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A FINE AFTERNOON
Sander, an athletic 32 year old banker, shares his fantasies of erotically undressing virile dead guys wearing suits with his embalmer friend, Harry. Late one morning, Harry called about a new client. It was the fresh body of a man, a young corporate executive that just arrived. He thought Sander would like to meet him. Sander was so excited he could barely keep from revealing anything that might arouse suspicion. He canceled his afternoon appointments and hurried to the mortuary.
“What’s really special about sex with dead guys is that they’re so unashamed and cooperative,” kept floating though his mind.
Sander arrived randy and more than ready for a special afternoon.
Anticipating Sander’s impulsiveness, Harry had already shifted the body bag from the gurney to a solid autopsy table and brought in all necessary preparation equipment.
The friends stepped into a small windowless room that was used for particularly rank cadavers. With a broad smile, Harry opened the bag to show what the fellow looked like. That man was handsome! The 28 year old had slightly thick eyebrows, short brown hair, pinkish lips, a perfect nose, very short ‘Hollywood’ beard, a fair complexion, and a muscular build. Sander’s date was dressed in a navy suit, white dress shirt with a stiff collar, a conservative blue tie, a pair of sheer black socks, and a pair of newly shined patent-leather shoes. The men pulled away the bag and lifted him directly onto the marble table.
Sander couldn’t believe his luck, he hit the jackpot with this dude. Admiring the face and body, he realized this was the answer to his dreams. Not only was he handsome, but he looked like he was just sleeping with a slight smile. Sander kissed the irresistible lips.
He had to ask how he died.
“The cause of death was organ malfunction that caused the lungs to stop functioning. After he collapsed an employee found him lying on the floor.”
“This is even better than I hoped,” gloated Sander, “no external damage.”
"The guy's name is Jake Bower" Harry offered.
Excitedly, the two took off their coats and rolled up their sleeves for what promised to be a deeply gratifying experience. Because of Jake’s pristine condition, they were relieved they could dispense with the usual, efficient practice of cutting away the clothes. Instead, they would sensuously remove the clothing slowly, item by item.
Jake waited patiently for the men’s attention, unconcerned about their strategies and fascination with his clothing and body.
Harry settled back on a chair, ready to watch what he knew would be an rewarding performance.
Sander began to take off Jake’s clothing. He first removed suit coat and rapturously smelled the armpits before placing it on a nearby chair. He then took off the shoes which he sniffed like a connoisseur of fine wine. After licking their interiors, he stuffed his own hardening crotch into them.
He directed his attentions back to the still-clothed hunk.
Exhilarated by the symbolism of the act, he curled his hand around the tie and ran it up and down along the slippery cloth. As he removed it, he caressed Jake’s neck while he undid the knot. After steadying his hands, Sander unzipped the fly of Jake's trousers. Stopping to take a deep breath, he unbuttoned the 29 inch waist band and began to slide the pants over Jake’s hips, and then over his lightly haired thighs and calves down to the ankles. His heart almost stopped when he saw Jake's underwear. It was a pair of dark red satin boxers with black buttons. The material’s sheen revealed a thick bulge to the left of the slit. At the end of that, the underwear displayed a mixture of the dead man’s still moist pee and pre-cumm.
Harry quietly drew away the trousers.
Before grabbing a chair to clamber onto the autopsy table, Sander quickly removed his own pants. Once on the table he threw off his shoes and turned his attention to Jake. He eagerly sat himself on the hardening thighs. Riding on top of the corpse, he first rubbed his cock, still in his underwear, against Jake’s clad cock. Hungrily he pulled his own woodie out of his white cotton briefs and, stuffing it into the fly of the red shorts, rubbed the bare dicks together.
“OMG”, gasped Sander, “his thick bush is so tickling my nuts. I can barely hold my cumm!”
He continued to ride the front of the corpse, rubbing his belly over Jake's slippery satin-clad semi-erection. All this action seemed to arouse Jake and involuntary convulsions squeezed out more semen. Moving up to sit above that swollen circumcised tool, Sander then unbuttoned the dress shirt up from the waist. He began to caress the lightly fuzzed chest with Jake's own powerless stiffening hands. In that condition, they were the perfect tool to piddle with the man’s nipples. Sander bent down to lick and chew those nips.
Jake showed neither pleasure nor rebuff.
Since Jake’s cock now poked out of the boxers’ opening, Sander massaged one of the curled dead hands to form a ring and fitted it over the penis. Holding himself, Bower looked like he was masturbating, but without motion. Sander was only too happy to help by raising and lowering Jake’s arm. Still more cumm intermittently oozed out of the dead penis.
With its closed eyes and slight smile, the corpse looked to be in quiet bliss.
At last, Sander pulled off Jake's shirt. Now he could better see the pattern of delicate light brown hair across the chest and belly that lead to the crotch. With a sly grin, Sander slowly slid the satin boxers downward from the waist. He was struck by the impression the woven label “MANDUTY” in the elastic band left in the flesh at the waist. Captivated, he rubbed his finger across the tiny bumps and hollows. The revealed hair trail grew wider and wider until a great puff of silky hair began to appear. Jake’s dick had pulled down with the boxers and now only its swollen base was visible, the head buried in gathered cloth. After a sharp tug, the waistband cleared the butt and the satin hissed down the legs. The uncontrolled penis bobbed up and the testicles jiggled pointlessly.
Harry lifted the feet one at a time, quickly removing the boxers.
With uncontrollable passion Sander threw himself against the Jake’s hips, rubbing cock to cock until he blast his huge sticky load into the pubic bush.
Jake’s unclad torso reposed there, indifferent to Sander’s indecencies.
By now, Jake was wearing only his mid-calf socks. Both his companions were staring at him, weak-kneed with lust. Sander turned to Jake's feet and started sucking them. He took off the socks, carefully pulling one over Jake's cock. Then removing it, he playfully pulled it over his own dick. Dampened with both men’s sticky emissions, Sander draped the sock across the smiling mouth.
“Now that’s got to taste good, Jake.”
Jake’s drying lips inescapably soaked in the moisture.
Sander turned to licking Jake's size 12 feet, the tongue paying special attention to the skin between the toes. He stuffed the toes individually, as well as in groups, into his mouth. Satisfied, he continued by rubbing the soles on his face and then his dick. He managed to angle the feet so he could use both soles to massage his sore, flaccid member.
Harry, his voyeurism gratified, acknowledged that all good things come to an end. He got up and pierced Jake's abdomen with the trocar to drain abdominal fluids. Jake started to shrink a bit but was still gorgeous. Sander licked the cumm and pee from Jake's belly. He wiped away the residue with final caresses on the naked man. When Harry tried to shove absorbent wadding into the anus, Sander grabbed the tongs. He would do it! He himself rolled the body to the right and violated that virgin rosebud wreathed with springy hairs. Meanwhile, Harry stuffed the nostrils and mouth. A drop of glue sealed the dripping penis. Jake was too beautiful to leak or stink.
After carefully realigning the lifeless toes, Sander took the sock off Jake's mouth and slid it back on the foot.
He stuffed the stained red boxers into his inner coat pocket. In their place, he jerked his own soiled Calvins up the corpse’s legs to the waist.
“Keep these as a souvenir of the best fuck you’ve ever had,” purred Sander.
Reluctantly accepting the end of the tryst, Sander wrestled with the stiffening corpse in the final indulgence. He dressed Jake in another suit: a black coat and trousers made of raw silk, a black shantung silk tie, a pale gray dress shirt, the original socks and the freshly shined pair of black patent leather shoes. Jake looked sober, restrained, and dignified ….. and gorgeous.
Jake’s slight inscrutable smile was still there, hinting satisfaction with the good time he provided that fine afternoon.
“Sander, I’ll email you the photos this evening,” Harry silently mouthed.
Sander owed Harry an extravagant dinner with a bottle of the finest wine.
FINIS
Developed from: “A Story I Made …. HOOT” codymyself, CDG, March 2010.
Many thanks to readers who encourage me. Comments and suggestions are always welcome.
If you really enjoyed this story, click on the 'rate this thread' at the top of the thread. It’s powerful encouragement. Thanx
Sander, an athletic 32 year old banker, shares his fantasies of erotically undressing virile dead guys wearing suits with his embalmer friend, Harry. Late one morning, Harry called about a new client. It was the fresh body of a man, a young corporate executive that just arrived. He thought Sander would like to meet him. Sander was so excited he could barely keep from revealing anything that might arouse suspicion. He canceled his afternoon appointments and hurried to the mortuary.
“What’s really special about sex with dead guys is that they’re so unashamed and cooperative,” kept floating though his mind.
Sander arrived randy and more than ready for a special afternoon.
Anticipating Sander’s impulsiveness, Harry had already shifted the body bag from the gurney to a solid autopsy table and brought in all necessary preparation equipment.
The friends stepped into a small windowless room that was used for particularly rank cadavers. With a broad smile, Harry opened the bag to show what the fellow looked like. That man was handsome! The 28 year old had slightly thick eyebrows, short brown hair, pinkish lips, a perfect nose, very short ‘Hollywood’ beard, a fair complexion, and a muscular build. Sander’s date was dressed in a navy suit, white dress shirt with a stiff collar, a conservative blue tie, a pair of sheer black socks, and a pair of newly shined patent-leather shoes. The men pulled away the bag and lifted him directly onto the marble table.
Sander couldn’t believe his luck, he hit the jackpot with this dude. Admiring the face and body, he realized this was the answer to his dreams. Not only was he handsome, but he looked like he was just sleeping with a slight smile. Sander kissed the irresistible lips.
He had to ask how he died.
“The cause of death was organ malfunction that caused the lungs to stop functioning. After he collapsed an employee found him lying on the floor.”
“This is even better than I hoped,” gloated Sander, “no external damage.”
"The guy's name is Jake Bower" Harry offered.
Excitedly, the two took off their coats and rolled up their sleeves for what promised to be a deeply gratifying experience. Because of Jake’s pristine condition, they were relieved they could dispense with the usual, efficient practice of cutting away the clothes. Instead, they would sensuously remove the clothing slowly, item by item.
Jake waited patiently for the men’s attention, unconcerned about their strategies and fascination with his clothing and body.
Harry settled back on a chair, ready to watch what he knew would be an rewarding performance.
Sander began to take off Jake’s clothing. He first removed suit coat and rapturously smelled the armpits before placing it on a nearby chair. He then took off the shoes which he sniffed like a connoisseur of fine wine. After licking their interiors, he stuffed his own hardening crotch into them.
He directed his attentions back to the still-clothed hunk.
Exhilarated by the symbolism of the act, he curled his hand around the tie and ran it up and down along the slippery cloth. As he removed it, he caressed Jake’s neck while he undid the knot. After steadying his hands, Sander unzipped the fly of Jake's trousers. Stopping to take a deep breath, he unbuttoned the 29 inch waist band and began to slide the pants over Jake’s hips, and then over his lightly haired thighs and calves down to the ankles. His heart almost stopped when he saw Jake's underwear. It was a pair of dark red satin boxers with black buttons. The material’s sheen revealed a thick bulge to the left of the slit. At the end of that, the underwear displayed a mixture of the dead man’s still moist pee and pre-cumm.
Harry quietly drew away the trousers.
Before grabbing a chair to clamber onto the autopsy table, Sander quickly removed his own pants. Once on the table he threw off his shoes and turned his attention to Jake. He eagerly sat himself on the hardening thighs. Riding on top of the corpse, he first rubbed his cock, still in his underwear, against Jake’s clad cock. Hungrily he pulled his own woodie out of his white cotton briefs and, stuffing it into the fly of the red shorts, rubbed the bare dicks together.
“OMG”, gasped Sander, “his thick bush is so tickling my nuts. I can barely hold my cumm!”
He continued to ride the front of the corpse, rubbing his belly over Jake's slippery satin-clad semi-erection. All this action seemed to arouse Jake and involuntary convulsions squeezed out more semen. Moving up to sit above that swollen circumcised tool, Sander then unbuttoned the dress shirt up from the waist. He began to caress the lightly fuzzed chest with Jake's own powerless stiffening hands. In that condition, they were the perfect tool to piddle with the man’s nipples. Sander bent down to lick and chew those nips.
Jake showed neither pleasure nor rebuff.
Since Jake’s cock now poked out of the boxers’ opening, Sander massaged one of the curled dead hands to form a ring and fitted it over the penis. Holding himself, Bower looked like he was masturbating, but without motion. Sander was only too happy to help by raising and lowering Jake’s arm. Still more cumm intermittently oozed out of the dead penis.
With its closed eyes and slight smile, the corpse looked to be in quiet bliss.
At last, Sander pulled off Jake's shirt. Now he could better see the pattern of delicate light brown hair across the chest and belly that lead to the crotch. With a sly grin, Sander slowly slid the satin boxers downward from the waist. He was struck by the impression the woven label “MANDUTY” in the elastic band left in the flesh at the waist. Captivated, he rubbed his finger across the tiny bumps and hollows. The revealed hair trail grew wider and wider until a great puff of silky hair began to appear. Jake’s dick had pulled down with the boxers and now only its swollen base was visible, the head buried in gathered cloth. After a sharp tug, the waistband cleared the butt and the satin hissed down the legs. The uncontrolled penis bobbed up and the testicles jiggled pointlessly.
Harry lifted the feet one at a time, quickly removing the boxers.
With uncontrollable passion Sander threw himself against the Jake’s hips, rubbing cock to cock until he blast his huge sticky load into the pubic bush.
Jake’s unclad torso reposed there, indifferent to Sander’s indecencies.
By now, Jake was wearing only his mid-calf socks. Both his companions were staring at him, weak-kneed with lust. Sander turned to Jake's feet and started sucking them. He took off the socks, carefully pulling one over Jake's cock. Then removing it, he playfully pulled it over his own dick. Dampened with both men’s sticky emissions, Sander draped the sock across the smiling mouth.
“Now that’s got to taste good, Jake.”
Jake’s drying lips inescapably soaked in the moisture.
Sander turned to licking Jake's size 12 feet, the tongue paying special attention to the skin between the toes. He stuffed the toes individually, as well as in groups, into his mouth. Satisfied, he continued by rubbing the soles on his face and then his dick. He managed to angle the feet so he could use both soles to massage his sore, flaccid member.
Harry, his voyeurism gratified, acknowledged that all good things come to an end. He got up and pierced Jake's abdomen with the trocar to drain abdominal fluids. Jake started to shrink a bit but was still gorgeous. Sander licked the cumm and pee from Jake's belly. He wiped away the residue with final caresses on the naked man. When Harry tried to shove absorbent wadding into the anus, Sander grabbed the tongs. He would do it! He himself rolled the body to the right and violated that virgin rosebud wreathed with springy hairs. Meanwhile, Harry stuffed the nostrils and mouth. A drop of glue sealed the dripping penis. Jake was too beautiful to leak or stink.
After carefully realigning the lifeless toes, Sander took the sock off Jake's mouth and slid it back on the foot.
He stuffed the stained red boxers into his inner coat pocket. In their place, he jerked his own soiled Calvins up the corpse’s legs to the waist.
“Keep these as a souvenir of the best fuck you’ve ever had,” purred Sander.
Reluctantly accepting the end of the tryst, Sander wrestled with the stiffening corpse in the final indulgence. He dressed Jake in another suit: a black coat and trousers made of raw silk, a black shantung silk tie, a pale gray dress shirt, the original socks and the freshly shined pair of black patent leather shoes. Jake looked sober, restrained, and dignified ….. and gorgeous.
Jake’s slight inscrutable smile was still there, hinting satisfaction with the good time he provided that fine afternoon.
“Sander, I’ll email you the photos this evening,” Harry silently mouthed.
Sander owed Harry an extravagant dinner with a bottle of the finest wine.
FINIS
Developed from: “A Story I Made …. HOOT” codymyself, CDG, March 2010.
Many thanks to readers who encourage me. Comments and suggestions are always welcome.
If you really enjoyed this story, click on the 'rate this thread' at the top of the thread. It’s powerful encouragement. Thanx
