adam.revis
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No one ever plans how they want to die, fuck most people avoid the subject any way they can. I for one think it wise to have an exit option, just incase something happens to where you are in the running and want to go out in style. Bruss was my option! I met Bruss one summers day when we were both in our twenties and looking ahead at life. From that moment on we both knew we’d never be alone as long as we were alive. When we were about to turn thirty we made a deal, that if either one of us were to be diagnosed with something fatal, we would choose our own way of going out.
After my thirty-fith birthday, just over three weeks ago I was diagnosed with cancer. Bruss and I were both crushed by the news. Since our twenties we had both lived our lives together on our little farm, secluded from the world and all its shit. Now it was all coming to an end, and we were faced with the fact of loosing each other for good.
That night we sat down, and discussed out pact we made. I looked at Bruss in the eye and said, “I ‘m hoping our agreement is still good. I would rather be hanged by the person I’ve loved my whole life, than picked apart by this cunt of a disease.” Bruss looked at me and said, “I’ve always loved you, and can’t imagine how I’m going to go on without the person who’s had my back since I can remember. I want you to have it your way though, and if thats what you want then I’ll stick to the agreement.” Just like that the weight of cancer was lifted from my mind.
I was able to finally eat something that night for dinner, and after gave Bruss the fucking of his life. I came inside him four times, and each time I pushed deeper as I came. Then Bruss turned me over and said, “I want to be in you one last time, and enjoy our bodies touching each other before.....you know. I want to remember you until the day comes where I can join you.” Bruss fucked me until his balls were completely empty that night. We even fell asleep in position still, with Bruss still rock hard and inside me.
When I woke that morning Bruss was already up, and waiting for me. He had already strung up a noose in the barn, and picked up a burial spot to lay me after the hanging. He said, “Lets get this done man, I can’t take the suspense anymore. With that he tied my hands behind my back, and kissed me on the neck and whispering, “Thats where I’m going to put the noose”.
He led me out to the barn where the ranch hand had been waiting for us. Toris was a young boy about twenty five, and built like a tank. He was extremely loyal to us, and even helped plan my final wishes. Toris gave me a hug and said, “I’ll miss the fucking shit out of you! The least you owe us is a good dance on the rope.” He was trying not to cry, and it was obvious.
They both ripped off my shirt, and removed my pants leaving my grey briefs on. I wanted it that way. I wanted to feel myself piss and shit my pants when I was finishing my dance. Bruss guided me up a ladder and slipped the noose over my stubbly head, and tightened it around my prickly face. I could feel my neck stubble brushing against the noose, and I felt like I was at peace. With that, Bruss whispered “Good bye, until next time.” and pushed the ladder away leaving me hung in the air. The noose ripped into my neck and sealed my airway shut. From this point there was no turning back. The noose had me, and I was ok with that. I struggled for air, but my tongue swelled inside my mouth causing only a gurgling noise to come forward. Moments later I heard a faint humming noise, and my struggle slowed down to a spasm. Bruss knew I was entering into the final stages, and ran up to hug my spasming body. He locked his arms around me, and burried his face into my hairy chest now soaked in my saliva. I could feel his stubble on my chest, and his hands holding on to my ass. With that I felt my erect penis become overrun with sensation, as I came into my briefs. Bruss’s face was touching my erection, and he was trying to suck me as I released my final cum shot. Seconds after I felt that humming grown louder, and Bruss’s face against my crotch. He mumbled, “I’ll love you even beyond this life.”
I soon felt my bladder start to release, and Bruss started to cry as the wet patch grew by his face. He held his hands by my ass while I release my bowls into the briefs, as if he was saying its ok. I hadn’t used the toilette that morning so the shit made the briefs start to sag even, before I was done. Bruss removed them, and realized that I was gone. When he was looking at my hairy ass now soiled by my own shit, he noticed that a white substance was leaking now from it. He then realized that the cum from last night was still in me, and was emptying with the rest of my anal contents.
Bruss cut me down, and layed me down on a wooden table in the barn we used to fuck on. He noticed I hadn’t shaved my head or face, and used his straight razor and some lather to give me a proper send off. He wanted me to be smooth as he laid me to rest.
After a while of staring at my lifeless body Toris said, “Well should be burry him now, or do you want to wait a little longer.” With a sudden flash of insight Bruss jumped up to and exclaimed, “HANG ME!” Toris looked at Bruss like he’d just been told that he was going to die. “Really!?” said Toris. “Toris I can’t live without Adam, he is my life. If he goes in the ground I’m going with him. We don’t have family or friends, just you Tori! The farm is yours man, it’s time I left you to your own life.”
With that Toris went to find more rope, and Bruss started to strip next to my naked body. He brushed my head and kissed my mouth where my swollen tongue now stuck out from, and said I’ll see you soon. Bruss revealed his muscular hairy chest, filled with jet black bear hair and his trail of hair leading to his ass down his back. He took the straight razor and started shaving his face for the last time, and realized that he had never shaved his head before. So he did, and he shaved it smooth.
By that time Toris had finished the noose. Toris looked at Bruss and said, “When you’re done dancing, can I fuck you?” Bruss replied, “Only if you take my final death cum in your ass.” Toris’s eyes lit up, and Bruss started to climb the ladder. Once he reached the noose, he slid it on himself, and winked at Toris. With that he jumped crushing his windpipe into the air. His muscular chest started to heave and he started to struggle and gurgle like I did. Once his struggling turned into spasms Toris slid the front of Bruss’s briefs down, and inserted Bruss’s cock into his ass. I knew Bruss could feel it, and with a shudder he came deep into Toris’s ass. Once the cum stopped Toris knew what was next, and with that Bruss’s erect cock spurted a gigantic yellow stream of piss. Toris could see from where the front of Bruss’s pants were down, that he was releasing his death shit. He could see something moving behind Bruss’s balls, and then it was his death shit when the briefs fell to the floor full.
Without even cutting Bruss down, Toris lowered his body, and inserted his cock into Bruss’s messy hole. He gave Bruss a good pounding, and came a huge amount of cum into Bruss’s now soiled ass. You could see the cum dripping out of Bruss’s loose hole, and mixing with his death shit all over his hairy ass.
Once he cut Bruss down, he took us to a willow tree next to the barn. This is where we made our pact, and now we were laying here together in death. He put us side by side in our resting place, with erect cocks, soiled asses, and the nooses still around our necks. He wanted anyone who ever dug out bodies up that we died like men, and never let each other down. Even up to the end.
After my thirty-fith birthday, just over three weeks ago I was diagnosed with cancer. Bruss and I were both crushed by the news. Since our twenties we had both lived our lives together on our little farm, secluded from the world and all its shit. Now it was all coming to an end, and we were faced with the fact of loosing each other for good.
That night we sat down, and discussed out pact we made. I looked at Bruss in the eye and said, “I ‘m hoping our agreement is still good. I would rather be hanged by the person I’ve loved my whole life, than picked apart by this cunt of a disease.” Bruss looked at me and said, “I’ve always loved you, and can’t imagine how I’m going to go on without the person who’s had my back since I can remember. I want you to have it your way though, and if thats what you want then I’ll stick to the agreement.” Just like that the weight of cancer was lifted from my mind.
I was able to finally eat something that night for dinner, and after gave Bruss the fucking of his life. I came inside him four times, and each time I pushed deeper as I came. Then Bruss turned me over and said, “I want to be in you one last time, and enjoy our bodies touching each other before.....you know. I want to remember you until the day comes where I can join you.” Bruss fucked me until his balls were completely empty that night. We even fell asleep in position still, with Bruss still rock hard and inside me.
When I woke that morning Bruss was already up, and waiting for me. He had already strung up a noose in the barn, and picked up a burial spot to lay me after the hanging. He said, “Lets get this done man, I can’t take the suspense anymore. With that he tied my hands behind my back, and kissed me on the neck and whispering, “Thats where I’m going to put the noose”.
He led me out to the barn where the ranch hand had been waiting for us. Toris was a young boy about twenty five, and built like a tank. He was extremely loyal to us, and even helped plan my final wishes. Toris gave me a hug and said, “I’ll miss the fucking shit out of you! The least you owe us is a good dance on the rope.” He was trying not to cry, and it was obvious.
They both ripped off my shirt, and removed my pants leaving my grey briefs on. I wanted it that way. I wanted to feel myself piss and shit my pants when I was finishing my dance. Bruss guided me up a ladder and slipped the noose over my stubbly head, and tightened it around my prickly face. I could feel my neck stubble brushing against the noose, and I felt like I was at peace. With that, Bruss whispered “Good bye, until next time.” and pushed the ladder away leaving me hung in the air. The noose ripped into my neck and sealed my airway shut. From this point there was no turning back. The noose had me, and I was ok with that. I struggled for air, but my tongue swelled inside my mouth causing only a gurgling noise to come forward. Moments later I heard a faint humming noise, and my struggle slowed down to a spasm. Bruss knew I was entering into the final stages, and ran up to hug my spasming body. He locked his arms around me, and burried his face into my hairy chest now soaked in my saliva. I could feel his stubble on my chest, and his hands holding on to my ass. With that I felt my erect penis become overrun with sensation, as I came into my briefs. Bruss’s face was touching my erection, and he was trying to suck me as I released my final cum shot. Seconds after I felt that humming grown louder, and Bruss’s face against my crotch. He mumbled, “I’ll love you even beyond this life.”
I soon felt my bladder start to release, and Bruss started to cry as the wet patch grew by his face. He held his hands by my ass while I release my bowls into the briefs, as if he was saying its ok. I hadn’t used the toilette that morning so the shit made the briefs start to sag even, before I was done. Bruss removed them, and realized that I was gone. When he was looking at my hairy ass now soiled by my own shit, he noticed that a white substance was leaking now from it. He then realized that the cum from last night was still in me, and was emptying with the rest of my anal contents.
Bruss cut me down, and layed me down on a wooden table in the barn we used to fuck on. He noticed I hadn’t shaved my head or face, and used his straight razor and some lather to give me a proper send off. He wanted me to be smooth as he laid me to rest.
After a while of staring at my lifeless body Toris said, “Well should be burry him now, or do you want to wait a little longer.” With a sudden flash of insight Bruss jumped up to and exclaimed, “HANG ME!” Toris looked at Bruss like he’d just been told that he was going to die. “Really!?” said Toris. “Toris I can’t live without Adam, he is my life. If he goes in the ground I’m going with him. We don’t have family or friends, just you Tori! The farm is yours man, it’s time I left you to your own life.”
With that Toris went to find more rope, and Bruss started to strip next to my naked body. He brushed my head and kissed my mouth where my swollen tongue now stuck out from, and said I’ll see you soon. Bruss revealed his muscular hairy chest, filled with jet black bear hair and his trail of hair leading to his ass down his back. He took the straight razor and started shaving his face for the last time, and realized that he had never shaved his head before. So he did, and he shaved it smooth.
By that time Toris had finished the noose. Toris looked at Bruss and said, “When you’re done dancing, can I fuck you?” Bruss replied, “Only if you take my final death cum in your ass.” Toris’s eyes lit up, and Bruss started to climb the ladder. Once he reached the noose, he slid it on himself, and winked at Toris. With that he jumped crushing his windpipe into the air. His muscular chest started to heave and he started to struggle and gurgle like I did. Once his struggling turned into spasms Toris slid the front of Bruss’s briefs down, and inserted Bruss’s cock into his ass. I knew Bruss could feel it, and with a shudder he came deep into Toris’s ass. Once the cum stopped Toris knew what was next, and with that Bruss’s erect cock spurted a gigantic yellow stream of piss. Toris could see from where the front of Bruss’s pants were down, that he was releasing his death shit. He could see something moving behind Bruss’s balls, and then it was his death shit when the briefs fell to the floor full.
Without even cutting Bruss down, Toris lowered his body, and inserted his cock into Bruss’s messy hole. He gave Bruss a good pounding, and came a huge amount of cum into Bruss’s now soiled ass. You could see the cum dripping out of Bruss’s loose hole, and mixing with his death shit all over his hairy ass.
Once he cut Bruss down, he took us to a willow tree next to the barn. This is where we made our pact, and now we were laying here together in death. He put us side by side in our resting place, with erect cocks, soiled asses, and the nooses still around our necks. He wanted anyone who ever dug out bodies up that we died like men, and never let each other down. Even up to the end.
