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I was in my room relaxing, trying to take the day’s stress out of my 26 year old system. Suddenly my new uptight boyfriend, Matthew, came home from a formal party in one of his drunken rages. In a jealous rant, he furiously accused me of cheating on him with another man. I tried to assure him of my innocence and calm him down. But he pulled out a knife and repeatedly jabbed it at me. Frightened and confused I reached in the bedside drawer and pulled out my revolver. Taking aim, I shot him twice in the chest.
He dropped like a stone. Blood started to show on his white tuxedo shirt. While he lay dying I threw some old newspapers on the floor to keep the light gray carpet from staining.
“You always were a pig!”
Opening his shirt, I tried to stop the blood flowing from his flat muscled pecs. Grabbing one of his favorite Turkish towels, I staunched it. I pulled out a large leaf bag and laid it next to him. Wiping away the blood with more towels, I tossed the saturated ones onto the plastic. Then, rolled the beefy ex-Marine’s body on it too.
I carried it all to the bed and laid him there. Lying beside him while he was gasping his last breaths, I couldn’t resist stoking his miraculously bulging crotch. The jerking hips smashed his swelling cock against my hand. I left it there as long as he moved. When Matt finally stilled, I rocked his head back and forth for a time, his eyes staring at the ceiling, his mouth opened. I pulled out the moist tongue, it just stayed out. It tasted as good as always.
I had to figure out the best way to handle this. Should I call the cops and claim self-defense? That was the truth. It seemed like the right thing. The knife with his prints on it was there on the floor.
But I knew that wasn’t the BEST way.
I’d asked him to model his beautiful body for my camera. But he belittled my work and dismissed me like an menial. When I asked him originally I hadn’t planned on porn. But now that he was lifeless and wholly submissive, I began a special project he would have refused.
There was something very erotic about the flat thuds Matt’s ass and head made hitting the floor when I dragged his corpse off the bed. While on the plastic I removed the clothes. I threw the unknotted bow tie into a corner. The tux shirt and cummerbund went with the bloody towels. I relished unbuttoning the tight waist and wrenching the pants down his hips and past the butt cheeks. The soft, transparent, white poly boxers showed his fat, tumescent but not stiff dick clearly. It should be more fun to play with now than when he was alive. Drawing the pants legs past the gartered calves I slipped them over the dress socks and shoes.
I was so hypnotized with the power of unhindered undressing that I forgot the shoes. Caressing the knees and sensitive hollow behind them I released and tossed aside the garters. I breathed in the aroma of freshly polished leather even before easing the pumps off the broad muscular feet. The high black dress socks had to be carefully rolled down a just little bit at a time going back and forth between the left and right legs . . . . to keep them symmetrical. When they were at the ankles where the leg hair ended, I snatched them over the bare feet. They left the scent of sweat mixed with new leather in the air. Freed, the toes seemed to wobble with delight.
Then my right hand was irresistibly drawn to the boxers. Wrapping it around the slick poly covered dick, my own dick surged eagerly. Reaching into the slit, his pubic hair tickled the finger tips. It encouraged them to explore along the base of the cock and around to the wrinkly bag of skin mounted below. The boxers were loose enough to let me joggle and squeeze everything, especially those balls.
“Thanks Matt for being dead, you were never this cooperative when you were alive. Exploring your junk this way is so much hotter than while you were grousing.”
The circumcised penis was not flaccid, but filled and fat and playfully bouncy. It demanded that my hand pull it out and flap it wildly . . . . even insisting that it slap my face. But I was spending too much time here, there was so much more I wanted to do. I did have time though to take a deep breath and admire the way the general and two colonels jiggled with the jerking and pulling needed to get off the lightly stained underpants.
I confess. I had to stop and give that luscious dangler a good licking. My sucking even pulled out a bit of sticky milky stuff! Didn’t taste bad either.
“Clean up time!”
First I had to plug those bullet holes. Blood stained clothes and bedding would destroy the fantasies of the photo set ups. Remembering the trouble Matt had with Super Glue bonding the skin of his fingers when he tried to use it, I dug some out. I needed some sort of filler, especially since the rear exit holes were larger than the chest entries. Cutting up some one of his teasing, flesh—colored bikinis I got the right colored, stretchy material I needed. Mixed with Super Glue, the material was stuffed into the wounds for quick sealing.
“Since you’re naked, I might as well shuck my duds too. Thanks for letting me shower with you at last.”
We struggled into the shower. He was more than a handful. I was glad Matt still had his wasp waist because those bulky pecs, arms, and thighs didn’t give me much else I could easily wrap my hands around. For a 30 year old, he was very well put together. I had to squeeze to get us both into the stall. Then I was able to get him into a kneeling position, facing the nozzle. He leaned forward, face into the knobs. That position let me massage the belly to empty the bladder into the drain. It was good too to start shampooing his hair but more importantly let me scrub the blood from his back and the shit from between his hairy butt cheeks.
Banging his head back to the opposite wall, I rinsed the hair and washed his handsome face. It was elongated with softly curled black hair, rich green eyes, broad mouth with perfect teeth, cheeks with a soft pink blush, salmon pink lips, and short scruffy dark full beard and mustache. Tiny droplets clung to his delicate eyelashes. All that got the kisses it deserved. And, Matt didn’t mind my stiff cock kneading his belly while I worked. Farther down, I soaped away the blood that was drying on the chest and belly hair. The hard rust-colored nipples needed special scouring and a finishing tongue massage. I turned the shower on full blast to rinse and chuck the genitals around. Watching those babies bobble was making the whole venture worthwhile. Dragging Matt partially out of the shower, I finished cleaning and rinsing the legs and feet.
Then I started drying us off . . . . Matt was entertainingly intimate but no help at all. Using what was left of the clean towels, it was quick job. It was a turn on to see him flat on his back on the floor with hairy legs in the air while I rubbed them up and down. A fast blow dry for the tousled hair and, of course, a careful blow dry for that dark bush in his crotch.
As I hauled my stud to his bed, I planned the photo program. I flopped him down so the legs hung over the edge of the mattress. He was ready for easy dressing. I went to my secret stash of fantasy underwear. It’s a carefully curated collection accumulated for years. Matt would never have given me the pleasure of wearing any of it. But now . . . .
“Let’s start with a little leather honey, but something not too heavy duty.”
I pulled out an black gloss leather singlet: flat band low around the neck; single 2” band from the Adam’s Apple to the crotch; snug pouch attached to low slung waistband; jock strap style bands around the outside of the bubble butt cheeks and connecting under to the pouch. It would show off that hot naked rounded butt really well. I wasn’t sure whether to fit the neck or the waist first. So I started with the neck, thinking it would be more interesting to bend Matt at the middle, bringing the feet up to his head. Quite flexible, he didn’t have any problem with my doing it. I did have to stop and finger his rust colored asshole and fuzzy crack while he was ‘arse over tittle’. My plan worked, everything slipped on perfectly. Except for the crotch pouch. The fat penis just couldn’t fit inside. So I left the head out to let it breathe.
Enough dressing indulgence, time for fotos.
Propping pillows against the headboard, I slid Matt into a sitting position. Encouraging him to tease me, I slipped his left hand into the pouch and the right under the chest strap to balance on the left nipple. Click. Then the thumb behind the glans. Click. He needed at bit more cockiness so I angled a soft leather biker’s cap on his head. Managing to close one eye in a seductive wink, he was ready for more. Click. Click . . . and dozens more.
“You’re so seductive, I’m gonna take you up on your proposition and fuck your asshole until you get a smile on that dead face.”
He was just too hot to resist. Still warm and very pliable I heaved him to the edge of the bed. On his back with legs in the air I jabbed my throbbing cock into his furry star. A little bit of spit and the soft shit made it so easy and smooth through that relaxed portal. The wiry hairs between the buns tickled my balls. He never liked my getting rough, but there was no way he could stop me now. I shuddered and moaned as I exploded into his yielding, lurching body. The sound he let out as I made my last powerful thrust into his body seemed to be a moan of pleasure.
Now the stretched sphincter dribbled. Shredded newspaper from the bottom of the hamster cage made a handy and adequate plug. Matt smiled peacefully as I bunched it in.
Satisfied, gratified, and a bit dizzy, I pulled on my gray sweats as I devised some nude poses. I wanted to take advantage of him while he was still very flexible. Ripping off the leather strapwork, the clean sculpted lines of the body were again clearly visible. I pulled back the silver bedspread to uncover white bedding.
“Note to self – be sure to take black and white as well as color shots now.”
I stretched him out to his full 6’1” length against the gleaming white sheets; flat on his back for a beginning. His cock obligingly let me set it against his belly, the over the balls, and to the left and right. I managed to close his other eye, remembering I needed to open them both soon since they were starting to fix. Angelically asleep, he was ready for the camera. Then the mouth was opened for a perfect yawn. Matt even let me stretch out his arms to go along with it. With eyes now dreamily open, Matt reclined on his left side with his cock and balls resting on the rumpled bedding next to him. Then, the jewels under the bedding for a coy look from his almost hidden face. Bending the right knee and elbow made him look like he was caressing the gathered comforter. The shot from his feet along the full length of the dead body was the sexiest view of Matt I’d ever had. Adding more lighting cast sculpting shadows on and around his perfect masculinity. These were spot-on records of an incredibly beautiful male. I even caught the subtle hair thinning from the thighs into the hollow on the side of his butt cheek. Click … Click …. Click … Lots of pics from all angles included creative closeups.
We spent another hour or so together with the camera. Matt showed no sign of resistance, unconcernedly trying on a variety of underwear styles and colors then posturing shamelessly. We almost filled the digital card. He was slowly cooling and beginning to firm up.
“You claimed you could still fit in your Marine uniform. Let’s try it on for a formal pose.”
Since I didn’t know what the official underwear was I wryly improvised. He looked heroic in the sports brief decorated with red and white stripes that had little blue stars scattered over them. A matching athletic shirt completed the outfit. The shirt was a little short so the top of his dark hairy pubes sprang out indifferently.
“You may not be authentic, but you’re sure patriotic. Like this, you’d get lots of salutes.”
Flat on his back, I began to dress him in his Marine formal uniform. Fortunately all the components had been kept cleaned, pressed, and polished. The black socks were fun to pull on. The navy trousers slipped up easily to the knees, but his recent workouts had built up the thighs and hips to a size that made the pant legs very tight. They made for a pleasant struggle. But the waist fit perfectly. Flipping Matt on his stomach, the arms were inched into the coat sleeves up to the armpits. Then I turned him on his back and began adjusting the shoulders and front panels. It was nice of him to hug me when I sat him up to flatten and arrange the back of the coat. He even brushed his lips against mine. After lowering him, I had to stop and raise his arms into a biceps bulge pose for the camera. The ‘flag’ undershirt peeked out just the right amount against the open black-blue coat with red trim. Matt’s workouts had increased his neck and shoulders so much that I could barely close the shiny brass buttons.
“Hey don’t worry, you don’t need to breathe and your face won’t turn red,” slapping his cheek.
Hoping the top buttons would not pop open, I continued closing them down his chest. The white chinch belt still fit as it had originally. I slid the sweet smelling oxfords on his feet and tied the laces. His hat lay beside him.
“You look as dashing as ever Matthew. You know I can’t resist a man in a uniform.”
It was time to indulge in another fantasy. Dropping my sweat pants, I folded aside the bottom flaps of his jacket and opened the pants zipper. Lying on top of him, I shoved my hot rod into his mouth and then munched his dick into mine. It was a real military sixty-nine salute. I blew a load into him so hard that some my jizz came out of his nostrils. I sucked and sucked and sucked him but I couldn’t draw any cum from his unobliging prick. I couldn’t understand why, he always squirted generously when I blew him before. His balls were up and felt full and juicy too.
With a little finagling I finally stood the hunky Marine against the wall for pictures. I straightened and closed the uniform. He posed with and without his hat and in difference stages of dress and undress. I really liked the one with his dick sticking through the coat flaps. Click! Click! . . . .
“What memories we’re making Matthew.”
I knew he still had to be full of cum. But, how to get it out. Maybe if the prostate and balls were above the cock, gravity would be on my side. After hauling him into the walk-in closet, I tied his shod feet together. With a rope I was able to tug them up to the upper clothes rod. Since the coat fell away naturally over the tight belt, it was easy to open the zipper and push the undies up from the crotch. I had to make sure his nuts were hanging loose, not squashed between the thighs. Hoping my idea would work, I started fiercely sucking the fat penis. Since the body swayed, I had to grab his ass and push his crotch into my face as well. (As if that were anything to complain about!) Simultaneously, I yanked the balls up and rubbed and pushed hard just below the base of the cock, hoping that might relax the sperm laden tubes and the bulb muscle. Then I began to feel heavy liquid in my mouth and knew it was working. Matt drooled and oozed until my mouth seemed full. As I pulled away, the cum continued to seep on my face. Swallowing, I went back to work until I’d milked him of his final man cream.
I took a few minutes to gloat over my success and pull his short hairs from between my teeth. What an evening it’d been, definitely the best Matt and I’d ever had.
I certainly couldn’t call the cops now. So I pulled on fresh sweats and Matt’s new Crockett pro 2 Vans while devising a plan to get Mr. Matt out of my life. I’d take him to our secret spot in the woods where we wouldn’t be seen late at night. Quickly stripping off the uniform, I redressed him in the blood stained clothes so they wouldn’t be found at my place. I would be just another innocent collateral victim of Matt’s murder. I laid plastic over the back seat of the car, then put the body, covered with a blanket as if sleeping, on it. I also took my camera and for some reason my reloaded gun.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
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 enjoyed this story, click on the 'rate this thread' at the top of the thread. It’s powerful support. Thanx
I was in my room relaxing, trying to take the day’s stress out of my 26 year old system. Suddenly my new uptight boyfriend, Matthew, came home from a formal party in one of his drunken rages. In a jealous rant, he furiously accused me of cheating on him with another man. I tried to assure him of my innocence and calm him down. But he pulled out a knife and repeatedly jabbed it at me. Frightened and confused I reached in the bedside drawer and pulled out my revolver. Taking aim, I shot him twice in the chest.
He dropped like a stone. Blood started to show on his white tuxedo shirt. While he lay dying I threw some old newspapers on the floor to keep the light gray carpet from staining.
“You always were a pig!”
Opening his shirt, I tried to stop the blood flowing from his flat muscled pecs. Grabbing one of his favorite Turkish towels, I staunched it. I pulled out a large leaf bag and laid it next to him. Wiping away the blood with more towels, I tossed the saturated ones onto the plastic. Then, rolled the beefy ex-Marine’s body on it too.
I carried it all to the bed and laid him there. Lying beside him while he was gasping his last breaths, I couldn’t resist stoking his miraculously bulging crotch. The jerking hips smashed his swelling cock against my hand. I left it there as long as he moved. When Matt finally stilled, I rocked his head back and forth for a time, his eyes staring at the ceiling, his mouth opened. I pulled out the moist tongue, it just stayed out. It tasted as good as always.
I had to figure out the best way to handle this. Should I call the cops and claim self-defense? That was the truth. It seemed like the right thing. The knife with his prints on it was there on the floor.
But I knew that wasn’t the BEST way.
I’d asked him to model his beautiful body for my camera. But he belittled my work and dismissed me like an menial. When I asked him originally I hadn’t planned on porn. But now that he was lifeless and wholly submissive, I began a special project he would have refused.
There was something very erotic about the flat thuds Matt’s ass and head made hitting the floor when I dragged his corpse off the bed. While on the plastic I removed the clothes. I threw the unknotted bow tie into a corner. The tux shirt and cummerbund went with the bloody towels. I relished unbuttoning the tight waist and wrenching the pants down his hips and past the butt cheeks. The soft, transparent, white poly boxers showed his fat, tumescent but not stiff dick clearly. It should be more fun to play with now than when he was alive. Drawing the pants legs past the gartered calves I slipped them over the dress socks and shoes.
I was so hypnotized with the power of unhindered undressing that I forgot the shoes. Caressing the knees and sensitive hollow behind them I released and tossed aside the garters. I breathed in the aroma of freshly polished leather even before easing the pumps off the broad muscular feet. The high black dress socks had to be carefully rolled down a just little bit at a time going back and forth between the left and right legs . . . . to keep them symmetrical. When they were at the ankles where the leg hair ended, I snatched them over the bare feet. They left the scent of sweat mixed with new leather in the air. Freed, the toes seemed to wobble with delight.
Then my right hand was irresistibly drawn to the boxers. Wrapping it around the slick poly covered dick, my own dick surged eagerly. Reaching into the slit, his pubic hair tickled the finger tips. It encouraged them to explore along the base of the cock and around to the wrinkly bag of skin mounted below. The boxers were loose enough to let me joggle and squeeze everything, especially those balls.
“Thanks Matt for being dead, you were never this cooperative when you were alive. Exploring your junk this way is so much hotter than while you were grousing.”
The circumcised penis was not flaccid, but filled and fat and playfully bouncy. It demanded that my hand pull it out and flap it wildly . . . . even insisting that it slap my face. But I was spending too much time here, there was so much more I wanted to do. I did have time though to take a deep breath and admire the way the general and two colonels jiggled with the jerking and pulling needed to get off the lightly stained underpants.
I confess. I had to stop and give that luscious dangler a good licking. My sucking even pulled out a bit of sticky milky stuff! Didn’t taste bad either.
“Clean up time!”
First I had to plug those bullet holes. Blood stained clothes and bedding would destroy the fantasies of the photo set ups. Remembering the trouble Matt had with Super Glue bonding the skin of his fingers when he tried to use it, I dug some out. I needed some sort of filler, especially since the rear exit holes were larger than the chest entries. Cutting up some one of his teasing, flesh—colored bikinis I got the right colored, stretchy material I needed. Mixed with Super Glue, the material was stuffed into the wounds for quick sealing.
“Since you’re naked, I might as well shuck my duds too. Thanks for letting me shower with you at last.”
We struggled into the shower. He was more than a handful. I was glad Matt still had his wasp waist because those bulky pecs, arms, and thighs didn’t give me much else I could easily wrap my hands around. For a 30 year old, he was very well put together. I had to squeeze to get us both into the stall. Then I was able to get him into a kneeling position, facing the nozzle. He leaned forward, face into the knobs. That position let me massage the belly to empty the bladder into the drain. It was good too to start shampooing his hair but more importantly let me scrub the blood from his back and the shit from between his hairy butt cheeks.
Banging his head back to the opposite wall, I rinsed the hair and washed his handsome face. It was elongated with softly curled black hair, rich green eyes, broad mouth with perfect teeth, cheeks with a soft pink blush, salmon pink lips, and short scruffy dark full beard and mustache. Tiny droplets clung to his delicate eyelashes. All that got the kisses it deserved. And, Matt didn’t mind my stiff cock kneading his belly while I worked. Farther down, I soaped away the blood that was drying on the chest and belly hair. The hard rust-colored nipples needed special scouring and a finishing tongue massage. I turned the shower on full blast to rinse and chuck the genitals around. Watching those babies bobble was making the whole venture worthwhile. Dragging Matt partially out of the shower, I finished cleaning and rinsing the legs and feet.
Then I started drying us off . . . . Matt was entertainingly intimate but no help at all. Using what was left of the clean towels, it was quick job. It was a turn on to see him flat on his back on the floor with hairy legs in the air while I rubbed them up and down. A fast blow dry for the tousled hair and, of course, a careful blow dry for that dark bush in his crotch.
As I hauled my stud to his bed, I planned the photo program. I flopped him down so the legs hung over the edge of the mattress. He was ready for easy dressing. I went to my secret stash of fantasy underwear. It’s a carefully curated collection accumulated for years. Matt would never have given me the pleasure of wearing any of it. But now . . . .
“Let’s start with a little leather honey, but something not too heavy duty.”
I pulled out an black gloss leather singlet: flat band low around the neck; single 2” band from the Adam’s Apple to the crotch; snug pouch attached to low slung waistband; jock strap style bands around the outside of the bubble butt cheeks and connecting under to the pouch. It would show off that hot naked rounded butt really well. I wasn’t sure whether to fit the neck or the waist first. So I started with the neck, thinking it would be more interesting to bend Matt at the middle, bringing the feet up to his head. Quite flexible, he didn’t have any problem with my doing it. I did have to stop and finger his rust colored asshole and fuzzy crack while he was ‘arse over tittle’. My plan worked, everything slipped on perfectly. Except for the crotch pouch. The fat penis just couldn’t fit inside. So I left the head out to let it breathe.
Enough dressing indulgence, time for fotos.
Propping pillows against the headboard, I slid Matt into a sitting position. Encouraging him to tease me, I slipped his left hand into the pouch and the right under the chest strap to balance on the left nipple. Click. Then the thumb behind the glans. Click. He needed at bit more cockiness so I angled a soft leather biker’s cap on his head. Managing to close one eye in a seductive wink, he was ready for more. Click. Click . . . and dozens more.
“You’re so seductive, I’m gonna take you up on your proposition and fuck your asshole until you get a smile on that dead face.”
He was just too hot to resist. Still warm and very pliable I heaved him to the edge of the bed. On his back with legs in the air I jabbed my throbbing cock into his furry star. A little bit of spit and the soft shit made it so easy and smooth through that relaxed portal. The wiry hairs between the buns tickled my balls. He never liked my getting rough, but there was no way he could stop me now. I shuddered and moaned as I exploded into his yielding, lurching body. The sound he let out as I made my last powerful thrust into his body seemed to be a moan of pleasure.
Now the stretched sphincter dribbled. Shredded newspaper from the bottom of the hamster cage made a handy and adequate plug. Matt smiled peacefully as I bunched it in.
Satisfied, gratified, and a bit dizzy, I pulled on my gray sweats as I devised some nude poses. I wanted to take advantage of him while he was still very flexible. Ripping off the leather strapwork, the clean sculpted lines of the body were again clearly visible. I pulled back the silver bedspread to uncover white bedding.
“Note to self – be sure to take black and white as well as color shots now.”
I stretched him out to his full 6’1” length against the gleaming white sheets; flat on his back for a beginning. His cock obligingly let me set it against his belly, the over the balls, and to the left and right. I managed to close his other eye, remembering I needed to open them both soon since they were starting to fix. Angelically asleep, he was ready for the camera. Then the mouth was opened for a perfect yawn. Matt even let me stretch out his arms to go along with it. With eyes now dreamily open, Matt reclined on his left side with his cock and balls resting on the rumpled bedding next to him. Then, the jewels under the bedding for a coy look from his almost hidden face. Bending the right knee and elbow made him look like he was caressing the gathered comforter. The shot from his feet along the full length of the dead body was the sexiest view of Matt I’d ever had. Adding more lighting cast sculpting shadows on and around his perfect masculinity. These were spot-on records of an incredibly beautiful male. I even caught the subtle hair thinning from the thighs into the hollow on the side of his butt cheek. Click … Click …. Click … Lots of pics from all angles included creative closeups.
We spent another hour or so together with the camera. Matt showed no sign of resistance, unconcernedly trying on a variety of underwear styles and colors then posturing shamelessly. We almost filled the digital card. He was slowly cooling and beginning to firm up.
“You claimed you could still fit in your Marine uniform. Let’s try it on for a formal pose.”
Since I didn’t know what the official underwear was I wryly improvised. He looked heroic in the sports brief decorated with red and white stripes that had little blue stars scattered over them. A matching athletic shirt completed the outfit. The shirt was a little short so the top of his dark hairy pubes sprang out indifferently.
“You may not be authentic, but you’re sure patriotic. Like this, you’d get lots of salutes.”
Flat on his back, I began to dress him in his Marine formal uniform. Fortunately all the components had been kept cleaned, pressed, and polished. The black socks were fun to pull on. The navy trousers slipped up easily to the knees, but his recent workouts had built up the thighs and hips to a size that made the pant legs very tight. They made for a pleasant struggle. But the waist fit perfectly. Flipping Matt on his stomach, the arms were inched into the coat sleeves up to the armpits. Then I turned him on his back and began adjusting the shoulders and front panels. It was nice of him to hug me when I sat him up to flatten and arrange the back of the coat. He even brushed his lips against mine. After lowering him, I had to stop and raise his arms into a biceps bulge pose for the camera. The ‘flag’ undershirt peeked out just the right amount against the open black-blue coat with red trim. Matt’s workouts had increased his neck and shoulders so much that I could barely close the shiny brass buttons.
“Hey don’t worry, you don’t need to breathe and your face won’t turn red,” slapping his cheek.
Hoping the top buttons would not pop open, I continued closing them down his chest. The white chinch belt still fit as it had originally. I slid the sweet smelling oxfords on his feet and tied the laces. His hat lay beside him.
“You look as dashing as ever Matthew. You know I can’t resist a man in a uniform.”
It was time to indulge in another fantasy. Dropping my sweat pants, I folded aside the bottom flaps of his jacket and opened the pants zipper. Lying on top of him, I shoved my hot rod into his mouth and then munched his dick into mine. It was a real military sixty-nine salute. I blew a load into him so hard that some my jizz came out of his nostrils. I sucked and sucked and sucked him but I couldn’t draw any cum from his unobliging prick. I couldn’t understand why, he always squirted generously when I blew him before. His balls were up and felt full and juicy too.
With a little finagling I finally stood the hunky Marine against the wall for pictures. I straightened and closed the uniform. He posed with and without his hat and in difference stages of dress and undress. I really liked the one with his dick sticking through the coat flaps. Click! Click! . . . .
“What memories we’re making Matthew.”
I knew he still had to be full of cum. But, how to get it out. Maybe if the prostate and balls were above the cock, gravity would be on my side. After hauling him into the walk-in closet, I tied his shod feet together. With a rope I was able to tug them up to the upper clothes rod. Since the coat fell away naturally over the tight belt, it was easy to open the zipper and push the undies up from the crotch. I had to make sure his nuts were hanging loose, not squashed between the thighs. Hoping my idea would work, I started fiercely sucking the fat penis. Since the body swayed, I had to grab his ass and push his crotch into my face as well. (As if that were anything to complain about!) Simultaneously, I yanked the balls up and rubbed and pushed hard just below the base of the cock, hoping that might relax the sperm laden tubes and the bulb muscle. Then I began to feel heavy liquid in my mouth and knew it was working. Matt drooled and oozed until my mouth seemed full. As I pulled away, the cum continued to seep on my face. Swallowing, I went back to work until I’d milked him of his final man cream.
I took a few minutes to gloat over my success and pull his short hairs from between my teeth. What an evening it’d been, definitely the best Matt and I’d ever had.
I certainly couldn’t call the cops now. So I pulled on fresh sweats and Matt’s new Crockett pro 2 Vans while devising a plan to get Mr. Matt out of my life. I’d take him to our secret spot in the woods where we wouldn’t be seen late at night. Quickly stripping off the uniform, I redressed him in the blood stained clothes so they wouldn’t be found at my place. I would be just another innocent collateral victim of Matt’s murder. I laid plastic over the back seat of the car, then put the body, covered with a blanket as if sleeping, on it. I also took my camera and for some reason my reloaded gun.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
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 enjoyed this story, click on the 'rate this thread' at the top of the thread. It’s powerful support. Thanx
