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I've rewritten Michigan Ghoul's story, for those who like their cdgs limper, less gory, but dirtier. And I've added a twist.
It was an Accident II - DeadDirty's take on MichiganGhoul's story
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It was an Accident II (MichiganGhoul, remixed by DeadDirty, September 2012)
It was 10:18 PM on that October Friday night when Chad at last inserted the key into his 2004 Ford and turned the ignition. The small, thin young man sighed wearily as he put the Ford in gear and began to roll out of his work place parking lot. A fourteen hour warehouse shift is long enough to tire anyone, even an 18 year old guy like Chad. And that older guy was due at 11 PM – would be his first fuck, if the guy turned up, and if Chad was home in time. Chad’s eyes blurred slightly as he watched the white line of the highway. His right hand found the radio knob and within seconds, the sounds of the announcer began to drone on. The voice was soft, comforting, like that of a father putting his child to sleep at night.....
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"I'll be a son of a bitch!", Burt cursed while pounding the steering wheel of his pickup truck for emphasis. He was running late for his date, that twink who wanted his first fuck – and was Burt going to give him that fucking!. "I knew something was wrong! Now I need to turn around and head back almost 8 miles. Son of a...." Before he could complete his sentence, the burly middle aged man spied a sight out of the ordinary. For the past three miles, he had seen nothing but large, overgrown green foliage on both sides of the road along with the occasional speed limit or 'Please Do Not Litter' sign. To his left only yards ahead of his truck's front end was a gaping hole in the overgrowth. Perhaps this was a farmer's road where he could turn in and spend a few minutes reading the map in his glove compartment. With that in mind, Burt clenched the cigar between his teeth and made a fast and somewhat erratic u-turn in the road. He had only passed the opening by 70 feet or so by his estimation so finding it once more was no problem. Burt turned into the opening moments later and put his truck into park.
After turning off the ignition, Burt pulled his bulky frame out of the truck. Although it was still technically day time, there was not another vehicle on the road. Curiosity began to get the best of Burt as he gazed ahead at the crushed weeds, grass and small trees. Was someone making a trail, or had he stumbled upon the scene of an undiscovered accident ? Not wishing to entangle his truck in the broken trees, the middle aged man began walking further into the unusual enclave. He didn't get more than 50 feet before he found the wreck of the car that had once belonged to Chad.
The mangled vehicle sat cocked slightly to the right, its front end wrapped around the largest tree in the immediate area.. A tiny drip onto the flat leaves below could still be heard coming from beneath the vehicle and an industrious spider had already begun weaving a web in the right hand corner of the broken back window. The driver's door had been dislodged from the top hinge and now hung crookedly from the car's frame. As Burt apprehensively approached the vehicle, the sight of the back of someone's head came into view – almost standing, the impact had flung him up and forward and his head was jammed against the top of the windshield. He was bent at the waist, and his legs disappeared into a tangle of metal and blood just above the knees. As Burt walked round, he saw that the dead guy was just a lad, maybe 18. His head and neck were held between the roof of the car and the steering wheel which had crushed his chest, and the staring eyes and bloodstained foam from his mouth suggested his death had taken a few minutes and had not been pleasant.
The heavy set, gruff man began to experience feelings that had never crossed his mind before this day. For some unexplained and strange reason, he felt an excited sensation. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and sweat began to moisten his brow as he realized that he was all alone with this handsome young cadaver. There was no need for 'consideration' or 'compassion', nor would this have to be a 'give and take' situation. Burt could instead indulge in all of the rough sex and violent actions with the young, dead body before him that he could ever hope to do! With his head and legs held in the twisted wreckage, the lad’s corpse wasn’t going anywhere, and his slim ass was bent over invitingly.
As he began to investigate the corpse, Burt could feel the cracked and dislocated ribs under the thin cotton t-shirt. The jeans were wet with piss, and a slight damp area in the seat suggested that he had shat himself The newly self-aware necrophiliac reached round, undid the jeans, and pulled them down roughly round the thighs. The lad’s boxers were pale blue with darker blue trim, and he had soiled them comprehensively in his death agonies. Burt pushed them down into the top of his jeans. The lad’s cock was half-erect, asnd had dribbled a little semen into his sodden boxers. The ass was slim and inviting, the hole had been very tight in life – far too tight to take Burt’s thick, 9" man meat into such a tiny orifice. But the lad certainly wasn’t going to resist, and with the limpness of death and his own strength, Burt had no doubt he could open it enough to take his fully erect, throbbing cock!
In spite of his lustful focus, the gruff man could not help but chuckle at the awkward posture of the body. He wasted little time in pushing down his pants and underwear and unbuttoning his short sleeve shirt. After smacking the dead young man's ass cheeks for good measure, Burt positioned his cock at the youth's bung hole, grabbed the hips firmly and began to push forward. The feces of the cadaver's shit hole were slippery – a second taboo broken, but Burt quickly grew to enjoy the sensation and focus on the corpse's pleasure-giving hole! The sphincters were too tight ever to have taken Burt in life – even in death it took several slow exploring thrusts to open them, with Burt’s hands on the lad’s hips, then just above the cock, pushing the corpse back onto his huge member. Then he was in, his thrusts stretching the lad’s dead hole ever wider.
As Burt pushed into the corpse, the sound of the glass-embedded face scratching against the twisted metal could be heard. The body was held by the wreckage round its neck and knees, and as Burt fucked it he could feel the shattered legs flexing weirdly halfway down the thighs. The damaged ribcage made strange cracking noises under the white t-shirt, but the upper torso was strangely motionless and resistant against Burt’s chest. Burt felt round to the front, and realised that a spar of broken metal had pierced the dead lad’s chest below the left nipple, and was penetrating deeper with every thrust. With a howl that could have frightened off a grizzly bear, the large built, hairy man began spewing load after load of thick, molten man cum into the cadaver's dead, unfeeling asshole. As the last drops of sperm jetted out of his thick cock, Burt felt the corpse’s chest give way against his pressure, the spar penetrating the heart as Burt’s cock penetrated the guts.
Burt stayed inside the corpse for several minutes while catching his breath. When he at last pulled his softening cock from the corpse's ass, the broken body sagged from the rod through its chest, the thighs bent back halfway down where the jeans and underwear were at half-mast. The lad’s cock had dribbled a little piss and cum onto the mess in its underwear, and as Burt looked the open asshole dribbled some of his semen to add to the feces in the crack. Burt pulled the underwear and jeans up – he would have liked to leave the broken and violated lad exposed, but that would not be sensible. He looked down at his own body – no water around to clean the lad’s mess off his cock, so he pulled his underwear and pants up and headed back to the truck, he’d need to shower as soon as he got home. Damn, that twink, he’d completely forgotten! Well, no way he could show up like this, and anyway the urge had passed. The twink would just have to put him down as a no-show, and keep his ass virgin a bit longer. Burt had just had the fuck of his life, and as he started up the pick-up and swung back onto the road he suddenly felt very tired.
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Dr Hudson walked into his office at the morgue and sat down to check his emails – the lab reports on last weekend’s RTA [Road Traffic Accident] fatalities should be in today. As he opened the email he stiffened and swore.
‘Subject: Decedents Friday 13th October 2012’
Dear Dr Hudson,
Samples were received from two decedents, separate RTAs, both no other vehicle involved: Decedent A – 18yr old white male, samples A1-12; Decedent B – 54yr old white male, samples B1-12.
Unfortunately two samples yielded anomalous results. Sample A8 (Decedent A, body fluids on skin and interior of underwear, anal area): analysis showed semen from Decedent B mixed with fecal material from Decedent A. Sample B7 (Decedent B, body fluids on skin and interior of underwear, penile area): analysis showed semen and urine from Decedent B mixed with fecal material from Decedent A.
It is assumed that these results were due to severe cross-contamination between samples. Analysis of all samples was therefore discontinued due to potential contamination.
You may wish to look at working practices in your mortuary, to ensure that these comply with good practice on sampling procedures.
Yours faithfully,
Ian Randall (Dr)’
Dr Hudson permitted himself a slight smile as he read the last sentence – Ian Randall was an old friend, and he could imagine his totally deadpan expression as he wrote it. But this was embarrassing – he was going to give Rory hell. OK, Rory was a new trainee (and a good-looking teen) and working conditions were cramped when two corpses were brought in almost at once, with just the one slab operational during the rebuilding work. But even a trainee working with two corpses on the same slab should be capable of taking the external samples without mixing them – unless of course Rory had been playing around, putting the older guy’s cock against the younger lad’s ass? Dr Hudson had been taking a delivery while Rory was stripping the two corpses and taking the routine samples, but he wouldn’t put that past Rory. Still at least the trainee had had the wit to take the samples before adding his own semen to their intimate messes – Dr Hudson had come back into his office just as Rory completed the sampling, turned the CCTV monitor on, and been most impressed by the speed and energy with which Rory had stripped himself butt-naked, leapt onto the slab, fucked both the bodies without any attempt to clean them first, then put his clothes straight back on and got with his job.
The End.
It was 10:18 PM on that October Friday night when Chad at last inserted the key into his 2004 Ford and turned the ignition. The small, thin young man sighed wearily as he put the Ford in gear and began to roll out of his work place parking lot. A fourteen hour warehouse shift is long enough to tire anyone, even an 18 year old guy like Chad. And that older guy was due at 11 PM – would be his first fuck, if the guy turned up, and if Chad was home in time. Chad’s eyes blurred slightly as he watched the white line of the highway. His right hand found the radio knob and within seconds, the sounds of the announcer began to drone on. The voice was soft, comforting, like that of a father putting his child to sleep at night.....
************************************************** ************
"I'll be a son of a bitch!", Burt cursed while pounding the steering wheel of his pickup truck for emphasis. He was running late for his date, that twink who wanted his first fuck – and was Burt going to give him that fucking!. "I knew something was wrong! Now I need to turn around and head back almost 8 miles. Son of a...." Before he could complete his sentence, the burly middle aged man spied a sight out of the ordinary. For the past three miles, he had seen nothing but large, overgrown green foliage on both sides of the road along with the occasional speed limit or 'Please Do Not Litter' sign. To his left only yards ahead of his truck's front end was a gaping hole in the overgrowth. Perhaps this was a farmer's road where he could turn in and spend a few minutes reading the map in his glove compartment. With that in mind, Burt clenched the cigar between his teeth and made a fast and somewhat erratic u-turn in the road. He had only passed the opening by 70 feet or so by his estimation so finding it once more was no problem. Burt turned into the opening moments later and put his truck into park.
After turning off the ignition, Burt pulled his bulky frame out of the truck. Although it was still technically day time, there was not another vehicle on the road. Curiosity began to get the best of Burt as he gazed ahead at the crushed weeds, grass and small trees. Was someone making a trail, or had he stumbled upon the scene of an undiscovered accident ? Not wishing to entangle his truck in the broken trees, the middle aged man began walking further into the unusual enclave. He didn't get more than 50 feet before he found the wreck of the car that had once belonged to Chad.
The mangled vehicle sat cocked slightly to the right, its front end wrapped around the largest tree in the immediate area.. A tiny drip onto the flat leaves below could still be heard coming from beneath the vehicle and an industrious spider had already begun weaving a web in the right hand corner of the broken back window. The driver's door had been dislodged from the top hinge and now hung crookedly from the car's frame. As Burt apprehensively approached the vehicle, the sight of the back of someone's head came into view – almost standing, the impact had flung him up and forward and his head was jammed against the top of the windshield. He was bent at the waist, and his legs disappeared into a tangle of metal and blood just above the knees. As Burt walked round, he saw that the dead guy was just a lad, maybe 18. His head and neck were held between the roof of the car and the steering wheel which had crushed his chest, and the staring eyes and bloodstained foam from his mouth suggested his death had taken a few minutes and had not been pleasant.
The heavy set, gruff man began to experience feelings that had never crossed his mind before this day. For some unexplained and strange reason, he felt an excited sensation. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and sweat began to moisten his brow as he realized that he was all alone with this handsome young cadaver. There was no need for 'consideration' or 'compassion', nor would this have to be a 'give and take' situation. Burt could instead indulge in all of the rough sex and violent actions with the young, dead body before him that he could ever hope to do! With his head and legs held in the twisted wreckage, the lad’s corpse wasn’t going anywhere, and his slim ass was bent over invitingly.
As he began to investigate the corpse, Burt could feel the cracked and dislocated ribs under the thin cotton t-shirt. The jeans were wet with piss, and a slight damp area in the seat suggested that he had shat himself The newly self-aware necrophiliac reached round, undid the jeans, and pulled them down roughly round the thighs. The lad’s boxers were pale blue with darker blue trim, and he had soiled them comprehensively in his death agonies. Burt pushed them down into the top of his jeans. The lad’s cock was half-erect, asnd had dribbled a little semen into his sodden boxers. The ass was slim and inviting, the hole had been very tight in life – far too tight to take Burt’s thick, 9" man meat into such a tiny orifice. But the lad certainly wasn’t going to resist, and with the limpness of death and his own strength, Burt had no doubt he could open it enough to take his fully erect, throbbing cock!
In spite of his lustful focus, the gruff man could not help but chuckle at the awkward posture of the body. He wasted little time in pushing down his pants and underwear and unbuttoning his short sleeve shirt. After smacking the dead young man's ass cheeks for good measure, Burt positioned his cock at the youth's bung hole, grabbed the hips firmly and began to push forward. The feces of the cadaver's shit hole were slippery – a second taboo broken, but Burt quickly grew to enjoy the sensation and focus on the corpse's pleasure-giving hole! The sphincters were too tight ever to have taken Burt in life – even in death it took several slow exploring thrusts to open them, with Burt’s hands on the lad’s hips, then just above the cock, pushing the corpse back onto his huge member. Then he was in, his thrusts stretching the lad’s dead hole ever wider.
As Burt pushed into the corpse, the sound of the glass-embedded face scratching against the twisted metal could be heard. The body was held by the wreckage round its neck and knees, and as Burt fucked it he could feel the shattered legs flexing weirdly halfway down the thighs. The damaged ribcage made strange cracking noises under the white t-shirt, but the upper torso was strangely motionless and resistant against Burt’s chest. Burt felt round to the front, and realised that a spar of broken metal had pierced the dead lad’s chest below the left nipple, and was penetrating deeper with every thrust. With a howl that could have frightened off a grizzly bear, the large built, hairy man began spewing load after load of thick, molten man cum into the cadaver's dead, unfeeling asshole. As the last drops of sperm jetted out of his thick cock, Burt felt the corpse’s chest give way against his pressure, the spar penetrating the heart as Burt’s cock penetrated the guts.
Burt stayed inside the corpse for several minutes while catching his breath. When he at last pulled his softening cock from the corpse's ass, the broken body sagged from the rod through its chest, the thighs bent back halfway down where the jeans and underwear were at half-mast. The lad’s cock had dribbled a little piss and cum onto the mess in its underwear, and as Burt looked the open asshole dribbled some of his semen to add to the feces in the crack. Burt pulled the underwear and jeans up – he would have liked to leave the broken and violated lad exposed, but that would not be sensible. He looked down at his own body – no water around to clean the lad’s mess off his cock, so he pulled his underwear and pants up and headed back to the truck, he’d need to shower as soon as he got home. Damn, that twink, he’d completely forgotten! Well, no way he could show up like this, and anyway the urge had passed. The twink would just have to put him down as a no-show, and keep his ass virgin a bit longer. Burt had just had the fuck of his life, and as he started up the pick-up and swung back onto the road he suddenly felt very tired.
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Dr Hudson walked into his office at the morgue and sat down to check his emails – the lab reports on last weekend’s RTA [Road Traffic Accident] fatalities should be in today. As he opened the email he stiffened and swore.
‘Subject: Decedents Friday 13th October 2012’
Dear Dr Hudson,
Samples were received from two decedents, separate RTAs, both no other vehicle involved: Decedent A – 18yr old white male, samples A1-12; Decedent B – 54yr old white male, samples B1-12.
Unfortunately two samples yielded anomalous results. Sample A8 (Decedent A, body fluids on skin and interior of underwear, anal area): analysis showed semen from Decedent B mixed with fecal material from Decedent A. Sample B7 (Decedent B, body fluids on skin and interior of underwear, penile area): analysis showed semen and urine from Decedent B mixed with fecal material from Decedent A.
It is assumed that these results were due to severe cross-contamination between samples. Analysis of all samples was therefore discontinued due to potential contamination.
You may wish to look at working practices in your mortuary, to ensure that these comply with good practice on sampling procedures.
Yours faithfully,
Ian Randall (Dr)’
Dr Hudson permitted himself a slight smile as he read the last sentence – Ian Randall was an old friend, and he could imagine his totally deadpan expression as he wrote it. But this was embarrassing – he was going to give Rory hell. OK, Rory was a new trainee (and a good-looking teen) and working conditions were cramped when two corpses were brought in almost at once, with just the one slab operational during the rebuilding work. But even a trainee working with two corpses on the same slab should be capable of taking the external samples without mixing them – unless of course Rory had been playing around, putting the older guy’s cock against the younger lad’s ass? Dr Hudson had been taking a delivery while Rory was stripping the two corpses and taking the routine samples, but he wouldn’t put that past Rory. Still at least the trainee had had the wit to take the samples before adding his own semen to their intimate messes – Dr Hudson had come back into his office just as Rory completed the sampling, turned the CCTV monitor on, and been most impressed by the speed and energy with which Rory had stripped himself butt-naked, leapt onto the slab, fucked both the bodies without any attempt to clean them first, then put his clothes straight back on and got with his job.
The End.
