Octave
Forum Regular
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2009
- Messages
- 323
- Location
- Styx
— This boy thought certainly that it had the qualities to be a erotic or porn model. But it was not the case. He was not the beauty we can find in magazines but I didn't want to sadden him.
I took some photos and I was distracted by his body. Even if it was not a top model, I wanted to touch his skin, his smelly armpits and press my dick against his stomach.
— Then I asked him to masturbate in front of me. He smiled, raised his T-shirt and began to caress his cock. I was ardent.
— I took some photos and then I approached him and sat on his side. "Can I kiss you ?"
- Maybe it's a little too much, he said.
- Ok, continue to masturbate you.
- No, I do not know if it is a good idea finally. Take a break.
— I put my hand on his chest and I tried to kiss him. These bitches always say "no" but if we insist a little...
The guy violently pushed me away. "Faggot, I said no !" I became crazy. I threw myself on him. He didn't understand what was going on. I was lucky ; he was still lying and I was half lengthened on him. He gave me a punch and by fury, I grabbed his neck.
— I didn't plan to kill him but I knew that if I let him go, he would have screamed like a pig. I choked him during endless three minutes. I would have never thought that he would have been so tough.
— He struggled and hurt me with a blow of knee but I stood firm and I continued to squeeze. I felt his hot body under mine, clammy of sweat, and he struggled as a devil. He gave me obscene pelvic thrusts to get free but they only increased my erection.
— His face became unrecognizable : puffy, purple, the vessels in his eyes began to burst while he continued to fix me with his terrified eyes.
— When I pushed my fingers under his jaw, his tongue went out, shy as a mollusk between two white stones.
— His look began veiled and his movements became less abrupt.
— He lost consciousness while his body continued to fight against the death. The hands continued to try to push me away but I felt the strength leaving him.
— And then his arms fell, I felt the muscles of the stomach loosening and then nothing more.
— I continued to squeeze him during one minute to be sure that he does not wake up.
— The face took back its normal color a little when I relaxed the pressure.
— I strangled so hard that I broke his trachea. It collapsed like a plastic pipe.
— I put a kiss on his wet mouth, I licked the foam of saliva which shone between his lips, and I caressed the piece of his protruding tongue which tasted the blood. He had clenched his teeth so much that he had cut his tongue.
— That dude was more photogenic dead than alive.
— I undressed him slowly, to discover his body as we open a gift-wrapped parcel.
— I began with the tracksuit bottom, revealing the flabby dick.
— I took pictures again and I played with his long legs.
— I removed the tee.
— I caressed him again and again, buried my face in his flesh to smell the perfume of the skin and his musky sweat.
— I know that corpses become stiff very fast so I took advantage of it to make quickly some pictures in various positions.
— A man who has just died is a machine which still lives. When I was dragging his corpse, I could still feel his stomach gurgling and I even had a surge of terror by thinking that he had maybe not died because his throat had emitted a liquid and strange noise. But he was definitely gone.
— After returning in the bedroom, I spent my hand between the sweaty buttocks and I smelt the bitter odor of the sweat and the shit. I was taken by a crazy desire to fuck him raw.
— It's was easy. His sphincters were loose.
— It was incredible ; his hole was delicious. His soft and still warm flesh hugged my cock tightly and in a perfect way. This guy had to be a good damn glutton.
— But I didn't know if it was because of the agony and he adrenalin which had stimulated his intestines or if it was because he didn't have time to make of enema but his rectum was filled to the brim. I came out from his hole with a sticky noise of suction, the cock full of thick shit.
— I removed the condom to ejaculate in his bowels, sowing the fucking carcass of this moron.
— It's an incredible pleasure to fuck a body in all the possible positions without hearing him complain.
— Finally, I dressed him with some of my clothes, slightly too big for him.
— And now, I'm stuck with a corpse who begins to smell. What can I do ? What would you do ?
— And oh ! I've made this little video while I fucked him. It's never very pleasant to shag a filthy asshole and I have to admit that it would have spoiled the thing but the meaty flesh and the viscous flic-floc sounds increased my pleasure.
I took some photos and I was distracted by his body. Even if it was not a top model, I wanted to touch his skin, his smelly armpits and press my dick against his stomach.
— Then I asked him to masturbate in front of me. He smiled, raised his T-shirt and began to caress his cock. I was ardent.
— I took some photos and then I approached him and sat on his side. "Can I kiss you ?"
- Maybe it's a little too much, he said.
- Ok, continue to masturbate you.
- No, I do not know if it is a good idea finally. Take a break.
— I put my hand on his chest and I tried to kiss him. These bitches always say "no" but if we insist a little...
The guy violently pushed me away. "Faggot, I said no !" I became crazy. I threw myself on him. He didn't understand what was going on. I was lucky ; he was still lying and I was half lengthened on him. He gave me a punch and by fury, I grabbed his neck.
— I didn't plan to kill him but I knew that if I let him go, he would have screamed like a pig. I choked him during endless three minutes. I would have never thought that he would have been so tough.
— He struggled and hurt me with a blow of knee but I stood firm and I continued to squeeze. I felt his hot body under mine, clammy of sweat, and he struggled as a devil. He gave me obscene pelvic thrusts to get free but they only increased my erection.
— His face became unrecognizable : puffy, purple, the vessels in his eyes began to burst while he continued to fix me with his terrified eyes.
— When I pushed my fingers under his jaw, his tongue went out, shy as a mollusk between two white stones.
— His look began veiled and his movements became less abrupt.
— He lost consciousness while his body continued to fight against the death. The hands continued to try to push me away but I felt the strength leaving him.
— And then his arms fell, I felt the muscles of the stomach loosening and then nothing more.
— I continued to squeeze him during one minute to be sure that he does not wake up.
— The face took back its normal color a little when I relaxed the pressure.
— I strangled so hard that I broke his trachea. It collapsed like a plastic pipe.
— I put a kiss on his wet mouth, I licked the foam of saliva which shone between his lips, and I caressed the piece of his protruding tongue which tasted the blood. He had clenched his teeth so much that he had cut his tongue.
— That dude was more photogenic dead than alive.
— I undressed him slowly, to discover his body as we open a gift-wrapped parcel.
— I began with the tracksuit bottom, revealing the flabby dick.
— I took pictures again and I played with his long legs.
— I removed the tee.
— I caressed him again and again, buried my face in his flesh to smell the perfume of the skin and his musky sweat.
— I know that corpses become stiff very fast so I took advantage of it to make quickly some pictures in various positions.
— A man who has just died is a machine which still lives. When I was dragging his corpse, I could still feel his stomach gurgling and I even had a surge of terror by thinking that he had maybe not died because his throat had emitted a liquid and strange noise. But he was definitely gone.
— After returning in the bedroom, I spent my hand between the sweaty buttocks and I smelt the bitter odor of the sweat and the shit. I was taken by a crazy desire to fuck him raw.
— It's was easy. His sphincters were loose.
— It was incredible ; his hole was delicious. His soft and still warm flesh hugged my cock tightly and in a perfect way. This guy had to be a good damn glutton.
— But I didn't know if it was because of the agony and he adrenalin which had stimulated his intestines or if it was because he didn't have time to make of enema but his rectum was filled to the brim. I came out from his hole with a sticky noise of suction, the cock full of thick shit.
— I removed the condom to ejaculate in his bowels, sowing the fucking carcass of this moron.
— It's an incredible pleasure to fuck a body in all the possible positions without hearing him complain.
— Finally, I dressed him with some of my clothes, slightly too big for him.
— And now, I'm stuck with a corpse who begins to smell. What can I do ? What would you do ?
— And oh ! I've made this little video while I fucked him. It's never very pleasant to shag a filthy asshole and I have to admit that it would have spoiled the thing but the meaty flesh and the viscous flic-floc sounds increased my pleasure.
