Which was the first dead boy that you liked?

[marco1520]

Hello I would like to meet or know which was the first dead man that you liked

I start with mine, his name was Jose Salas Sanonez, he was 21 years old, apparently he was a gang member and he died in a fight in January 2006.

when I saw the photos of his body with his face a little bleeding but if he had a calm face and his tattoos on his body, I was excited and I just thought that making it mine on that cold iron in the morgue where he spent two weeks waiting to be identified and in the end it ended up in a mass grave in Tijuana.

I wish you could share photos without history of your favorite dead boys

 

[Frazeeme]

MY first naked dead guy was a morgue photo in an old Life Magazine with an article about gang war in Brooklyn that I found in a library. It's post autopsy but he's so hot.
His tough gangster looks, jaw, and hairy body still excite me. The mole on the outside of his thigh drives me wild, as do the parted lips. You can make out the base of his penis below the hairy little tummy.
The image quality sucks, so far behind the hotties we have in incredible HD we have now.
He was my first necro love and still turns me on. Louis makes repeated appearances in my fantasies. Thanks to CDG he now has playmates.



If anyone has a better copy - I'd love to get it.

 

[metalmachine]

I have the image in my mind but never could find the pic. Was a man died in accident. I saw It with curious friends. They was watching gore in a cyber. This was in the first years of 2000

I also remember the classic beheading of chechen in mobile phones. The Death of El Carni in Dakar 2005 ( I had a piece of newspapers with his body on the sand and a close pic of face)
and I also had some random pieces of newspapers about war on international section.

All of this before had internet at home

 

[fireboots]

I have to say that I've never liked any "dead boys", but I loved images of naked people in Hell!
High on my list of images of dying men were the prints of the Canadian Martyrs getting burned at the stake naked by the Iroquois, and St. Lawrence getting roasted naked on a grill.
Bare bums and fire are my biggest turn on!

 

[Chinlae]

A body autopsy from the video which showed a dead guy from Canton, in China. Chung-Shan University?

 

[gm1967]

It all started for me from a book my father had in his library............called: "Life's Picture History of World War 2"......... this would have been in the late 1970's....... so, only thing we had was books - and maybe some hot "Kill" or "death" scenes in movies........ i was born in 1967 - so i discovered this when i was like 12 or 13....... and I even remember being fascinated with this particular picture BEFORE being actually sexually attracted to it. In fact - i have a memory of showing it to my babysitter at the time and she freaked out....... so, as you can imagine.......i never showed anybody else my attractions............. with this pic....... it was the guy on the bottom left....... with his naked ass up....... in a body pile that got me going. Even to this day...... I still love Asians and body piles!

 

[gm1967]

Now - here are some more from the book "Life's Picture History of World War 2"............ i can still remember jerking off to this book and these pics for years! Once i was able to - i used to go to the library and get more! haha and then the internet came along.......and then........ thank god....... CDG !!!! haha

 

[Frazeeme]

I remember these.

 

[phoenix_orochi]

Well. My first dead guy I have enjoyed is a story from storys.
First story not necro start when I was a kid and my foot fetish that discovered when I was at a friends house. (I was 8 years old )
I was playing videogames with him and his brother enter the room after playing soccer. He takes his shoes and socks off and went to takes a shower. I take a look at his feet and was awesome. I feel something interesting and then he leaves the room to shower.
I continue playing video games. and then later my friend leaves the room to take a drink (apple soda) I stared at his brother dirty tennis shoes and socks at the room and I smell them hehe, that was so fascinating. I steal a sock and keep it, but unfortunately later at meal time. (My friend invite me to eat) His brother was frustated because he tell that a sock of him was missing. So I feel ashamed and take the sock out and tell that I found it but i forgot to give it to him and ask for apologies. My father (he was with me), my friend, his brother and my friend father and mother was surpised he he. I think that the brother bitch know i like his feet or something because it happen two more times, playing videogames with my friend and then he enter and leaves his dirty delicious tennis and socks to "take a shower" and then my bitch friend leaving to take his soda, but since the incident I was only playing the videogame alone and not even looking to that precious gift and almost i feel that the two bastard were looking at me. Well that was my first story. Oh the friend brother was twelve years old
The second story was when I enjoy watching the tv shows (I was nine years old) and i enjoy watching the tales from the crypt, creepshow, friday the 13 series. yep teen rated, but that time not pg13 exist he he and the frankenstein and reanimator movies oh yes. I like reanimate dead guys scenes. showing his feet he he. One interesting tv show was "The outer limits" in the "Donor" episode were a dying doctors wife kill a guy to transplant his body to his husband. The procedure was fascinating to me.
Police tv shows was cool on that time and i did my best to saw a news show "Fuera de la ley", "Ciudad desnuda" and there was when i see my fist dead guy. It was a 21 year old that hangs himself and they show his feet and body (sadly not his face) but they were really nice little hairy teen guy feet and body. sadly i dont own a vhs recorder that time so i could not save that precious episode. Later another show know as "Policias" was cool too, cool young guys gunned, runover,.
And then when internet start: rotten.com, ogrish.com and there was a site called wonderland marvels of death that was my fist gore site i saw. (13 years old) In rotten is were i have my fist guy in my collection. Raut I name it because is the name of files on the photos he he. And my actual boyfriend. (ogrish) A brazilian robber that was gunned down by police. But who could resist that beautiful fat hairy cock? I have many fantasies with him and sometimes i switch bodies with him he he.

 

[tisgoh]

At the age of 13, I discovered this photo. It’s from the 1983 Embassy bombing in Beirut.

 

[Frazeeme]

Well. My first dead guy I have enjoyed is a story from storys.
First story not necro start when I was a kid and my foot fetish that discovered when I was at a friends house. (I was 8 years old )
I was playing videogames with him and his brother enter the room after playing soccer. He takes his shoes and socks off and went to takes a shower. I take a look at his feet and was awesome. I feel something interesting and then he leaves the room to shower.
I continue playing video games. and then later my friend leaves the room to take a drink (apple soda) I stared at his brother dirty tennis shoes and socks at the room and I smell them hehe, that was so fascinating. I steal a sock and keep it, but unfortunately later at meal time. (My friend invite me to eat) His brother was frustated because he tell that a sock of him was missing. So I feel ashamed and take the sock out and tell that I found it but i forgot to give it to him and ask for apologies. My father (he was with me), my friend, his brother and my friend father and mother was surpised he he. I think that the brother bitch know i like his feet or something because it happen two more times, playing videogames with my friend and then he enter and leaves his dirty delicious tennis and socks to "take a shower" and then my bitch friend leaving to take his soda, but since the incident I was only playing the videogame alone and not even looking to that precious gift and almost i feel that the two bastard were looking at me. Well that was my first story. Oh the friend brother was twelve years old
The second story was when I enjoy watching the tv shows (I was nine years old) and i enjoy watching the tales from the crypt, creepshow, friday the 13 series. yep teen rated, but that time not pg13 exist he he and the frankenstein and reanimator movies oh yes. I like reanimate dead guys scenes. showing his feet he he. One interesting tv show was "The outer limits" in the "Donor" episode were a dying doctors wife kill a guy to transplant his body to his husband. The procedure was fascinating to me.
Police tv shows was cool on that time and i did my best to saw a news show "Fuera de la ley", "Ciudad desnuda" and there was when i see my fist dead guy. It was a 21 year old that hangs himself and they show his feet and body (sadly not his face) but they were really nice little hairy teen guy feet and body. sadly i dont own a vhs recorder that time so i could not save that precious episode. Later another show know as "Policias" was cool too, cool young guys gunned, runover,.
And then when internet start: rotten.com, ogrish.com and there was a site called wonderland marvels of death that was my fist gore site i saw. (13 years old) In rotten is were i have my fist guy in my collection. Raut I name it because is the name of files on the photos he he. And my actual boyfriend. (ogrish) A brazilian robber that was gunned down by police. But who could resist that beautiful fat hairy cock? I have many fantasies with him and sometimes i switch bodies with him he he.

Always loved the sexy tan line on the last guy with the fat hairy cock.

 

[enji17]

Well. My first dead guy I have enjoyed is a story from storys.
First story not necro start when I was a kid and my foot fetish that discovered when I was at a friends house. (I was 8 years old )
I was playing videogames with him and his brother enter the room after playing soccer. He takes his shoes and socks off and went to takes a shower. I take a look at his feet and was awesome. I feel something interesting and then he leaves the room to shower.
I continue playing video games. and then later my friend leaves the room to take a drink (apple soda) I stared at his brother dirty tennis shoes and socks at the room and I smell them hehe, that was so fascinating. I steal a sock and keep it, but unfortunately later at meal time. (My friend invite me to eat) His brother was frustated because he tell that a sock of him was missing. So I feel ashamed and take the sock out and tell that I found it but i forgot to give it to him and ask for apologies. My father (he was with me), my friend, his brother and my friend father and mother was surpised he he. I think that the brother bitch know i like his feet or something because it happen two more times, playing videogames with my friend and then he enter and leaves his dirty delicious tennis and socks to "take a shower" and then my bitch friend leaving to take his soda, but since the incident I was only playing the videogame alone and not even looking to that precious gift and almost i feel that the two bastard were looking at me. Well that was my first story. Oh the friend brother was twelve years old
The second story was when I enjoy watching the tv shows (I was nine years old) and i enjoy watching the tales from the crypt, creepshow, friday the 13 series. yep teen rated, but that time not pg13 exist he he and the frankenstein and reanimator movies oh yes. I like reanimate dead guys scenes. showing his feet he he. One interesting tv show was "The outer limits" in the "Donor" episode were a dying doctors wife kill a guy to transplant his body to his husband. The procedure was fascinating to me.
Police tv shows was cool on that time and i did my best to saw a news show "Fuera de la ley", "Ciudad desnuda" and there was when i see my fist dead guy. It was a 21 year old that hangs himself and they show his feet and body (sadly not his face) but they were really nice little hairy teen guy feet and body. sadly i dont own a vhs recorder that time so i could not save that precious episode. Later another show know as "Policias" was cool too, cool young guys gunned, runover,.
And then when internet start: rotten.com, ogrish.com and there was a site called wonderland marvels of death that was my fist gore site i saw. (13 years old) In rotten is were i have my fist guy in my collection. Raut I name it because is the name of files on the photos he he. And my actual boyfriend. (ogrish) A brazilian robber that was gunned down by police. But who could resist that beautiful fat hairy cock? I have many fantasies with him and sometimes i switch bodies with him he he.

Perfect body

 

[bluefish20008]

My first dead boy was a guy hanging in just white singlet tucked into white briefs, pre-1940s. A few cops were investigating his death. Not sure if anyone has that pic.

 

[sernecro]

I don't have that video on hand right now but I can distinctly remember getting really hard over the videos from Russia and Chechnya during the conflict years. It's one of my earliest memories getting hard over handsome dead guys.

The charonboat one with a Russian soldier getting pierced in his throat by a knife and where he bled out and you can hear him gasp. That guy was so hot, young hot soldier corpse.

After that, I tore through some gore sites on the regular and jerked off to all the hot beheading videos and wished all the corpses were mine to play with

 

[JonCamp]

The first dead guy that I liked — no, loved — was one that I stumbled upon during the early days of my Internet adventures.

We had what we called an Internet cafe or a computer shop in our neighborhood. You pay a set amount to access the web for 1 hour, and pay to extend your time. I would spend a minimum of 2 hours every session just scouring the Internet for interesting content. I frequented scary sites and read articles that tickled my fancy.

It was during one of those days that I found him.

Motorcycle Accident

Photographs show a motorcyclist cut in half by a collision with a roadside pole.

www.snopes.com

He was lying on his back in the middle of the road, wearing his dark blue T-shirt and what looks like a backpack on him. He had a nice face with very manly features, obscured only by a white patch on his eyes. On his hands, his motorcycle gloves remain.

I imagine he went out for a ride, a quick one, because it looks like all he had waist down were a pair of shorts. They were pulled up a little bit higher, accentuating his massive bulge. I remember staring at his bulge intently, wondering how big his dick was for that to happen.
He was wearing long black socks that covered up his ankles. I have always wondered what his feet looked like — the shape of his heels, the arches, and his toes underneath looked incredible. He had boots at one point, but they were now removed from his feet and placed a distance from him. Besides those lower items of clothing, his smooth thighs and lanky legs are clearly visible.

Oh, and his intestines were beside his right foot.

This man was the unfortunate victim of a motorcycle accident in Budapest, Hungary. He collided with a telephone pole and got cut in half. His upper half laid next to his lower half, in full view and in all his gorgeous glory.

I vividly remember visiting the site just for him, and frequenting the computer shop for the same reason. I would always sit at the very last cubicle where my right side was concealed from view. Then, I open his pictures in multiple windows as I place my hand into my pants, my bag hiding me even more.

And then I masturbate to him... gently, passionately, lovingly. I stare at his lips and imagine them kissing mine while our noses touch and we savor each other's breaths. I imagine running my fingers through his buzz-cut hair, feeling their soft bristliness on my skin. He does the same to me, pulling on my hair as our kisses get more torrid. All of these thoughts collide as I jack off faster.

I then make my way down to his feet. I remove his black socks slowly with my mouth to first reveal his ankles, then his heels, then his soles and tops, and finally his toes. I imagine keeping his socks as souvenirs to savor their essence later. I have my way with his feet, being creative with my mouth in exploring every inch of them.

My breathing becomes faster, heavier. I suppress it as much as I can to avoid arousing suspicion.
I then visualize myself tracing his legs upwards with my tongue, working back up to his ankles, then his legs, and his knees, before ending up on his thighs where I pause. I pull his shorts down and expose his dick, his trouser monster ready to lunge forward and attack my mouth. So I let it, and I blow him hard. I slide my mouth around his dick and go to town. I can feel his body shaking along with mine. He moans, he whimpers, he tries to hold it all in... until he can't anymore.
And his cum explodes. And my cum follows suit. Our concurrent climax shakes me back to reality, where my pants are dripping as he laid on the screen lifeless.

But unlike any post-nut clarity, where one might disgusted after having finished, I smile in gratitude. I thank him silently for all he is and what he provides me, and I wipe myself clean in total secrecy. I then close all windows and proceed with my web-surfing ways, and none are the wiser for me having done it.

I used to do it multiple times a week when the shop was still open, then I took all of it to a new shop that opened nearby. And when both closed and I can afford our own Internet, I took him home. Each climax is as strong as the last, if not better and harder.

He was the first dead guy I have ever felt a strong attraction, and to this day I still do.

 

[sernecro]

The first dead guy that I liked — no, loved — was one that I stumbled upon during the early days of my Internet adventures.

We had what we called an Internet cafe or a computer shop in our neighborhood. You pay a set amount to access the web for 1 hour, and pay to extend your time. I would spend a minimum of 2 hours every session just scouring the Internet for interesting content. I frequented scary sites and read articles that tickled my fancy.

It was during one of those days that I found him.

Motorcycle Accident

Photographs show a motorcyclist cut in half by a collision with a roadside pole.

www.snopes.com

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He was lying on his back in the middle of the road, wearing his dark blue T-shirt and what looks like a backpack on him. He had a nice face with very manly features, obscured only by a white patch on his eyes. On his hands, his motorcycle gloves remain.

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I imagine he went out for a ride, a quick one, because it looks like all he had waist down were a pair of shorts. They were pulled up a little bit higher, accentuating his massive bulge. I remember staring at his bulge intently, wondering how big his dick was for that to happen.
He was wearing long black socks that covered up his ankles. I have always wondered what his feet looked like — the shape of his heels, the arches, and his toes underneath looked incredible. He had boots at one point, but they were now removed from his feet and placed a distance from him. Besides those lower items of clothing, his smooth thighs and lanky legs are clearly visible.

Oh, and his intestines were beside his right foot.

View attachment 133794

This man was the unfortunate victim of a motorcycle accident in Budapest, Hungary. He collided with a telephone pole and got cut in half. His upper half laid next to his lower half, in full view and in all his gorgeous glory.

I vividly remember visiting the site just for him, and frequenting the computer shop for the same reason. I would always sit at the very last cubicle where my right side was concealed from view. Then, I open his pictures in multiple windows as I place my hand into my pants, my bag hiding me even more.

View attachment 133796

And then I masturbate to him... gently, passionately, lovingly. I stare at his lips and imagine them kissing mine while our noses touch and we savor each other's breaths. I imagine running my fingers through his buzz-cut hair, feeling their soft bristliness on my skin. He does the same to me, pulling on my hair as our kisses get more torrid. All of these thoughts collide as I jack off faster.

View attachment 133797

I then make my way down to his feet. I remove his black socks slowly with my mouth to first reveal his ankles, then his heels, then his soles and tops, and finally his toes. I imagine keeping his socks as souvenirs to savor their essence later. I have my way with his feet, being creative with my mouth in exploring every inch of them.

My breathing becomes faster, heavier. I suppress it as much as I can to avoid arousing suspicion.
I then visualize myself tracing his legs upwards with my tongue, working back up to his ankles, then his legs, and his knees, before ending up on his thighs where I pause. I pull his shorts down and expose his dick, his trouser monster ready to lunge forward and attack my mouth. So I let it, and I blow him hard. I slide my mouth around his dick and go to town. I can feel his body shaking along with mine. He moans, he whimpers, he tries to hold it all in... until he can't anymore.
And his cum explodes. And my cum follows suit. Our concurrent climax shakes me back to reality, where my pants are dripping as he laid on the screen lifeless.

View attachment 133798

But unlike any post-nut clarity, where one might disgusted after having finished, I smile in gratitude. I thank him silently for all he is and what he provides me, and I wipe myself clean in total secrecy. I then close all windows and proceed with my web-surfing ways, and none are the wiser for me having done it.

I used to do it multiple times a week when the shop was still open, then I took all of it to a new shop that opened nearby. And when both closed and I can afford our own Internet, I took him home. Each climax is as strong as the last, if not better and harder.

He was the first dead guy I have ever felt a strong attraction, and to this day I still do.

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Oh yeah I remember this one too! I always found him extremely hot. Sad that you never get to see his beautiful dead eyes. But the pictures where you can see his socks were always the ones which arroused me the most. I always imagined smelling his strong manly smell...Still an old classic I like to this day!

 

[gibing]

Years ago, i saw a photo of French Terrorists displayed nude in their caskets from 1871 in Paris. Photo brought youthful me much pleasure.

 

[JonCamp]

Oh yeah I remember this one too! I always found him extremely hot. Sad that you never get to see his beautiful dead eyes. But the pictures where you can see his socks were always the ones which arroused me the most. I always imagined smelling his strong manly smell...Still an old classic I like to this day!

I totally agree. The shape of his feet make him extra-sexy. And the fact that we don't see his eyes make him feel mysterious and therefore more attractive than he already is. He is my dream.

 

[Frazeeme]

Years ago, i saw a photo of French Terrorists displayed nude in their caskets from 1871 in Paris. Photo brought youthful me much pleasure.

That's a hot hot photo. I like the way the posed the wreaths over the cocks.

 

[psycboy]

One of the very first photos I fell in love with was this one that I stumbled across in the early 2000s and it began my quest for more such photos ever since.