5 comments/ 32281 views/ 1 favorites Jeremy's Fall By: TheOrchid (Warning! Extreme literary licensing was taken in the writing of this story. This story is graphic and contains explicit adult content that may be unsuitable for some readers. This story involves necrophilia and if you are in anyway offended by such material, please do not read further.) He laid on the bed, the sound of his breathing filling the room. Rushing, panting breaths. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. His heart was pounding as if it would tear right through his chest and he refused to look to the left of his bed. He stared straight up. He lay with arms and legs extended nearly rigidly. His normally darker skin pale and touched with a light sheen of sweat despite the fact he had the air conditioning turned up full blast. He had done it. He had really done it. There was no going back. No one had been any the wiser when he had left the mortuary after closing it for the night. Traffic had been slow moving. He had sat in line certain that at any moment police lights would be in his rear view mirror. His excitement had become nearly a violent nausea. His fingers still creased with the ridges of the steering wheel. But he had done it. He was here. At home, in the sanctuary of his room. Quiet house. His parents gone for the weekend. "We trust you." How many times had he heard those words. How many parties had he had the moment they had driven out of sight. Not this time. No party this time. Just him alone with.... Him. Slowly he rolled his head to the right, dark brown eyes slowly moving across the ceiling, over the Nine Inch Nails posters decorating the wall, down until his gaze became riveted. Jeremy had taken such a slow careful hand in preparing him. He had been a beautiful boy in life and now he was just as beautiful in death. Jeremy was twenty three and this boy, he didn't want to think his name unless it would bring back the reality of what he was actually thinking of doing. What he had done. He had been twenty two, nearly twenty three. An aneurysm rupturing inside his brain had stopped the progress of his life just like a light being shut off. He was long, six foot three in life and well built. Muscular but not overly so. Just right. Broad shouldered, tapered waist. Long legs with heavy thighs and a plump muscled ass. Jeremy groaned a little. He had never gone this far. He had never looked at one this way before. Had never even considered what he had already done. In two days this guy would be lowered in his casket into an eternal rest. His family would stand and cry and mourn for their lost son, brother, boyfriend. His fingers curled into tight fists. He groaned. But for tonight, tonight he was here in his house, in his bedroom, looking for all the world as if in any moment his eyes would open. Dark blue eyes, he remembered. Black hair and blue eyes and a body...to die for. He laughed almost giddily. Fuck he was going to end up losing his mind. This was the act of someone who had completely lost their mind! Oh, but not yet. A little voice soothed him. He wouldn't be completely insane until he touched him. Slowly he rolled off the bed, hitting play on the stereo as he went down. The opening sounds of Trent Reznor singing Closer filling his bedroom. Loud. Pulsing. Drugging. He had wrapped him in a sheet and now the sheet lay spread out over the dark carpeting on his floor. The body. Shit, he thought. The body. Him. He was naked. Jeremy reached a finger out and touched the muscle of a broad shoulder. Wondering how it would have felt to feel it bunch and shift under his fingers. How it would have felt warm with life. Now. Now the skin was the shade of pale that only death gave. Cool. Almost like marble. A statue laid out before him, at his mercy. He had slaved with meticulous care over this one. Handled him from detail to detail on his own. Cleaned him with a reverence he had not shown another unless it were a small child. Children were the downside. The saddest of all. He shook the thought off. He couldn't think of any of that tonight. Tonight was...special. "Tonight, you're mine." He whispered and ran his fingertips over full lips, pinching the lower slightly and drawing it down to reveal even white teeth. He wiggled the tip through, opening the cavity of his mouth more until he felt the unmoving dryness of tongue. He shuddered violently at the faintly spongy feel of it. Images flooded him. Of this beautiful boy in life. In the throes of passion. Using that incredible mouth, thick hot tongue. Damp, flicking. Mouth pulling and suckling. He groaned again and reached with his other hand to slide fingers over the bulge of his cock, squeezing with a slow rush of breath. Sick. Sick. Sick.. His fingers slid from the mouth, over the squared chin, marveling over the perfection of this...body. He traced the lines of collarbones that were just a little more pronounced as the skin shrunk and begin to cling. Swept his whole hand over his chest, biting into his lip as he pinched a tiny pebbled nipple hard. Harder. No screams. No jerking in pain. No gasps. He squeezed until the tips of his fingers turned white and precum seeped from the tip of his cock to wet the inside of his boxers. He trailed his hand down the ridges of his stomach...followed the flat plane of his lower belly where a thin trail of dark hair stood out starkly on the death pale skin. He hesitated when his eyes fell to the body's cock. He had taken special care with it. Imbedded a tube right down the slit that now kept it perpetually rigid. Inflated to what would have been his most engorged length and width in life. Nine inches. Thick. A beautifully formed cock that Jeremy stared at now as if he had never seen another in his lifetime, felt his tongue slide slowly from his mouth to dampen his lips. His heart racing. He had to. He had to. He was in love with this beauty. This perfection that remained even in death. He touched the tip and felt his heart stop. Felt the sweat break out over his upper lip, bead against his own hairline. Trembling fingers brushed down the cold velvet softness of the body's cock made hard by him. As if the dead boy was turned on somewhere even in his death. Wanting Jeremy as much as Jeremy found himself becoming more and more...excited. He fumbled with his jeans and his sigh was loud and warm in the room as he pulled his own cock free. Stroked himself with a tight sure grip until he was nearly as long and nearly as thick as the dead boy had been and his fingers moved in an easy glide, slickened by his dribbling lust. He bent over the body, spread over him really, his knees on either side of narrow hips, warm skin touching cold. His hands above the dead boy's shoulders, splayed wide on the sheet as he bent forward. His own dark hair rushing forward, falling onto the body. Teasing. Unfelt. The only sound his breath coming in erratic jerks. "I'm going to kiss you." He whispered. "I'm going to love you." I'm going to fuck you like an animal. Trent Reznor echoing his thoughts in a crash of sound through the room. He kept his eyes open and it was slow motion that he bent closer and closer down. He could smell the scent of soap on the body. Could see the blue of his veins just beneath his flesh. Tomorrow he would be embalmed. All of it intoxicating. Wrong. Surreal. His mouth hovered over those cold bluish lips and he felt a ripple of orgasmic terror flood him. He was really going to do it. He was going to cross one of those lines in life that you were not even allowed to think much less..do. Cold. The room. The body. The pleasure that tore through him. All cold. He let his lips melt down onto the dead boy's. Watched those eyes that did not flutter in case, just in case, somehow in his deviance he called to something hellish and those eyes did tremble, did open. He did not move for long minutes as he became used to the feel of those cold firm lips unyielding beneath his own. Nothing. Nothing but the racing of his blood through constricted veins and the soft wooshing of his fist pumping up and down his own cock, his knuckles at times brushing the body's stiff jutting flesh. Soft moan from his lips over the dead boy's. He reached up and pried those lips open again, he slid is tongue out and warmed the flesh with his own damp heat. Traced the ridges of his teeth and reached in farther to touch that dry unmoving tongue and that is when all of his hesitance was gone. In a heartbeat. He had crossed the line. There was no going back. A growl of lust poured into the dead boy. He nibbled and sucked at those cold bluish lips. Bit and tugged and worked his way down. Buried the heat of his face into the boys cold throat, nuzzled and purred and chewed at him with soft grunts of mindless need. He bit softly down the front of his chest until he was at one of those small colorless nipples, flicked his tongue over the hard pebble of it. Opened his mouth wide and suckled. Tasting the soap he had used to clean him. Tasting the sterility of the environment he had been kept in. It only heightened the wrongness of what he did. He knelt up and put his hands on his thighs and rocked his hips until his cum dampened cock slid over the dead boy's. Let his head fall back as he battered it with soft thrusting passes. He reached beside his bed and uncapped the bottle of KY he kept underneath for "dates". Squirted it without thought onto his fingertips and reached behind himself, sank his fingers between the cheeks of his ass and rubbed at the clutching rhythmic dance of his hole. He was beyond depravity. He only wanted. He froze as he worked in the first finger, not that it hurt anymore. It just felt that good as his cock slid across the cold of the boys. He fucked himself with two fingers for a long while, stroking his cock with his free hand as he stared down at the bite marks on the body. At the glistening of his own saliva left behind on tiny nipple. "You are so beautiful in my desire" He leaned down, letting his fingers slide free from his ass and he opened his mouth just as it brushed over the cock he had made hard by design. How many girls had this beautiful cock plunged into. How many tight asses had he used. He growled picturing the boy in life, his big hands wrapped around pretty hips, slamming into flesh. Pink. Supple. Warm. Had he ever taken a man, he wondered. He had seen his girlfriend. Even in hysteria she was the epitome of what straight men dream of. What would she have thought right now, he wondered. He sucked the dead boy's cock like a well oiled machine. Timed it to each heavy beat of the music surrounding him. His glance cut to the posters of Trent Reznor lining the walls and he nearly came right then without even touching. He worked the cock with his lips and tongue as if he would force the body to orgasm. He warmed the flesh with the inside of his mouth. He cupped the frozen balls and ducked his head down to suck there too. He bit the insides of still thighs and when he sat up, his eyes were dilated blackness. Lust made him hot in the frigid room. He coated the dead boy's cock with the ky. Stroked it with loving slowness down, all over it. "One last fuck before you go, beautiful" He had to turn facing away from the boys face to find the right leverage, but it was blistered into his mind now, he did not breath as he crouched down and spread his ass cheeks open. Gasped savage as he felt the cool jelly covered nudge of unbending cock at his hole. Sick. Sick. Sick. "Fuuuuuuuuck me" He worked himself down. His excitement. The well oiled piece of cold flesh made it easy. He spread around it like going down on a dildo. Hard. Cold. The feeling close enough to real, but somehow no longer real enough. He sank all the way down on the dead boy until he was filled. Penetrated. He wrapped his fingers back around his own cock and pumped until it matched the frenzy of up and down motion he was making over the dead boys cock. "Oohhhh that's right beautiful, fuuuuuuuuck me." "You're so hard. So big. Godddddddd" He cried out over the music. Jamming himself down on the cock. His ass opening greedily for it. His cock straining in the grip of his fist. He palmed the head. Rubbed his thumb through the slit like a saw, shuddered and felt his ass spasm inside around the dead boy. You get me closer to God. "Fuuuuuuuck yea, give it to meeeeeeee.......... Goddddd.." He stared at Trent Reznor staring back at him from a poster. Imagined him there in the room. Singing just to him. Urging him on. He reached for the boys hand and drew it up to his hip. Ice on burning skin. He slid the hand all over him, anywhere he could reached and imagined it was the boy caressing him. Almost doubling over when he would drop his ass down full over the unforgiving hardness of that cock. Feeling it gut him. Digging up deep into bowels. Rubbing over his sweet spot as if it knew. "No!" He pulled himself off, on hands and knees panting. His ass throbbing inside. Contracting. His dick trickling cum from the slit down to the sheet. "You are a tease, you almost had me. But you know what I really want." He took his time. He was gentle rolling the dead boy over. He moved his arms until they were curved up around his head. Turned his head so his face was to the door, the posters. Bent one of those long muscular legs up high until it spread those tight dead pale cheeks. He looked..comfortable. "Mmmm, you want it. You know you want it Look at you. Practically inviting me." He covered his hand in the ky and oh so slowly, worked a finger into that tight tight hole. Pushed his finger in deeper and deeper as if he would push all the way inside the body and crawl out the other end. He withdrew and fit the end of the ky tube in. Filled the emptiness with the clear gel until it begin to seep back out. No rigor. The initial had passed for now but by morning he would be frozen in his death. But not tonight. Tonight he would give. He knelt down in-between his legs, holding the aching jut of his cock, head bent watching. Watching his debasement take place. His horror. His lust unchained. He bit into his lower lip and pressed into the wetted hole, growled low and animal as the tightness fraction by fraction was forced open to surround him. He dropped both hands down on each side of the boy's ribs. His biceps trembled with strain, sweat dripping down to the graying body. "Givvvvvve... it... to me" He sank. Drove in. Buried himself into cold tight cavity. His mind reeled. He shuddered so harshly it threw his head back and unleashed a howl over the vibrating music. "Yeaaaaaaaaaa" He fucked. His fingers curled into the sheet, into the floor, he used the leverage of his knees and the weight of his body and he plowed through the resisting clench of the dead boys muscles. Opened him. Savaged him. Hit so deep that each bottoming out tore a near scream from his throat. He lowered his head and his teeth sank into cold flesh. He shook his head like a dog with a chew toy and felt the tightening of his ass as he rammed his cock deeper. Banged into the dead boy with a viciousness that betrayed the slip of his mind in that moment. And yet the dead boy never moved. Took it all. Lay there in his comfortable pose and bore the unthinkable act of his lover. "Going to fucking fill you up. Fill you up with me" He felt the tingle in his toes. Never before had he felt it happen like this. Orgasm tore through him like a locomotive. Blood roared through his ears. His teeth tore through dead flesh and his hips pummeled against the dead boy's ass. It became hard to move those moments just before he shoved himself deep inside the cold grip and froze. Howling wail tearing out of burning lungs just as his cock erupted. Spewing burning heat into ice cold tunnel. He lay over the cold dead body, covering unmoving hands with his, laying his cheek to the dead boy's cheek and he came into him. Rutted and growled until his body slowed reluctantly and then he fucked him like a lover. Slow and gently as his body calmed. Turned his face to nuzzle at cool hair and even cooler skin. Skin that now showed its veins like a roadmap of recent life. He lay heavy on him, panting. "You did so good. You did so good" He crooned into his silent loves ear. Withdrew and rose, walking into his bathroom. Cleaning himself without slow casual ease. Warm water washing away the feel of cold gel, cooling cum and dead body. He moved back into his room with a warm cloth and just as gently begin to clean the boy. Knowing when his funeral came two days from now, he would shed his own tears for his silent lover. Jeremy's Fall Part 2 For Jeremy the days after "him" moved like honey through water. Drifting slow, spreading, encompassing him but not quite merging him into the passing season. Every day at work, he waited with nearly robotic patience. Watching each one that came in. Too young, too old. Too torn up, too burned up. They had to be...perfect. He took more care in each of 'his people' now. Having had that night with him, he took greater appreciation for the beauty that remained in each of his people after death. Women, men, children. He bathed them all with slow graceful circles and strokes. He performed the necessary's with their dignity in mind. Nails were manicured, toes given pedicures, hair trimmed, shaped. Make up applied with realistic intentions. Sometimes though, Jeremy longed for bits and pieces of this one or that one. A woman's left breast had been spared in a car accident while the rest of her had come in nearly completely mangled and so he spent an hour brushing his knuckles against the perfect outer curve of cold marbled flesh. His fingertips grazed the permanently puckered nipple and he awed over the sweet pale pink shade of it. How he agonized a silent war within himself not to lean over and close the warmth and wet of his mouth over that breast. He longed to suckle hard and deep and sink his teeth in, feel the moment when skin gave away and split to the force of his bite. A girls lips. She was eighteen. Her mouth parted in death in such a way she seemed to invite his mouth down to hers for a kiss. He had traced its shape for the longest time, marveling over the babysoft texture and spent half an hour lining and coloring those lips to a perfect coral for her burial service. Her eyes had been hazel with a perfect ring of gold around the iris and a part of him had wanted to lick his tongue against one. She had died after a brutal assault, her body knifed to ribbons, a slash tearing from the corner of her eye all the way down to the elegant curve of her throat. He had labored with painful care over the tiny stitches that had sewn tender skin back together, something not usually done, most going to their grave with glue that tacked the flesh together. But not for her. He had consulted a professional make up artist on how best to minimize the savage tearing of youthful flesh and spent two hours blending and smoothing until he had sat mesmerized. Oh and just this morning, a man. Nearly perfect. Men seemed to somehow suffer less damage than the women. It seemed even in death women remained more fragile. More delicate. This man had only been thirty-five years old. A cowboy thrown during a rodeo and trampled beneath the mad hooves of a deranged bull before his body had been recovered and dragged free. Massive bruising covered his chest and legs and though he seemed...perfect...his body inside was mush, bones and organs split apart like a child's toy. Carelessly used and then discarded. But Jeremy had awed over his face, the faint bristling of two day old beard, full lips, dark eyes that stared back into his own without wavering. He had been tall and rangy, slender but finely muscled and was not at all disappointing size wise. Jeremy imagined someone would be mourning that bit of pleasure for a long while to come, but there was no pleasure in dragging around a body that was minced meat inside. He had contented himself with merely touching with slow feathered strokes here and there. Asking him how he liked it and answering for him. Laughing at the intimacies they shared at a time...like this. Jeremy's Fall It became a twisted pleasure to tie them off, plunge the needles into plumped veins to begin the exchange of blood for fluid. He took painstaking effort in choosing just the right fluid for the body. Appearance for Jeremy, was everything. He glowed when the families began to really comment and awe over how life like "they" appeared. Business began to pick up as families and friends spread the word about how much care and kindness and respect was given to the dearly departed and with the influx of new business, came new potential. So it was late into the afternoon when he received notice of two bodies being brought over from the county hospital. Drowning victims. A male and a female. He was prepared for them, wondering if it had been a boating accident or involved drinking. Many drownings were alcohol related and even though he was somewhat young himself, Jeremy had already developed a deeper respect for those things which could end his life. Death, however, did not scare him. He knew it too intimately now to be frightened of it. Sometimes, though, sometimes you could see the fear of death stamped on their features. Horror, regret, surprise, disappointment and every now and then understanding, acceptance. When his people arrived, Jeremy helped to unload their bodies into the chill of the holding room. He was anxious to see them, to know them. So fresh. He could feel his heart racing and the drying of his mouth in anticipation. Just maybe one of them would be right. He signed off on papers and wondered in the agonizing ten minutes he was required to stand around trading tasteless jokes with the drivers if he would ever get near them. Alone. Soon enough though, he was waving the guys from County off and turning back into the funeral home. Locking the door. Now nothing stood between him or his people. Now when he took his time in getting the preparation work set up, it was because he could. He took his time because the torture of not seeing them just yet and not knowing was absolute bliss. He felt himself hardening and brushed up against the edge of their tables intentionally, groaned low as the cool metal seeped through his slacks to tease the thick bulge of his eager desire. His sickness. He shook off the thought. He could not allow himself to acknowledge what was happening to him. He could not face that the thoughts of moral dilemma that accompanied acknowledging the truth of his actions. Grieving families should only be expected to face so much. That is why he had been so careful with him. No marks visible to their eye. But beneath the dark navy fibre's of his eternal resting suit, Jeremy knew those marks lingered. His passion. Their passion. He turned and slid each hand into a powdered latex glove. A requirement. Though when he touched his people intimately, the latex was peeled off and that in itself became an exercise of exquisite delay. He doubted many others took as much pleasure in their works as he did. Jeremy never fully lived, unless he was here. With them. He finally stood before the longer of the two bodies and with bated breath grasped the zipper and began leading it down and around. Denying himself even a glimpse of the boy until the bag was completely opened, he carefully folded it back and gasped. He could have been sleeping. Tanned healthy skin only just beginning to show the graying of death. Dark hair dipped over his forehead just brushed an eyebrow, his eyes parted open were bright startling blue. His face square cut, clean of hair, lips full but not to full for his face. A tall boy he'd been just hours ago in life. Six three. Lean with an athlete's underlying muscle. No identifying scars that he could make out. Nothing broken. Nothing cut save for the jagged lines where the body had been opened for the autopsy required of drowning victims. Just the faint hint of a tan where the noon day sun had warmed his skin just above swimming trunks. Oh and he was beautiful there too. Smooth. Shaven or waxed, but completely hairless. Cut. A nice size. Jeremy slid a hand down to palm the bulge that now throbbed violently inside his slacks. Perfect. He was perfect. He dared not touch him, yet. There was still the girl and he didn't want to leave her alone inside the unforgiving dark of the body bag. Death came without grace most days and too soon she would be locked inside the dark for an eternity. He walked around the edge of the boy's table until he stood in between both, glancing back to those half opened eyes that gleamed like sapphires beneath the direct light above. "I'll take good care of her." He promised. He repeated the same slow measured opening of her bag, folding it even more slowly open and had to bite his lip to keep from gasping aloud. She was beautiful. As beautiful in the newness of her death as she had been posing for pictures on the boat hours earlier. She was long legged, sleek with a graceful little belly that barely swelled above the identically smooth shaven folds of her sex. Her breasts were neither small, nor large but sat upon her chest perfectly. Waiting for hands to mold to them. Pale, so pale she was. Just the hint of a rosy burn on her shoulders and a hint of peach blush on cheeks. A face he held himself back from noticing fully just yet. His gaze fell upon the necklace she wore that someone had kindly fixed so that it lay centered on her chest, her sweet body marred only by the identical lines of the autopsy cuts. The boy's class ring dangling from a fine silver chain. Class of 2002. Too big for her fingers. Long slender fingers that were tipped in pale pink nails. One broken on the middle finger of her right hand. Two on her left. Had she struggled against her death? He kept his hands from her, though longed to trace the shapes of her body. To fix the wild mass of her hair. Deep red, the kind of red women ran to the store to buy, but that he was betting was hers by nature. Her eyebrows and lashes just a few shades darker. Mink. Her own eyes were wide open and just as lovely as the boy's. Curiously colored shades of grey touched with a hint of gold around the rim. Her lips lush, plump. He sighed. His patience had been rewarded. He turned half way and with each hand, extended his arms and splayed his fingers wide on their belly's. Perfect. Love blossomed within his heart. His people were perfect. Part Three. - Jeremy's Fall He knew their names. Knowing their names only made them that much his. Shannon and Kyle. Shannon of the Irish name and Irish coloring and Kyle the all American boy. His fingertips moved slowly over the incisions where the autopsy had lain them open, now only tacked together he would have to take care of them as they now already were beginning to...leak. He rubbed the fine smear of their blood against his fingertips. It was deep dark red, nearly black. Dead blood. Tomorrow they'd be embalmed and they would be that much farther away from him. How he wished he had been there, to find them. To have enjoyed them in their first hour of death. To love them through the dying and take each last breath from their lips. To watch the dawning and the falling of understanding conscious from their eyes. How he longed for that. He turned with a sigh to the boy and leaned over him, so close that his breath brushed still lips as his fingertips explored the handsome features. Cool, unmoving flesh. He nearly laid his lips atop his but hesitated, turning to her. Doing the same to the red haired girl, exploring her face with fingertips. So lovely. So smooth and graceful had her beauty been. Genetics that had gifted her with a face that people would sigh over. Cry over. Yet time ever the fickle lover, time had jealously called her back to somewhere where light and dark intermingle and beauty is possibility yet unknown. He did lay his mouth to hers and sighed against the pillowed softness, nibbled and tugged so gently with his teeth as the exploring hand swept down the curve of her throat. Closing around the fragility, wondering what it would have been like to be the cause of that last..gasp. Down further until he cupped the perfect weight of her right breast, caressing the nipple with his thumb. He begin to lose focus of what came next, what order he had already decided things should be done. His tongue swept over her lips and worked through the soft gasping part of them to find hers. Played with the tip, flickering back and forth with his own, his hand trailing further, skimming past incisions to stay along smooth unmarred flesh over that deliciously plump bare mound to explore further, fingering the small nub of her clit as a groan spilled into her breathless mouth, sliding further down to sink his middle finger into the depths of her, jamming it up deep into tight unyielding walls before tearing himself back with a gasp, panting in deep near violent bursts of breath. He spun to the boy, his fingertips still smeared with the leaking incisions. He dried them against the boys leg and leaned to take soft deep bites of his thigh. "Oh you would have loved this, wouldn't you? Loved to see me love her. Loved to feel me using you. I know you would have my love. I know you would have." He lifted his arm and bit the tender skin at the bend of the elbow upward. Leaving behind perfect sets of teeth marks that didn't quite break the skin. He hovered over his mouth again. Dizzied. Long moments passing until he forced himself to rise and move away from them. Missing them the moment they were out of reach, but knowing he must follow the plan. The phone ringing startled him and it was with a shaking hand that he lifted the receiver from the wall mounted phone. "Roseland Funeral Parlor, Jeremy Kind." He sounded normal for the most part. There was only a somewhat deeper pitch to his voice. A voice that always bordered on the softer side of masculine. "Jeremy, it's Adam, did you get the two drowning kids in?" Adam Billings was the owner of Roseland and of course the senior funeral director. "Yes Sir, they just arrived. I'm cleared for the rest of this afternoon so I am going to clean them up now. They were sent over tacky, already leaking." "Sons of bitches, you would think just once they could clean up the mess they make over there just once. Alright. I'm heading over to Washington Street for that three p.m. viewing. If you have any trouble, give me a page. Otherwise I'll see you there in the morning." "Yes Sir, I think I should be fine. See you in the morning, Sir." "Good work then Jeremy, you're a good reliable boy. See you tomorrow then." "Thank you, Sir. Bye." He hung up the phone carefully and slumped for a moment against the wall. His violently pounding heart slowly returning to a normal rhythm. He must learn to be cautious. He must control the wild tremors of his body and his voice. He was a good reliable boy. No one would ever suspect. He only had to remain..calm. He pushed from sagging against the wall to return to the huge silver sinks to the east side of the room. He gathered big pans of hot and cool water, cloths, gloves and his staple gun with four packs of staples for each of his people. A gown and goggles and a mask. Methodically collecting and putting each onto a trolley save the gown and mask and the goggles which he put upon himself. He took deep breaths of the sterile scented air and pushed the trolley slowly across the cool tiled floor until it was stopped to the left of the boy. His gaze, dark and unblinking, roamed over his boy with slow assessing coolness. For now it was business, but he kept always in his mind now, their vanity. Their dignity. He drew his gloves on, sliding and twining his fingers together to assure a good fit of the pale yellow latex over his hands, tore open a packet of staples and loaded the gun. No sounds in the room broke the silence but his own muffled breathing, though usually he kept a radio playing on a local alternative radio station. He smiled behind the mask, remembered Trent Reznor staring down upon him from the posters in his room as he made love with him. He felt himself swelling and slid a gloved hand down, palming the ridge of tucked away hardness, shifting to allow comfort as the familiar tingle bloomed. He could hardly wait. He closed the autopsy incisions as quickly and precisely as he could. He never enjoyed the posted bodies, but now that it was his very own people, his loves, he detested it even more. To be so violated. So disgraced. Left that way most of the time for the ride over to the funeral parlor. His jaw ticked with anger as he ran his fingertip down the neat line of staples on the boys chest, managing to use all four packets of staples before he was through and peeling away the blood and fluid tainted gloves before pulling on a new pair. Washing him would be a pleasure. A delicious treat. He was so beautiful. So well made. He dipped a cloth into the hot sudsy water and swirled it over the boys belly. Imagined if he were alive, the way it would cave in from the unexpected heat of it. He covered his arms and legs, chest and face, washing with care, cleaned his feet which were still muddy from the lake. He picked out tiny bits of algae and debris from dark hair and with a deep breath taken in and held, moved to the task of washing his cock. He gripped him gently, sliding the soapy cloth up and down and for a moment became suspended. Imagining later when he would thread the small tube and create a hardness that would last..forever. He cleaned him slowly, deliberate in spreading open the small slit on the crown to wipe it absolutely free of any debris. Slid his hand down and cupped his sac, rolling it gently in his palm as soapy water covered him. His own cock was hard as brick, straining tautly against the confines of his tan slacks. He drew one the boys hands down from the table and held it cupped over himself. "Rubbbb me." He whispered to him. Arched himself into the cold palm he held tight and rocked on his feet. Heel to toe. Heel to toe. Bit his lip to keep from gasping out in a guttural moan, feeling himself drip precum from the tip until it dampened his boxers. He curled his fingers tighter to the hand, forcing unfeeling fingertips to curl behind his sac and began to hump against the hand with a faster near violent motion that banged the back of his own hand covering the boys into the side of the metal table. When he could hold off no longer, he dropped his lovers hand for a split second to jerk down the zipper of his pants, worked his cock free and pumped it with his right, retaking the boys hand in his left and smearing the cool palm with clear warm glycerin as he stroked against it. He was up on his tip toes and half laid over the boy when he came. Jerking off into his palm as pleasure rolled up from his toes through his sac to gush out of the engorged head of himself. Drops of white splattered from their hands down to the tiled floor. He stayed like that, half bent over the boy, for long moments; breath coming in hard waves. "Yea oh fuck. Oh fuck. You were so good. So good. I'm going to be soooo good to you later." He promised on a growl of breath, lifting their hands to lap and suckle his spend from both sets of fingers, licked like a puppy might at some offered treat that came only rarely. And then he returned to business. Jeremy's Fantasy Jeremy and I had been dating for several months now and we had a stable and loving relationship as well as a vigorous sex life. We were pretty open to try new things in that department and considered ourselves open-minded individuals. Jeremy had recently talked to me about a fantasy that he had. Like most guys, Jeremy wanted to have a threesome. This would involve him, another woman, and myself who's yet to be decided. Jeremy had been eager to talk to me about it, because he knew how I felt about being with another woman. He and I had a great time watching two women playing with each other in a porn video. Jeremy decided to approach this in a unique way. Although the idea of watching two women together was exciting for him, he would find it just as arousing, if not more to have all of the concentration focused on him. One night we were talking and Jeremy asked me once again to think about what he had told me. Before I could reply, Jeremy told me that I didn't have to do anything with the other woman. I didn't agree to his request but told him that I would consider it. Although he would have wanted me to say of course right away, he understood that I needed to think seriously about it. I went to visit my best friend Donna during the week. Donna and I had been friends since the summer of 97. We talked about everything together and had no secrets. I told her about Jeremy request and how I was perplexed as to what I should do. Donna knew how much we loved each other and that his demand was purely sexual. There would be no feelings implicated here, just sex. Even though I did not ask Donna to participate, I knew that she would do what ever she could in order to assist. I also knew that Donna found Jeremy to be very good-looking and that she had been attracted to him for quite some time. I felt that if there were anyone I could trust with my man, it would be her. I could see that she was very occupied thinking about this and knew what was imminent. Before I could even ask, she said yes. She wanted to make it clear however that this would be a one-time deal only. Once the choice was made, both of us were anxious and excited to begin this adventure. Donna and I went to the mall the next day. We started off at Victoria's Secret and picked out something hot and sexy. Donna picked out a matching bra and thong set. It was a dark wine color and was covered in lace. The bra unclasped in the front and the panties were a thong type. I was identical except in a green color that matched my eyes. We both then proceeded to Express and each picked out a sexy new outfit. I bought a short mini skirt that fit tight to show all of my curves. The matching shirt I bought was white and made of a sheer material and was v-cut in the front and back. It showed a lot of cleavage. The bra I bought was perfect for this top. It was thin, sheer and non-padded and even made my 36 C chest appear larger then what it already was. You could see my nipples protrude through the shirt and bra. I bought ankle length shoes so that it gave the outfit a schoolgirl look, which Jeremy loved. Donna bought a 2-piece outfit in black. The skirt was a short skirt and the top was low-cut that zipped down the front. Both of us had black thigh-hi laced stockings and high-heeled shoes to match our new outfits. Donna and I decided that we would not tell Jeremy about our decision and would surprise him instead. I told her that Jeremy and I would be at the dance club on Friday night and for her to meet us there. She agreed to that and when I left to go to the bathroom, Donna would make her appearance. The plan was now in place. Well Friday night came fast and Jeremy and I arrived at the club shortly after 9:00 PM. We had already been dancing quite a bit and very intimate together. Our movements were very sexual and erotic. I kept telling Jeremy how hot I thought he looked tonight and how I couldn't wait till I had him at home. I noticed Donna enter the club and that's when I told Jeremy that I wanted to get some air and would be right back. Donna seeing her signal walked up behind Jeremy at the table and kissed the side of his face. He thought that I had returned already. When he turned around and noticed that it was Donna, he didn't exactly know what to say; he was so shocked. Donna walked around to the front of him and sat down on his lap. She danced on him and was thrilled to feel him becoming hard against her thighs. Donna leaned inward and kissed Jeremy on the cheek, making sure her body was hard-pressed against him. Just then, I walked back into the room. Jeremy didn't know what to do or say. I walked up to Donna and kissed her on the cheek. "Glad you could come, Donna." Jeremy again was left speechless and didn't know what to say or do. Just then Donna asked him if he wanted to dance. Jeremy looked over at me to make sure that it was all right with me. I told him to go ahead. The sound of the music was stimulating. It was not too fast or slow but just right. It allowed you to hold your partner but still move around as well. Donna was a great dancer and seductively rubbed herself against his package. Her hands were all over him. She acted as if she and Jeremy were the only ones on the dance floor. I sat there for a while just watching them dance together. It was almost like watching them have sex; however, they were still clothed. I was surprised at how turned on I was by just watching them. I could feel the moistness beginning between my legs beginning to increase. I went and joined them on the dance floor. Donna was behind Jeremy and I in the front. He was caught between us. I pressed myself up against him and started to kiss him passionately. He asked me what was going on but I silenced him with my fingers. Relax and have fun was all I told him. I could see how much Jeremy was enjoying this. It was apparent by the look in his eyes and the obvious swelling in his pants. All three of us were totally unaware of the stares that we were getting from the rest of the people in the club. The song finished and we returned to our seats. Donna and I got up and excused ourselves as we got up for a minute to go to the ladies room. Jeremy was left there to mull over his situation. In the bathroom, we talked about how things were going and both admitted to being extremely turned on by the circumstances. We both looked at each other and the only words we spoke were..."I'm ready if you are." We smiled at each other and returned to locate Jeremy. "Let's get out of here," I said. We left the club with each of Jeremy arms around each of our waists. Donna and I had our hands on the muscular cheeks of his ass, delicately squeezing of course. We proceeded to my truck. It had already been decided that Donna would be the designated driver for the night. Jeremy sat between us. It was a brief ride back to the apartment; however, both of us did not waste any time to place our small, delicate hands on his massive thighs. I slowly inched my way up to the front of his pants and aggressively grabbed his already swollen cock. Once at the apartment, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. Donna and I took turns undressing and kissing Jeremy overpoweringly. I removed his shirt and gently placed hot, wet kisses where each button laid against his flesh. Once the shirt was removed, I began to kiss and lick his left nipple and Donna licked the one on the right. We each started to remove his pants. I kissed his cock through the thin, translucent fabric of his underwear, which had a huge bulge in it. We each took turns teasing him. Once his pants were removed, we once again began to play with his stiff rod. While both of us were stroking and squeezing him, Donna began to lick and suck on his balls. I took the head of his 8inch cock into my mouth and started to lick around the tip. From the screams and moaning that were coming from Jeremy, it was evident how much he was enjoying this. This was all the torture he could take and he came in my mouth. I made sure to take it all, not wanting to miss a single drop. The girls then decided that it was their turn to get undressed and this would give Jeremy an opportunity to regain some composure. Jeremy sat down on the sofa and was surprised to see that there was still life in his cock and began to slowly began to masturbate as he watched us both undress. Donna reached for the edge of my skirt and caressed my thighs. As she did so, she instructed me to lift my arms and removed my skirt for me. She made sure that her hands touched my body as they lifted the dress. I then stood there in only my lingerie. I then reached for the zipper on Donnas' vest and slowly began to unzip it. While doing so I made sure that my hands brushed against Donna's breasts. I removed the vest and then undid her skirt and now both Donna and I stood there in only our undergarments. We then leaned closer to each other and kissed, to Jeremy complete amazement and surprise. He could see our tongues touching. It was such a turn on for him to watch. As he watched us kiss, his cock once again became hard as a rock and he continued to stroke it. We then began to timidly explore each other's bodies. My hand had returned to Donna's breasts and began to massage them. Donna caressed mine as well. I then undid the front clasp of the bra exposing Donna's breasts. My nipples were already hard and she took one in between her fingers. She then bent over to kiss the nipple. It felt odd to have it in her mouth but at the same time very exciting. She began to gently suck on the nipple. Moving back and forth from one breast to the other. The noises coming from Donna were evidence enough for me as to how much she was enjoying it. She then undid my bra exposing my full ample chest. Donna was very eager to taste them and began to suck on the nipples, moving from one to the other. I loved the feel of her tongue against them. Jeremy just sat there in total shock and disbelief. This was more erotic then any fantasy he had ever dreamed of and his fantasy was becoming a reality. It was turning him on more then he could believe especially since he knew how much I was into this in the first place. As Donna was busy suckling on my nipples, I became a bit more aggressive and reached down to touch the front of her panties. I could feel the wetness through the thin fabric. I did not reach inside of the panties but kept massaging her throbbing, wet, pussy. I continued rubbing my finger vigorously over her clit. Jeremy could not endure any more of this and wanted to get in on the act. He told the both us to come and join him in the bedroom. Once there, he reached down to caress our pussies and was pleased to see how soaking wet they were. He wanted to taste our sweet juice. He had Donna lay down on the bed flat on her back and legs spread apart. He then moved in between her thighs to lick her pussy. His tongue rotating around her clit and diving into her hot hole. Jeremy had placed himself in such a way that he was on all fours. I lay down underneath him and took his cock into my mouth and began to suck on it. There was so much pre-cum around the head of it that I couldn't help but lick it. I just loved the taste of him. In this position it was also possible for Donna to touch me as well. We were pretty much in a triangular shape, all of us being able to touch and please each other. Donna's fingers touched my clit, which was so hard and swollen. The touch of Donna's finger sent tiny orgasms through my body. She then took her index finger and slid it into my hot, swollen pussy. It felt so wet and tight against her finger. She then slipped a second one and then a third and began to finger fuck me. Jeremy continued to eat Donna's pussy. He could feel her raising her hips to meet each shove of his long, wet, tongue. He was also enjoying the blow- job that he was getting from me as I was teasing him like I never had before. Jeremy could hear and feel Donna beginning to climax as he continued to lick and tongue fuck her. At the same time he heard me cum with the touch of her fingers. This was not the end for Jeremy though as he desperately wanted to fuck the pussy he had just eaten and he lay down on his back. He told Donna to sit on his hard cock. Jeremy was bigger and thicker then most men she had been with and she loved the 'full' feeling she was getting with his cock buried deep inside of her. She could feel each thrust of his hips as he fucked her and his cock slid in and out of her cum soaked pussy. She kept riding him, up and down, in and out, faster and harder. I at this point I went and sat on Jeremy face and had him go down on my pussy. He was very good at this and tonight was no exception. As Jeremy was fucking Donna and eating my pussy, we both moved in closer and shared another fiery kiss. All of us were glad with the decision they had made to go through with this. Donna and I felt our bodies approaching another orgasm. Jeremy was amazed that he has lasted this long but he wanted to make sure that both of us enjoyed ourselves. Both of us came again. Our screams became even louder then the first time. Jeremy body was beginning to ache with the need for his own fulfillment. He began to kiss me and told me how much he wanted to fuck me. Donna at this point was lying on her back with her legs spread apart. She was rubbing her clit and pussy as she was lying there. I got on my hands and knees and climbed above Donna and began to kiss her inner thighs and then moved towards her pussy. At first I just kissed her swollen lips, amazed at the taste and wetness. I then got more aggressive and allowed my tongue to skim over her clit. The minute my tongue touched Donna's clit, I knew that I had Donna under my spell. Since I knew just how and where she enjoyed being touched and kissed, I made sure that Donna was experiencing the same thing. As I was eating Donna's pussy, she began to kiss and lick mine as well. The sensations that we were both experiencing were so intense, so erotic. Seeing both of us together like this was so exciting for Jeremy. I was in the perfect position for Jeremy to fuck me on all fours. He climbed up behind me and took his cock and guided it to my waiting pussy. In one quick motion, Jeremy was deep inside of me. I continued to kiss and lick Donna's pussy. Donna at the same time continued to eat me out and I continued to lick her clit. She was also sucking on Jeremy balls and would run her tongue against the shaft of his cock. As he pulled back, she would lick his cock and as he was deep inside of me, Donna would lick my clit. This continued for several minutes till neither of us could take it any more. Donna began to cum and so did I. Jeremy hearing and seeing this pulled his cock out and continued to play with himself till he came all over my back and my ass. All three of us then collapsed together on the bed totally exhausted none of us able to speak. Soon after, we all drifted off to sleep. All of them somewhat in shock over what had just happened. It was like a dream. All of a sudden I jumped up in bed. I was awakened by the sound of the alarm clock. 7:00 A.M. already? I looked around and only saw Jeremy in bed beside me. Donna was nowhere to be found. I leaned over to wake Jeremy. "You know what you asked me the other day sweetie? My answer was YES!"