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HUNTER GETS SUFFOCATED part 2
« on: December 16, 2014, 12:55:17 AM »
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Re: HUNTER GETS SUFFOCATED part 2
« Reply #1 on: January 09, 2015, 04:35:21 PM »
Yes, that is the question isn't it! Once you are finished with them, What you do with them afterward? What does your imagination suggest…?
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Re: HUNTER GETS SUFFOCATED part 2
« Reply #2 on: January 10, 2015, 04:55:34 PM »
Indeed... something I'll fantasize about now and then. For me, the body needs to be warm and his cock still semi-hard... maybe resting in the puddle of cum he shot all over his bare belly or his black leather jacket. I'd lift one of his arms off the ground and then release it just in order to see it drop limply back down with a soft-sounding, "plop." Such a simple thing and yet so erotic. Let's do that again... and again. The obvious becomes so profound. He's dead... of course he's going to let you manipulate his body in any way you please. But yet... it gives you an odd tingling sensation. He's not resisting you in any way, but at the same time, he's not trying to make your job any easier. You decide to roll the fucker over so that you can get a better look at the wide-eyed expression on his face or maybe check out the way the skin-tight leather Levi's he's wearing accentuate the curvature of his tight little butt. So, you push on his ribcage only to find that he's so limp that the rest of his body doesn't want to roll. You find that you have to lift up as you roll him or maybe grab a shoulder with one hand and his hip with the other and do it that way. Yeah, now you're wondering just what other things you might do together. He's turning out to be a pretty good playmate once you know what kind of games he's best at. Still, you keep being reminded of the old saying about lifting a dead weight. They're so much heavier than one that's alive and cooperating to some degree. You realize, too, that you never learned the name of this sexy nineteen year-old and start referring to him as "Kid." After all, when you whisper things into his ear, you want to make it as personal as you can. "Let's see if we can get ya up onto yer knees, kid." It's almost funny when you discover that it's possible to  get an incredible hard-on while laughing at the same time. You lift one part of his body and the rest of it wants to remain on the ground. At this point he's lying on his back, staring up at you with that same expression on his face. He seems to be asking you something... "Well, here I am, whatcha gonna do with me now?" Damn, your cock is getting even stiffer. You position yourself so that your knees straddle his prone body. You lean forward and get both your hands under his armpits. You lift. His shoulders rise slightly as his neck bends backwards and his head wants to remain where it was. Now you're seeing his face from a slightly different angle. "Oh fuck... did I make 'um do that?" you ask yourself. With his head now tilting backwards, you see that his eyes have rolled up into their sockets. Damn. But you keep working. With each jerk under his armpits, you're able to get your arms under them up to your elbows. His head is now well off the ground and tilting back as far as possible. Sure, you know he's dead, but he hasn't been dead that long. The lifting causes a small amount of air to be forced out of his lungs, producing an almost obscene-sounding gurgling noise. Keeping your arms where they are, you slide your left one up so that it's supporting his back in the middle, right between his shoulder blades. With your right hand, you reach down and cup a hand under his firm, little butt. Yeah, you once heard that the brain stem is the last part of the brain to die and now you know it's true because as your fingers dig into his butt-crack and you hear his leather Levi's squeaking in protest, you feel it pinch together for an instant as if it was sensing danger and wanted to protect him against any further exploration. Then, you lift enough to position your plaything on his knees. Sure, you need to keep supporting him in that position, but it becomes easier. You lift his head back into a more upright position, but find that it still wants to flop around, so you let his chin rest on your shoulder with his cheek pressing against your own. Ah, that's better. You hug the fucker tightly. You discover that by rapidly and forcefully squeezing his diaphragm against your chest, that you can force him to make that same guttural sound that he made earlier. Damn... it feels so good hugging the kid. The thick cum-load he shot all over is belly is now drying somewhat and you can feel the stickiness as your abdominal muscles press against the obscene mess. The spunky odor is intense. You relax your legs enough to find that you can lean back somewhat and remain in the kneeling position. Yeah, that's much better since your kill is now leaning on you more and it takes less muscle power to keep him on his knees. Wow, now you can snug up even tighter and are able to get his left thigh pressing up against your crotch. Not only that, but with just a little more shifting, you now have the upper part of his left leg in a partial scissor-lock. More squeaking of leather as you squeeze his leg as tight as you can. Oh fuck... you can feel the pleasant pressure against your stiff cock and nuts. Your breathing is shallow and rapid as you lick at the smooth skin of his neck. You know that you'll have to jerk off soon, but immediately realize that it won't be necessary. For a split second, your mind flashes back to the days of your first wet dreams. You think that you're going to piss, but no, this is different. There's a weightless sensation in the pit of your stomach and your abdominal muscles contract. This has never happened to you while awake. No hand-action needed. You maintain a firm pinch on your kill's leg and feel your nuts start pumping out squirt after squirt of your thick cum-load. Best of all, the slow build-up is followed by an equally long peak. Oh yeah... it's not quite the same as when you jack off, is it? Rather that a few frenzied squirts of pleasure, this feels more like you're being slowly drained. The feeling is the same, but more continuous. Yeah, in some ways it is almost like taking a long piss, but you know it's not. The uninterrupted flow from your piss-hole is thick and sticky and you can 
feel your cock slipping and sliding around between the skin of your leg and the inside of your leather jeans. Damn, you're making one helluva mess down there, but your nuts have been waiting for this for so long that they don't want to stop. The fingers of your right hand again dig into your kill's butt crack and the licking of his neck turns into repeated love bites. Finally drained and exhausted, you get to your feet, but you try to keep your kill on his knees as long as you can. His upper body slumps down and is now resting against your shins. You step back a few inches, allowing him to roll forward onto the toes of your boots. "Well, that was fun."
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