I had said I’d never leave him, that I’d always be by his side. I played with his limp cock, squeezed his cold balls, wondering whether there was still a spark of life trapped in there. I pushed myself into him much easier this time, though my cock was so hard that the head was swollen far beyond normal, bloated and purple, dribbling thick pre-cum. I moved in and out until the sensation became too much for me. All I wanted was a few more hours with him, a few more hours to only deepen the pain that filled me. It took me ten minutes to finish undressing him, ten minutes which only made me madder with lust. I’d never seen him in a suit before. ‘Why did you leave me?’
He didn’t answer. I’d lied to the undertaker, I’d said I wanted a viewing, open casket.
