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He Died While He Was Fucking Me.

He died while he was Fucking me
he fell backwards not on top
because we were doing it Doggy Style
when God gave him the chop

All of a sudden he let go of me
he pulled out of me so sharply
and he hit the floor like a sack of spuds
having collapsed in Death unexpectedly

I spun about to observe the cause
of this most unfortunate withdrawal
my eyes fixed upon his glistening tool
still huge rigid tumescent therefore available

Prone on his back and glazed eyes fixed wide
I mounted him again
A mere few strokes from my Climacteric
I resumed my pursuit but in some pain

For I felt regret that he was gone
and not beholding my sweet Joy
But I rode his Dead Cock vehemently
nevertheless and in solemn tribute to the Boy.

I hit my peak in fair good time
We achieved a brilliant and sparkling Orgasm
So glad that he had been there with me
when he had had his final spasm.