When I was a sophomore in high school, I lost two of my closest friends in a horrible automobile accident. While attending the first funeral, a brawl broke out between the two families. Most of the adults were arrested, including my father and uncle. Losing 2 friends the way I did and witnessing a coffin being overturned during a fight was enough to send me into a state of shock.
The next thing I remembered was sitting in the back of a limousine. The undertaker's husband was seated next to me. He asked repeatedly if I were ok. I soon realized he was stroking my cock and my slacks were pulled down around my ankles. A few moments more and he was straddling me. The entire time he asked if I were ok and if I felt better. I couldn't answer. I couldn't talk at all. He whispered if I wanted to fuck him. Within seconds his hole was teasing the tip of my cock, slowly pulling me inside of him. His hole was warm, smooth, and like velvet around my cock. As he bounced up and down on my cock, he would tongue and whisper in my ear in his thick southern drawl. Without warning I was exploding deep inside him. His whispers were replaced by grunts as he continued to milk my load. I was still unable to talk but my body jerked as he drained me of the last few drops of cum I had to offer.
Honestly one of the best and worst days of my life.