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I went to the police station and it was all I could do not to break down there. I left and went home I had to make one of the most difficult phone calls in my life. I got home and called Justin's parents, His mom answered the phone. "Justin?" his mom answered. "No Shelia it's Alex," I said as tears started to slide down my face. "Is everything alright?" Shelia asked. "Um Alex went to get us some ice cream at the store and there was an accident." I said my voice cracking. "Is Justin OK?" Shelia asked I could hear panic in her voice. "His neck was broken and he died instantly." I said quickly and Shelia screamed and dropped the phone. Justin's father Dave picked up the phone "Alex what's going on?" I told him what I had just told Shelia, "We are on our way over see you soon," and with that we hung up.

I went to the kitchen and made coffee, I found a tube of cinnamon rolls and made them too. I needed something to do. When I got the rolls in the oven I went to the bedroom closet. Just told me where he kept all his important papers and I knew his dad would want to see them. I brought the papers out to the table and sat down for a moment. The smell from the oven reminded me of the last time I had made cinnamon rolls.

I was up before Justin I wanted to make him fresh cinnamon rolls not the kind from the tube. I was in the middle of making them when Justin came out to the kitchen. He was naked and had apparently awoke with a raging hard on. He came up behind me and pressed his cock against my ass. I felt it and leaned back into it. He spun me on the spot and kissed me hard. I usually didn't bottom despite what it might seem like to you my dear reader and Justin didn't mind doing it he told me once that to him it was like giving me a bit more power in the relationship. I always knew though when he wanted my ass. It was something in the way he kissed me, touched me and by the time I surrendered to him he had my hole itching to be fucked and I on more than one occasion begged out right to be fucked.

I let Justin sit me up on the table, I didn't care that it was covered in flour and freshly rolled dough. He layed me back gently and pulled off the black mesh thong he had bought me to wear. This day he seemed to need to be inside me he entered me quickly. When he was in me to the root he let out an audible sigh like he had some terrible worry melt away. At first what I thought was gonna be a major ass pounding turned into one of the gentlest love making sessions we ever had. Justin would pull his cock nearly all the way out and slowly push his cock back in. He kissed me gently during the whole time, until I couldn't take any more. My hole was itching to be pounded and I begged for it "Baby," I panted "This ain't enough fuck me, fuck me hard" I finished nearly shouting.

Justin had taught me during our tragically brief relationship that it was OK for me to make demands from my lover in order to be satisfied as long as I was willing to return the favor. He picked up his speed and soon the house was filled with the slapping of bodies and our unbridled cries of ecstasy. When Justin had spent his load deep in my ass he held me, as he did so I could feel his tears hit my bare shoulder. "Babe what's wrong?" I asked concerned. "Its crazy, I dreamt I lost you and.." he trailed off. I looked at him and kissed him gently on the cheek, "You won't loose me I said and pulled myself away from him gently. "I'm gonna go shower and clean this flour and dough off me be done shortly." I said and left for the bathroom. When I came out of the shower the kitchen had been cleaned up and a fresh batch of rolls were in the oven.

The sound of my door bell pulled me out of my reverie. I answered the door for Justin's parents. Shelia hugged me and cried. Dave seemed to be the pillar of strength, he shook my hand and the two of them followed me into the kitchen. I poured them coffee and pulled the rolls out of the oven both declined them when I offered and so they sat untouched. I sat quietly as Dave went through Justin's papers. I had tried to prepare myself for the news i would have to move out and the discussion of when, but Dave cleared his throat and said. "He left everything to you."

Dave didn't sound surprised or angry, it was just a statement. No one said anything finally I said the thing that was weighing on my mind most. "Is that a problem?" "No," His parents said together I was happy I could keep this house and I would have enough money to keep me going while I looked for a job. It would turn out that there was enough in saving and in insurance that I could live for quite a while if I continued the way Justin and I had been living.

After Dave had shuffled some more papers he gathered a small pile and started to explain what they were and why he was taking them. Mostly they were life insurance papers and apparently Justin had already bought himself a plot and on this particular paper he had added a note to have it traded in for two plots side by side. It warmed my heart not only to know he thought we were in it forever but that his parents never showed any signs that his desire for me to have it all was a problem for them. It made me respect them and love them more . I guess when they told me they thought of me as a son they meant it.