“Well I have no more money” states the widow “and it is against my religion for me to bury my husband in more than one piece”.The funeral dire...tor thinks about this and then comes up with a brainwave: He’ll amputate his dick and then stick it up the deceased’s backside, in which case a more expensive coffin is unnecessary and the husband will still be, in a manner of speaking, in the one piece.The widow reluctantly agrees.On the day of the funeral, the deceased is displayed in an open casket.. I headed in and as I turned the corner I noticed some one going around the corner in to the 2nd booth in the middle row of booths. I glanced up and saw no light on the first booth so I opened the door and went inside locking it behind me and dropping a token to turn on the light. I looked toward the wall to see if there was a hole and to my delight there was.A chair was there against the back wall and I unzipped my shorts and dropped them to the floor and sat down and glanced through the hole. They both started to stroke each other; Harl reached up and pinched Sam's nipple with one hand.Harl said, "This feels good, but don't cum yet, I want it in my mouth," to which Sam said, "The feeling is mutual. I haven't eaten another man's cum in months, and I'm hungry." Harl admitted, "I've never blown somebody else, much less taken their load, but right now I want it." It was time, both men needed release. Sam turned around and stood, and pointed his cock at Harl's face. Harl loved the. But it wasn't vile, my repugnance came from my misplaced dignity. I had cheated, and worse in the most despicable and decadent way possible. Married, happily, with a beautiful wife, and I couldn't keep myself from falling on my knees for the first man who offered my dick.As I tried to stand up, the man I only knew as Daddy simply slide his ankles onto me, wiping my own cum onto my clothes. Only after he was done did I even attempt to rise, following him out of the backroom with my head hung.