Date: Thu, 26 Mar 2015 13:36:45 -0500
From: jdhauthor67@gmail.com
Subject: Zinger Part Twelve

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Part Twelve

	As a condition of sending M&M away, their father insisted they
attend weekly therapy sessions. They needed it. They had been through a
lot. Being teenaged boys is difficult enough without the added tumult of
the death of a parent, a repatriation from a leisurely life in Spain, and
the introduction of me and a life they never expected from or for their
father.

	Whether it was the therapy or just being away, M&M seemed to be
thriving in New Hampshire, both academically and socially. But, the wall
between themselves and their father remained solid. Therapy did not crease
it, much less crack it. M&M talked to their brothers regularly, but not
often to their father. And never to, or even of, me. The Ks had learned to
avoid the topic altogether. While we were "Teddy and the 3 Ks" in Evanston,
the third K was nonexistent to them.

	They betrayed their attitude toward me and what I represented for
Teddy through their attempted involvement of Melissa's parents in our life
in Evanston. Conservative Evangelicals, Melissa's parents -- urged on by
Matthew -- called Teddy on a February Saturday and spent the better part of
an hour-long conversation condemning him and me, berating him for betraying
their dead daughter, and threatening him with legal action if he insisted
on raising Melissa's children in a "sinful environment" that was "not
Biblical." Unless Teddy returned to the "straight" and narrow, they wanted
the Ks to live with them, and they wanted Melissa's trust fund restored
with them as trustees and Teddy's boys as sole beneficiaries.

	I learned all of this later that day, as Teddy had taken the call
in the kitchen but -- when it was clear it was headed south -- had moved
into the office and closed the door behind him to ensure neither I nor the
Ks overheard it. When it was over, Teddy was silent. But, it was clear he
was troubled; his blue eyes were flat, and he either would not or could not
smile. At times like these, I knew not to press or pry. Teddy would come to
me when he was ready. Until then, he would brood, lost in his own thoughts
and trying to digest or work out whatever the issues was.

	When the Ks left for basketball, Teddy brought me into the loop. I
was shocked. After all, it was 2018, the gay marriage issue was settled
nationally, and atavistic views like those of Melissa's parents had, for
the most part, been shamed into the closet.

	After assuring Teddy he need not fret about custody of the Ks or
actions on the trust, I asked "What did you say to them?"

	"They're the boys' only grandparents, what could I say?" Teddy
asked, reminding me his parents had died years before.

	"You could them to fuck off, to mind their own business, to stop
invoking the ghost of their dead daughter in the name of controlling things
they have no say in."

	Teddy blanched at my mention of "their dead daughter." Then, he
glared at me, showing he thought I had crossed a line.

	"I could have. But, I have things to worry about that you don't,
namely my boys."

	I blanched at the exclusion. He, too, had crossed a line. Afraid we
were headed down a dangerous path, I retreated.

	"What brought this all up today?"

	"I assume it was Matthew. They would never have known otherwise. I
certainly didn't tell them. I haven't told anyone."

	Teddy inadvertently stoked a burgeoning resentment. While he seemed
fine with our life in Evanston, he did not seem fine with it anywhere
else. His brother and sister had no idea he even lived with me, even when
they pressed him to explain why he had moved from Spain to Evanston instead
of someplace where he had family, or at least someplace sunny and warm like
the coast of Spain had been. So, Teddy was fully integrated into my life;
my friends and family knew him and accepted him. But, I was not remotely
integrated into his life; I had not met a single friend of his or either of
his siblings. With Teddy reeling from the call with Melissa's parents, I
should have subordinated my pique. I did not. Instead, I turned and left
the room. Already dressed for a run, I took off before Teddy could reign me
back in, just as I had in Jackson all those years before. I cried as I
ran. It was cathartic.

	When I got back from my run, Teddy was napping in our bed, a
Cardinals throw draped over his naked body. Teddy was on his stomach with
his arms crossed above his head, which was turned to the right. As I sat in
a chair removing my running shoes, I stared at him. Even after all this
time, I found him breathtaking. He did not shave often, so his cheeks were
stubbled. He slept with a slight smile on his face. His hairy armpit was
visible to me, as was his the right nipple and hairy chest. The muscles on
his back rippled, even at rest. The throw covered his ass and the tops of
his legs, but his hairy calves and athletic feet were visible.

	I loved looking at him. My dick twitched almost every time I did,
especially when he was naked. I was not one to believe sex cured all
ills. But, it certainly did not hurt them, either. So, I stripped out of my
running clothes and moved toward him. I pulled the throw off of him and
climbed onto the bed, hovering over him. I kissed the back of his neck as
he woke up.

	"What are you doing?"

	"Fucking you," I said as I licked down his back. He spread his legs
as I moved my tongue down the crack of his ass. I loved eating his ass, and
I proved it, burying my face and rimming the hell out of him. His moans and
movements validated my efforts.

	I moved to his inner thighs, licking them as I moved down his legs
to his feet. I licked the arches of his feet, teased the balls of his feet
with my teeth, and alternately sucked his toes and licked between them.

	I worked my way back up his legs, pulling his dick and balls back
between them so my tongue had access to both. I licked the underside of his
dick. I licked and sucked his balls. I licked his taint. I rimmed him
again.

	As he pushed back into me, I penetrated him with my tongue. His
groans and movements invited more, so I kneeled behind him, took him by the
hips, and slowly entered him. He inhaled deeply as I pushed into him as
deeply as I could. He clenched his ass, holding me still and tight. I
lowered myself to him, hooked my arms under his, and buried my face in his
neck. He hooked his ankles around mine, so we were as entwined as we could
be. It was perfectly intimate.

	"I love you, Kevin."

	"I love you, too, Teddy."

	"Then fuck me."

	"I'm trying, but your ass won't let me."

	He chuckled and loosened his grip. I fucked him slowly, pulling out
as far as I could without leaving him before pushing back in. My pace was
glacial, almost like I was trying not to make a sound. I loved the feeling
of his velvety ass around my dick. I do not know how long I fucked him like
that, but it seemed like forever. Every time I got close, I backed off.

	I needed to kiss him, but doing so was not easy in this position. I
did not want to, but I pulled out of him and rolled him onto his back. He
raised his legs in the air, and I hooked my arms under them. I re-entered
him and then lowered my mouth to his. I kissed him as deeply as I could. He
held my head in with his hands as I did. As we kissed, he clenched and
unclenched my dick with his ass. Combined with the depth and breadth of our
still unbroken kiss, the sensation of his ass working my dick started to
overwhelm me.

	"I'm getting close."

	He let go of my dick, and I started fucking him with purpose. He
let go of my head, but we maintained the kiss. He grabbed my ass and drove
me in as deeply as he could. I came as he did. He used his ass muscles to
milk me dry. Our lips never touched each other.

	When we finally broke, Teddy's chest hair was slick with our sweat,
and I smelled like a goat. I had not showered, had gone for a long run, and
then had gone for a marathon fuck. I pulled out of Teddy and whispered "I
need a shower" in his ear.

	"Me, too."

	In the shower, Teddy kissed me again as the water ran over both of
us. It was another deep, long kiss. I ran my hands through his chest hair
and around to his ass. I pulled his hard dick into my stomach. I lowered my
head to his right nipple, sucked it, and then moved to the left. I kissed
his stomach and then took his beautiful dick into my mouth. I started to
suck him, wanting desperately to taste his cum. But, Teddy had other
ideas. He stopped me and pulled me back up, kissing me again.

	When he broke the kiss, Teddy turned me around and positioned my
hands against the shower wall. I was standing as if I was about to be
searched. I expected Teddy to fuck me. I wanted Teddy to fuck me. I needed
needed to fuck me.

	He did not. Instead, he filled his hands with shampoo and slowly
washed my hair. Then, he used body wash to slowly, gently, softly clean my
entire body. It was sensuous and lovely. As he caressed my chest and
stomach from behind, he rubbed his chest against my back and his hard dick
against my ass. I pushed back again, trying to force him to fuck me. He
resisted, slid between my legs from behind, leaned his back against the
shower wall, and took my dick into his mouth. He gripped my ass and fucked
his face with my dick. He went all the way down, his soft tongue working
the sweet spot under my head. I came fast and hard. He used his throat to
milk me dry again.

	I was spent, having come twice -- hard -- in short order.

	Teddy was not. As I rested against the wall, he moved behind me and
started eating me out. When he had had his fill, he stood and finally
started to push into me. I pushed back. I was tired, but I also wanted --
needed -- to hold him inside me. We had not sexed like this in a long time,
and I did not want it to be over.

	Teddy entered me easily, then took my hips in his hands, steadied
me, and started fucking me. He had been hard for a long time, and I could
tell he needed to come.

	"Fuck me harder," I demanded, urging him on. He did, slamming in
and out of me with abandon. He grunted as he came. I could feel him filling
me. It was one of my favorite feelings.

	Teddy could not or would not stop. He stayed hard and kept fucking
me, his cum working as lube in my sore ass. Quickly, he came again, his
grunt just as loud and as deep as the first one. He put his face to my back
and relaxed, holding me as he did.

	When he pulled out of me, I turned my back to the wall and slid
down to the corner. I was emotionally drained and physically exhausted.
Teddy collapsed onto the shower floor next to me, pressed his forehead to
mine, and put his hand to the back of my head. I locked my arms around him,
and put my chin to his shoulder. I do not know how long we stayed like
that, but the warm water and the love washed over both of us.

	I wanted to sleep. I used Teddy to steady myself, then pulled him
to his feet. We stepped out of the shower, barely rubbed a towel over our
bodies, and went to bed wet. Teddy laid on his back, and I laid next to him
with my head on his shoulder and my hand in his chest hair. We were both
quickly asleep.