Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2015 07:21:53 -0600
From: jdhauthor67@gmail.com
Subject: Zinger-Part Five

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Part Five

	When I woke up, Zinger was holding me, his morning wood right
between my ass cheeks. He kissed my neck and rubbed my chest. He rolled
away, I heard a tube click open, and he was back. He pushed his left hand
between my ass checks, smearing it with wetness. His dick pushed against my
ass. He wanted to fuck me again, and I wanted him to fuck me. I rolled over
on my stomach, and raised up on all fours. He scrambled behind me and
pushed his dick at me. Without the X to cushion it, the penetration hurt
like hell. I thought I was going to cleave in two. He forced himself all
the way in. He stayed there. When he felt me relax, he pulled out slowly,
then pushed back in just as slowly. He knew what he was doing. He reached
around and took me in his hand. The pain started to ebb and was replaced
with the dual pleasure of him stroking my ass and my dick. Sweat broke out
all over my body. I was close. He slammed into me as deeply as he could. As
he did, he said "oh fuck." He was coming. The feeling of him coming inside
me was too much, and I came also. He slowly fucked his last drops into me,
and slowly jerked my last drops out of me. I collapsed onto the bed, and he
fell on top of me. He licked my cum off his hand, then turned my head so he
could kiss me. I tasted myself in the kiss. He pulled back.

	"Good morning."

	"Good morning."

	"It's almost 9. We need to get going."

	We loaded the Escort and headed back to Missouri. As we drove, I
confessed "I have never done any of that before."

	"I have."

	"No kidding."

	"I like sex. A lot."

	"You're good at it."

	"Practice makes perfect."

	He anticipated my confusion about what was going on.

	"I am not going to be your boyfriend. But, we can fuck around until
we head off to college next month."

	"Who said I wanted a boyfriend?"

	He looked at me and smiled. I could get lost in that smile. I
definitely wanted a boyfriend.

	He took the first shift driving. About three hours into the trip, I
noticed he was hard, his dick again extended down the right leg of his grey
gym shorts. He noticed me staring at his dick.

	"You should have worn underwear."

	"They'd have gotten in the way."

	"Of what?"

	Without answering, he pulled the leg of his shorts up, exposing his
hard dick. "I thought maybe you'd blow me while I drive, dork."

	I was thrilled. I unbuckled my seat belt, adjusted my position, and
took his dick into my mouth. I added my right hand as an extension of my
mouth. I started working his dick.

	"Slow down. It's a long drive."

	I did as instructed. I sucked the head of his dick, lolling it
around in my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. I took as much of him as
I could in my mouth, slowing moving up and down the shaft of his dick. I
savored it.

	"This is going to be hard without cruise control." As I mentioned
earlier, my mother's Escort had no features. It was like a Flintstone car,
only with a combustible engine. It was a coke can with wheels.

	I pulled off his dick. "When you get close, just pull over. Then, I
will finish you off."

	"Nope. Part of the thrill is to come while driving. I will be
fine."

	I took him back in my mouth. Like him, I had no desire for the blow
job to end. I wanted to suck him as long as I could. I loved the feel of
him in my mouth, and I loved the control I had over him.

	"That feels great. Just keep doing what you are doing. I will let
you know if I want to come." He started playing with my hair.

	I have no idea how long I sucked his dick. It seemed like a long
time. My side started to ache. So did my jaw. I pulled off and sat up.

	"I need a break."

	"That's fine." He looked at me and smiled. It was a perfect
smile. His eyes danced above it. I smiled back.

	"But don't take too long. I want to come in your mouth again."

	I did not hesitate. I leaned over and took him back in my mouth. I
worked him hard. I felt him strain to meet me. I had a perfect grip on him
with my mouth. I sucked harder.

	"Jesus Christ, here it comes." He filled my mouth. I swallowed and
kept going. He unloaded again. I swallowed again and kept going. He
unloaded again to a ragged "Oh my God." I swallowed and kept going. I
wanted to drain him, and I did.

	"You have to stop."

	I pulled off. "I thought maybe you would come again."

	"Not this time. But, that was awesome. You can do that whenever you
want."

	"I doubt that. We would die of starvation and sleep deprivation."

	"Maybe. But, what a way to go out."

To be continued . . . .