Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2015 07:21:19 -0600
From: jdhauthor67@gmail.com
Subject: Zinger-Part Four

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Part Four

	The 4th of July was much like the 3rd. Cari's pool was packed with
mostly 18 year old kids who did not have a care in the world, except maybe
that we would run out of beer. From the number of coolers poolside, that
seemed unlikely.

	I loved water, so I spent most of the day in the pool, swimming
with and talking to friends and to Philip, Katie's new boyfriend. Philip
was pretty, much as Matt Bomer is pretty today. You know the type: teeth a
little too white and straight, hair a little too styled, jaw a little too
chiseled. He was a little like a flavored beer. At first glance, he was
tasty. But, the more you looked, the more cloying he became.

	I had not seen Zinger for over an hour or so. Just as I noticed his
absence, he returned to the pool area. I could tell from the look on his
face that he had been up to no good. He slid into the pool next to me. He
reeked of pot.

	"Where've you been?"

	"Smoking . . . and fucking."

	"Fucking?" A knot balled in my stomach. "Who?"

	"That pretty boy's girlfriend. While you were fucking around with
him in the water, I was fucking his girlfriend in the water . . . bed." He
has smiled while he paused.

	The knot in my stomach tightened. I am not sure what I thought was
going on, but the idea that he had fucked Katie in "our" bed upset me
terribly. I fought back tears until I had to slip underwater to hide
them. I stayed down as long as I could. Before I drowned myself, I swam
across the pool, pulled myself out of the water, and headed off. I did not
look back.

	I needed to clear my head, so I went for a slightly drunken run. I
knew Zinger and I were not boyfriends, but I also did not expect him to
have sex with me in the morning and then a girl in the afternoon. Not that
we had really had sex. We had not kissed. He had not touched me. I had
basically serviced him. Actually, I had basically done only what he told me
to do.

	I avoided Zinger when my run was over, and I turned in not long
after the guests had left. Zinger did not join me for a long time. Still, I
was wide awake when he came into the room, stripped to his briefs, and
climbed into bed.

	"You awake?" he asked.

	"Yes."

	"What was today about?"

	"I don't really want to talk about it."

	"I do, dork. So talk."

	"Fine. At first, I was hurt that you had hooked up with Katie. I
felt betrayed, which I now realize was totally fucked up. I think I was
thinking that what we did last night and this morning meant more than it
did. I think I let my imagination get ahead of the facts. During my run, I
realized I was being ridiculous. We had not done anything last night or
this morning. I had basically serviced you. When I realized that, I started
feeling a bit used."

	"Used? I had offered myself to you when we were in Germany. I
thought you would enjoy it, and I was curious about you."

	"I'm over it."

	"You don't seem like it."

	"Well, I am."

	We lay there in silence for awhile. I felt ridiculous.

	I broke the uncomfortable silence. "You got any more pot?"

	"Nope, I finished it all off about 20 minutes ago outside." After a
pause, "I have something else, though."

	"What?"

	"A pill. Ecstasy. You want one?"

	"What does it do?"

	"It makes you bounce."

	I need a mood changer. I held my hand out. He did not give me the
pill. Instead, he put it on his tongue and lowered his mouth to mine. I
grimaced.

	He pulled back, removed it briefly, and said, "This is how it's
done. Take it, dork."

	He replaced it and came back toward me. I lapped it off his tongue.

	I felt nothing for some time. We leaned against the headboard
staring forward and breathing. Just when I thought I was immune to the
effects of X, a feeling of peace and warmth overwhelmed me. Zinger followed
right behind me.

	He looked at me. "Are you there?"

	"I am."

	"Awesome, in't it?"

	"Yep."

	With that, he leaned toward me, whispered "sorry about today," and
placed his mouth on mine. As he opened his mouth, I did, too, and our
tongues touched. A jolt shot through me. I had heard from girls that he was
our school's best kisser. I doubt any of them had kissed him while
X'ing. Jolts kept shooting through me as our tongues danced. His lips were
full but firm. His tongue was wet but not sloppy. He sucked my tongue,
nibbled at it, and sucked it some more. It was the most perfect kiss, and
it did not seem like it was ever going to end. Just when I thought I would
rather pass out than break that kiss, he pulled back. "Take your clothes
off."

	"What?"

	"Get naked, dork," as he tugged on my boxers.

	"Are you going to take yours off?"

	He answered by standing on the bed, pulling down his briefs, and
stepping out of them. Jostled by the water bed, he lost his footing and
fell on me.

	"Hi there," he said, as he moved over me and kissed me again. He
hooked the band of my boxers in both his hands and tugged them them down. I
broke the kiss, but only to pull my undershirt over my head. He got up,
stood at the end of the bed, pulled my boxers the rest of the way off, then
pulled me flat by my feet. Standing at the foot of the bed, he cupped his
dick with my feet and pretended to fuck them. His dick was slick with
precum, and his thrusting slicked my feet with it. When he stopped, he bent
down and licked the stickiness off my feet. I was ticklish, and I had never
had anyone lick my feet. The sensation was only enhanced by the X. It was
torture, and I squirmed so much I feared I might kick his face. Just when I
thought I could not take anymore, he stopped and started to crawl up me,
licking my calves, then my thighs.

	When he got to my rock hard dick, he stopped. I was neither as long
nor as thick as he was, but I was also not small. My "little boy dick" was
now an average sized "man dick."

	He took what I had in his mouth, going all the way to the base. I
could not believe what was happening. I felt like I was on fire, and I knew
I would not last long. As he sucked me, he grabbed my balls with his right
hand and squeezed. I felt my orgasm start to build in his hand.

	"I'm gonna come."

	He kept right on sucking, going all the way down again.

	"I'm gonna come," I warned, more insistently. When he did not stop,
I unloaded in his mouth. He swallowed and kept going. I unloaded again and
again. Each time, he swallowed and kept going. I was drained and
hyper-sensitive, but he just kept going until I had to force him to stop.

	He resumed his trek, licking his way up the rest of my body. I
tingled from head to toe. When he sucked my left nipple, I almost could not
bear it. When he licked under my arms, I almost cried out.

	He kept coming. He licked my clavicle. Then, he licked my
neck. Naturally, my neck is sensitive. On X, my neck was super-sensitive. I
cringed.

	He kept coming. He sucked my chin. He kissed my eyes. Then, he
planted his mouth on mine. He took my breath away, plunging his tongue into
my mouth, grabbing my tongue with his teeth, and sucking my tongue back
into his mouth. As he did, I gripped his ass and forced his hard dick into
my soft one. I felt like I was under a waterfall.

	He kept going, sliding up me until he was kneeling in front of my
face. I took his beautiful dick into my mouth. He curved the wrong way for
this angle, but he did not seem to mind. He moaned, grabbed the back of my
head, and started fucking my mouth. I grabbed his ass to control his
thrusts. We settled into a rhythm. It was hard to tell whether I was
sucking his dick or he was fucking my face. I did not care. I was tumbling.

	His pace quickened. I tried to devour him. He grabbed my head with
both his hands. I hungrily met him. He drove himself in as far as he
could. Using my hands on his ass, I tried to drive him deeper.

	I thought I would gag. He drove deeper. I felt full. He pulled
back, and then he drove deeper still.

	My dick was hard as a rock. I grabbed it with my right hand, still
using my left hand to control his depth.

	He came. I gagged on his cum, and some ran out of my mouth. I
recovered and swallowed just in time to receive another shot. I swallowed
again.

	I came. Hard. It hit his back and ass. He shot again. I swallowed
again, easily. I shot, again hitting his backside. He shot again, and I
did, too. We both kept coming until we could not come any more.

	Spent, he sat back on my hips, exhaled deeply, and lowered his head
to my left shoulder. I held his head with both hands. Then, I ran my hands
down his back, smearing my cum. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked
myself off my hand. He lowered his face to mine, licked his own cum off my
cheek, and kissed me deeply. Our cum mixed as he did.

	I adjusted myself so I was flat. He lowered himself onto me, then
raised up, staring into my eyes. I smiled. He smiled back. Then, he lowered
his mouth to mine and kissed me some more. I hungrily kissed back. I hooked
my legs around his. We kissed and kissed and kissed.

	He broke the kissing with a whisper in my ear. "Can I fuck you?"

	"I dunno. Can I fuck you?"

	"If I can fuck you first, dork."

	I hesitated. "Deal."

	"I need to rest a little first."

	"Me, too."

	He rolled off of me and we lay on the bed side by side. The moon
through the window illuminated his hairy chest and stomach. I rolled onto
my side and started to run my hands through both. I started at his left
nipple, moved to the right, moved to his navel, and then moved to his
dick. He hardened.

	"Raise your arm." He put his arms behind his head, revealing hairy,
hollow pits. I buried my face in his left pit as I continued to play with
his dick and balls. I inhaled deeply. He smelled of chlorine, sweat, and
sex. I inhaled deeply again. The combination of smells was
intoxicating. Then, he pulled me to him. He was hard in my hand. I was hard
against his leg.

	"Let's fuck," he insisted

	He rolled off the bed, walked to his bag, and returned with condoms
and lube. He gave me the condom, so I tore it open with my teeth, and
rolled it onto his hard dick. I had never put a condom on myself, much less
on someone else. It was hot.

	He lubed his dick and then told me to roll over. I did. Before I
knew what was happening, he spread my ass checks and lowered his face to my
asshole. He started rimming me. I thought I might combust. I wanted him to
stop. I wanted him never to stop. I wanted to scream. I wanted never to
make another noise.

	I did not have to decide what to do. Before I did, his tongue
penetrated me and he ate my ass hard. While he pushed in, I pushed back. I
was a virgin. Still, the sensation made me hungry for me. I insisted "Fuck
me."

	"Be patient. I have to get you ready." He squirted a glob of lube
in my ass crack, then used his fingers to prepare me.

	He licked his way back up until he was on my back. He whispered,
"Help me in."

	 I reached behind me, grabbed his dick, and placed him at my
opening. His head was next to mine. I turned to him, and he kissed me hard.

	I said "Go."

	He pushed hard. I naturally resisted, but he forced his head in. I
feared it would hurt a lot, but it was not as bad as I feared. Maybe the X
softened the pain.

	I was about to burst. "Go."

	He lowered his hands to my hips, told me to take a deep breath (I
did), and pushed. I inhaled deeply as he pushed himself all the way in. I
am not sure I have ever felt that full. It felt like he was in my throat.

	"Shhhh. Take a deep breath and relax."

	Both are easier said than done, especially when you have a huge
dick in your ass for the first time. I breathed as deeply as I could and
held it. I tried to imagine I was relaxed. I was not.

	"I'm sorry, but I can't hold back."

	He pulled out and pushed back in, slowly, again and again. It
ached. Then, it didn't.

	He started fucking me in earnest. He raised himself up on his arms
for leverage, then pushed my legs apart with his knees. He started to go
faster, fucking me like an animal, and I wanted him to stop. Then, I wanted
him to fuck me harder. Then, I wanted him to fuck me forever. Then, I
wanted to watch his face as he came inside me.

	"Stop," I demanded, as he dripped sweat on my back and ass.

	"What?"

	"Stop. I want to watch you."

	I forced him out of me and flipped over. He was wet with sweat. He
smiled as I guided him back inside me. He leaned down and kissed me as he
started to fuck me again. I have never felt more vulnerable or more
invulnerable.

	"I am about to come."

	"Come on my face." I had no idea where that came from.

	He pulled out, ripped off his condom, arched his back, and used his
hand to come at me. Some hit my face. Most hit my chest and stomach. I
gathered what hit my face and ate it. He continued to stroke his dick. To
my surprise, he announced, "I'm coming again."

	I slid forward and took the head of his dick in mouth. He shot, and
I swallowed it all. When he was done, he collapsed onto his side. I
positioned myself next to him, and kissed him.

	"I can taste myself."

	"You taste awesome."

	"So do you." He closed his eyes, like he was going to go to
sleep. But, we were not finished.

	"I still get to fuck you." I moved my face toward his, and we
kissed a kiss that poets write about. It was simultaneously tender and
hungry and gentle and reckless. It took his fatigue away. He rolled me on
top of him.

	"Grab the condom off the nightstand and put it on me."

	"You don't need it."

	"At least get me the lube."

	"You don't need that, either."

	He spit in his hand, and rubbed it on my dick. He spit in his hand
again, and rubbed it on his asshole. Then, he grabbed my dick and lined me
up. I pushed, and he opened to me. A neophyte, I did not know how control
myself, and I went all the way in. He gasped and said, "Hold it right
there. Give me a little time to get used to this."

	After a bit, he raised his legs higher, grabbed my ass, and said,
"okay, now fuck me." I did as he demanded, forcing myself into him as deep
as I could. He used his hands on my ass to control my pace. When he was
ready, he removed them, and I naturally picked up my pace. I started
panting. So did he. I started sweating. So did he. I could not last.

	"I'm about to come."

	"Don't pull out. Come inside me."

	With a deep thrust, I came and came, filling his ass. He was
jerking his own dick, and he came, too, splashing cum all over his stomach.

	Smiling at him, I lowered myself and ate as much cum off his
stomach as I could gather. With his cum still on my tongue, I kissed
him. He devoured my tongue, clamping my face to his with his hands. We
kissed and kissed and kissed some more. He pulled his head from mine.

	"We need to sleep. We have a long drive tomorrow."

	He turned off the light and turned back toward me. He was on his
right side, I was on my left, and we were sharing a pillow. Our faces were
close. I moved enough that our lips were touching. We fell asleep kissing.

To be continued . . . .