Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2015 07:23:04 -0600
From: jdhauthor67@gmail.com
Subject: Zinger-Part Seven

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Part Seven

	We spent the next six weeks like that, together every chance we
had. It felt like a tornado, spinning out of control. We fell, hard, with
only our impending separation to blight our golden lives. We were wildly in
love, as only teenagers could be. I delighted when he was there, and I
ached when he was not.

	As our last weekend together approached, Teddy -- what I now called
him, as "Zinger" seemed too common -- suggested we go away. I agreed. We
made reservations at a St. Louis hotel. We checked in on Friday
afternoon. We had tickets to the Cardinals' game that night. Once we were
checked in, we had just enough time to fool around before heading to the
game. As had become our general pattern, Teddy topped me. I loved the feel
of him inside me, the weight of him on top of me, the ragged breathing when
he came, the smile on his face when he recovered.

	The game was awesome. Teddy conned a vendor in selling us beer. The
Redbirds won in dramatic fashion. By the time the game was over, we were
drunk and delirious. Instead of going out, we headed back to our hotel. We
could feel the clock ticking, and we wanted to be alone together. Unlike
that afternoon, our post-game celebration was slow and steady. I edged
closer and closer and then had him back off. He edged closer and closer and
then backed off. By the time he was ready to come, we both dripping with
sweat. We had almost perfected our sex, so we came together, him inside me,
and me all over myself. Exhausted, he collapsed onto me, mixing our sweat
with my cum. I wrapped my arms around him. He buried his face in my neck. I
gave in.

	I took the risk. "I love you, Teddy." Neither of us had ventured
there before.

	He pulled his head back and surprised me. "I love you, too, dork. A
lot."

	We fell asleep like that. I woke up about an hour later, cold. He
eased off me, and I pulled the comforter up over us. I buried my face in
his chest, he slid his leg between mine, and we fell back asleep.

	The next day, we went to the zoo. St. Louis has a world-class zoo,
and it's free. We spent the entire day there, walking animal sanctuary to
animal sanctuary. It was August and hot and we were exhausted when we
finished. We went directly to the shower, washed each other in the shower,
ordered salads and a bottle of wine (there was no ID check over room
service), and spent the evening on the couch together. I laid behind
him. We were both shirtless. I loved his body hair, so I played with it
throughout the evening as we watched the Cardinals on TV.

	I also loved his dick. So, I started playing with it, too. We were
18, and he was soon hard as a rock. I started to jerk him.

	"Fuck me while you do that."

	We were still on our sides. I spit in my hand, smothered my dick,
and slipped easily inside him.

	"Don't move. Let's just stay like this for awhile."

	I did as I was told. We lay still, my dick inside him, and his dick
in my hand. He started clenching and unclenching his ass around my
dick. This was a new one, but it was working, fast.

	"You keep that up, and I am going to come."

	"That's the goal."

	I lay still as he continued to work my dick with his ass. I started
squeezing his dick, not jerking it, hoping to mirror the sensation I was
experiencing. My body broke into a cool sweat as my orgasm approached. I
licked his neck and then bit his shoulder as I came. His dick pulsed in my
hand as he came. When his dick was too sensitive to touch, he raised my
hand to his mouth and sucked his cum off my fingers. I pulled out of him
and adjusted my body so I could press my mouth to his, tasting him as I
kissed him deeply. We kissed until we were both hard again. He broke the
kiss, stood up, and took my right hand.

	"Let's go to bed."

	We climbed into bed and lay face to face. We kissed softly. We ran
our hands over each other.

	"Roll over."

	I did. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight
embrace. His hair was soft against my back.

	"I'm going to miss you."

	"I'm going to miss you more."

	"I wish we could stay like this forever."

	I waited, then I needled him, "I thought you were not going to be
my boyfriend."

	He chuckled, "Shut up, dork." He kissed the back of my neck. I
pushed my ass against him, signaling what I wanted. He rolled me onto my
back, and I parted my legs for him. We made slow and steady love. He kissed
me as he came. I held him inside me. He collapsed onto me, then rolled off
on his side. I pulled the covers up around us and put my face to his. We
fell asleep kissing, as had become our custom.

To be continued . . . .