Zinger

"I can help with at least one of those." I got up, went to the kitchen, and returned with an open bag of Chips Ahoys. We quickly devoured the dozen or so that were left.

"I'm still horny as hell."

I flashed back to Frankfurt. I may have missed my chance there. I did not want to miss it again, but I was helpless and hopeless as to what to do. I turned my head toward him. He smiled at me, and I noticed his right hand was on his dick, and it was hard, partially out of his briefs, and pointed straight at his navel.

He beat me to it.

"You want to help with this, too?"

I froze. "Uh, I don't think so."

"C'mon, you have been staring at me for four years, you watched me fuck that chick in Laposky's room, you jerked off while I fucked Katie, and you listened to me jack off just yesterday. You definitely want to help me."

"I am not gay."

"I did not say you were, and I do not care if you are. I just want to get off, and I'd prefer you do it. But, I can do it myself."

"Fire away."

With that, he raised his hips, pulled down his briefs, and started to stroke his long, thick dick right in front of me. I should not have stared, but I did. I could not not stare.

"Last chance," he offered.

I stared at his dick. It was awesome, lengthened to 8+ inches, thicker than my wrist, and curved toward his navel.

My throat was too dry to speak, so I just reached for his dick, tentatively. Zinger pulled his hand away and let me take it. It was thicker than it looked. It was hot to my touch. As I watched my hand move up and down, he pulled my head toward his hairy chest and pressed me tightly to it. When he released the pressure, I licked his right nipple gently, then eagerly started sucking it. At the same time, I continued to jerk his thick dick. Before long, his breath became ragged, and I could feel his orgasm build in his throbbing dick. When I bit his nipple, he came in white arcs. The first hit his chin and neck. The next two hit his chest. The next hit his stomach. And, the last dribbled out of his bulbous head onto my hand.

I could not believe it. I had just swum naked with and then jacked Teddy Azinger. I had gone higher, too.

I wanted to taste his cum, but I feared he would think me freakish - and gay - if I did. So, I just lay with my head on his chest, still holding his softening dick.

"That was awesome. Did you enjoy it?

"I did."

"You could have done all of that in Frankfurt."

"I thought maybe. But, I did not know."

"I said, 'you can hold it tonight if you want.' How were you confused?"

"I thought maybe it was a trap."

"Do you feel trapped now?"

"No, not at all."

We sat in silence for awhile. He broke the silence, "I'm beat. I will see you in the morning." With that, he turned his back to me, fluffed his pillow, and settled in to sleep, his hairy chest and stomach still covered with his cum. I moved to my side and did the same, my back to him. Before falling asleep, I licked and sucked his dry cum off my hand. It was delicious.

Part Three

The next day was the 4th. Again, Zinger and I slept in. When we awoke, he was still naked, and we were both sporting "morning wood." Zinger spit in his hand, grabbed his dick, and started stroking it. I looked from his dick to his face. He was looking back at me, smiling.

When he started jerking harder, I moved toward him. Leaning on my left arm, I grabbed his balls with my right hand and started playing with them. He spread his legs a little. As I continued to play with his balls, he quickened his hand on his dick, and spread his legs farther apart.

He raised his hips. "Play with my ass." Not certain what he meant, I started rubbing his ass cheeks.

"Play with my asshole, dork."

"Oh."

Not sure how to, I rubbed his sphincter up and down with one finger like I had rubbed Cathi Summers' pussy in 10th grade. It must have been right, as he let out a light moan and jerked his dick harder.

"Finger me."

"What?"

"Finger me. Lick your finger, and stick it in my ass."

I was vexed, but I did what I was told. My finger tasted funky when I put it in my mouth, but it was not really a bad funky. I coated it with spit, reached down, and pushed the tip into his ass.

"Go a little deeper."

I did as directed, pressing my finger into the first knuckle.

"Don't be shy. Push it all the way in."

I did as he requested. His ass was warm and smooth, almost velvety. I am not sure what I expected, but this was not it. I swirled my finger around. Before long, he gasped as his ass clenched and he shot a string of cum onto his face and neck, then two more strings onto his chest, and yet another string onto his stomach. It was almost the same load as the night before.

I kept my finger where it was, feeling his orgasm from the inside. Watching and feeling him come was too much, and I came in my boxers without even touching myself. I do not know whether Zinger knew I had.

When we had both calmed down, he caught me looking at the splattering of cum caught in the hair on his chest and stomach. Smiling at me, he took his right hand, scooped a healthy portion onto his index finger, and slipped his finger into his mouth, his brilliant blue eyes fixed on mine the whole time. He sucked his finger, then swallowed his own cum, smiling. Then he said "thanks," rocked off the water bed, and headed to the shower. I threw myself back on the bed and tried to figure out just what was going on.

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 her in the water . . . bed." He had smiled widely as he paused, presumably for dramatic effect.

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."

"I thought you weren't gay."

"I'm not."

"And, 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?"

"A lot. It makes you bounce."

I needed 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 took it, our tongues touching as I did. My resolve evanesced with the touch.

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. I was totally caught off guard. As he opened his mouth, I did, too, and our tongues touched again. A jolt shot through me. I had heard from girls that Zinger 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.

"I hope that makes up a little bit for what you were feeling. Now, take your clothes off."

"What?"

"Get naked, dork," he insisted 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 as he did. 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, and then pulled me flat by my feet. Standing at the foot of the bed, he cupped he slid his dick between 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 before. 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," I pleaded.

He kept right on sucking, taking me deeper and faster as he did.

"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. My neck is naturally 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 it 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 the angle, but he did not seem to mind. He moaned, grabbed the back of my head, and started fucking my mouth. I grabbed his hips and tried to control his thrusts. I could not, but he settled into a tolerable 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. With 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 hard. 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 tasted myself. He lowered his face to mine, licked his 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.

"I am not using you."

"I know."

He kissed again.

"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. I rolled onto my side and started to run my hands through his chest hair and down his trail. 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 him.

"Fuck me," I insisted.

"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. It was uncomfortable, but I was needy for what it portended.

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 it all.

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 slid 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 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 the condom off, 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 my 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 to 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 deeply as I could. He used his hands on my ass to control my pace. When he was ready, he removed them, and I naturally speeded up. I started panting. So did he. I started sweating. So did he. I could not last. I had never fucked anyone.