Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2015 17:41:14 -0600
From: jdhauthor67@gmail.com
Subject: Zinger-Part Three

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Chapter 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 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, 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 slip it into 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. Still, 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. 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.

	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.

To be continued . . . .