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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 . . . .