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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 . . . .