Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2016 20:36:42 +1300
From: ben zeb <zebben2014@gmail.com>
Subject: Math Class Changes 3

Three days after Jess's party, Christmas arrived.  I had two!  Christmas
Eve, my besties came round, Jess with Devon, and Darryl to exchanged
pressies. Insurance had replaced my iPod, smashed when I was.  My friends
had installed as many of my favourites as they could, courtesy of Keith,
and each of them had compiled a music file of their personal choices.  I'd
have part of them where ever I went!  Wow!  We sat around chatting and
reminiscing as you do.  Jess and Devon left leaving Darryl.

We sat on the couch, he chatting away about anything and everything, me
listening.  Dropped in somewhere between enviro science and what I'd be
doing at school in Wellington, he casually asked, "What about us?"

"What do you mean Darryl?"

"Well, if you are going to Wellington, does that mean you and Keith are
parting?"  I could have been a mean bastard and made him explain what he
was getting at.  Instead asked him, "If you and me were together and I went
away to Wellington, would you ditch me?  I know what you mean Darryl, but
Keith and I aren't apart."

Darryl gave a quick glance.  "I wouldn't let you go."

"That would be very possessive of you.  And that's the main reason I'm
going.  Keith doesn't belong to me, just as if you and I were together, you
wouldn't belong to me."

"Do you think we ever could Zeb?"

"What, be together?"

"Yeah.  I know what you said about being second.  I'd be Ok with that."

"Really?  Would you? Knowing I loved someone more?  What about Jess and
Sonny?  Don't you have it hard for both those guys?"

"Yeah, but you and Keith are there too.  I like you all."

"Geeze, Darryl.  How to complicate a life!  What is it you want?  Sex or
long-term relationship?"

"Both."

"You fucken little horn dog!" I laughed.  "And how's that going for you?"

"Not well," he giggled.  Only you lately."

"Hmmm, and is that what you want, is it?"  He looked at me shyly and
muttered, "Yes.  We have before."

"Yep we have and I've told Keith about it.  I'll admit there's been times
I've though about it.  Lots of times.  I think you're sexy and have a great
body and most important for me, a hell of an interesting mind.  But I'm
totally gone for Keith.  I think about sex with other guys, but then I
remember what I've got.  That stops me.  But you haven't answered my
question.  If you still have it hard for Jess, would I be second best?"
Darryl looked awkward and could only nod yes.

"There you go.  So we'd both be seconds.  Silver not gold," I joked.

"I wouldn't mind.  Anyway, isn't that what everyone settles for.  My mum
and dad settled for seconds when they split.  Or at least mum seems to.  So
it really wouldn't matter if I was second best.  I'd be happy."

"Maybe at first, but later.  What then?  What if Keith wanted to have sex
with me?  How would you feel about that?"

"How would you feel if Jess did the same?"  I had no answer to that.

"Well, it's all moot really isn't it?  It is what it is and that's pretty
much that."

"I just thought.... Well it's Christmas and..."  He grabbed me and kissed
me on the lips, really passionately.  The kid had been practising!  Letting
me go, he looked away not sure what my reaction would be.  "Merry Christmas
Darryl." I returned the kiss.

Darryl had never indicated he was hurting.  It was the first time he had
ever opened up to me about his parents.  Being Christmas Eve, he should
have been happy as.  He wasn't.  Darryl looked so forlorn.  All sad and
lonely.  I couldn't help myself, taking him in my arms and hugging him
tight.  He broke down.

Pulling him down on the couch, I held him in my arms till he calmed,
caressing him and nestling my face against his neck.  Shouldn't have done
that!  I could feel him boning and there was no way I could hide the lump
in my shorts.  Darryl responded in kind, kissing my neck and ears, anywhere
he could get his lips.  His hand slid under my tee, tracing around my
nipples, squeezing them occasionally and caressing my chest and tum.  He
made me tingle and twitch as he paused and traced around the scar on my
tum.  Then he slipped his warm fingers under the band of my shorts, teasing
the tip of my dick.  His fingers must have been getting slimy as I was
leaking precum like a sieve.

Out came his hand and pushing my shorts below my knees I did the rest,
shucking them off.  I slipped my tee off as Darryl slid himself down to my
midriff and took me in his hot, wet mouth.  OMG, he felt like a vacuum on
power suck.  In short time he had me gasping and crying out in ecstasy.  I
had to push hard on his shoulders to get him off, as I didn't want this to
end too soon.  I wanted to do the same to him.

I undressed him; my dick bobbing around leaving a silvery smear anywhere it
touched my sexy friend.  Darryl was alternately stroking and licking it
whenever his mouth got close enough to it.  I gazed at his long-limbed,
subtly tanned, lithe, naked body.  A pale band emphasized the space between
his cute inny and mid thigh, where the sun hadn't reached.  He was
beautiful and exciting and I loved this guy.  In different circumstances...

Kissing my way from his ears to his inny, I spread his legs wide and dived
on him, slurping him as deep as I could.  Darryl gasped, cried out and
arched upwards, thrusting his throbbing slim spear further into my throat,
making me gag.  That set the tone and what followed can only be described
as a suck-fest.  Thank God our dicks are attached strongly otherwise, I'd
have sucked his right off!

Darryl was bucking and moaning and in between, trying to suck me.  I
helped, lowering my dripping dick into his gaping mouth, feeling it close
tightly around my knob.  Oh the feel of that incredible suction as he drew
me in deeper and deeper.  The only sound our pleasure moans and the wet
sucking and slurping as we mutually feasted on each other's sweet meat!  I
came first, spraying Darryl with my sticky goo in an over his mouth and
face.  That sent Darryl into spasms tensing and bending his body into an
impossible arc, frenzied shuddering spewing his sweet cum down my throat.
Even if I hadn't wanted his juice, and I did, I had no choice, as he pushed
himself deep.  I let him.  Wow!  What a guy.

Coming up for air, (and clear our throats) we lay face-to face on the
couch, gently touching each other.  I'd have loved him to stay the night
but knew he couldn't.  Probably a good thing given our passion play,
regardless of how good it felt, because I'd have wanted to go further.
That would have aggravated my guilty confusion.

Wary of the time, reluctantly, we rose and dressed each other.  I pulled
his boxers up to his knees, pausing to cup his almost hairless balls in my
hand, caressing his soft dick, slipping his skin back.  He really did have
a perfect penis and of all the ones I'd played with, the second most
interesting. I told him that and he giggled.  "Second in everything eh?
I'll take that anytime."  I really didn't want to let him go.  As Darryl
walked out the door, after assuring me he'd take care on his bike, (it was
getting dark), he paused.  Turning and hugging me, he whispered, "I hope
there's a chance for us.  I really do."  Hmm, I thought.  Complications.

Christmas Day, I couldn't get to the farm fast enough!  Just another
Christmas Day, like all the other except I was going to spend it with my
new family, all of them!  The first time I'd ever had anything like a dad
and a sister, as well as mums to celebrate with, not to mention THE most
important person in my life!

Sarah was off her face with impatience, waiting to destroy hours of careful
wrapping. I wondered what Keith might have for me.  I knew what I had for
him, and only one thing could be wrapped!  So, with all the gettin and
givin there was a lot of excitement, a lot of pretended surprise and a lot
of laughing.  You'd have been excused if you thought Keith and I had
colluded over our pressies to each other; vouchers!  Vouchers for clothes
from Rebel Sports and North Beach.

I had something else in my pocket.  Something I'd planned for months, long
before my off-road biking.  Before I could give it, a small box
materialised in Keith's hand.  No card, no writing.  In side, a silver dog
tag locket on a silver box chain.  It was beautiful in it's simplicity.  No
engraving just 925 stamped on the back.  For its thickness, it felt light
in my hand, the chain heavier.  I knew there had to be more to this
treasure.  Keith gently took it from my hands saying, "Look Zebby." Opening
it, he laid it back in my hand.  Inside were two small photos I recognised
immediately.  One, the two of us in the paddling pool, the other, the two
of us at the dinning table.  I could only stare at it.  A teardrop landed
on my wrist, encouraging me to turn away so as not to embarrass myself if I
began blubbing.

Keith hugged me, took the locket from my hand and hung it round my neck.
"It's for us Zebby.  We'll be together forever. "  Then he wiped the tears
from my eyes. Naturally, mum wanted to have a look at it.  It took some
effort to unlock the chain, Keith coming to my aid again.  And, after a mum
mauling of my treasure, Sarah, Debbie and Greg all had to have their turn.
Greg carefully wiped it before he placed it back around my neck.

Turning to Keith, I say, "I have this," and handed him a soft, black, satin
bag.  Undoing the drawstring, he tipped a pounamu (greenstone jade) pendant
into his hand.  Deep green, it was a rectangular adze head with a sharpened
bottom edge.  The top bound by a crisscrossing, thin, woven black strand
leading off to form the necklace.  On the back, two engraved koru
symmetrically opposed, just touching at the head.  Following tradition, it
had been washed in the local creek, blessed and hung overnight in a native
tree, to give it positive energy or spirit.

Keith hefted in his hand, turning it over and rubbing his finger over the
smooth surface.  He was lost for words!  All he could do was wrap his arms
around me in a mighty bear hug.  "Thanks Zebby.  This is special.  And
whispering right against my ear, "I love you Buddy.  I've got one more
pressie for you, but later."

"Me too," I responded.

The rest of the day was spent in a whole heap of dumb-arse games, which I
loved, and a leisurely light lunch.  Big Christmas eats were happening at
dinner.  I was keen to get out on the bikes, but Greg and mum felt not yet.
That was the only downer of the day.

We all pitched in and did our bit to get dinner ready; all the usual
trimmings, salads and BBQ followed by the most important food group,
desert.  Stuffed, we sat around afterwards watching lame-arse TV shows.  I
didn't mind a bit.  I had my mum and my family, everything was good!  I was
keen to get to bed though, as was Keith.  Mum was also staying the night.
So, as the rents had started at lunch and continued through dinner, they
were all pretty sleepy and a little bit shited.  Good!  Hopefully they'd go
sound asleep and not hear any bumping in the night!

And bumping there was!  I was prepared to let Keith do as he wanted with
me.  I was his!  Part of my reasoning because I felt I had cheated on him
so needed him to punish me, I guess.  What I got was a loving and tender
coupling that let us once again demonstrate our love for each other.  The
only difficulty, keeping our voices low.

Afterwards, as we always seemed to do, we talked.  I could have, and maybe
should have told Keith about Darryl before we got active.  Somewhere
between his hand slowly stroking my neck and mine tracing around his face I
told him about Darryl's hopes for him and I.  Keith rolled on top of me and
began laughing.  That wasn't quite what I expected and my puzzlement was
obvious to him.

"Yeah. Of course he does.  That's been plain to see for months.  Look.  I
don't have a problem with you and Darryl hooking up.  Shit Zebby, haven't
we both already?  What's stopping you? "

"You."

"Don't you dare use me as an excuse.  You've been on at me that I should
hook up with girls.  How is that different from this?  If you're so certain
I should do that to make sure I know what I want, shouldn't you as well?
Well, Darryl might make you certain.  Don't you owe that to yourself?  Come
on Zebby, what's fair for me must be fair for you."

"I'm not threatened by you getting jiggy with Darryl. How is that a threat
to us?  You tell me that you love me and always will and I believe you.
So, make him happy.  The only thing though, tell me, cause you can bet
you're hot arse, I'll be telling you.  It's a different thing if it's with
someone else, Andrew for instance, even Jess.  I'd be a bit hurt.  And
especially when you're down south.  If you want to, go hard.  But if you
think I'd be upset, then yes I would.  It's one thing for Darryl, but not
someone I don't know.  We have a deal."

"This thing," grabbing my hand and wrapping it round his dick and smiling
his wicked smile, "Is the only one going up that!" And he slapped my arse
making me jump.  "Got it!  Your arse is mine, literally.  And mine is
yours.  You're my boy, and I'm yours.  But I don't have a problem with you
and Darryl.  Occasionally anyway."

"We have an agreement, remember.  So no more worrying about this, cause if
it's good for me to shag someone else, it's only right that you should be
able to as well.  What's good for me is good for you.  That's fair Zebby,
isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess.  But I feel a bit guilty going behind your back."

"Fuck sake Zeb.  Get over it.  I'm not upset.  You expected me to stop
feeling guilty about that shit at school.  What's the difference here?
Listen to your own words numb-scull.  If you want to feel guilty, go for
it.  That's your baggage.  I'll lose mine if you lose yours.  Deal?"

"Deal."

 "So," goes Keith hesitating.  "So I guess I should come clean then.  Jess
and I got off in the barn once."

"Yeah I know."

"How'd you know?  "Did he tell you?" Keith says surprised.

"Nope!  You did."

"What?  No I didn't.  I was to scared to."  I cracked up at that.

"What the fuck's so funny, dip shit?"

"You, you goat.  You were feeling guilty about that, were you?" I laughed.

"Oh, yeah.  I see your point.  Anyway.  When did I tell you?  Fucked if I
remember."

"The day after I legged it home.  You were too upset for only gettin a
serve from your dad.  I guessed you'd been up to something with Jess."

"Oh, so you only suspected then."

"Yeah, but I was right, though."  No answer from Keith.

"What was he like?  Like at home?"

"Holy shit Zeb, he's fucken mad when it comes to shagging.  He actually
bucked me right off.  I was hanging on so tight, I almost forgot what we
were there for.  I'm not too sure about ever going there again.  Sonny can
deal with his needs.  He's just too out there."

"Yeah, he's a bit wild, but you gotta admit he's fun.  You did want to find
out.  Now you know.  We all got our needs."

"Yeah and I got some now!  Get your arse over here Gayboy."

"God, you're so romantic.  How can a boy resist that?"  And we went back
for round two.

After Boxing Day Jess and Darryl went away with their families.  Mum had no
holidays as she had used them while I was in hospital, so I spent most of
my time at the farm. I was curious why Keith wasn't going away.  It became
clear a couple of days before New Year when John arrived from Aussie.  I
was really pleased to finally meet him.  We spent a lot of time chatting
about my dad, John telling me about what he got up to as a kid.  John said
from what he'd heard about me, I sounded just like my dad.  Spontaneous,
jump first and ask later.

We took John and Greg to our water hole.  I don't know who were the biggest
kids, those two or Keith and I.  But it was a great day fanging about in
the water together.  In a nod to modesty, we left our boxers on, but both
the oldies knew full well, that wasn't the usual dress code!  Didn't matter
really as we stripped off on the rocks and dried in the sun.  I was a
little miffed when Greg and John had a whispered conversation.  I couldn't
hear them fully, but I did catch, "Yep! Just like his father."  Then they
laughed.  Fuckers I thought.  I know what you're on about.

New Year was a hoot.  All the four old friends were together.  Mum was
staying as well.  It was great to see them sharing memories with each
other.  Mum looked especially happy.  Naturally there was sadness too.  As
the afternoon wore on, they became more and more shited.  Keith and I took
the opportunity to take the bikes out around four.  I cleared it with mum
and Greg just in case, and slurring both insisting to be safe an "don't do
any stupid thing" Yeah right!  Look who's talking I'm thinking.  Gunna make
midnight you reckon?  I just nodded and smiled.  Yes mum. Yes dad and
rolled my eyes to Keith.  He chuckled trying not to laugh.  John offered to
come with us but I quickly deflected that!  What I had in mind wasn't for
him to see.

Off we went!  I was being careful, though fanged it up the race.  First
stop, the barn.  No more square bales, just machinery and farm supplies.
It felt lonely, not what it used to.  I thought about having a shag against
the wall, but it just wasn't the same.  Back on our bikes, we rode up to
the tops.  I loved it up there, the view, the peace and mostly, the
privacy!

As I leant on a large rock, looking out over the plains below, Keith
pressed against my back, resting his face against my neck.  I rubbed
against him.  That's all it took.  Leaning against that rock, my shorts
around one ankle, legs spread, his shorts gathered around both, I was
fucked!  We were totally into pleasure mode, his!  Keith was in control and
I was his submissive bottom.  As he vigorously thrust, I pushed back.  Yeah
there was some pain and I was a little worried, but oh my God, was it
incredibly lustful.  And that's all it was.  Pure lust.  I did wonder how
I'd explain my grazed knees though.

Afterwards, as he is, Keith was contrite.  Very concerned he'd hurt me.
Well he had, a bit.  But it was my choice.  I had to convince him again, it
was what I wanted, and liked occasionally.  He knew full well what was
coming later.  That was the balance.  Rough fuck, gentle love play.

Getting back about five thirty, we helped prep for the last formal meal of
2015.  Mum was very happy and had a glowing blush on her cheeks.  I've
never seen her pissed, but she was on her way that night.  All of them
were.  We sat to a BBQ dinner that all of us had some input into.  The
night progressed and at midnight, Greg poured six shots of whisky and one
of juice.  As the clock struck 12, we tossed them down, mine all but coming
up again.  OMG it burnt!  Shortly after that, Keith and I put Sarah to bed,
and Keith and I went as well.

We began 2016 locked in a lovers embrace, pleasuring each other with our
mouths.  Then we took turns slipping gently, (and quietly) into each other.
Keith chose to impale himself on me as I layback watching him.  The look of
shear pleasure in my friends face as he bounced up and down my slippery
shaft, always brought me to a knee knocking, body shaking cum.  Afterwards,
laying face down, Keith revisited my battered hole, careful not to cause me
more discomfort, soothing me with his warm sticky cream.  I would do
anything for this guy and happy to do so.

Lunch New Years day and another BBQ.  Bangers and burgers.  Greg and John
didn't look to good and I noticed Debbie and mum were drinking a lot of
water.  As usual, too many sausys were cooked so Greg tries to encourage us
to eat up.  Mum pipes up saying, "I always had trouble getting Zeb to eat
his sausage. He'd rather play with it.  I think he didn't like them." That
was it, Keith, Greg and John all roared with laughter.

"He does now."  Keith goes causing further riot.

"Yeah, but only if they're fresh and warm." I add.

"So Zebby, not into cheesy ones then?"  Greg chips in ramping up the
laughter.

Mum suddenly clicks.

"Oh my God.  You guys are so dirty.  That's not funny."

"Yes it is," goes John.

"Would you like your sausy squeezed between some buns, son," Greg asks
innocently with that wicked smile across his face.

"Too late Greg.  Already had it."  I answer.

Keith chokes and spits his drink over his meal.  Greg and John look at each
other and just cracked up.

Mum gasps, "Oh my God. Zeb!  Stop it.  You're just as bad as these idiots."

"Here Zebby, you probably need this," Goes Greg throwing a mustard sauce
bottle to me."  That wiped the smile of Keith and my faces.  I gave mum an
accusing look.  She blushed.

The shame of it.  Keith and I didn't know where to look.  That only made
Greg laugh more.  Fuckers!  You'll get yours I'm thinking.  That set the
tone for the day.  Just one big happy fun day.

The parents, (John included), had decided to make a sort of pilgrimage.  On
the 2nd Jan at breakfast Greg took me aside and asked if I would be OK to
go with them to the site of dads crash.  I wasn't sure how I felt about
that.  It seemed a macabre thing to do, but also maybe a way to lay some
ghosts.  My hesitation was noted.  Greg told me it would be OK if I didn't.
"No, I'll go.  Can Keith come too?  I think I'd be OK if he was with me."
Keith was as troubled as I was and asked me, "Why there?  Why not your dads
grave?"  I had no answer.  I asked Greg why not the grave.  His answer,
"You need to ask your mum Zebby."

I dug my toes in this time.  "No Greg!  I'm asking you.  Don't do this to
me again."

He thought about it then said, "Give me a moment."  I saw him talk briefly
to mum.  She covered her mouth and nodded.  I could see she was upset.
Greg came back with John.  "Lets go outside Zebby."  I insisted Keith come
too.

John did most of the explaining.  Just when I thought I'd had all the body
shocks about my dad, I got another one.  As John told it, when dad was
about my age, his dad went ballistic and kicked him out of home cause he
was caught with John in bed together.  As a result, dad alternately stayed
at Greg and John's house until he could afford to live independently.  The
rift got worse when mum became pregnant.  When the crash happened, the
resulting grief caused a complete breakdown and neither parent wanted to
see mum ever.  As far as John understood, dad's parents don't know anything
about me.

There was a memorial service for dad that his friends attended, but his mum
had demanded that dad's body be taken back to his home and buried.  Neither
Greg or John knew where, and mum didn't either.  Neither of them knew if
dad's parents were still alive.  Given their reaction to dad, I didn't
think they'd be interested in meeting me if they were.

"So you see Zebby, the only thing we can do is visit the crash site.  None
of us have ever actually visited together and we'd like to.  We thought you
might like to come with us."  I was stunned and speechless.  Greg
understood my confusion.  "I don't know why we never told you this before
Zeb.  We should have."  I could only nod.  At least I knew why I'd never
been taken to dads grave.

The crash site was about two and a half hours drive away.  Not that far
really.  I think it was a good thing to do.  Mum and I planted two white
crosses.  I had trouble using the hammer due to tears.  All of us did.
Keith helped me.

I don't know what I expected.  It was just a simple bend, nothing too
severe, on an ordinary country road, in a typical rural setting.  Now there
are two white crosses marking the spot.  Mum crying her heart out broke my
heart and seeing my dads name on one cross and my twin brother's on the
other, made me break down too.  Despite never ever knowing dad, the whole
horrible event hit me.  I sobbed.  Keith hugged me for comfort, as Debbie
consoled mum, as we all huddled in a group.

The trip back was very subdued.  I vowed to myself I would find my dad and
visit him.

The rest of John's visit was spent in fun and partying.  He pressed me to
come and visit him and I was up for that.  When though, I have no idea.
John left on the 6th, the day Darryl came back.  By then I was down to one
stick, and sometimes none if mum wasn't around.

I only had two more weekends left.  Keith was regularly staying over and
going to work from my place, when it worked with mum's schedule.  I think
both of us were subconsciously trying to get as much sex with each other as
we could.  We'd certainly been grabbing every opportunity when it arose.
Quick blowjobs in bedrooms, the lounge, bathrooms, out on the farm and in
implement sheds.  Anywhere we could actually.  Maybe we felt desperate.

We caught up with Darryl on one of the two weekends remaining.  Sunday was
a warm day so off to our water hole we went.  The warmth of the day and the
magic of the place, cast its special spell over us.  Soaking up the heat
from the rocks after our swim began a grope session.  We played mouth tag
with each other.  I particularly liked it when Keith and I teamed up and
dealt to Darryl's sweet, slim, stick!  Darryl was keen to take us deep,
even trying to fit both our throbbing cocks into his very stretched mouth.
Lying on those hot rocks, the three of us got our rocks off, painting each
other and the rocks with jets of jizz.

Darryl stayed the night with us.  Mum was on her last early shift and as
soon as she was gone, we got busy.  We tried any position we thought would
work to get and give pleasure.  We double tagged Darryl as he eagerly let
us fill both his hot holes.  Keith impaled himself on me as he had Darryl
sit on him.  For a while that felt good, but their combined weight began to
be too much for my hip.  I loved the feel of being buried deep in Keith as
he slowly slid his length in and out of Darryl.  I just held on and let him
do the rest.  I got a forceful shag from Keith as I penetrated Darryl.  In
turn, Darryl enjoyed fucking the two of us alternately, finally squirting
his stuff over both of us.  A shared shower with Darryl sandwiched between
us, brought him close to cuming as we rubbed against him.  We were focused
on having fun with Darryl.  And oh boy, did we have fun!  I don't think
Darryl was disappointed.

All that shagging had made us hungry.  Anyway, we needed to rest up a bit.

As we lounged around naked, sitting on the couch together, fiddling with
Darryl's bits, we gave his joint, a joint seeing to.  I loved the feel of
Keith's tongue touching mine as we serviced Darryl's shining purple head,
between our lips.  Sucking in a nad each, our hands stroking and probing
him, meeting together and sliding our wet mouths up and down his pulsing
shaft, we did our best to maximise his pleasure.  We were rewarded with
another tense spasm, as he convulsed and throbbed out small creamy blobs.
Ah ha, I'm thinking, nearly drained.  He'll sleep well tonight, if we let
him.  Darryl needed to rest after that and as Keith had work next day, we
went up to bed.  Throwing the cover into some semblance of tidiness, we
crawled in.  It wasn't long before we fell into a deep, pleasant sleep.

Darryl woke me in the early hours of the morning with his roving mouth.
Keith must have woken too, but I wasn't aware until he began caressing me.
He whispered in my ear, "Make love to me Zebby."  No need to ask me that
again.  Gently pushing Darryl off me, I kissed him and rolled towards
Keith.  Keith gave Darryl the lube, and he did the pre work.  After our
shagging earlier, Keith was still tender.  Darryl made sure not to cause
him any discomfort as he slid one, then two fingers gently inside my lover.
Three were a bit much and made Keith tense and clamp shut.  Once ready,
Darryl helped me by positioning my slippery rod at Keith's entrance and
Keith did the rest, slowly pushing against me.  Once my head had popped in,
the rest was a slow, steaming hot slide to ecstasy.

I always love the sensational feel of Keith's bum tube gripping me. Holding
him in my arms, feeling the heat from his beautiful body, flushed face and
dilated eyes, hot breathy soft moans stimulating both my face and ears, the
pulsing of his heart against my chest, feeling his pulse through my dick
gripped and massaged by his bum.  Oh My God, nothing is more exciting or
stimulating.  I often find it hard not to explode right at that initial
moment.

Both of us reached out to Darryl drawing him against us.  Three bodies in
sexual heat.  Wow!  All that energy could've lit a small town!  We kissed
Darryl.  Keith placed his hand around Darryl's bone, urging him to slide it
between us.  The feel of his heat against my tum, and his soft murmurs of
pleasure as my movements massaged his steel-hard bone, excited me further.

Long slow strokes in and out brought soft moans and sighs from Keith.
Three tongues and pairs of lips meeting and touching.  We licked and
nibbled on each other as we came to a pleasurable, sticky ending.  Darryl
squirting his sticky, warm goo between us.

We lay together, holding onto each other, not wanting to separate.  I think
we sensed it was probably the last time we'd be joined like this for a fair
while, if at all.  With my uncle's arrival, Keith working, finding time to
spend in each other's arms would be harder.

Uncle Jim and my cousin Jake arrived on 14th Jan.  I was surprised to see
Jake, as it had been years since we'd seen each other.  Not since was about
five, and only once or twice since he'd moved to Wellington.  Now he was 13
and we'd both be first timers at the same college.  Uncle Jim threw his
arms around me, picking me up and giving me a huge bear hug.

"So you little accident scene.  Comin down to live with us, huh.  Jake's
been looking forward to that."

"Yeah." I squeezed out.  "Good to see you Uncle Jim.  How're ya doing
Jake?"

Over coffee mum mentioned briefly she'd thought about moving down as well.
Jim gave her a quick look as did I, but neither of us said anything at the
time.  Coffee done, mum showed Jim and Jake to the spare room.  I stayed at
the table, tooling around with my mug.  Mum came back and noticed I was
brooding.

"You all right Zeb?"

"Yeah mum.  Just thinking."

"About...what Zebby.  You don't have to go.  You know that don't you?"

"I do mum and you know why.  Why are you thinking about moving?  This is
our home.  This is where all our friends are.  I don't want you to move
down there."

"It was just an idea.  I thought it might be better for us.  You mightn't
want to come back."

"No way!  This is where we live mum!"

"Look.  Lets discuss this later."  I cut her off.  "Nothing to discuss mum.
We live here, I'm not moving.  I'm going to live here. That's that!"  Our
guests came back and shut down any other comment.  Probably best as I was
getting a bit wound up.

After we'd got past the greetings and medical reports and coffee and such,
I caught up with Jake.  Shit he could talk fast.  I only got part of what
he was saying.  It crossed my mind he'd be a good match for Darryl.  We
spent an hour or so chatting away about what we'd been up to and my move
south.

I took Jake down to the cafe, got us a drink and went over to the reserve.
I asked him how his brother was.

"What!  That boofhead!  Why'd you wanna know about that dick?"  Jake was
clearly disturbed and his vehement response stunned me.

"Jesus, buddy.  Only asking.  What's up with him?"

"He's a mean bastard.  Always tying to stir me up and shit on me with dad
and mum.  I'm sick of the shit.  Wish he'd just fuck off and live somewhere
else.  At least he only comes home on weekends."

"So he's not living at home then?"

"Nah.  With his dad.  He rocks up about twice a month to see mum and give
me the shits.  You'll meet him no doubt.  He knows you're coming down and
made some shitty comments to me already.  Good luck with the prick Zeb!"

"Eh?  With his dad?  Isn't your dad his?"

"Nope!  His dad did the dirty on mum and they split.  Mum and dad hooked up
and here we are.  Boofhead went and lived with his dad when he was about
twelve.  He's been a mean shit to me all my life.  But he does it when
nobody sees, so mum and dad don't always believe me."  That gave me
something to think about.  What the fuck was I about to move into, I
thought.

We sat there quietly enjoying the scenery.  Jake asked about fishing. I
told him where and how go fishing.  That led to reminiscing about the times
Jim would take both of us fishing off the wharf or out in his boat and how
he'd taught me to fish.  Jake actually remembered a lot of it.  We laughed
about stupid things we did when we were little kids and generally caught up
nearly eight years of Life.  I censored the personal details of the past
four years.

Out of the blue, Darryl popped up.  I was pleased to see him.  Darryl
though, was clearly more interested to know who the stranger was!  Was he
being protective or curious I wondered.

"Hey Darryl.  How're you doing?  This is my little cousin Jake."  Jake
thumped me.

"Less of the little and don't start doin Boofhead shit either."  Well, he
was smaller.  His head came to chin.  "Sorry Jake.  My cousin."  Jake was
sensitive.  Need to watch that I think.

Darryl laughed.  "Hey Jake.  Good to meet you."  That got Darryl into
overdrive and off he went.  Bugger me if Jake didn't keep up.  Holy shit
could they talk!  I left them too it and went and got ice creams for us.
They were still gabbing off when I got back.  A thought did cross my mind
about what they had talked about.  But knowing Darryl, It wouldn't have
been personal stuff.  It was great to see them get on so well.

We went back home, Darryl in tow and of course same thing.  Darryl does the
inquisition with Jim.  Jim certainly showed patience.  Jake asked me if we
could go up to the swimming hole. I gave Darryl a look, he smiled and I
wondered what his agenda might be.  I said, "Weekend maybe if the weather
is right.  It's too late now and the sun will have gone.  We can head up
the creek though if you like."  That decided, off we go, Jim as well.

As we walked up the track, Darryl and Jake ahead, Jim commented about how
talkative Darryl is.  I laughed and said, "Yeah.  We get used to it and
mostly switch off.  But Jake can sure talk too.  He'll be a good match for
Darryl."  Jim laughed, "You can say that again.  Jake gets really chatty
when he excited.  He's not shut up since he knew we were coming up.  He's
really excited to see you again Zeb."  Hmm, that's nice I thought.

The swimming hole I took them to was the same one I took Keith to that
first day almost a year ago.  No swimming, but it got both Jim and Jake
interested in coming back.  Jake was impressed with the bush and creek
telling me there was nothing like this close to where he lived.  I could
see this was his kind of place.  We'd get along famously.

Friday Jim took the two of us around the peninsular visiting places as I
directed them.  Had to beat off the rest of the tourists but Jake got to
visit a few famous places, one he recognised from the Narnia series films.
We had swim at a surf beach, which got both Jim and Jake excited.  They
decided they wanted to come again with my surfboards.  Jess came back
Friday as well.

Keith came and stayed for my last weekend.  Saturday all of us, my three
friends and Jake, went up to the swim hole.  None of us thought about
covering up.  So when we got there, we realised Jake may not be happy with
out dress code.  Nothing!  We stood around somewhat shy, until Darryl just
stripped of and leapt in.  Well, that settled it.  Jess and Keith followed,
but Jake was obviously dubious.  I told him naked was a choice and that he
didn't need to get nude.  We always did, as that's just what we'd done for
years.  Then I stripped and leapt.

We were fanging about in the pool, a sudden slash told us Jake was in.
Darryl, the dirty bugger, spent a lot of time diving and searching for
stones!  We did the usual, jumping off the rock ledge.  As the cold water
drove its chill into us, we decided to warm up on the rocks.  Sitting
there, soaking up the warmth, we watched Jake shivering his bits off still
in the water.  "You'll freeze in there if stay much longer", we called down
to him.

"Aren't you getting back in?" he replied.

"Later, maybe.  We're cold."

`He's shy," says Darryl.

"And you know this how?"  I ask.

"I could see when I was diving under."

"Oh.  So you were looking at stones.  See any you liked?"  I teased.
Darryl blushed.

Reluctantly, probably driven by coldness, Jake climbed up to us, trying to
keep his junk covered with one hand.  It wasn't easy, as the climb up
really needs you to use two hands.  Never the less he made it.  We were all
sitting there, legs stretched out, everything on show.  Poor Jake didn't
know where to look.  That said, I noticed he took quick furtive looks,
checking us out when he thought we didn't see.  I couldn't blame him
really.  We all did have quite different interesting dicks.

"Do you guys always swim in the nude?"  He asked.

"Up here we do.  We always have."

"Don't you feel weird about it?"

"Nope.  Do you?"

No, but I've never done this before. I've only been naked in change rooms
and then with a towel round me.  You know how it is."

"Are you upset by it Jake?"

"No, not really.  It's just...it's, umm feels good but weird too."

"It did for us too.  We don't swim any other way up here.  Saves washing.
Not when others are here though.  We just forgot you might be shy about it.
I'm sorry if we shocked you."

"No.  Not really.  But..."

"But what."

He leant over and really, really quietly whispered, "I'm embarrassed.  I
can't get up."  Not clicking I asked, "Oh.  Why?"  Jake ummed and ahhed and
finally, red faced as said, "I'm boned," and then quickly added, "But I'm
not gay or anything," I could have laughed but considering his utter
embarrassment, bit my tongue to stop myself.  I managed to get out, "No
probs, we all do too.  It's no big thing.  Embarrassment some time does
that.  When you can, jump back in.  That's sure to make it soft!"  And
winked at him.

The others jumped in.  Darryl was a little chubbed as he squeezed past Jake
and I.  Jake noted that.  "See, I told you it happens.  Nothing to worry
about.  How bout we jump in.  Sun's starting to go so it'll get quite cool
soon."  Hopping up, Jake tries to cover, but a very stiff penis popped out
from under his hands.  I shouldn't have looked but, well I'm interested in
dicks.  His reminded me of Sonny.  Thin, short and completely covered by
his foreskin.  Running to the edge, he bombed the others.  I joined them.

We had a big family BBQ that night.  Almost a farewell party, but no one
was calling it that.  Later, with Jim and Jake below us, Keith and I had to
be very quite with what we got up to.  Where there's a will there's a way
so it's said and we certainly had the will.  We satisfied each other in
ways we had become quite proficient at, touching all those hypersensitive
alphabet spots that sent such incredible zings and tingles shooting through
our pleasure wracked bodies

Keith had to go home on Sunday as mum was back on nights so no easy
transport to work.  He talked Greg into coming for lunch and go to the
swimming hole.  All of us went.  Boxers were kept on this time.  Seven of
us fanging and splashing around in that pool, nearly filled it up.  The
rocks only held four, five at the most comfortably, so lying in the sun was
on a first come first serve basis.

Greg and I were sitting there, enjoying the sun on our backs, legs dangling
over the edge, watching the others splashing and having horse fights.
Keith was trying to splash us.  Fool I thought.  We're too high!

Greg commented, "You two are going to miss each other."

"Yeah."  I thought for a while and asked him, "Do you think we ever get
what we really want in life?"  He looked at me, thought and replied,
"That's an off the wall question Zeb.  What makes you ask?"  I stared at
the water for a while.  "If Keith and I..." I paused, "Will I...?'

"What are you trying to say son?" Greg asked kindly.

"Will I be welcome at your place if Keith and I go separate ways?"

"What?"  Real surprise in his voice.  "Why would you ever think that Zeb?
You're my boy as much as Keith is and you'll always be welcome at home.
Never ever think you won't.  What made you think that?"

"I think Keith and I will always be friends, but he will find someone else.
He'll find the right girl and I hope he does.  It's what he really wants
deep down."  Greg was silent.  Then softly said, "Yes I think you're right
Zeb.  He does.  But never think you or your partner won't be welcome.  In
fact, I think you'll be a regular at home.  I have plans for you, if you
want.  And you're right.  You and Keith will be friends and more.  You'll
both find the time to be with each other.  I know you will."  Perhaps it
was a bit rude of me but I asked, "Did you and John?"  Greg's head shot up,
he looked at me hard, then his features softened into a huge smile.  "You
cheeky little shit!  What do you think?"

"Yes."

"Well, you may be right.  But I'm not saying.  I don't ask about the noise
coming from Keith's room late at night, do I?"  I don't think he needed the
sun's warmth anymore.  My shame would have been enough to heat him.  He
grabbed me in his arms, laughed his bits off and kissed me on the head.
"Little bastard.  That's a ducking offence," and lifting me up, he threw me
in the pool, jumping in after me.

By the time we got out and changed, we were well and truly shrivelled.  No
need for modesty, we were in a hurry to get clothed and warm.  There was a
lot of chitchat among the others as we walked back.  Keith and I hung back,
just enjoying the place and being with each other, saying little.  This was
another step to departure.  We arranged that he would come back on
Wednesday and stay until I left.

The next two days were spent with Jake and sometimes Darryl, fishing in my
little boat, up the creek being little kids again, messing about at the
beach and so on.  Tuesday, Jim and the two of us went surfing.  Jake the
little shit, was great.  I demonstrated my skills at face planting.
Naturally, none of the encouragement I got from my rellies made any sense,
as I couldn't understand what they were saying through their laughter.

The week was going fast.  The last three days were spent getting my gear
packed for the trip south.  The only night Keith and I had alone was
Wednesday as Jim and Jake had gone to Auckland to catch up with friends.
Mum and I spent the day together.  I think we needed to.  She took me to
the gym, did stuff while I worked out went swimming.  I caught up with mum
at her favourite coffee shop, putting up with the gossip her friends had to
share with mum, and for some strange reason, me.  As if I was interested.
Still, it filled in time.

At home, mum stuck her nose into what I should take and what I didn't need.
I let her and packed what I wanted anyway.  We sat on my bed and talked
about stuff, what my plans were after Wellington, any long-term goals.  The
subject of moving came up and I was adamant she shouldn't telling her I
would be back and that Greg had a possible job idea for me anyway.  I think
I persuaded her not too.

After dinner and more mindless TV, Keith and I went to bed.  He was tired
so I just held him close and caressed his everywhere until he drifted off
to sleep, which didn't take long.

Thursday, last day, Keith at work, mum doing mum stuff at home, I'm very
restless.  About 11 I tell mum I'm going up the bush for a bit.  Last
chance really for a while.  She says the obligatory "Be safe."  I go yeah,
yeah, yeah under my breath.  Headphones on, Pink Floyd partying in my head,
I make my way to the pool.  Lying on those rocks, listening to my
favourites, (Floyd had worn their fingers to the bone), I'm alternately
singing my heart out and screeching at the sky, trying to rid myself of my
angst, self-pity and melancholy.  Hopefully no one was around, cause I let
out some wild expletives and screeches.

Settling down, I'm singing away when suddenly Jake's head pops up above the
rock ledge.  "WTF" I go, "Where'd you come from?"  I see his lips move,
I've got Green day going off in my head.  Jake indicates the headphones I
lift them off and I hear him yell "Darryl!"  So I have company.

"What you doin here Zeb?" Darryl asks.

"Just chillin.  You?"

"Thought we'd catch up with you.  Ya mum said you were up the bush, so here
we are."

"Anyone swimming?"  Goes Jake as he begins to lift off his tee.  "I will if
you will."

Darryl nods yes and holy shit!  What have we started?  Jake can't get his
gear off fast enough.  Standing there, in all his glory for the world to
see, well us two, not a care in the world.  Fuck me! I think.  Only once
and now he can't keep covered.  Darryl just stares at him, then his gear
flies all over the place. Oh well, might as well join them.  Those two are
in before I've dropped my pants!

The three of us enjoyed a cold, but pleasant swim.  Darryl spent a fair
time diving for stones again.  I'm sitting by the waterfall, Darryl joins
me.  We watch Jake, as he's duck-diving all over the place, his tiny white
arse glinting in the sun.  "What's this sudden interest in stones all of
sudden Darryl?  I ask accusingly.  He just smiles shyly.  "You two seem to
hit if off.  He certainly gives you a run for your money in the talk
stakes.  Fucked if I know what you two can find to gob off about."  Darryl
just laughs.  He presses against me making my side suddenly warm.  I feel
his hand slide over my leg and in towards my groin gently tickling my inner
thigh.  I take him by the arm and pull him into the water.  "Take a breath
Darryl.  I'm going to duck you."  He does, and I do.  Just under the water,
I kiss him on his lips then surface and return to where I was sitting.
Daryl takes up position again.

This time I slide my hand down and around his dick and gently stroke him to
hardness.  Even the cold water couldn't stop what happened next.  In no
time at all, there are thin white strands of pearly white cum floating on
and just under the surface.  Darryl is still catching his breath when I
say, "Hope none of that sticks to Jake?"  Darryl gives a choking cough and
laughs. Hmm, what a pleasant day I'm having I think.

Once Darryl has got his breath back, he tries to blow me under water.
That's too risky as Jake is very likely going to see if he dives anywhere
near us.  So I pull him up and say "Later."  We don't get the chance.

In bed that night, Keith and I make up for missed opportunities and enjoy
each other.  I enjoy the feeling on him sliding himself up and down my
shaft and he enjoys locked together missionary style pumping me full of his
spooge from his very stiff rod!

As usual, talk fest.  Keith asks, "Why do you have to go Zebby?  Why not
stay?"

"You know why buddy. We've been through this."

"But what if..." I shut him down.

"Don't be doing the what if's.  What if nothing changes?  Have you thought
of that?  Look.  No one is like you.  It's you. I'm in love with, your mind
and who you are.  All the physical is icing on a perfect cake; those cute
freckles, your wicked crooked smile, that big fat muscle you have down
here," grabbing his fat, soft cock, "Every thing from your hair to your
toes, and what's inside this," tapping his head, "I'm in love with.  I want
you to know whether it's me you want first and girls after, or girls you
want first and me after.  That's as simple as I can put it.  I won't get in
your way cause I love you two much."

"I know all that.  But why won't you consider having sex with a girl?  How
do you know what you want if you don't, Zeb?"

"I haven't said I won't.  But I don't feel the way about girls as I do
about you, or Darryl or a load of other spunky guys.  Every time I see you
I want to drag you into the bushed and deal to you.  I've never met or seen
a girl I've even thought of doing that to.  Even guys with hot looking
chicks.  It's the guy I'm looking at, not the girl.  That's how I know.
Who do you look at?"  He didn't answer me.  "You know what I mean though."
A slight nod of Keith's head.  "Alright then.  Look Keith, I'm home for
Easter.  I'll be back each term.  I'm planning to have a car by our
birthday.  If that happens, I'm pretty sure I'll look at coming home and
going to plains.  I want you to come down to Wellington.  I hope you'll
Skype me whenever you want or need.  I will."  I waited for a response.

 "Hold me tight Zebby.  All night."  We did.

Friday, away day!  Long goodbyes, especially mum.  Jess came round, hugs
and backslaps and wished he could be going.  I'm putting my backpack in the
boot and see Darryl at the gate.  I beckon him in, but he stays there on
his bike.  I go to him.  He's pretty upset.  He hops of and I pull him
behind the shrubs.  The whole two houses across the road could see me hold
him in my arms and kiss him on the lips.  We hug tight.  You'd think I was
heading for Mars.  "Skype me, txt me, keep in touch.  See you at Easter.
Be safe Darryl and don't forget.  Love ya buddy."  Jake comes down and
shakes his hand.  We leave, stopping at Keith's house to drop him off.
More long goodbyes.  I finally get to Keith.  We hug and don't want to let
go.  I head to the car and just before getting in come back and hug him
again.  "Let me know soon-as if you get hassled by those pricks, especially
Darryl. Promise me."

"What?"

"Promise me.  If you don't understand, talk to your dad. Love you Keith.
Talk to you when I get there."  And we were gone.