Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2016 14:39:26 +1200
From: ben zeb <zebben2014@gmail.com>
Subject: Math Class II: Changes 4

Maths Class Changes 4
(Not necessarily in chronological order)

The drive south was quiet; Jake and his dad in the front and me hunkered
down in the back brooding, headphones clamped on my ears, lost in my music,
texting progress reports to Keith.  The countryside flew past as I
aimlessly watched, giving little heed to where we were.  A familiar bend
caught my eye and looking up, realised where we were.  Too fast, two sad,
lonely crosses leapt into view and fled past.  Quickly sitting up, I
watched out the rear window as they receded into the distance, disappearing
as we rounded a curve.  They seemed to symbolise more than what I had lost
but also, what I was about to.

Lunch at Taupo lifted my spirits and a swim was suggested, but really, all
of just wanted to get home.  We pressed on.  At that time of the year, the
only snow on the three mountains was high and stained with ash from their
volcanoe mouths.  The only notable event to speak of, were the number of
police cars patrolling the high straights on the Desert Road.  It kept
Jim's speed down however.  Another stop to pee at Waiouru in the filthiest
bogs known to mankind and a quick fuel up got us continuing southward.

I was restless by now and cramped despite the back seat all to my self.  My
hip was beginning to ache, as was my shoulder.  Jake suggested changing
spaces, but that would mean another stop and so flagged it, putting up with
my discomfort for the meantime.  Yet another stop at Foxton for yet another
piss and more refreshments.  By now in was late afternoon.  We'd been
travelling for well over six hours.  I don't know how the other two felt,
but I was very keen to get there!  Somewhere!  Just stop moving!

We hit the coast again about an hour later and my spirits lifted.  The
ruggedness of it impressed me and I could only imagine what it must be like
in heavy storms.  The day, sunny with a mild westerly wind, managed to
create fairly large swells that washed over the black, jagged rocks,
sending spray and foam almost over the road.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but I wasn't prepared for the denseness
of population.  Asking, "Are we here?"  I was answered by gentle laughter
from both.  "No Zeb.  This is only Plimmerton.  We've got a fair bit left.
We'll be home in about 30 minutes if the traffic is good."  Oh! There's
more, I think.  Well there was.  Shit loads!  Houses everywhere and
traffic!  OMG, what have I come to?  Truly a country boys view!  As soon as
I asked my question Jake never stopped talking, explaining this and that
and where we were, pointing out the school as we passed and anything else
he was remotely interested in.

The trip had taken the best part of nine hours including rest stops.  I was
tired and cramped and sore and a little grumpy.  That disappeared the
moment I walked into the house.  Jake's mum Gwen was warm and welcoming,
making me feel at home from the get go.  She liked hugging.  I was swamped
as she threw her arms around me, dragging me into her ample bosom and gave
me a huge kiss on the cheek.  A light supper had been arranged and of
course the obligatory questions, a tour of the house, where things were and
so on.  I was ready for bed.  Besides, it gave me a chance to rest my hip.

Now it was time to Skype Keith.  Tucked up in bed, his beautiful face
filling my tablet with a very sad look, all but brought me to tears.  I
missed him!  About ten hours and I wanted to go back home.  I told him so.
His answer, "Then get your arse back here.  I need you."  Fuck!  Don't make
this harder, I'm thinking.  Both of us knew that wasn't going to happen any
time soon.  Keith called out to Greg and he joined in for a short while.

We talked about the trip; I walked them round my room, up the stairs and
through the public spaces of the house and then returned to the bedroom.  I
told them I was pretty tired so Greg said his goodnight, kissed his
fingers, touched the screen, and left us to it.  Keith had other plans.
"Well, get into bed then, and let me watch."  Well I did.  Keith was keen
to see all of me.  We had our first online, `I'll show you mine if you show
me yours' session, which led to a sexy, soothing, sleep-making, mutual
jerk-off, watching each other splatter cum over our tums!  Keith the joker,
always ready with a humorous quip, coined the phrase Skexing.  So we've
been Skexing almost more than we've Skyped over the months I've been away.
Not the ideal, but still fun.

I Skyped mum afterwards.

Next morning, Jake took me on a tour of the house inside and out.  The
house was tucked in with heaps of others in a pleasant burb with lots of
difficultly named streets.  He lived in walking distance of the train
station, which as he explained, was an easy way to school if you don't want
to use the bus.  I could see he was going to inject himself as the official
tour guide, which I confess I had no probs with.

The house, two storied was on the side of a hill, (every house seems to in
Wellington), that had a small view across the harbour.  My bedroom was
downstairs and the one window looked out into a small bushy garden.  At
least the bush gave a sense of home.  Jake's room was upstairs.  We had a
degree of separation and that would be good, as I liked my privacy.  As it
happened, needn't have had stairs at all as Jake spends most of his time in
my room, which has been a problem sometimes.

We spent the weekend checking out the area showing me how and where to get
to school.  I sussed out the nearest pool and gym.  Unfortunately not in
the one centre, but still close enough to home and school.  He took me into
the city, showing local landmarks and such.  We went to the movies,
Spectre, which I was wrapped about, and generally mooched around.  I loved
the harbour and though the hustle and bustle of the city intrigued me, I
was over the number of people!  Wall to wall humans!  Shit, I'll never get
used to that!  After the busyness of the city, the quiet of my bedroom was
a haven.

With both Jim and Gwen at work, Jake and I were left to our own devices.  I
wanted to check out both pool and gym so off we went, by train, to sort
that out.  Though smallish, (not what I expected given we were in our
capital city) they were both far better equipped than the small barn-like
gym and open pool with inflatable winter lid I was used to.  I was also
pleasantly surprised at the relatively low cost of membership and swim
concessions.  We took the opportunity to check out the pool.  That early in
the morning there was plenty of room.  Jake proved to be a very
accomplished swimmer who gave me a run for my money.  Good, someone to
train with.  I was very impressed and told him so.  He blushed deep and
looked very coy.  Hmm, is he shy about his ability or not used to praise.

Next we visited the school.  Though it was Jake's first year there, he was
still quite familiar with it.  Not that he could tell me where my classes
would be, but at least I got a fair idea where things were and that
jump-started my day when we had to confirm our course choices.

We had about ten days to kill before we began the year and that was spent
swimming, prepping for school and touring.  I swam with Jake often, though
went by myself to the gym.  My training was less about recovery, more about
development, using cycle and rowing equipment.  It was the rowing machine
that helped make my first new contact.  I'd noticed this guy over the few
days I'd been coming to the gym and in the change rooms.  He was my age,
toned and well proportioned, not a muscle bound jock, very hot looking, so
of course I noticed him.  I caught him giving me a few looks after
showering while getting dressed.

One day he casually says, "Looks like you've had some fun."  "What?" I go
very surprised.  He must have realised how that sounded, especially in a
change room!  "Oh, shit!  Sorry mate.  I meant your scars."  "Oh, yeah
those.  Had an argument with a boat."  "Fuck!  Not hard to see who won.
How'd you escape the props?"  "I didn't.  Got knocked off the road by a
boat trailer."

That led to a general discussing about how when and where.  We introduced
ourselves.  Michael or Mike turned out to be in my year at the school I was
starting at.  I explained what I was doing, he told me he was a rower and
one thing led to another.  He gave me good tips about how to use the gear
effectively and made up a quick programme for me.  A couple of his rower
mates were also introduced to me so come start day, at least I knew a few
more people other than Jake.  That was the beginning to what became a very
close and open friendship between Mike and I.

Mike also appeared a few times at the pool.  He had another kid with him,
Drew, who Jake knew, that had been in the same primary school soccer Team.
The kid looked like he was 13 but Jake told me was a year 10.  Drew was a
smaller version of Mike and obviously his brother, which Mike confirmed
later.

Over the first few weeks I got a feeling me staying with my rellies had
mutual benefits for all of us.  I got to finish my year 13.  Jake got a
support person and a surrogate brother and Jim and Gwen got a live-in
babysitter when needed.  I never minded any of it really.  Boofhead
apparently was working in Christchurch, so I guess that gave Jake a break,
if what he'd said was correct.

I quickly slipped into a regular routine.  Each morning swimming or the gym
before school, grab breakfast and carry on and join the grind like everyone
else.  Jake accompanied me to the pool, but not the gym.  It never took
long to get back in the swing of school life and I did OK, especially in
English and science.  As I couldn't join in lunch break sports, I
volunteered to help out with tutoring juniors instead.  That got me noticed
by a some seniors who were having problems with assignments.  Mike and a
couple of his rower mates at first, but as it got round, a few others.  I
began to tutor a few students out of school and was earning $30 an hour for
doing so.  Mike asked me if I would help with Drew's English and maths,
which I agreed to

School was large, much bigger than I was used to.  The great thing though,
you could be lost in the crowd.  Naturally there was initial interest in
the new boy in the class, but discussion among class members seemed centred
on who hadn't come back.  I was happy to keep my head down and just get it
done.  I was on a mission to get what I needed as soon as possible.

I tried out for underwater hockey and made the second team, put my name
down for kayak soccer and trialled for the school swim team.  I needed more
practice with Jake, as I never made the cut for the swim team.  There were
outstanding swimmers and a few I reckon will make the international stage
some time soon.  Comments were made about my doing some sports but not
others, especially when it came to running and full contact.  The PE
teachers knew why, but it was sometimes difficult to get others to
understand.  In some ways, that stigmatised me as a wuss.  I didn't give a
shit really.

There were some openly gay students at school, but nobody seemed to gave a
shit!  As well, a gay group drop-in centre at the school, like the one at
my previous one.  I never bothered with it though.  It appeared there was a
more tolerant attitude to gays than I had previously encountered and that
was encouraging.

Keith and I were in contact daily.  We Skyped (or Skexed) about two or
three times a week, usually before we went to sleep.  Sometimes though, we
Skyped if one couldn't sleep, in the early morning hours.  Darryl and Jess
kept in contact, so I had a fairly good idea what was happening at home.
If Keith hadn't told me, and he did, Darryl would've let me know that Keith
was seeing Charlotte a lot, on weekends and sometimes after school.  I was
happy he was and told Darryl that many times.

I noticed Drew was becoming a regular at our morning swims, with or without
his older brother.  After swimming he'd join us in the showers and change
area, and at breakfast sometimes, usually with Mike.  As Jake was a friend,
I never gave it a thought.  I got to know Drew quite well.

I met Evie, a French-Kiwi girl, through my science and English classes.  I
became really good friends.  She is very pretty.  With her long auburn hair
and creamy skin, I could see why guys all but spooged spontaneously when
she smiled or talked to them, especially the juniors.  We became great
friends not just because as we had similar interests in music, art, sport
and such, but also about what we wanted to do after high school.  Her plan
was to go back to France with her friend Kate and work with her father on
his nut farm until uni, where she wanted to be an architect.  Like me, she
was new to the school and was due to return to France in August.  Unlike
me, she was new to the country, only being here for just over a year.

Mostly though, because she sussed me out early.  One day Evie says, "Zeb,
if you're looking for a girlfriend boyfriend thing, forget it.  I'm not
interested."  "Yeah, I know Evie.  I'm not interested in that either.
Never have."  "You have a girlfriend back at your home, nes par?"  "No, but
I used to have a girl friend."  "Oh," she goes in what is a very exciting
accent, "You have a girlfriend or you do not have a girlfriend?  Which?"
"Not."  "But you like girls, oui?"  "Yes. As friends."  "Ahh, je vois! I
see.  So, you like boys, non?"  "Oui," I say.  She laughs, hugs me and
says, "I will be teaching you Fran¨ois, yes? So you like boys, mon ami?"
"Yes."  "And you have a boyfriend, yes?"  "Yes, and he is at home."  "That
is good.  You are gay also."  I think that cemented our friendship.  We
were both recent newbie's in a strange place.  Whether or not she told Kate
I'm not sure, as Kate was very diffident towards me.  I think she felt I
was a threat regarding Evie over the way we hit it off

One morning at breakfast after gym, something that had become regular event
with Mike and I, he tells me I'm wasting my time chasing Evie.  "She's gay
mate.  You'll never get ur end away there."  I laughed.  "Not trying.
She's just a friend."  He looked at me strangely.

Drew on the other hand, was becoming a concern.  As February changed to
March, he was appearing more regularly at the pool whether Jake was with me
or not.  No matter how long he swam, he was always in the shower at the
same time I was, usually in the one next to me, or Jake if he came.  I
asked him once did he swim every day.  "No," he says, "Only sometimes."  I
thought nothing of it until about the second week of March, warming up in
the shower, he comes in too.

We're standing there, washing as you do, he's taking quick furtive sideways
looks at me and I'm guessing he must be checking out my scars.  To be
truthful, I'd had enough of explaining how I got them.  I caught him
staring at my hip.  I'm puzzled cause I know he can't see that scar as I've
got my swim shorts on.  Drew realises he's been snapped glancing at me and
reddens.  OK, that's pretty normal if you're caught ogling someone, so I
give him a quizzical look as if to ask, what.  He quickly turns away, but
not before I notice a definite lump in his shorts.

Thinking nothing of it, I finish and move to the change area.  I have a
favoured place at the end, away from the entrance, in a corner.  It
provides some privacy when needed.  Drew joins me.  I'm drying myself and
he just pulls his swimmers off, standing there with a freaking boner!
Fuck, what's this, I'm thinking.  I shouldn't have, but couldn't help
noticing the straightest looking shaft I think I've ever seen, sticking up
at what must have been a perfect 45 degrees.  His stretched translucent
foreskin left nothing to the imagination, clearly exposing a narrow, sharp
arrowhead.  A cute little ruffle of gathered skin accentuated the tip,
forming a little puckered halo.  At the base, a patch of soft, curly, dark
brown pubes.  (Well alright, more than just a glance.)  "Drew," I go.
"Best not show too much in here.  You never know who might be perving you."
The poor little bugger looked desperate, God knows why.  "Here, wrap your
towel around you."  I think I saw a few tears slip down, but it could've
been just water.

Over the next weeks, whenever I was swimming alone, Drew would be there.
Almost the same thing happened.  I was getting the feeling I was being
stalked!  I didn't know what his game was.  It was risky behaviour and
clearly putting himself in danger.  I asked Jake about him.  Did he have
any problems, did he have learning issues and all that stuff.  Jake just
looked at me as if I was some weird dick and didn't know what the fuck I
was talking about.  "Well then, I finally ask, "Did he ever flash a boner
in the change rooms?"  "Oh, that's what ur on about.  Yeah, it happened
sometimes.  We just laughed at him.  There were others who cracked a fat
one sometimes.  Is he still doing it?"  "Yeah.  Haven't you noticed?"  "No,
not really.  But I don't look," he laughed.  "Don't worry about it. We
didn't."

Jim and Gwen would often go out through the week and sometimes stay
overnight on the weekends with friends.  By mutual agreement, I would look
after Jake.  The first time they did, I heard soft footsteps down the
stairs and silence.  I guessed Jake was outside my door and so carefully
opening it, found him huddled against the wall outside my room.  I was
surprised to say the least and he was very embarrassed, near tears.

"What's up Jake?" I ask.  "Can I sleep in your bed?" He asks.  I sit down
beside him and ask him what the problem is.  He looked so sad and
frightened it nearly broke my heart.  Lifting him up, I take him into my
room and sit him on the bed.  We talked about his fears.  He has trouble
being alone at night, has bad dreams and all of this had become a source
for torment by his brother, who played on his fears.  I began to look
forward to meeting Boofhead, who I thought needed a talking to!

I settled him explaining it mightn't be appropriate for him to be sleeping
in the same bed as I and took him back to his room.  I stayed with him
until he was asleep, falling asleep on top of his bed myself.  Jim woke me
when he got home and we talked about his fears.  Over February, the same
thing happened several times.  As shifting into the second bedroom
downstairs wasn't possible, (it was his brothers), we shifted a spare bed
into mine, should Jake need it.  He did!  Many times and sometimes pushing
the boundaries.  It was an issue for me sometimes, when I needed privacy.
He took the move as an open invitation to come into my room when he wanted
to.

Unfortunately, a couple of times he caught me hot and panting with my dick
in my hand almost at the business end of a severe cock thrashing.
Embarrassing for us both.  But, I caught him a number of times, head back,
mouth open jerking him self mad in the downstairs bathroom.  Once we'd got
over our initial embarrassment, we talked openly about our needs and agreed
with each other that when we needed to deal to them, we'd let the other
know we needed time for self.  Jake did comment on my size.  I called him a
pervy little shit.  He responded, "Get a thrill outa watching me?"  I gave
him a playful punch and wrestled him to the floor.  Truth is, and it
concerned me, he did look quite sexy with his rigid dick in three fingers,
giving it shit, skin sliding over his shiny head.

Evie and I, and of course Kate, were seen in and out of school together a
lot.  Evie invited me to a party in mid March just before Easter.  It was a
farewell summer, hello autumn piss-up, at which there were about eight
other kids our age.  A couple were obviously gay.  I recognised them from
my classes and year 12.  When I walked in, you'd have been excused if you'd
thought it was a cheap western where the bar goes silent when the tall,
dark stranger walks in.  Well maybe not that tall or dark, but the stranger
certainly.  The party went silent, all eyes on me.

Evie says, "This is Zeb.  He's a friend and I invited him.  Make him
welcome."  Well, shit I was.  Obviously Evie and Kate had status amongst
the group.  I stood there like a spare prick at a wedding, as Jim would
say.  As I knew a few it wasn't too hard chatting, but I couldn't
understand why everyone seemed wary of me.

Finally one guy asks, "You're the farmboy, aren't you? Are you Evie's
boyfriend?" to which I laughed and said, "No just friends and what's this
Farmboy shit?"  "That's what I heard you were called at school."  "Why?"
"Cause you're from the rural."  That made me laugh again.  "Fuck, I've been
called a few things, but that's a first."  "So where've you come from?"  I
explain where and he asks about home and what have you and we get into a
general discussion then he asks me if I have a girlfriend back home.
"Nope!  Where's yours?  Is she here?" I ask.  "No don't have one."  I'm
getting vibes by now and I'm sure he is too.  Besides, a few things I've
noticed during out chat have given me the idea that this is more likely an
unofficial gay group, which makes me wonder why exactly Evie has invited
me.  I throw caution to the wind.  "So, do you have a boyfriend then?"  He
chokes a bit, reddens and says, "No.  Do you?"  "Yeah, I do.  He's back
home at school."

Well, you'd have thought I'd just given him the best Christmas pressie
ever.  His face brightened, he smiled and laughed his bits off.  "Fuck!" he
goes, "We were worried when you came in.  We didn't realise you're one of
us."  "And what's `one of us?"  "We're all gay but we don't need that to
get out at school.  We get together for parties sometimes and go to the
movies, that sort of thing.  No biggie, just friends relaxing is all.  Is
that why Evie brought you?"  "Don't really know actually."  "Well then," he
says, "Do you dance?"  I replied, "Badly but yeah, I guess," things began
to change. It may have been my willingness to get up and dance with him, or
possibly the full on kiss he planted on me that gave away my sexual
inclination.  But it broke the ice, and I made a shit load more friends.
One of them being him, Flynn.

Most of the guys were like me, not ashamed of being gay, but didn't see the
need to proclaim it. It was obviously they were all close friends providing
support to each other.  Despite the gay support group at school, no one was
comfortable about using it.  I understood their reasons, as I wasn't
either.  Despite my early observations, apparently there was still a lot of
homophobia among the students.  Oh well, some things don't change I guess.
I had a great time and got totalled!  I suffered the next day.  Jim just
laughed.  Kate's attitude to me warmed though.

No one said anything directly to me, but by the end of March, the rumours
and comments were running hot.  Was I gay?  Who's the gay boy?  It wasn't
said in hate, just curiosity.  I kept a neither confirm or deny attitude.

Jake was concerned that I'd be called gay.  I asked him, "Does it matter
what I am?"  "No, but..."  "But what, Jake?"  "I don't want you teased."  I
laughed.  "No problem there bud.  Evie and I are just good friends.  It's
easier for me not to get into a relationship as I'm gunna go home after all
this.  Then what?  Would any girlfriend want to come up north with me?"
"Oh, yeah," he brightened.  "So you're just pretending to be gay."  "No
Jake, I'm not pretending anything."  I left it at that, leaving Jake
puzzled.

Mike on the other hand, was more direct.  Asking me pretty much the same
sort of questions and probing me for answers.  I asked him, "Would it
matter if I was gay?"  "Not to me.  You'd just be the same guy, I guess.
But I gotta ask.  You, are you..." Fuck, what is it with so called
straights.  Can't they ask straight questions, I'm thinking?  "Shall I
finish your question for you Mike? You wanna know if I'm gay for you.  Is
that it?"  "What?  No! Yeah.  I dunno, maybe."  "Well, no doubt about it.
You look like Gods gift to girls, but sorry, mate.  I'm not hot for you."
"Ok. Good then.  But are you gay?"  "What does it matter what I am Mike?
Is this gunna make it bad for me down here too?"

Too late I realise what I've said.  That gives Mike an opening and he goes
for it.  In the end I tell him about the shit back home and why I'm down
here.  But I still hadn't answered his question directly.  He's
sympathetic, but presses me for an answer.  Throwing caution to the wind I
simply say, "Yeah."  He thinks about my answer for quite a while and I'm
thinking, shit!  Blown a friendship.  Too late now.  Then he floors the
shit out of me.

"Good," he goes.  "You might be able to help me with my little bro.  He's a
closet case and I'm really worried he's gunna do something bad and
dangerous and seriously get hurt.  He's desperate to find someone to talk
to.  Think you could?"  "About what Mike?"  "About being gay."  "What do
you expect me to tell him?  Shouldn't this come from your dad or mum, even
you?  Why me?"  "I trust you."  "You don't know me enough."  "I know you
well enough.  Drew and I are close but I've got no idea what he's feeling.
He can't talk to dad about this cause dad's pretty traditional and
religious.  Drew often cries at night, not that he lets on.  But I hear
him.  When I ask he just says he's had a bad dream.  Shit he's fourteen,
fifteen in May.  I know he's bullshitting.  But I don't know what to say to
him."  "What about guidance at school?  There's a gay group and they're
accepted or at least not despised as far as I can see."  "I've suggested
that but he won't go near it.  He doesn't want anyone else to know at
school."  "Well, that's a problem then.  That's the safest I could
suggest."  "He likes and trusts you.  Why not you?  I know you like him
cause you don't tell him to fuck off or be mean to him.  I know about him
in the change room, he told me.  He's got the meanest crush on you and a
bad case of bonercitis over you mate.  Please help him.  Just talk to him.
I'll owe you."  "I've had enough probs myself.  What could I say to him?"
"Exactly that.  I reckon anything you say would help.  Just knowing he has
a safe person to talk to will help."  "Yeah, and doesn't he already have
that in you?"  "Fuck sake.  Aren't you listening?  Yeah, he trusts me, but
I can't tell him about being gay.  He's scared and frightened and doesn't
no what to do."  "Doesn't have to do anything.  He has everything he needs
now.  You.  Just listen to him.  That would be enough, really.  That's all
he needs, someone to talk to who cares about him.  It'll work, Mike.  Trust
me, I know.  If he wants to know about sex, tell him what you know.  It's
gotta be pretty much the same as girls. That's not something I should be
saying to him anyway."  "Why?  He likes you.  You like him.  You care about
him.  I know. I've seen how you are with him.  What's the problem if you
tell him stuff or, well get cute with him?"  "What the fuck?  Are you
suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"  "Maybe.  Anyway, what's the
problem with that?"  "He's too young for a start.  I'd be done for abuse,
for Christ's sake.  Anyway, I'm already in a relationship."  "He's 14 going
on 15 and is desperate for someone.  It wouldn't be abuse.  He likes you
heaps.  You're all he talks about.  Please Zeb, just talk to him.  I'm not
trying to pimp him out.  But if you did get down and dirty with him, he'd
be the happiest little tinker in Gayville!  I'm not asking you to though. I
just wouldn't have a problem with it, is all.  Please buddy.  Help him.  I
don't want him hanging around public bogs like I caught him doing once.  I
really don't know how to help him.  I can't.  Anyway, I helped you with
your training programme."  "Not the same dude and you know it.  This is
really huge.  How could anything I say not compound his problem?  Shit, he
stands there hard as in the change room exposing himself to the world, for
fucks sake.  I don't want to aggravate that."  "Yeah, he told me about
that.  I got a bit angry with him.  Too dangerous.  Dumb little bugger said
he wasn't showing everybody, just you hoping you'd notice.  But you
didn't."  I reddened.  "Oh fuck, you did!  You fucken did!" Laughed Mike.
"Wait till I tell Drew.  Fuck, that'll make his day!"  "No! Don't you
fucken dare!"  Slowly Mike said, "Well, help me out then! Please! Talk to
my brother about his problems, or I will tell him how you got excited and
wanted to check him out but weren't sure you should.  That should start
something, don't you reckon?"

That's when I got angry and Mike knew it.  "Don't ever threaten me again.
Yeah, I appreciated your help.  Yeah, I think you're a decent guy.  But
that's the shittiest thing I think I've ever heard.  No way mate will I
ever be blackmailed into sex with anyone, let alone an underage.  You're a
fucken shit and should be fucken shamed.  Who else have you pimped your kid
brother out too?  Fucken shameful."
 I left him sitting there, utter shock and shame on his face.  Whether he
meant it or not, I didn't give a shit.  That was just wrong.

At the morning swim session next day, Drew turned up.  I chose to change in
one of the cubicles, leaving Drew alone in the change room, confusion on
his face.  At school, Mike tried to talk to me but I brushed him off,
refusing to get into with him.

By now I was really excited.  Easter and Keith!  Despite texting everyday,
(I was rapidly consuming my monthly quota) I really missed my friend.
Skexing at night was fun, but obviously not the same.  I missed Keith's
hands on me, my hands on him.  The warm feeling of naked skin on skin, the
subtle muskiness of him.  I missed the soft kisses and the hard pumping he
gave me.  The tingly, rubbing pleasure-pain as he ploughed me. I
desperately wanted to be wrapped in his comforting arms, locked in a lovers
embrace, feeling his thick hardness penetrating me.  How I longed to taste
his sweet tanginess, especially under that little collar of dick skin, the
coppery taste of his cockhead and shaft, the tickles I got from his musky,
curly thick pubes and the reward of his sticky salty-sweet cum flooding my
mouth or filling my bum.  OMG bring it on!

Thursday 24th I went home.  I arrived after a long bus trip a little before
8pm and was met by mum and Keith!  We crushed each other as we ran into
each other's arms, not giving a shit who saw us kiss and hug.  I felt like
ripping his clothes off, throwing him down and ravishing him.  He smelt so
good, tasted so good, felt so good, like it was our first time.  I know he
felt the concrete lump in my pants, cause I felt his!  We managed to prise
ourselves apart, letting mum get her huge hug.  It was so good seeing my
family.

We grabbed take out burgers and headed home to Keith's.  I was impatient
and couldn't sit still.  Who needs chocolate Easter eggs when there's
Keith?  He was my sweet rush!  Greg gave me a huge bear hug, lifting me off
my feet, kissing me on the cheek, as did Debbie.  Sarah was like an
annoying fly buzzing around, pestering me with questions and telling me
everything she thought I needed to know.  Holy hell, I thought.  She's
caught Darrylitis.  She wouldn't stop talking.  I loved her all the more
for the enthusiastic greeting she gave me.  Mum just had time for a coffee
and say hi to Greg and Debbie, before racing in to work.

Wow!  How great to be home.  I couldn't believe how quiet and peaceful the
farm was.  How I had missed that.  After a light meal and endless questions
and chat, Debbie chased Sarah to bed.  By now it was past 11 and the tiring
trip had really caught up with me and my hip was aching again.  I needed
Keith's soothing doctoring skills!

We were like cats on a hot tin roof, as Jim would say.  We couldn't get
away and in to bed fast enough.  Greg just gave us a wicked smile as we
said goodnight telling us, "Sleep well boys."  Yeah right.  Maybe tomorrow
I thought.  We just grinned at him.

What a night!  What an awesome, beautiful, sensational Thursday-before
Easter-Friday night!  We loved each other as if it were the first and last
time we ever would!  We pleasured each other everyway we could, many times.
Well three.  Our first attempt brought us to a shuddering, gasping orgasm
minutes after our mouths touched each other's achingly hard bones.  Flooded
doesn't really describe how hard and long Keith's cum was.  It hosed out in
long thick streams that just drenched me.

I wasn't long in cuming either.  Just the feel of his fingers softly
stroking me, the heat from his hand and his ever so soft mouth around the
head of my red-hot cock, was enough to make me arch up and spill my seed
into his beautiful wet mouth.  We'd only been in bed less than half an
hour!

We lay there, gently touching each other in our afterglow, as we came down
from our awesome cum-storm.  I knew I wanted more and Keith certainly did
as he rolled on top of me and ground against me.  The feel of his
stiffening cock against mine was just too much and it leapt to attention.
Keith had prepared!  Reaching under the pillow, he retrieved the lube tube
stashed there.  In no time at all, I was greased, he was greased and Keith
was lifting up, positioning himself to slide down my throbbing shaft.

Oh the feeling as he did!  The searing heat of his insides as he strangled
and massaging my cock, stretched ripples teasing my shaft.  His hot breathy
gasps as he buried my bone in his bum.  How tightly he held me in his arms.
All I could do was reciprocate and wrap arms and legs around him, pulling
him closer to me, as if that were possible.  I wanted to be in him and he
wanted me there too!

Keith's sobbing sighs of pleasure drove me into a turmoil of love and lust
and I just had to thrust up as he pushed down.  Oh God, what a rush!  And
in a rush I came again, deep inside my friend, accompanied by a wailing,
moaning gasp of pleasure.  Keith kept sliding up and down faster and faster
until I felt a splash of hot cum and the rhythmical pulsing squeezes of his
penis, as he emptied himself over my tum and chest.  Then he collapsed on
top of me, struggling to get his breath.

We lay together, not wanting to move.  Our sweat and Keith's cum mingling
on my tum.  We kissed each other tenderly, giggling softly whispering our
love to each other.  We'd had a lot of sensational sex; all of it was
sensational.  But this?  Wow!  It was super sensational, like we were
experiencing each other for the very first time.  Time away obviously
heightened our pleasure.  Relaxed and sleepy, we snuggled together, hugging
each other tightly.

We slept.  Soundly and long.

Sometime early, I woke to Keith kissing me and softly rubbing against my
thigh.  I rolled onto my tum, spreading my legs and opening myself to him.
"Are you sure Zebby?" He asked.  "Absolutely buddy."

I don't know how we never woke everyone in the house.  Maybe we did and
they ignored what was going on.  But we tried to keep the noise down.  I
all but ate the pillow.  Keith sucked and kissed my neck in an effort to
stop any utterances.  I felt like I was going to rip holes in the sheet as
Keith steadily pounded my arse.  The rapid, but quiet bed squeaks, matched
the slapping oh his hips against my bum as he squirted his juice into my
banged-up bum!  It felt good, dam it!  Painful but nice.  I came all over
his sheet!  We went back to sleep, Keith lying on top of me.

That was pretty much how my Easter weekend panned out.  Keith and I took
every opportunity to have sex.  Amazing, sensational, thrilling exquisite
sex.  We did it all any moment we could.

After a late breakfast, Keith and I fanged about the farm on the bikes.
Mum came out for a late lunch and the both of us went back with her.  It
was great being home.  I hadn't realised just how much I had missed being
there.  We caught up with Jess, but Darryl was away at his mum's.  We
arranged to all meet up in the morning.  The three of us mooched around at
the park catching up on the goss that afternoon.

Saturday saw seven of us chilling at the mall catching up with the goss,
laughing and joking around.  Devon brought Michelle.  I was particularly
interested to see how Keith and Charlotte interacted.  They clicked and
looked as if they'd been together for years.  I was honestly really happy
to see it, despite a few heart pangs.  The interesting thing though, was
the interplay between Keith and Michelle.  Some of it went over Devon's
head.  Hmm, I'm thinking.  Which one is Keith really interested in?

Bloody Darryl!  He dropped me right in it.  He whipped out his cell phone
and flashed pics of Evie and me taken at school.  I was stunned.  How the
fuck did he get those, I'm thinking.  The answer was simple.  Bloody Jake
and Darryl had been texting the entire time I'd been down in Wellington and
Jake had sent him pics of me together with Evie, Kate, Mike and Drew.  I
gave Darryl a hard, questioning look, not because of the photos, but
letting him now he was on notice about his relationship with Jake.  Sort
that out when I get back I thought.

If anything, my street cred went up, as Evie really is a beautiful girl.
That had all oohing and ahing, especially Jess.  Keith just raised one
eyebrow and gave me that wickedly crooked smile.  I'd be getting the first
degree later, despite already telling him everything about her.

In the back row at the movies, Darryl one side, Jess the other, I was
constantly questioned.  Jess wouldn't believe me there was nothing going
on, just friends.  I put Darryl on notice that he was gunna get a grilling
about Jake.  Just what were his motives?

That night, Keith went into overdrive.  He wanted to know everything.  I
tried to divert him and asked him about Michelle, but he was having none of
that and kept on.  Was I hot for Evie?  Had I done anything with her?  Did
I want to?  Why not Zebby?  Go hard and enjoy.  What's with you and Mike?
Only just a friend?  You know you can Zebby if you want to.  Who's the
small dude?  Is he someone of interest?  Why not Zebby?  Go hard and enjoy.
On and on he went.  Finally, out of frustration and a need to have our
needs met, I told him everything about Evie and Kate and Mike and Drew and
how Mike had come to me and asked me etc. etc. etc.

Keith's response, "Go hard and enjoy Zebby.  If Drew wants to and Mike is
happy, what's the problem?  Didn't you start early?  Didn't we?  We were
only fourteen when we started doing stuff.  We're OK.  So will Drew.  I'm
enjoying myself. So should you."

Sunday, us four guys hung together.  It was an unusually warm day for
Easter so we went up the bush to our water hole.  We hadn't intended to
swim, despite the warm day, but one thing led to the other and a few dares
and well, we did and froze our bits off!  Shit!  We've never climbed up
those rocks so fast and huddled together to warm up.  No sex, but it was
nice to be together like we had, (and to check out my blond haired friend
with the fiendishly fat sausage.)  Oh well, maybe one day I'll reacquaint
myself with his tasty morsel.  Keith and I enjoyed more sensational sex
that night.

As has become common with us, we spent a while lying together talking.
Keith was a little hesitant when I asked again about Michelle and
Charlotte.  He explained that while he really liked Charlotte and had
enjoyed sex with her, he was also very keen on Michelle.

In a very soft, almost apologetic and faltering voice he began "Charlotte
is great, Zebby.  I've never had sex with a girl like it.  It's different
compared to Em. More exciting.  I love it and want shit loads more.  But
it's still not like us.  Not about the obvious difference between guys and
girls.  It's about how I feel about you.  No matter what happens, I know I
am always going to want this.  What we have right now.  But Zebby, you were
right.  I want what I have with Charlotte.  Well, maybe not Charlotte, but
with a girl.  I guess I'm trying to say, I want what my dad has.  Am I
making sense?"  "Yeah you are buddy."  "So, how do you feel about that?
Are you hurt?"  I couldn't help my self.  I burst out laughing.

"WTF!  I'm trying to explain myself.  What's the joke?"  He goes.  "Fool!
I'm not laughing at you.  I laughing cause I'm happy for you.  I think
you've been feeling like this for months now, so good on you."  "I meant
what I said about us though Zebby.  You do know that eh.  I'll always want
this. Us.  Sex together.  I won't give this up ever.  I love you too much."
I could've bawled my eyes out.  I kissed him.  "I know that Keith.  And I'm
stoked that you've decided that."  "What if it's only sometimes?  Would you
still be good with that?"  "Holy shit buddy!  If this weekend is anything
to go by, I'll wait.  It's been sensational!"  "Fuck!  Ain't that the
truth!" And with that, we went back for seconds.

Monday mum took us both back out to the farm.  Keith grabbed a backpack
from his room and we headed out to the bikes.  He seemed to be on a
mission.  To my delight, I found out very quickly.

Up on the tops, next to our rock is a small flat area.  Keith laid the tarp
over this and then spread a sheet on top.  Turning to me, he grabbed my tee
and gently drew me to him.  Lifting my tee off, Keith then slid my pants
down, kneeling and pulling my runners of an then my pants.  Kneeling before
me, he slipped my boxers to my knees and took me in his mouth, gently
sucking and licking me to a throbbing hardness.  Standing up, gripping my
wet dick in his hand, he pulled me onto the sheet.  I must have looked very
clumsy as my boxers were still around my knees.  Whispering in my ear, "My
turn," I began the same procedure; slowly undressing him and giving his
just leaking dick, the heat and wetness of my mouth.

In full sight of the world, (if you had a strong telescope) we made love on
the top of that hill, under a slightly overcast sky.  Afterwards, naked and
mutually warming each other, we plotted and planned our futures together.
Some fantastical, others more practical and definite like our gap year
after school before going to tech. We talked about where we'd go for our
big OE.

Later that afternoon Greg and the two of us tooled around the farm on
bikes.  Greg explained his vision for the neighbouring block of land and
how he and John were working on getting it.  I was blown away when he
suggested there was a place in his plan for me.  I thought about what Keith
and I had talked about causing me to think again what I really wanted.

Tuesday morning before dawn I woke.  Lying there watching Keith sleep
created a tumult of thoughts racing through my head.  How peaceful he
looked.  How beautiful he was.  How much I felt for this guy.  How
important he was to me.  What was our future?  Was there actually one?
Could I really live with occasional moments with him?  And on whose terms,
his or mine?  Would we somehow miraculously need each other at the same
moment?  In the end I just confused myself more.  Carefully rolling onto my
back, I lay there staring at the ceiling.  Sleep would not come!

Did he sense my confusion?  I don't know, but his hand softly resting on my
chest told me he was awake as well.  "I meant what I said Zebby.  I will
always need moments like this with you.  You do know that, don't you?"  I
turned towards him and gave him a sad smile.

"Come here you big goose."  And he pulled me towards him, cuddling me to
his warm chest.  Whispering, he reassured me saying, "You are my friend, my
mate, my boyfriend, my lover.  You're my confidant.  I love you Zeb.  I
always will no matter where our lives take us.  I'm sorry we won't be
together everyday, but we will be together no matter who I hook up with.
I'll always need to have our special moments.  Never forget that."

With that he kissed me and that lead to a quiet, very special moment as
dawn slowly crept into the room.  Mum came out after work and took me back
home.  Keith spent the day with Charlotte.

Wednesday, mum and I shared an early breakfast with Keith and family before
saying our goodbyes.  Greg and Keith took me back to my bus.  Our goodbyes
were long and not short of emotion.  Nothing over the top, just reluctance
to let each go.  But go I had to and so began the long trip back.  I mulled
over what Keith had said to me.  I couldn't see how it could work and maybe
it would be better if we just kept our relationship as friends without
benefits.  Thinking that made me feel deeply sad.  I loved him. I wanted
him.  I couldn't let him go. I couldn't help feel that one of us would
inevitably be hurt.  John and Greg hadn't seen each other for sixteen long
years.  I wouldn't be able to cope with that!  Over and over these and
other confusing thoughts ran through my head until finally, tired, grumpy
and hip aching I arrived in Wellington.  Jake met me.  I went to bed
shortly after getting back to the house, much to Jake's disappointment, as
I was reticent in providing details of my trip home.

I Skyped Keith before sleep arrived.