Date: Sun, 1 May 2016 18:27:29 +1200
From: ben zeb <zebben2014@gmail.com>
Subject: Math Class Changes 5

Maths Class Changes 5

I was restless after Easter break and all to do with Keith.  I had no idea
how it would work between us, even given the fact I'd be back home at years
end.  My friendship with Mike seemed to underpin what I felt was missing in
Keith's and mine.  That spur of the moment stuff like movies, occasional
parties, going to rugby games and just chilling at malls, which was limited
for Keith and I to do.  The 40 Ks plus between our homes made it difficult,
unless we pre-planed it and someone drove us, taking away the spontaneity I
had with Mike and what I missed with Keith.  That's what would balance out
our relationship I thought.

Over riding this, was how much I loved Keith and how important he was to
me.  Who am I, not even 17 yet, expecting a lifelong relationship at this
age?  Especially with my best mate!  Despite Keith telling me I should, and
I knew he meant it, the one thing that stopped me hooking up with others,
was Keith himself.  No one in my mind could ever be as fun to be with or
exciting or as stimulating as he was.  No one could ever replace him.
Anyone else would be a short-term fill in, or one-night stands, and that
wasn't really what I wanted.  I didn't know how to resolve that.

I became quite withdrawn, something Jim mentioned to me on more than one
occasion.  Jake became concerned as well.  A couple of times he came to my
room but couldn't find me (only having a Jake look), thinking I skipped out
somewhere.  I would be hunkered down in a beanbag in the corner of my room,
lights off, sitting in the dark staying schtum.  I didn't want to talk to
anybody really, and then only when I had to.  Except Keith.

We Skyped a bit more than usual over the last weeks of term.  On quite a
few occasions I noted familiar surroundings, namely my bed.  Keith was at
my home!  When I quizzed him about it, he explained it was easier to see
Charlotte.  But during the week?  That confused me a little.

One weekend I was Skyping Keith late.  Lying there on our sides in bed,
nearly six hundred Ks away, talking through things, missing each other
badly and telling each that, he indicates to check behind me.  Turning my
head, Jake is standing there in just his boxers, shivering.  As I roll over
onto my back, Keith goes, "Hey Jake, sup dude?"

"Hey Keith.  Couldn't sleep.  Sorry, I didn't know you were Skyping."
Keith, the great guy he is, began chatting away with Jake.  What ever Keith
and I wanted to sort out had to wait for another time.  Finishing up, I ask
Jake what really is the problem.

"I had a bad dream again.  Can I sleep here?"  Thinking he meant the spare
bed I go "Yeah.  Of course."  He hops in with me.

"Whoa there buddy.  In the spare bed."

"Please Zeb.  Can I sleep with you?"

"Don't think your dad would like that too much."

"He won't mind.  Anyway, he won't be back till after we get up."

"Look, I don't sleep in much."

"Yeah I know that.  Not as if I hadn't seen ur junk before anyway.  I don't
mind."

"I do.  I don't think that would be right."

"Please Zeb.  Can I?  It was a real bad dream."  He looked so pathetically
sad and frightened I caved, but only after putting on boxers.

He slid in, I turned the light out and he snuggled up with his back against
my tum pulling my arm around him as he did.  I quite liked his warmth
against me.

"Thanks Zeb," he whispered.  "Do you mind?"

"No buddy.  I'm a huggy sorta person.  I'm happy to give you a hug whenever
you need it.  What was the dream?"

"Just the usual, me all alone and mum and dad gone.  I get so scared.
Stupid eh?"

"No.  Not stupid.  You're alright Jake.  You won't ever be alone." I
wondered about what I'd said.  I had noticed some tension between Gwen and
Jim and wondered if that was causing a lot of Jakes anxiety.

"I wish you were my brother.  Boofhead would just take the piss and tease
me about the dreams.  Especially when I wet the bed.  You won't, will you?"

"Why would you ask that?  Of course I wouldn't.  Never."

"I get really worried about being teased and bullied cause of Boofhed.  You
make me feel safe."

"All good Jaky.  Best we get some sleep, eh."

Sometime later, I woke with a start when Jake cried out. Lying on his back,
he was tensed up and trembling.

"What's the matter buddy?"  I ask.

"Fuck!  I'm so, so sorry Zeb.  I didn't mean to.  I've done it again.
Please don't get angry with me."  My left arm was draped across his tum, my
hand against his hip.  When I moved, I clearly felt wetness.

"All good, we'll just change the sheets."  Sitting up, I lift the covers
and see the tip of Jake's dick peeping out the top of his boxers, a pool of
wetness on his tum.  Some was slowly dribbling down my arm.  Jake looks at
me really embarrassed and worried.  I couldn't help myself, I burst out
laughing.  Jake gets angry saying "You said you wouldn't take the piss."
My smile relaxed him a bit.  Reaching over I grab the ever-ready hand towel
and just say, "It's all good.  Just wipe yourself up.  You've just had a
wetty."

"Eh?"  He goes as he smears himself with his goo.

"Look Jake, do you know what's just happened?"

"What?  Yeah, I've pissed your bed."

"No you haven't buddy," and I laughed my bits off. That made him mad.

"I'm not laughing at you buddy.  Does this happen a lot?" I ask.

"Sometimes.  But I thought I'd stopped wetting the bed," he goes.  He
really looks embarrassed now.

"And has it just recently started?"  I go.

"Yes.  Why do you ask that?"

"How often does it happen?"

"About three times lately.  Why?  Is there something wrong?"  Jake was
genuinely worried and didn't have a clue what had just happened.

"Do you know what a wet dream is Jake?" I gently ask.

"What?  No.  What's that?"

"You need to talk to your dad Jake.  Hasn't he told you about this?  What
about when you did puberty at school?  Did you're teacher talk about
jerking and wet dreams and stuff?"

"She only talked about changes and eating and that stuff.  Not about sex
stuff.  And I'm too shy to ask dad.  He might think I'm a sicko or
something."

"Why would he think that?  He won't think that.  Never."

"I can't ask or tell him about jerking off.  That'd just be weird."

"Well, is there someone else you can talk to then?"

"You.  My mates talk about jerking off but they don't do it."

"Ok.  But how do you know they don't?"

"They told me."

"Well they're bull shitting.  We all do it.  Especially at your age."  So
began a brief introduction about wet dreams.  The poor little bugger didn't
have a clue what they were.  I guess I should've left it to Jim, but I was
kinda chuffed.  I really did feel like a big brother.  I liked that.

Jake had one big concern though.  The idea that his spooge had landed on me
really worried him.  I explained it was only protein, not to worry.
"Anyway," I say, "I'd fix you up if you were bleeding, or if you spewed,
maybe, cause I like ya.  You're more like my little bro than a cuzzy."

"Yeah, but it's...you know, sperm stuff," he goes looking away and lowering
his voice.  I just laughed.  Oh, if only you knew what I get up to, I
thought.  Long may you stay innocent.  But it did make me think.  What I
was getting up to at 12 going on 13 was light years away from what Jake had
experienced.  Not for the first time did I think about what was normal and
what wasn't.  We settled back waiting to slide into sleep.  Every time he
moved, and he moved a lot, the unmistakable smell of swimming pool wafted
up from under the covers.

School progressed as the term slowly wound to an end.  Evie and I grew
closer, much to the concern of Kate.  I didn't know what her problem was; I
was no threat to their relationship.  Kate though, began to look in other
directions and I think that put pressure on their relationship, enabling
Evie and my friendship to grow.  We were both more that a little lonely and
displaced. We understood each other and had similar back-stories, becoming
support for each other.

Mike tried to talk to me about our difference of opinion but I fobbed him
off.  I though it might be better to cool it with him and Drew, though it
upset me as I valued both their friendships.  It seemed safer to do so.  I
enjoyed Mike's friendship, as it was different from any I'd had before.  He
knew I was gay but didn't give a shit about it, just accepting me for who I
was.  For me, our friendship didn't have strings attached.  It was open and
honest, like my other friends, but without sex getting in the way.  Not for
the first time did I curse myself for over reacting to his request.

A week before end of term, Mike managed to corner me, full of apologies.

"Can I talk to you Zeb?  Please."  He pleaded.

"Don't think we have anything to discuss, do we?"

"Please Zeb?  I've really fucked up.  I never meant what I said about
telling Drew.  I was just kidding.  Honestly.  I'd never do that, and never
ever hurt my brother.  Please can we talk this through?  I'm really sorry
about what I said."

"Maybe, but not now."  I replied, behaving like a bastard and left it at
that.

That afternoon, at home sorting through my final assignments, I faintly
heard the doorbell go.  Next thing I hear are footsteps thumping down the
stairs and Jake and Mike at my door.

"Mike's here to see ya Zeb," Jake cheerfully says.

"I can see that.  What you want Mike?"  The tone in my voice changed Jake's
mood and he disappeared quick.

"I have to talk to you Zeb."

"Well, let's get it over then.  What you want to say?  If it's sorry,
you've said it already."

"Oh, well yeah.  I am sorry.  Look," he goes leaning against the doorframe,
"What I said to you was wrong.  Really wrong.  I didn't think you'd take it
the way you did."

"So it's my fault is it?"  I cut in.

"No. No it isn't.  It's mine.  I guess I don't understand how sensitive
people can be.  I never ever meant to sound like I was trying to blackmail
you into something you see as wrong.  I guess I just thought you were
interested in Drew.  I'm sorry I misread the situation.  I meant what I
said about Drew needing help and I still believe you're the best person to
give it to him.  Actually you're the only person I know who's..." he
paused.

"You can say it.  I'm not upset being called gay."

`Oh, fuck.  I'm screwing this up too, aren't I?  I don't know what to say
to make it up to you Zeb.  But I do know I like and trust you and think
you'd be the best person to guide Drew.  That's all I meant.  The rest was
just shit.  Yeah I tried to be funny, but I know it wasn't.  I don't
understand gay stuff.  I can accept it, but I'm confused by it.  So please
bud, can you just think about it?  If you still say no, I'll understand.
Just talk to him.  That's all I'm asking.  Please?"

Mike impressed me.  He was truly contrite and obviously upset.  What
impressed me most was his honesty.  I'd never met anyone who was confused
by, yet still accepting of homosexuality, especially not understanding
about it.  I guess, when you play for the team, you understand the rules.
The least I could do was be gracious about it.

"Yeah, thanks for apologising Mike.  I guess I did over react.  I was
blackmailed once before, so I get pretty defensive when I feel I'm in the
same situation.  I shouldn't have said what I did about pimping out.  That
was unkind.  I know you wouldn't ever.  Look, I'm still not convinced it's
a good idea.  It could go horribly wrong.  I'm not staying down here.  Just
for year 13.  What happens if Drew develops more than a crush?  When I go,
he might be pretty cut-up.  And what about if he wants more than just talk.
As I said, I'm in a relationship.  And just to clear something up.  It's
not just me who might think its wrong.  It's the law."

"Yeah I get it.  We all look the other way when those 14 and 15 year olds
hump the seniors.  We don't have a problem with that.  Not even with girl
on girl." He responded.

"Yep!  Maybe it's you who might need the talk.  It's different for guys and
certainly young guys.  Sometime maybe, talk to Drew about what he hears
others saying about gays and how he feels about that.  It's hard to hear
yourself called shit names and accused of spreading disease and that you
should've died at birth.  The world might be changing, but it' still
hurtful."

"That's why he needs someone like you, Zeb.  Just be a friend to him.
Please?" "I'll think about it."

"Cool.  So, we all good then?"

I thought about that thinking I should wind the fucker up but decided no.
Too much misunderstanding already.  "Yeah, we're cool."

"Ok then," and he comes in and we man-hug.  He was curious about my
relationship though.  I didn't tell him much.  He wasn't ready for any of
that I decided.

I felt better that we'd sorted the problem out but more so that we seemed
to be back on track.  I enjoyed Mike's friendship and Drew was a cool kid.
We sat there, on my bed, gossing about this and that.  Evie came up again
and Mike asked me about our friendship.  Nothing to see there I told him.
He just raised one eyebrow and gave me a strange smile.  We discussed the
term break.  I told him I had a job lined up in a plant nursery and I'd be
working pretty much everyday so no going back home.

"What about your relationship then?" he asked.

"It's all good," I say.

"Really?  I'd be back in a flash if it was me," he goes.  I could sense he
was fishing for information and so deflected him.

"Nope!  Not this time.  My friend is working over the break as well.  We
need the cash."  And left it at that.  Finally he asks, "Is Drew Ok to go
swimming with you and Jake?"

"Yeah. Course he is.  I was just being a grumpy shit.  It's all good.  Just
tell him to be careful flashing his bits.  There's some pervy bastards
there.  Don't want him hurt."  That said, Mike had to go.

Mum rang to say she was coming down for a few days the first week of term.
I was pleased about that.  It would be nice to catch up with her, though I
wondered if Jim had spoken to her about my moodiness.

Even nicer was the surprise she brought with her, Darryl.  Fantastic!  I
missed not having more time with him at Easter so now we had a chance.
Jake was a pest though, as the only time I had was after work and he camped
in my bedroom till late, preventing us from catching up on what we really
needed to catch up on!  So, late in the night on Wednesday when he arrived,
after virtually throwing Jake out the door, Darryl and I reconnected in
ways we'd hadn't for so long.

Familiar though I was with his beautifully slim body, I reacquainted myself
with every sweet spot I could, licking and teasing him into a frenzy of
excited sexual pleasure.  Sucking his long thin dick as deep as I could,
teasing his tight pucker with my fingers, gently biting and sucking his
erect nipples, brushing my lips up his neck and around his ears; all those
special spots I knew would drive him crazy.

He leaked!  OMG how he leaked.  His sticky, salty nectar poured from his
engorged, wide-open eye.  And I alternately lapped it up and spread it
around his cock-head, slipping his soft skin back and forward over his fat
purple plum!

As it was cold, we had the cover over us.  Just as well because as I came
up for air, after sucking and cleaning Darryl's perfect dick, Jake burst
into the room.  Fuck!  Nearly sprung!

"WTF!" We go.

Harshly I say, "Jesus Jake!  I told you before.  Knock!"

"Sorry," he replied, and he was.  "I forgot my phone."  He picks it up and
then states the obvious.  "You're in bed together.  Why isn't Darryl in the
spare one?"

"Cause we've got lots of catching up to do and don't want to keep people
awake."

"Oh." He goes, not sounding convinced.  "I could sleep in the spare one
then."

"No!" we go

"Look Jake, not tonight.  Maybe some other night.  We do need to catch up
on some personal stuff.  I'm sorry I spoke badly to you.  But tonight I
think you need to be in your bed.  OK?"  He agreed though reluctantly and
left.  Thank God for innocence I thought.  Hope he stays that way for a lot
longer I'm thinking.  We went back to what we needed to sort out.  Us!  We
brought each other to a sensational climactic ending.  Yum!

Things progressed like that on several nights and though we were careful,
we nearly got sprung again.  Jake knocked and entered catching Darryl and I
locked together in an embrace.  Shit!  What to say?

"Whadda ya doin?"  He inquires, surprise and curiosity in his squeaky,
almost breaking voice.

"Just wrestling is all Jake.  What you want?" I ask.

"What?  In bed? Why not on the floor?

Because we can, Ok.  We're just fucking about since you ask.  What you want
anyway?"

"Nothing.  Just thought I'd come down and talk to you."  Rolling apart, we
sat up, careful not to let the covers slip down too far.  Fuck!  Coitus
interruptus!  We talked.  Jake did sleep in the spare bed a couple of
nights.  Needless to say, those nights were long!

On Saturday, I took Darryl with me to Kate's place to a party.  Holy shit!
I wasn't prepared for his reaction!  After the initial shyness and
introductions, Darryl was into it and hooked up with Flynn, someone I'd got
to know well.  They hit it off at the get go.  Later that evening I noticed
Darryl wasn't there.  Neither was Flynn.  The answer was obvious a little
later when they came back together.  Darryl couldn't keep the smile off his
face!

Flynn and Darryl quickly became friends to the extent that he spent Sunday
and Monday with him.  I quizzed Darryl about it all on the Monday night.
Seems Darryl and Flynn had enjoyed each other in ways two boys can, several
times over that two-day period.  Flynn going away brought it to a temporary
end.  It never stopped them constantly texting each other.  Hmm, I thought,
something's happening there.

Mum stayed until the Sunday, but Darryl never went back until the following
Wednesday.  Mum quizzed me about being down here and was everything all
right.  I guessed Jim had spoken to her so I came clean about how I was
feeling about being away, especially from Keith.  I was quite chuffed when
mum suggested it was more than just to see Charlotte that Keith would stay
at home.  It was also to be closer to me.  She explained that Keith would
only sleep in my room.  She found him asleep in the mornings a couple of
times, hugging my pillow.  Wow!  That cheered me up no end.

I also told her about my hip.  Mum said she'd follow up on that, what ever
that meant.  Darryl and Jake kicked around Wellington together while I was
at work though I managed to have the Tuesday off before he went home.

On the last Saturday of term break, Jake turned 13 and had a party with his
mates.  I asked him if I could invite Evie.  Well fuck me!  His eyes lit up
and gave the biggest smile I think he'd ever had and yelled, "Shit yes!"  I
guess he liked her.  Flynn was there as well.  I was surprised at that, as
I wasn't aware Jake knew him.

It was an interesting night.  Evie and Gwen hit it off hugely, but that's
the sort of person Gwen is.  She makes everyone welcome.  Poor Evie, I
spent bugger all time with her, as she was busy helping Gwen perfect her
highschool French!  I watched how Drew reacted.  It was obvious he and Jake
must have been pretty good mates.  Mike and Flynn knew each other well.  So
I wondered if that was how Jake knew him.  I was intrigued and wondered
what the back-story might have been.  I'd have to quiz Jake later.  As it
turned out it was pretty basic.  Flynn coached Drew and Jakes soccer team
at primary.

Flynn, Drew and Mike stayed the night, Flynn in my room, the other two next
door.  In the morning, busting for a piss and with definite morning wood
on, I'm standing at the toilet when Flynn comes in, in the same state.  We
stand there together trying to piss but perving each other's dick.  Flynn
has an interesting twist to his quite long and fairly thick shaft.  It
curves right and also up.  His knob-end the same width as his shaft,
smallish and round.  His skin slid back completely behind.  I wanted to get
to grips with it there and then.  Very suckable!  Discretion guided me
otherwise.  Flynn, the smart-arse says, "So it's true then.  You're hung
like a horse.  Guess we should call you horse eh?  Or better still, how
bout Zebra, there a sorta horse."  I just punched him lightly telling him
not to be such a perve.  "You can speak, ya dirt bastard.  Bet you'd like
to get ur hand on this," and waves it at me, pissing on my leg.

"Prick!" I go and return the favour pissing on his hand and dick.

"Ohh," he goes, "Into golden showers eh?"

"Nope!  Just givin' back what I get."

One thing led to another and we end up pretty wet from pissing on each
other.  Not a sport I think I really want to take up, but showers are
needed.  So we do.  Turning around, Drew is standing in the door, watching
us.  Flynn near shits him self with embarrassment.  As Drew's seen me
before in the shower, no probes so I just shuck my shorts and hop in, cock
at half-mast.  Flynn is not sure what to do.  I wet myself down and turn to
him, telling him to get in while I soap up.  He does trying to hide his
still fairly rigid dick, Drew still watching, his hands over his bits.  I
ask, "Do you need the toilet?"  Drew tries to speak but just nods and while
trying to piss, takes quick, very furtive glances at both of us.  Hmmm,
he's interested, but so is Flynn for all his embarrassment.  Like to follow
up with Flynn, I'm thinking, but no chance that day.

Keith and I Skyped Sunday night.  He told me he and Charlotte have broken
up by mutual agreement and Michelle has become his new love.  Good on him.

All my close friends seem to be in relationships, even Darryl.  he appears
to be hooking up with Flynn.  I'm having a relationship with my hand!  I
knew things would change, that's all part of life.  Some have been good,
others not so.  I feel sad when I think about it.

I'm back at school on Tuesday.  I have no idea when I will be home again,
or see Keith.  It may not be until August and our birthday.  Even then out
families will be with us.  That's fourteen and a half weeks away, give or
take a few days.  If I don't see him before then, it will be nearly
nineteen weeks, five months, since we'll have been together.