Date: Mon, 11 Jan 2016 06:28:14 +1300
From: ben zeb <zebben2014@gmail.com>
Subject: Maths Class Pt 11

Maths Class
Group therapy

My life over the past two years or so has been a roller coaster of
emotions, but I guess we have all experiences that make us feel that!  I've
been in lust, bitterly jealous, revengeful, desperately worried and
unbelievable happy.  In the middle of this I've fallen in love as I
understand what love is.  All my life, well the past five or six years,
I've felt different to other guys and never fully understood why.  It's
been hard to come to grips with being gay, and there have been a couple of
times I've felt I couldn't deal with it and wanted to end it all.  That
however, is something I've never told anyone about.

On two occasions I tried.  The first, to row my little dinghy out to sea,
with a packed lunch and no intention of returning.  However, the tide and
wind were against me and I went nowhere except back to the beach with the
help of a passing boat.  The second, after a flaming row with Jess last
year, was to jump on my bike and pedal up the road without helmet or
reflector gear at dusk.  I considered looking for a truck to help me decide
my fate!  Happily, the only outcome was burning off my anger and coming to
my senses.  If hadn't been for Keith, I don't like thinking about what I
may have tried to do. He came into my life at a time when I needed someone
to help me make sense of what I was experiencing.  It was easy to pass off
what I was doing as just guys experimenting.  It's been harder to come to
grips with who I am.  Keith, whether he knows it or not, saved my life!
One day I'll tell him that.

Another confusion for me has been the circular nature of our relationship.
That we were baby mates still amazes me.  Over the past year, comments from
Keith's parents, Greg, and Debbie and my mum, made me wonder who was my
dad.  I still believe there is more to that back-story than they are
letting on.  I don't know all the facts, but I do know that my dad and Greg
were really good friends and that there was another man, living in Aussie,
that was also very close to both of them, especially Greg.  Over the past
year Greg has been the one who filled me in on much of this.  I wonder what
the truth is sometimes and think that Keith and me might be twins.  Maybe I
just wish it was so.  I floated that idea with Greg once, but he
categorically denied it, kindly though.  I'm not totally convinced though,
as over the past year I have developed a very close, healthy relationship
with Greg.  He treats me like Keith and calls me son. I like that.  And
Keith, well he's encouraged it all and has no problems with his dad
treating me like him, as a son, or sharing his dad with me.  It's like
finally getting the dad I've never had, despite my two uncles looking out
for me.

Jess letting me know he wanted to have sex with Keith sent my emotions into
turmoil.  Jealousy, sexual excitement, curiosity, fears, you name it, all
of it flew through my head.  I wanted to do this, but was afraid of the
outcomes.  What if...

In the end a solution presented itself!

Summer lasted into March and even to the beginning of April it was still
warm enough to swim, if we felt brave enough.  We'd launch off from the
rocks into the swimming hole.  Not for long though, as it was fucking cold!
The hot rocks made up for the shivers as lying on them, soaking up their
stored heat in the warming sun, was all it took to revive us.  Whenever the
opportunity arose, you were likely to find at least two or more of our
group there Ð Jess, Darryl, Keith and me.  Sometimes two or three of us
and on a couple of occasions all four.  Naturally, given that it was in the
great outdoors, we dressed appropriately; in the nothings as Darryl put it.
Yep, no doubt about it, nude swimming and horny boys, well you get the
picture.  And trust me, we were horny.

Darryl was the shy one, though he never missed a trick and raced into all
the splashing, ducking and grabbing antics we got up to.  Given our sexual
interest and history with each other, there was a fair bit of mutual
groping in and out of the water.  Of course there were usual comments on
the size and state of our wangers, especially after swimming when
everything had shrunk.  It amazed me how small our dicks could get,
especially Jess.  His dick shrunk back to just a fat little stump!
Darryl's bell-end usually poked half out of his soft skin, but after
swimming, his cock shrunk up so much that his foreskin completely covered
the end and extended past into a little wrinkly, scrunched up clump.  My
friend's dick skins never ceased to fascinate me, as I had none.  So my
shrinkage was easier to see.  But once on the rocks there was plenty of
help to regain our usually rampant state. Everything warmed up nicely.

I think Darryl was in sex heaven.  He had always been hot for Sonny.  We
all knew that way back in primary.  But he also had it bad for Jess.  So
here he was with the object of his wanking fantasies, swimming and spending
time with his dream boy, naked!  Thank god our eyes can't fall out cause if
they did, his would've been left at the swim hole.  He just didn't know
where to look, or at who.  No, he wasn't avoiding us, he just couldn't look
enough!  So when the grab and grope began, he was into it like a robbers
dog!  Good on him.  He was becoming bolder and bolder.

Our earlier activities had opened up possibilities I guess, so when Keith
and I dealt to him in my bedroom, it offered him a chance to be with
like-minded guys.  I knew he was gay even if he wasn't ready to confront
that, but at least he was able to explore his sexuality safely, without
condemnation and with friends who liked and trusted him.  And yes, Jess did
think of him in the same way as Keith and I.  Jess just didn't fully get
how much Darryl had it for him.  He found out quickly though.

Not to dwell on it too long, on those warm rocks one thing led to another
and if there ever were planes or drones flying over, they would have seen a
mix of boy bodies sucking and jerking each other.  Jess was very helpful to
us all.  He actually gave us tips and even demonstrated how to improve our
cock-sucking techniques.  I often wonder sometimes just who was the real
gayboy amongst us.  Darryl really got into his learning programme as our
teachers would say and proved he was just as keen a cock-hound as I was.

We would chomp and change with each other and by the time we ready to jizz,
we would all have had a taste or two of each other.  None of us were keen
to let anyone cum in our mouths.  I guess out of some weird form of
modesty, but in private, at home, anything was on.  I have to say that all
three of my friends have different, but similar tastes.  It took some time
for Darryl to get the courage to try it though

All of this was a bit of a revelation to us cause Darryl was the shyest kid
we kicked round with.  As said, he spent most lunchtimes in the library or
wandering around with a couple of computer geeks.  He's a really nice guy
with a very dry humour that always cracked Keith and I up.  But poor Jess,
well it was mostly over his head and lost on him.  We were pretty surprised
at how quickly Darryl came out of his shell and get into our sex play and
how open he was to messing around.  Maybe he was making up for lost
opportunities, or the frustration and desire he must've experienced and not
being able to find release.  He certainly made up for lost time though!

Anyway, our openness to mutual group sex on those rocks opened the way for
more serious sex play.  I guess it broke down some barriers.  Well it did
for me at least.  Keith and I would talk about `our swims' and over time,
(about two or three weeks), he convinced me that anything we might do with
Jess wouldn't harm our relationship.  He put my reservations and paranoia
to rest.  He made it quite clear to me, again, that while he was into
chicks, he really wanted to do this.  (As it turned out, over the next few
months I was surprised at how gay Keith was prepared to be).  He also
suggested that if we had a threesome with Keith, why not Darryl.  And
anyway, hadn't we already done that?  I had no answer to that

Having set the scene so to speak, we planned a good time to bonk Jess.  All
three of us were involved in Saturday sports and Jess also played out of
town quite often.  So our weekend opportunities were limited.  Also, given
what we planned to do, we needed to have a private space and that could
only be my place.  On a weekend after sport when mum was at work, Jess
discovered a part of Keith I always enjoyed and we discovered something
about Jess, that left Keith and I gobsmacked.

One wintery day in late April, all the planets aligned. Keith came up and
stayed the weekend.  Mum dropped all three of us at our respective sports
fields and picked us up after we'd finished.  I cleared it with mum for
Jess to stay the night and she was good with that.  I wondered why mum was
making up the spare bedroom downstairs, but didn't get into with her.  We
mucked around playing vid games, but I was fidgety and couldn't sit still
or concentrate.  Keith noticed and in his own special way calmed me a
little.  However, it wasn't because of my paranoia that I was nervous.  I
was rock hard most of the afternoon waiting for the big moment.  It was the
expectation of serious sex with two great mates, one I loved completely.

Mum left for work about two pm and that set Jess in motion.  He was plainly
excited and looking forward to the action.  We'd already showered after our
matches so didn't really need to shower again.  Jess insisted we all strip
and go to the bathroom.  We did, leaving our clothes in my room and went
downstairs, bouncing boners pointing the way.  I wondered what he was up to
until he asked if I had the enema gear.

"What's that I ask?"  "What you use to wash out your arse so it's clean."
Keith giggled.  Well, he's had previous experience.  "Oh," I say.  "Why?' I
ask.  "It makes fucking so much nicer and cleaner and you're not going near
me with those monsters until we're all clean."  That made sense.  The smell
and mess was something that did concern me about shagging.  "OK .  Do you
have a soft plastic bottle or something we can put a nozzle on?'  Jess in
charge now.  "Fuck knows," says I, and we set about searching.  By now we'd
pretty much gone soft.  We searched through the bathrooms, laundry and
kitchen.  The only thing we thought we might be able to use was a nearly
empty mustard sauce bottle with a screw-top nozzle.  Always prepared to
improvise, we cleaned it out and hey presto, an enema bottle.

With jess instructing, we filled the hand basin with warm soapy water and
topped up the bottle.  "Right, who's first then?'  Keith and I just looked
at each other.  "Don't worry fellas, it's quite a buzz if you do it gently.
Look, I'll do one of you, then you two do me."  Fair enough.  So Keith opts
to be the lab rat.  Obviously Jess had all the knowledge and no doubt had
done this before.  How many times I've no idea.  He had Keith lie in the
bath with raised legs apart, greased the nozzle with Vaseline and very
gently inserted the nozzle inside him.  Keith gasped as it went in.  It
wasn't the most comfortable position to be in as I was to find out, but
with a bit of effort, Jess managed to squirt most of the soapy water into
Keith's arse.

Keith's reactions made it clear that this was not a buzzy moment.  Never
the less, the promise of finally shoving his dick up Jess encouraged him to
go through the procedure.  Three times he was filled and of course three
times he flushed out.  Fuck, the smell!  Not nice!  Jess decided to give
him a final flush just to make sure he was clean as.  No, we weren't
shitting water into the bath.  We used the adjoining bog!

Now it was my turn.  I really wasn't looking forward to it.  Keith decided
he was going to wash me out.  I was happy about that at least.  So, like
him, same procedure, same results, until I was squeaky clean.  The pressure
in my guts from the water felt real strange and a bit painful, like I had a
crook tum and needed to take a dump fast!  Nothing about this excited
either of us.  Keith and I were seriously limp!  Jess however, was wickedly
boned all through it!

Fuck you, you little prick, your turn, I'm thinking.  Keith refilled the
bottle with clean but hotter water, while I spread Jess's arse cheeks.
Jess had decided he wanted to stand for his enema.  Well I guess he knows
best, I thought.  It was the first time I'd actually seen his pucker.  Well
up close at least. It was quite different to Keith's.  Less scrunched, more
smooth and where Keith's was tightly clenched shut Jess's was slightly
open.  I wondered if all the action he'd had with Sonny and Joel, might
have stretched him somehow.

With care, Keith slipped the nozzle as far into Jess as he could and
squeezed.  Well shit!  That's what fell out.  Brown stinking water.  Fuck,
all over the bath and floor.  I guess you shouldn't have an enema standing
up!  Fuck it, I thought. One of us has to clean this shit up!  And I'm
guessing it'll be me.  But, my mates being what they are, both helped me.
Jess was really embarrassed and couldn't stop apologising.  Once cleaned
up, about half an hour later and with new warm water, we were ready to try
again.  This time though, Keith and I insisted Jess get in the bath and lie
down!  No argument from him about that.

Off we went again.  Second time, not so brown and all of it in the bog
where it belonged. Third time almost clear.  But we insisted he be fully
cleaned and gave him two more rinses.  He complained and argued a bit, but
no, we were determined to get revenge for the promised `buzz'.  But at
least we were `cleansed internally'.  What a fucken process to go through
just to bonk someone I'm thinking.

Cleaned inside Jess says, "Let's shower just to make sure we haven't messed
anywhere."  That made sense.  We piled into the shower and wow, now it got
buzzy!  Hot water on a cold day, with lots and lots of soap and three horny
boys.  Mm, mmm.  All of us soaping and caressing each other, and oh my God,
what a rush that was.  We were into it; touching, caressing feeling each
other, soaping up each other's dicks; we really had to be careful we
didn't' t blow it before the main event.  We spent a long time enjoying
each other until the water began to go cold.  Oops!  Hope there's hot water
for mum when she gets home.

Cleansed inside and out, rinsed and dry, we raced up to my room and jumped
under the duvet.  We were shivering and snuggled up together for warmth.
Pre-cum was leaking everywhere over us, mainly on me as I was in the
middle.

Jess slowly brushed his fingers down my chest, over my tum and softly
closed them round my chubbing dick.  "Fuck that's big!" he hoarsely
croaked.  "Yep! He's my big, huge gayboy" Keith added and slid his hand
down to join Jess's. By now I'd boned up.  The feel of Keith and Jess's
stiffening cocks against my thighs also increased my excitement.  "How does
this fit in?" Jess mused.  "With some effort and a lota care" Keith
continued.  "Fuck-up you twats.  Stop talking about me and talk to me!"
And to make the point I squeezed their fattening shlongs.  "I thought you
were Zeb," laughed Jess.  "This thing here seems to be communicating to
us," as he shook my dick.

We played with each as we warmed up, getting more and more stimulated.  I
think none of us knew how we should start.  Jess took the lead again and
began kissing and licking his way down to my throbbing dick.  Keith joined
him and watched as Jess applied his skills to my pulsing dick.  Between
them, they took turns sucking and stroking me.  I stretched down to fondle
their hard, slippery members.  I wanted to suck them both and suggested we
spin round so I could.

We were into it! Jess and Keith attending to my needs and me to theirs.
Jess alternated between Keith and me.  He'd been a great teacher as Keith's
and my efforts brought encouraging comments from our mentor.  It was Jess
again who changed things up.  He took us down a new road and introduced us
to rimming and arse eating.  I had some probs with this Ð psychological
ones, as licking arse was a big barrier to cross.  However, the minute I
felt his tongue probing in and around my hole, I was pretty much hooked.  I
liked the sensations I was feeling.

Keith was closely watching him.  I got Keith to straddle me with his legs
bent up by my sides so I could get access to his smooth, very deep-crimson
pucker.  Tentatively, I flicked my tongue at his tight crinkly ring.  He
jerked, and then settled lower on my chest.  Throwing off mu inhibitions, I
dived in, licking across and around his hole.  He smelt of soap, a little
sweaty and slightly musky.  Actually quite sexy really.  By now Jess had
got Keith to spread my legs wide apart so he could get better access.  I
could feel him probing hard like he was trying to push his tongue through
my ring.  It amazed me how hard his tongue felt.  Copying him, I tried the
same on Keith.  I could feel his pucker clenching and relaxing and it was
during a relaxed moment that the tip of my tongue slipped partly into him.
The sudden clenching of his ring, gripped my tip tightly and for a moment I
was stuck just inside him.  I was enjoying this!

I felt cold as Jess pulled away, only to feel warm breath replace him.
Keith had taken his place.  We enjoyed another level of sex fun, we'd never
considered or likely to have, if Jess hadn't initiated us.  We progressed
like this, licking and caressing each others puckers and taints.  By now,
we were up for anything, roaring hard and in deep lust!  f we had any
inhibitions before, they were long gone!  Jess ramped things up.

Sounding breathless and desperate, almost pleading he rasped, "I want you
in me.  Please?"  Keith and I looked at each other.  He nodded to me and
murmured, "Go for it Zebby.  I really want to watch.  Please?"  OK then!
With trembling hands, (actually everything was trembling), driven by utter
lust, I reached into by bedside cabinet and grabbed what was left of the KY
lube and the hand towel.

Keith squeezed lube on his fingers and gently pushed them into Jess.  Jess
moaned softly, red-flushed with excitement, trembling uncontrollably.
Keith slowly in as far as he could get them, smearing the lube deeper and
deeper.  My leaking precum had become a flood and when Keith withdrew his
fingers, he smeared more lube and my pre-cum around my shaft.  I had to
hold his hand still in case he brought me to a happy ending too soon.

Greased and shiny, I shuffled between Jess's spread legs and aimed at his
shiny, pulsing pucker, on his hands and knees, waiting to be entered.
Keith held Jess's cheeks wide, while I positioned my cock at the entrance.
I felt Jess's heat just before my tip made contact with his pucker, leant
forward and gently pushed at him.  With a little effort, I slipped in and
he groaned, clamping down on my knob.  Keith was right next to be, his
breathing erratic.

"Push hard Zeb."  Push hard please," Jess said in a guttural tone.  So I
did and woo who, in I slid!  Way deep like half my cock disappeared inside
his steaming hot bum.  Oh fuck it felt great.  Not super tight like Keith.
It felt soft, slippery and somehow grippy, like the walls were caressing my
shaft.  With jess pushing back against me, he urged me to go deeper.  I did
and before long, and way beyond what I believed was possible, most of me
was buried deep up my mate!

Keith gasped and exclaimed "Fuck me!  It's all the way in!  Shit Jess,
doesn't that hurt?''  "No.  It feels fuckin great!  Fuck it feels good! Go
for it Zeb.  Fuck me hard!"  OMG.  I'd never heard Jess talk like this.  My
hesitation must've made Jess realise I wasn't sure what he wanted and so he
pulled back until I was just inside him, then shoved himself back hard.  He
did this a few times to show me what to do. I got it.  I went for it,
thrusting in as hard as I could.  I could feel my balls slapping against
him.

Jess really got into it.  He rammed himself onto my shaft, bucking and
writhing as he did, his moaning growing louder and louder.  He was totally
into being fucked, that much was obvious.  Try as hard as I could to stay
inside him, his wild bucking threw me around and I kept slipping out.
Keith came to my aid, guiding me back in.  It seemed like only seconds
before I knew I was going to explode.  I tried hard to hold back, but no
way that was gunna happen.  I flooded him with streams of hot cum.  It felt
fucking awesome!

I collapsed on Jess's back, clinging to him as I struggled to get my breath
back.  My cock continued to pulse away inside him.  I fucken loved it, but
was stunned at how much Jess was into fucking.  Wow!  Never expected that!

Jess, in a shaky voice said, "Fuck, Zeb, that felt ace.  I've wanted that
for sooo long.  But I really need get up and stretch a bit."  I hadn't
realised I might be causing him discomfort and pulled out quick which
brought a big gasp from Jess.  He stretched up, still on his knees, worked
his arms and shoulders, picked up the hand towel and wiped his crack.

Jess wasn't finished.  His cock though! I don't think I've every seen it
harder than it was right then.  The skin was so tight it looked like it
would split.  His shaft was up against his pubis.  It was hot looking and
throbbing madly.  I so wanted to suck it. Precum was oozing out in long
streams, dribbling down his shaft, over his balls and pooling on the
sheet. He needed to get off and real soon.

I was about to go down on him and made moves towards it when he stopped me
and said "Not yet Zeb, but do I want you to do that."  Turning to Keith he
asked, "Are you up for this Keith?"  falling back down on his hands and
knees, waiting.  Keith didn't need to be asked again.  He also didn't need
much lube.  With what was already inside and my left overs, Jess was pretty
wet.  Keith's cock didn't need much either as it was slick with precum.
Despite that I squeezed some lube in my hand and mixed it in with his
dribbling juice, making his cock all slippery and shiny, just as he and
done for me.  And like Keith, I helped guide his slippery dick into Jess's
oh so warm and snug passage.

Keith got the same response from Jess.  He bucked and shoved hard back
against Keith's tentative pushing until he got the message and just went
for it.  I watched in awe as Keith almost sank the complete length inside
Jess with one shove.  There seemed no resistance at all.  Jess's head shot
up and he let out a low groaning "Ahhh..."  merging into a lustful sounding
moan.  Sliding underneath Jess, I began licking away at his leaking knob.
Jess held me off from sucking him down, which was probably a safe move
given his frantic and wild gyrating.  Not long after though he begged me to
suck him.  Not a request I'd ever refuse and slurped him down my throat.

He tasted strong despite our cleansing shower.  I didn't mind at all, but
the amount of leaking jizz did slow things down and I did my best to clear
it away.  It was hard sucking him as he was bucking and just going wild on
the end of Keith's cock.  But I persevered and managed to take him deep.
Oh fuck, it was so hard, so hot, like a boiling hot concrete stub.  Even
his normally silky smooth, soft skin was stretched tight.  I was concerned
that with his frantic bucking I might hurt him if I bent his cock too much.
Each time it slipped from my mouth, it snapped back against him with a loud
whap! sending steams of juice everywhere; over me, over him, on the sheets.
I'd never seen him produce so much before.

I've heard the term `rabbit fucking' though not sure exactly what it
means. Something to do with fast and furious rapid fucking I think.  Well,
if that's what it means, Keith rabbit fucked his way to Jess's screaming,
thunderous cum.  Thank fuck mum was out and the windows were shut.  God
knows what the neighbours might think.  Keith's shouting "Ahhhs" mixed with
Jess's "Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!" which seemed to go on forever.  I was having
trouble dealing to his thick, salty-sweet, sticky cum, blasting down my
throat.  OMG, did he cum.  I did my best to deal with it, but despite how
much I enjoyed my work, there was just too much to deal with.  It leaked
from my mouth and as his cock slipped from my mouth and splattered over my
face.

We were all spent and exhausted, Jess especially.  Keith couldn't move for
a long time.  Jess never minded having him draped over his back.  Keith
only lifted off when his cock had deflated and slid out of what can only be
described as one well fucked arse!  There was cum everywhere, but you know,
not a sign of any other stuff.  No stains, no smell.  Just glistening,
slimy dicks.  Wow!  Jess was right.  He really knew what he was talking
about.  Fuck, the little bugger must've fair been getting it from Sonny and
Joel.  Wonder who taught him I thought.

It was a tumultuous, phenomenally exciting, sheer lustful sex session, no
denying it!  But it was also a little disturbing.  Jess just went nuts with
us jammed up his bum.  The friend I'd known the longest and thought I knew
the most, had a side to him I just did not know existed.  How could someone
like being fucked so much?  What was it about anal sex that was so
stimulating.  Shit, we've all got buttons that send us wild, but Jess must
have a whole dashboard of them hidden in his arse!

There were so many questions I had for Jess, but they would have to wait.
We needed to rest up!  The enema, shower and our fuck-fest, had taken not
much more than a couple of hours.  Didn't seem that long, but the intensity
of it all just left us done!  We lay in a heap of bodies, coming back down
to Earth.  As we cooled, we dragged the cover back over us and fell into an
easy sleep.  I don't know what time we woke, but is was well dark.  Looking
at my alarm clock, I saw it was nearly seven.  We were hungry!

Partially dressed, enough to keep warm, we went down to eat.  Passing the
bathroom, I realised we'd left the towels in a heap on the floor.  I
grabbed them and threw them into the washer, then sorted out what mum had
left us for dinner.  We ate, cleaned up and by then it was nearly eight
thirty.  I still felt tired.  It had been a very active day so said I felt
like going to bed.  As it turned out, all of us wanted the same thing.
Sleep however, was not to come until much later!