Date: Fri, 5 Feb 2016 15:57:22 +1300
From: ben zeb <zebben2014@gmail.com>
Subject: Math Class Pt 14

Math Class Pt 14
Revelations

The alarm sounded and we sleepily got up, Keith first.  Dragging on boxers
he grabbed my bathrobe and jeered, "First up!  Best dressed Zebby."
Raising my middle finger I casually sauntered over to the closet, hard dick
bouncing, and pulled out a new one.

"It's yours bud, but it's ok, you can wear mine.

"Don't mind actually.  Got your smell on it," he replied.  Downstairs, mum
had prepared our breaky and after a morning constitutional (as my uncle
calls it) we hopped into my shower together.  We washed each other and,
well just because it came up and we could, we gave each other a happy
ending!

Doubling Keith on my bike, we rocked down to the bus stop.  Jess and a
couple of others were waiting.  He joined us as I was locking up my bike.
Greeting him, I laughingly said, "You fucken coward!  Shit you split
quick!"

"Well, fuck Zeb!  I wasn't gunna hang around after the bottle came out.
Anyway, I told you.  I had to go to mums."  We were far enough away from
the others that no one heard what Keith said next.

"Yeah Jess.  And this fuck-nut went and blurted that we were giving him an
enema.  Actually, YOU gave the enema."  Jess's face changed instantly.  He
shouted, "You what!  You said what! What the fuck you say that for!  Oh my
God Zeb!"

"Yep.  He told Ali that he had a crook stomach and needed help to shit."

"Yeah, but what about you fuck-knuckle, telling mum we were shagging all
night."  Jess moaned and bent over as if in pain.

"Yeah mate," Keith bent down whispering in his ear, "Ali's gunna get
condoms for us all to use."  I added to his discomfort by telling him, "And
she's gunna get proper enema stuff for us to use next time."  Jess
straighten, looked at us both and almost pleadingly said, "You didn't
really say we were shagging, did you?"

"Absolutely Jess!"

"Oh fuck.  You've gotta be kidding."  We let him think that all the way to
school.

Bus came, we piled on heading down the back.  Jess still in shock.  At the
next stop Emma, Devon and Darryl got on, so the gang was all there catching
up about the weekend.  Keith being on our bus wasn't a surprise anymore, as
he stayed at my place so often he was like a local.  Sadly for me, a topic
of interest was the carryon in the park with the old geezer.  Nothing in
our small community gets missed.  Jess looked really unhappy all the way
into school, hardly saying anything, even to Devon, which was unusual.
Once there and heading to our homerooms, we let him off the hook and
explained that Keith had kidded mum.  It relieved Jess a bit, I think.  Not
so much about the enema though.  That little jem would keep I was guessing
until he caught up with mum next.

By this time of the year, we were all set into our own programmes.  All six
of us had science together, but apart from that, we were spread over other
classes.  We were `experts' in our own fields; mine was English for
example, Keith maths, Darryl science and if we needed any help with sports
or health, we'd go to Coach Jess.  Devon and Emma were our researchers.  We
got on great together socially outside school and supported each other in
school assignments and homework.  So by May, we were a tight group.

The girls, and a few of their friends would join us occasionally for
lunchtime games.  Jess and Devon had become a real item, which drew the
usual comments from others; get a room etc.  They were a great match; both
sporty and laid back but real friendly with all.  They complemented each
other.  There was no doubt they would make really cute babies and by the
way they were carrying on, very likely to.

Emma and Keith were becoming tight as well and though I genuinely felt good
about that, I was a little sad as well.  Well all right, a lot sad.
However, I knew that neither of them had bonked their girlfriends.  It
wasn't because of not trying though.

My programme meant that I had to do work placement as part of it.  Through
a bit of a jack-up and some negotiation, I was able to do most of that with
Greg, (Keith's dad) on his farm.  I would usually arrive on the home bus
with Keith the night before and stay overnight.  That had obvious benefits
for Keith and I.  Consequently, I was a regular at his home and accepted
into Keith's family.  Greg became my `dad' and me his `son'.  The only
problem initially, was Keith's little eight-year old sister, Sarah.  She
wasn't happy with me being there as she saw me as a threat to her and
Keith's relationship.

Sarah looked up to her big brother and God help anyone who even thought
about hurting her, as Keith would most definitely sort them.  He was very
protective of her.  They had a really close and loving relationship.  Every
night he would take time to help her with homework and read to her.  It
took a long time for her to come round and accept me.  In the end, it was
as easy as just helping her with a little assignment she had for school,
which gave both Greg and Keith a shit load of stuff to tease me about.

Sarah was creating a fashion outfit for one of her dolls and had all this
material lying around on the floor.  Some was bloody awful and clashed.  I
quietly sat on the floor near her arranging material as I thought it
matched.  She eyed me carefully but never said anything until I made a
mock-up of a black number with gold edging.  "Wow!" she goes, "That's
cool."  That's all it took.  For the next hour or so, until she had to go
to bed, we mixed and matched, critiqued and judged each other's designs.
In the end we came up with a combined ensemble that she loved.  I became
her new best friend, but only after Keith.  We got on really well from then
on and it was nice having a `little sister'.

Unfortunately, Keith made a hell of a lot of it, pulling the piss outa me
every chance he could.  And of course, since I was gay, you can imagine the
comments he'd fling round, but never ever when anyone else might hear,
except his dad cause he was having a field day with it too.  I'm not, nor
ever will be, a fashionista.  I just happen to like art!



One of the jobs Keith, and now me, had to do, was check the top boundary
fences after a storm or particularly bad weather.  Trees could sometimes
fall and damaged fences meant cattle or sheep free to escape into the bush.
There was a barn up the tops for hay storage.  On one fairly standard day
in late May, Keith and I were boundary running on the bikes.  It started to
rain and Keith suggested we shelter in the barn.  Made sense to me so off
we went.

Parked up and waiting, Keith spread some loose hay over some bales, grabbed
a tarp off wall and threw it over them.  It looked like a big, square, low
table.  Then he turned to me, smiled his wicked smile, walked over, grabbed
me by my coat lapels, almost dragged me over to the bales, turned me round
and pushed me down on them.  Falling on top of me he said huskily, "Zebby.
I want to fuck you!  I want to shag the shit outa you.  I've wanted to do
it for a long time."  I was a little taken back.  I wasn't sure if he was
serious or not.  But it was clear he was.  He had all the signs I'd come to
recognise in him when he is horned and ready to go.

Always ready to please my lover I tentatively said "OK."

"I promise I won't be rough like Jess likes it, but I've wanted to do his
soo much Zebby."  I just nodded.

Off he went.  In a few short minutes we were both bare from waist down.
He'd thought this through and prepared as he had some jell he used at
soccer, which he used as lube.  Then he flipped me over, pulled me into a
kneeling position and lined up his cock and gently, but firmly, pushed in
as far as he could go.  Oh shit!  I wasn't expecting that!  Even after all
the shagging we'd got up too, and there had been a fair bit, I wasn't loose
enough to take him in one shove and let him know with one almighty wailing
"Ohhwooww.."

Keith pulled back a bit and waited.  Slowly the pain eased and I let him
know.  He pushed again and I felt him slide in a bit more and ever so
slowly he embedded himself as far in me as his length let him!  I was
packed!  Funnily, it had become less painful than I thought it would.  A
few slow withdrawals and more lube applyed and it began to be enjoyable.
It was obviously enjoyable for Keith as he began to give me what he said he
would.  Little by little he pistoned faster and faster in and out.  I was
getting shunted around on the bales and he'd pull me back if he felt I was
getting away on him.  As his speed built up, so did his grunts, moans and
expletives.  He was into it!  And I was getting the shagging of my life!  I
knew he'd cum not from feeling it, but from the slamming shoves as he
ejaculated.  Keith didn't stop though and continued battering away at my
arse until he'd cum a second time.  I didn't.

I guess you could say it was rough sex .  But he loved it.  It was
different and new and well, exciting.  And though I hadn't got as much from
it as Keith did, I did enjoy the moment.  Keith was apologetic after the
fucking but I shushed him simply saying, "I could have said no.  I didn't
cause I wanted you to do it.  OK?"

 We sat there, naked waist down, cum leaking from my battered hole, talking
about it.  Keith told me he wanted to try different things but was afraid
to ask.  I just whacked him gently and told him he was a gonzo.  "We're
mates.  We can talk about anything".  He agreed and said, "You gotta do me.
But I'd be worried by that dong if you wanna shag me like I did.  You can
if you want though."

I said "No, not like that, but would like to try something. I want you to
sit on me."  His eyes lit up.  "Yeah!  OK then."  I could see he was into
this.  Horney bastard!

I lay on my back, throbbing bone poised up.  Keith lubed me sliding his
hands up and down my shaft.  "Too much of that and its game over!" I
stated.

"No chance."  And wiping his hands on the tarp, knelt astride of me trying
to line up his hole with my cock.  It took a bit but me made connection and
he just slid down my shaft.

Oh the feeling!  His tight tube sliding and gripping me, and the look of
bliss on his face.  That alone was enough to almost make me squirt.  With a
rhythmical motion Keith raised and lowered himself up and down my pole.  It
was the most exquisite feeling.  The only contact between us, his steamy
hot bum and my dick.

Watching Keith fuck himself on me was a sensational thrill!  He was in
control of the action.  I just lay there moaning and desperately trying not
to cum.  Too bad, I couldn't and blew what felt like a ton of spooge up
into Keith's bowels.  Cum slid out as he began to go harder and faster.  I
wasn't going soft anytime soon.  Sweat began to pour off him and after two
cums, he wasn't going to cum again for a while.  But I was and soon.  My
screaming lustful "Oh fucks and oh my God.  Oh fuck Keith" and violent
shoves upwards that nearly threw Keith off me, signalled my second body
rattling orgasm.  I was drained!

We were exhausted and Keith could only sit on me, resting on his hands,
looking at me, gasping.  His sweat dripped over my face and chest.  Not
wanting to leave his warmth, I gripped his hips and pulled him down hard
onto me.  Soon, the weight and trembles running through Keith drove him to
lay on me allowing me to wrap him up in my arms.

"Fuck, Zebby.  That was something, eh." He panted out.  "We should do this
more times."

"No probs with that buddy.  That was sensational.  Fuck I came some!"

"Not wrong there Zebby.  I felt it all.  Fuck I could have a bath in it."

"You just did only an internal one," I laughed.  "Anyway, you should talk.
Fuck your balls must be dried up little peanuts judging by the spooge you
dumped in me."  Then the giggling began.  It sometimes happened if we had
an especially explosive cum session.  But holy mother of God, we had
discovered a new way to ramp up our pleasure!  Those bales became known as
our `fucking bench' and it was used a number of times during the coming
months.

After a hard out shag session like that, Keith would want to make love at
night.  Then it was the opposite.  We would connect and disappear into a
universe of our own.

By no means had Darryl been forgotten.  After our sesh with Jess, Keith
wondered if Darryl might be up for it.  I figured absolutely, given his
out-of-the box performance up the creek.  My belief was confirmed one day
in May.  In a not particularly interesting lesson about politics, on a hot
afternoon, I noticed Darryl continually but quietly rubbing himself.
Sitting next to him as I did, it wasn't difficult to notice what he was up
to. Darryl noticed me noticing him.  He gave a shy smile and rested his
hand over a very obvious lump in his school shorts.

"I'm horney."  He simply said.

"I can see" I replied.  "You need help."

Darryl said nothing to that and just sat there pretending to work.  Then he
lent over and whispered in my ear, "I want to suck you."  I sat bolt
upright!  Holy shit!  That was out of the blue.

"Ok" was all I said.

We were about halfway through the lesson and by now Darryl's need was
becoming more obvious.  So much so that a little wet patch was forming on
the leg of his shorts where his dick ended.  I gave serious thought to
reaching down and dealing with his problem like I had with Keith in Maths,
but just lay my hand over his long lump.  Curling my fingers under the edge
of his shorts, I could just feel the head of a very hot dick.  Twiddling
around with it made him jerk around in his seat, so discretion as they say,
made me stop.  Don't want to make a scene.  By now his face was flushed.
Something had to be done!  I whispered in his ear, "Leave this to me.  Oh,
and try to get that down too, eh?" indicating the bulge.

Going up to the teacher I quietly told her that Darryl wasn't feeling well
and felt faint.  Could I take him to the sick bay.  She looked over at him,
saw he was obviously hot and flushed and said, "Absolutely Zeb.  Thank you
for being so considerate.  Should I ring through to the office for you?"

"No, I'll go there.  Darryl often gets like this and just needs to sit a
little and cool down" I lied.

Returning to Darryl and trying not to make too much of a scene, I pretended
to help him up and out of the room, shielding him from any view of his
troublesome wet spot.  I knew just the place and fortunately, not that far
from where we were sposed to go.  The school hall bogs!  Rarely used and
quiet.  Strangely for a school, the cubicles had walls from ceiling to
floor and a door that would only let anyone see underneath if you all but
lay flat on the floor to try.  Very private and quite roomy.  I know, I'd
used them before!

So off we went.  A quick look in the hall, yep, as I thought, no one there
and into a convenient cubicle.  I'd barely locked he door before Darryl was
tugging at my shorts.  Shit he was keen.  I held him off telling him we had
a fair bit of time and then slid my hands into his shorts feeling his
beautiful hard thin dick.  He trembled his way to my zip, unzipped and then
the catch, sliding my shorts down to my knees.  Then my boxers but not
before fondling my balls and dick.  In turn, I undid him and eased his
shorts and boxers down.  As I did his incredibly stiff cock sprang out and
hit against his tum.  A gob of precum flew off the end.

Slowly stroking each other, I pushed him gently backwards onto the toilet
seat.  He got the idea and shoved his mouth down my shaft.  It felt great!
He'd learnt since last time and it made me wonder if Jess hadn't given him
some private tuition.  He gave me a soft gentle blowjob, warning him when I
was getting close.  Determined not to shock him, I gently pushed him off my
dick and got him to stand up, changing places with him.  He objected a
little as he wanted to suck me off.  I sat down and returned the favour.
Even in the afternoon like it was, Darryl still smelt clean and tasted the
same.  I fellated him to orgasm letting him jet his soft milky sperm into
my mouth.  It tasted a little salty and a bit like fish.  Bloody hell, I
thought.  He's been eating sardine sammys again!  Still, I enjoyed his
protein.

Not content to leave a job unfinished he insisted he finish what he'd
begun.  No objections from me!  And down he went again.  This time, as I
approached cum time, he resisted my efforts to pull out.  Instead, he
thrust his mouth harder over my pulsing cock and let me flood his mouth.
He didn't swallow though, but I felt he could be turned about that.  What a
pleasant social science class I thought.  Hope there's more like this.

Redressed and checking we didn't have anything we shouldn't have on our
face or clothes, we left for the next lesson, the library.  Don't ask me
why we had it.  A freaking waste of time really.  Anyway, it was a chance
to catch up with mates and girlfriends for those who had them and we did.
In a corner with Keith and the rest, we spent the rest of the day
socialising.  When a moment came up, I gave Keith a heads up about what had
gone down.  He asked me did I think Darryl would be up for playing and I
assured him, "Definitely yes!"  He smiled his wicked smile!

Our Saturday sport was in full swing by June.  Jess had a rare home
game. It was a late game as it was a curtain raiser for the provincial
team.  Keith and I stayed to watch Jess play.  Afterwards, as Keith was
staying with me, Jess suggested he come over.  No probs there.  Keith and I
Iooked at each other and smiled.

As it turned out, it was a howling success!  Jess howled as we took turns
shagging him, hanging on tight as he bucked and jerked about wildly.

Mum had come through with her suggestion and had left condoms in my
bathroom draw.  So we used them.  It was a laugh finding ones to fit.
Either they were too long for Jess or too short for me.  Baby-bear Keith
found they were just right!  Anyway, with a lot of laughing and pissing
around we found ones that worked.  Can't say I'm a fan of them; they smell
but I know we should use them.  I won't suck with one on, at all.

Mum was at work so no probs with noise.  Keith and I weren't all that happy
going through the enema thing so we flicked that.  Anyway, we'd all had
showers after our sports so we were clean.  Jess only wanted two things; to
be sucked and fucked.  We obliged.  While Keith was giving him what he
wanted. I dealt to his impressive and fat cock.  He came as he always did,
in buckets full.  Then it was my turn to go deep inside my friend.  I
really thought I'd hurt him and it took a bit to convince me I hadn't as
his yelling and howling moans scared the crap outa me.  But I loved it!
Jess was different, soo nice and comfy!

That was the last time the three of us shagged together.  Jess had decided
fucking guys was too gay for him.  Funny bugger.  It didn't stop him going
wild getting fucked.  But I think it was more about Devon as they were a
very tight unit.  I know Jess had been trying hard to pop that very lovely
girl.  And he did!  Shortly after her birthday in June, she being 16, the
two of them consummated their obvious love for each other.  After that,
Jess was hooked on straight sex or so it seemed.

One weekend in late June, he came over.  Devon was away somewhere.
Inevitably I asked him if he'd like to stay over and he agreed.  In bed
that night, talking things through quietly as we always did, he opened up
to me, telling me how he felt about Devon.  As he put it, it was like I
felt about Keith.

"What about Sonny?" I asked.

"Don't know Zeb.  He's a mate and I do love him, but not anything like
Devon."  He paused and I was waiting for him to go on.

"Or like you." He shyly added.  I just looked at him.

"Say something dick!"  He implored.

"What can I say?  What do you want me to say?  I'm absolutely wrapped you
and Devon are on together.  About fucken time.  You're made for each other
and holy fuck, you'll make cute babies."

"But, us Zeb.  You said you loved me."

"Yeah.  And I do.  But I never gunna stand in your way.  How would that be
for a friend to do that?  It would fuck us up completely.  We're all going
down different tracks but doesn't mean we can't be friends still.  And you
are the best friend and the longest I've ever had."

"What about Keith?  Isn't he your best friend?"

"Yeah, but he's the one I'm totally in love with.  That makes it
different."

"I miss us."

"You got Devon."

"I miss us" he repeated.

"I do to" and left it at that.  I didn't want to say what was on my mind.

"So...we're here...and..." he trailed off.

"And what.."  If he wanted something, I'd dam well make him say it.

"And...well, you really love Keith and he loves you.  That came through
loud and clear that time we all screwed together.  You almost gave me the
same thing.  I loved and...and..."  and he stopped again.

"And."

"And I want to do it again.  Make love to me Zeb.  Not just a shag, but
love, like you do with Keith.  There I said it.  If that's a problem I'll
understand.  I really will," he rushed out.

So I did.  We made tender gentle love to each other like I've never done
with him before or since.  Everything you could do to please someone we
did, passionately and gently, locked together in each others embrace, we
came softly whispering our excitement in each others ear as I ogasmed deep
inside him and he between and over us.  We will always have that moment for
the rest of our lives.  I guess, in some strange way, it was like a goodbye
to our childhood, even though we were midteens.

By now it was term two break.  Two big things rocked what I understood
about my life.  The first gave me a hell of a surprise.  A great one!
Rocking up to Keith's on the first weekend of the holidays, Greg called me
over to the implement shed.  There was another farm bike there, a blue
Yamaha 125 next to the other two.  Now, right from the get go Keith had
been teaching me how to ride.  Once Greg thought I was proficient enough,
it didn't take too long, I was OK'd to use Keith's bike when I was doing
work experience.

So I was a little confused, as no one had mentioned that a new one was
needed.  I just stood there looking and commenting on it.  It wasn't new
but still in good nick for a farm bike.  Quite tidy actually.  Finally Greg
says, "Well.  Get on it."

OK so I do and ask, "Where we off to?"

"No where really.  Anywhere you like.  It's yours.  Happy birthday son."
It didn't click at first and then I realised what he said.  My head shot
round, mouth dropped open and like a dork just grunted "Wot!"

"It's yours son.  It's our early birthday pressie."

I could've bawled my eyes out.  In fact the wind must've come up right at
that moment and kicked up the dust cause my eyes went red and tears started
dripping out.  I couldn't speak.  Of all the things a teen boy could be
given, this must've been pretty near the top!  And this man had just given
it to me! It was a special moment between me and my dad.  That's how I
looked at it, and it was a confirmation of my standing with this very
generous and loving man.  All I could do was leap off and throw myself into
his arms.  My first big dad hug and it felt great!  "Thanks Gr...Dad."  I
hesitantly whispered.

"You're welcome Zebby.  Enjoy it."  Then he pushed me away and said, "Two
rules son.  Always a helmet and shoes and don't be a dickhead on it.  Keep
it clean and maintained and make sure you leave it in the barn.  No
doubling up on it till you're familiar with it. OK?"

"You bet!  But you know that was about seven rules, eh."  And smiled up at
him.  He just gave me a playful clip around the head and then ruffled my
hair.

"You have to be careful though Zebby.  I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I will. Promise."  And then, with all the joys of spring, as my uncle
would say, I was away.  It felt great!  OK so I was familiar with riding,
but this was mine and that made all the difference.  Of course, Keith was
in the know and had come out with me.  Bastard, I thought.  You knew, you
little prick.  I'll have to deal to you tonight.

We did.  Actually, we did regularly in his little bed.  I loved his bed, as
it made us get up close and personal.  Anything we got up to, and it was
pretty much everything, had to be done really quietly as Sarah's bedroom
was next door and Keith's mum and dad were just down the hall.  But we
managed, very happily.  There'd never be a Jess moment in his room though!

The second thing happened on Monday when I was working with Greg.  I was
helping him with an environment plan to keep nitrates etc out of the
waterways by planting a strip of native trees and bushes along the banks. I
would gain more credits towards my environmental science achievement, so it
was a win, win situation for us both.  Greg had me preparing and planting
flax, manuka and other natives up the top of the farm.  At lunch, I went
looking for Greg.  It took a bit but found him sitting on a rock on the
bank of the stream, staring into space.  He never heard me call at first
and it was only when I sat next to him he realised I was there.  I told him
what I'd done and asked if I could take a lunch break.  He didn't register
at first.  I asked him if everything was all right but he didn't respond.
It was pretty freaky, as I'd never seen him like this.

Finally, out of a growing concern for him I asked outright, "What's wrong
Greg?'

He replied, "Just thinking Zebby is all."

"Oh.  Is there something I can help with, then?"

He looked at me, smiled and gave me a big hug.  "It's the 3rd of July
today."

"Yeah, so what?  And six weeks to our birthday too."

"That's right Zebby.

"What's so special about today then?' I inquired.

He sighed, looked at me, looked up at the sky, looked back at me and
hesitantly said, "Sixteen years ago... today... was the last time I saw
your dad."  There were tears in his eyes.  I went cold.  I'd never known
exactly when my dad had die, just before I was born.  Greg went on, "Yeah!
That was the last time I ever spoke to him.  I told him to take care.  You
coming into my life has been a blessing Zeb.  It's like he's back with me."
What do you say to that!  Nothing I could think of so just sat there like a
fish out of water.

"You never knew that?"

"No...just that he died before I was born."

"Oh.  I thought you did.  I'm sorry if I've upset you Zebby.

"It's OK Greg, but, you and him knew each other.  That's the surprise.  But
it does explain why mum lights a candle every year about this time.  How
come you knew my dad?

"We went to school together, through primary and secondary and were mates
when we left.  We had another friend called John too.  I haven't seen or
heard from him for sixteen years either.  We were all close friends like
you, Keith and your friend Jess."  Holy fuck!  That was a revelation.  How
close I wondered.  Really like me and my two great mates?  Whoa!

"So you know what happened to my dad, don't you Greg?"

"Yes Zeb."

"So...what then?" I asked.

"You should ask your mum Zebby.  It's not really up for me to say."

Now I was getting angry.  "Why won't people tell me the truth?"

Greg sat there quietly.  I guess he was thinking about what I said because
turning to me he said, "The night your dad died the three of us were all
together at a pub.  Your dad and John had been arguing.  John had decided
to go to Aussie and your dad was angry about it.  I was disappointed about
it to.  But John had decided he was going and that was that.  Your dad and
mum left before John and I.  Your dad was driving but hadn't been drinking
Zeb, so it wasn't a case of drunk driving.  A car coming the other way came
round a bend on the wrong side and smashed into the car.  He was killed
instantly and your mum was hurt badly.  As you know, she was pregnant with
you.  It was touch and go for the rest of the pregnancy whether you would
survive or not.  Your mum spent along time in hospital to make sure you and
she did.  John was devastated when we heard what happened.  He didn't get
over it.  The last time I saw him was at your dad's funeral.  He went away
the next day."

"So you knew my mum too."

"Yes, but not well.  I only met her a few times before that night and only
a couple more after.  I met her again in the hospital when you and Keith
were born.  In fact I held you when you were less than a day old.  It was
Debby and your mum who were friends."

"Why were my dad and John arguing?"

"Hmmm..." Greg goes, and to himself, "How much to say."  Turning to me he
goes, "Zebby, you and Keith have a great relationship.  You've been so good
to my boy and are vital to him.  I hope you know that."

Yes, I think I do, but it goes both ways Greg.  He is the best thing that's
happened to me.  He saved my life!"

"Right, he told me that.  I think you can understand then, that your dad
and me had a similar friendship like you have with Keith and Jess.  Well,
John loved your dad.  He loved me to, but your dad was number one in John's
eyes.  John was going away because he thought it would give your dad a
better chance to make things work with your mum.  Maybe it would've. We'll
never know.  But you and Keith must never hurt each other.  You've really
got to protect what you have.  Always remember that Zeb.  A friendship like
yours and his doesn't come along very often.  So cherish it.  I still miss
my friend John and wonder what he's up to.  Especially to day.  It's my day
for remembering friends."

"Oh.  I'm sorry for pushing in.  I'll go away if you want."

"No Zeb.  I don't want.  Being with you today makes this day even more
special.  I just didn't' know how to tell you that.  I'm glad you know
now."

"I am too Greg."  I was real happy that Greg had filled in some gaps for
me, but also confused.  I felt I'd been outed and Greg too!  Time for lunch
I thought.

 That evening while the family were sitting around watching TV, Sarah came
and sat between Keith and I and began flipping through a photo album.  I
glanced over and even though I recognised some photos of Keith, she felt
she needed to explain who was who.  Suddenly she pulled my arm and asked,
"Why is your school photo in here?"  I knew it wasn't and replied, "It's
not."

"Yes it is," she persisted. "Look.  And there's Keith to," giving my arm
another shake.  Keith by now had glanced down and exclaimed, "Shit Zeb!
Look you are! You've been lying about your age you old fart," he laughed.
Greg looked up and said, "You can cut out the old fart, you little bugger.
That'll be one of my class photos."  Looking down, I gave a start.  It
looked like me but that could not be possible.

"Oh my God.  It does look like me!" and taking the album from Sarah, had a
close look at an old style school photo from1991 with an impossibly close
likeness of Keith and I standing next to each other.

"That's your dad Zebby," Greg said softly.  Bring it over here son."
Getting up he walked over to the dinning table.  Keith and I joined him
with Sarah following.

"Yep.  You sure do look like him Zebby."  He commented.

Greg talked us through the photo pointing out who was who. They were only
names to us, except one, John.

"So what's Zeb's dads name?" Keith asked.

Greg and I answered, "Zeb."  I explained that mum had called me after my
dad.

"What, he's called Zebanaiha to?"

"Yep!  Prolly the only two the world," I responded.  Sarah was studying the
photo closely.  "Your dad looks just like you, Zeb," she stated.  There was
no denying that.  The resemblance was uncanny.  We could have been twins.
Greg told us the photo was taken when they were all the same age as Keith
and I.  I couldn't believe it.  I was staring at me!  Greg noticed and
softly said, "Your dad was a really nice guy Zeb.  He was an incredible
friend.  It isn't just that you look like him.  You are like him.
Sometimes..."  He stopped.  I looked at him and could see tears in the
corners of his eyes again.  "Sometimes it's almost like you're him."  Greg
cleared his throat and said, "Right missy.  Bed time for you."  Sarah
objected trying all the usual excuses, but she went off.

Greg got an old shoebox from the bookshelf and sorted through the photos in
it explaining what they were.  They were all of the three friends.
Everything I learnt, from that morning and now, filled in the blanks in my
life I'd always wondered about.  It deleted most of what I'd thought,
created more questions.  All I'd known was that he and mum were deeply in
love and that he died in a crash before I'd been born.  What Greg showed me
was a revelation.  The emotion of the moment wasn't lost on Keith or his
dad.  Keith put his arm around my shoulders as I tried to keep the tears at
bay.  Greg sensed that I still had questions needing answers.

I idly flicked through the collection of memories.  Greg would often pick
one up and look at it for what seemed hours, a soft smile on his face, just
like Keith gets.  The two of them were so alike.  I'd ask a question
occasionally.  One photo I kept going back to.  The three of them leaning
on an old Holden.  A woman I recognised was leaning on the shoulders of my
dad.  She had a huge belly.  My mum!  Dad and mum looked so happy.

"Can I keep this one please?"  I asked.

Greg took it from me, brushed his fingers over it like I do to Keith in
tender moments, and said, "Yeah. Of course Zeb."

"When was it taken?  Mum looks really pregnant."

"Yep.  She certainly is."  Debbie, Keith's mum came over.  "That's a lovely
photo. I've always liked it."

"I won't take it then."

"No Zeb, take it.  It was the last photo taken of your dad.  It really
should be yours," she replied.

Any further questions were cut off as Greg said, "Got a big day tomorrow,
best we hit the rack!"  Keith went off as did Debbie but I sat there.  Greg
looked at me and said, "What's on your mind Zebby?"

I thought about what to say and just cam out with, "You haven't told me
everything.  There's more, isn't there?"

"Yes Zebby, but I don't think I have the right to tell you.  You do need to
talk to your mum about it though."

"Why?  Why can't you tell me?

"Because it's up to your mum if she wants to say anything else.  As far as
your dad, John and me go, well, we were very, very close friends.  Like you
and Keith are.  You understand what I mean, don't you Zeb?"

I looked at him.  If I'd had any doubts about thinking I'd been outed, they
were confirmed now.  My blush alerted him to my embarrassment.  Greg went
on.  "You and Keith are good for each other.  I can't even begin to tell
you how important you are to him and he is to you.  I understand more than
you both think I do, Zeb.  You must protect what you have between
you. Don't let it be damaged by anything.  Protect and love each other no
matter what.  Be honest with each other.  And one more thing, be careful
Sarah isn't surprised."

WTF!!!  Had he just told me it was all good we were madly bonking each
other, just don't let the sister catch us?  Had he just told me that the
three of them were doing what Jess, Keith and me were doing?  Who was the
gay one I thought?  I was dumbfounded!

"Have you just said what I think you've said?"  was all I could say.

"Yes Zeb.  I have."  He laughed.  Don't be so shocked.

"Greg..dad..Gr..oh fuck!  Dad!  I know what I am.  I know what Keith is.
But which of the three of you is me?"  Fuck it I thought.  Let's get it all
out there on the table!  I had my suspicions.

Greg tapped his finger on one of the three in the photo.  I was sort of
afraid to look in case my suspicions were proved.  It was a dammed if you
do, dammed if you don't sorta moment.  Glancing down, I laughed.  Greg gave
me a strange look.  "It's John," I stated.

"Yes, John.  He was the glue that stuck us together."  I burst out
laughing.  Greg realised what he'd said and cacked up to.  "Not quite what
I meant, but you get the picture.  He's like you Zebby."  That brought my
head up.

"You're the.."  Greg was trying to find the right word, "You're the binder,
the glue fuck it, that joins the three of you.  That's what I meant about
you being like John."  He gave me a hug and sent me off to bed.

Deep in thought, I quietly entered not wanting to wake Keith.  I needn't
have worried.  As I was slowly undressing he caught my hand and gently
pulled me down to him slipping his arm around my shoulders.

"You OK?" he asked.

"Yeah.  Just stunned a little.  It's been a big day."

"Yeah.  Who knew?' he stated.

"Not me, obviously," I responded.

"You look worried."

"Not worried actually, just, don't know how I feel.  Numb sorta."

"Well I have the answer to that.  I'll warm you up!," and with that, pulled
me into a warm embrace.

That night, whether we knew it or not, we shared ourselves in his little
cosy bed for the last time.