Date: Wed, 10 Feb 2016 18:16:37 +1300
From: ben zeb <zebben2014@gmail.com>
Subject: Math Class Pt 15

Math Class Pt 15

Last Writes - One

I lay there long into the night, Keith in my arms, his soft breath
caressing my cheek and neck, thinking through the events of the day.  Sleep
had deserted me despite our earlier prolonged love-play.  Greg's
revelations had comforted and confused me.  Comfort because long held
questions had been answered but in doing so, had created more.

What else wouldn't he tell me?  Was it about mum, or dad?  The strange idea
I'd created in my mind about being a twin, though not possible, still
nagged at me.  How come we hit it off so well?  Why was our friendship so
symmetrical to Greg's and dads?  Why was he so accepting of me, especially
knowing what we got up to? Greg obviously missed his friend John.  Why
hadn't he tried to keep contact?  What might have been my life if dad
hadn't died?  Why did they argue?  What if, this! What if, that! What
fucken what! Round and round in my head.  I was restless and struggled to
lie still in case I woke Keith.  I don't think I slept a wink but must've
cause I woke with a start when Debbie tapped lightly on the door.  In a
flash I was out and under the covers of the spare bed!  Just in case.

Debbie opened the door a little and spoke through the gap.  "Breakfast is
ready boys."  "Ok " Keith replied sleepily.  Greg had me back on the
planting project, my job for the week.  Keith had other plans for the day.
I liked working alone as it gave me time to sort out what was in my head.
Greg wasn't forthcoming with any more info about my dad, just telling me I
had to ask mum.

On a couple of days, Keith helped so we got to make use of the top barn, if
Greg wasn't around.  I got another royal shagging and Keith performed a
sensuous dance up and down my steel-hard pole.  Naturally, all of this was
accompanied with a howling chorus of shouted exclamations, expletives and
lusty moaning.  Sensational!  It also gave us a chance to make plans for
Darryl.

The first weekend, Greg asked if we would like to go fishing on Saturday.
Stupid question, of course we would!  But could we ask one more friend to
come.  Yes, no probs, so that was settled.  We asked Darryl if he would
like to come up on Friday night to my place.  Though he didn't need any
enticement, we sweetened the deal by asking him if he would like to go
fishing as well.  Stupid question!  Of course he would.

I rang mum and cleared it with her.  She made a pointed remark. "I guess
there's no need making up the bottom bed then!"  "Might as well," I
returned, "Greg will prolly stay Saturday night."  Friday, Mum came out and
picked us up and on the way home, Darryl too.  It was late by the time we
arrived, so after stooging around watching some TV and supper, we went of
to bed.  Mum gave me a look I couldn't read as I headed up.  Just what did
she really know I wondered.

Darryl, as he often is, looked shy and nervous; a goofy looking smile
plastered over his face.  We took it slow, deliberately slow.  I guess we
were teasing him really.  Keith and I undressed, throwing our clothes into
a pile on the floor.  Darryl watched our every move.  If we'd had music
playing, it could've been a strip show.  I noticed he was trembling.  Ah,
Ha!  Sure sign that!  Down to our boxers, I looked at Keith, nodding
towards Darryl.  He smiled his wicked smile.

We helped Darryl. Taking off his glasses, we slowly undressed him.  Hoody
off, hands caressing under his tee-shirt, front and back, his warm skin
quivering under our touch.  Goose bumps popped up at out touch. His
nipples, hard and erect protruded through his shirt.  Finger tips grazing
his tum and caressed his perfect inny.  Then slipping into the waistband of
his jeans, just brushing the bulge in his briefs.  Back out, unzip, slip
the catch, open the fly and OMG, his thin, long dick looked like it was
going to burst through the straining cotton of his briefs.  A tiny wet spot
was appearing at the tip of his clearly outlined cock-head.  By now he was
panting and shaking.  Slipping his tee shirt off, then his jeans, we pushed
Darryl backwards on to the end of the bed. He lifted one leg then the other
to help us as we pulled them off.  There we were standing before him,
raging boners throbbing in our boxers.  Not one word had been said.

Darryl tentatively placed his hands over our bulges.  His long fingers
gently caressing, squeezing and sliding up and down our shafts.  Shakily,
he pushed our boxers down.  We did the rest, removing them to allow him
better access. Gently holding our dicks between thumb and two fingers, he
began to lick and suck us alternately.  OMG he'd learnt well!  It felt
great! His soft lips and mouth caressing and sucking up and down our
shafts, tongue swirling around our knobs.  As he switched from one to the
other, he would subtly brush his fingers up, down and around our dicks and
balls.  Darryl really got into it, sucking harder taking us as deep as his
hot, wet mouth would let him, almost to the point of gagging. If he'd kept
that up, it would all be over in a flash.

Pushing him gently off us, we helped him stand shakily before us.  Slipping
a hand each into Darryl's briefs, we slid them to his knees. Darryl did the
rest by shaking them down and stepping out.  He stood there naked.  A soft
tuft of silky black pubes rested at the base of his arrow-straight thin
cock that danced to the beat of his heart.  Thin blue veins snaked their
way through the length of his translucent, taught skin, so tight, it looked
like it might split.  A thin gossamer strand of precum hung from the tip of
his rigid cock.  His foreskin was pulled almost painfully hard back,
exposing a deep purple knob that contrasted against smooth alabaster and
almost hairless skin, tan lines framing it.  What a totally sexy guy!

He looked like he might collapse so we led him to the bed, helping him in.
We slid in next to him, lying close, teasingly tracing the tips of our
fingers over his chest and tum, through his hair, around his ears and face.
He murmured his pleasure as he gripped our very stiff cocks in what felt
like a death grip.

What followed was a hot but restrained sex session.  Would he let us fuck
him?  I wasn't sure, but we were keen to find out.

It was all on; arms and legs tangled, throbbing dicks slipping into hot,
wet sucking mouths, crystal clear trails of cum spreading over our faces,
chests and anywhere our dick-tips touched.  As our heat built, off came the
covers.  Naked and rolling around on my bed, we warmed each other.  I
worked on taking Darryl's thin long dick deep into my throat, as far as I
could, coating it completely in saliva.  Keith reached into my bedside
cabinet, taking out the ever-ready lube.  He whispered in my ear, "Sit on
him Zebby."  As I kept deep throating my gasping friend, Keith greased me.
Straddling Darryl, I slid my way slowly down his searing hot spike, Keith
doing his best to take me deep into his mouth.

I guess all our shagging had done its work, as taking Darryl's dick deep
wasn't as uncomfortable or painful as previous fucks.  Once impaled, I sat
there, enjoying the feelings I was getting front and rear.  Keith
manoeuvred so that he straddled Darryl, his leaking dick above his face.
Darryl lifted his head and took it in his mouth. I could feel Darryl giving
little thrusts into me.

Darryl's wildly trembling legs told me it wasn't going to be long before he
blasted his power shots into me.  As he did, he frantically tried to suck
Keith deep.  Keith lifted off letting me lay gently on Darryl.  Carefully,
I rolled over onto my back, holding him tight, wrapping my legs around his
waist.  Happily, he managed to stay inside me.  Nothing was said, but the
expression on Darryl's face told me everything I needed to know; that we
hadn't gone to far and he loved it!  Darryl looked ecstatic!  Dreamy eyed,
almost trance like and a smile I reckon would be there for weeks!

Darryl was rock hard.  Little pulses from him told me he was still coming
down from whatever level we'd taken him to.  Keith whispered in his ear
"Would you like some more?"  A dreamy "Yes please," gave us the go ahead.
"Can I put it in you Darryl?" I heard him ask.  Darryl's eyes opened wider.
"Oh, umm, Ok then.  I haven't done it much though." Keith gave me the WTF
look and I just smiled at him.  I'd had my suspicions confirmed.

Once lubed, Keith took his time, propped himself up on his arms and very
carefully, slid in bit by bit.  If Darryl hadn't had much experience at
shagging, he certainly handled it well.  So well in fact, that soft little
moaning, breathless sighs and ohhs, let us know he was right into it.  As
Keith penetrated Darryl, he pushed him into me, sending more shivery
tingles through me.  Darryl began pushing back against Keith, increasing
the length of his thrusts into me and of course the zings and tingles
increased.

Keith and I had edged twice now, so we wouldn't last much longer.  Darryl's
hot skin rubbed against my cock, as it lay pinned between us, my pre-jizz
flowing out adding to the sensation.  Darryl popped a second load into me
and the clenching of his anal ring encouraged Keith.  Keith's pulsing
bursts were accompanied by quietly uttered uhhs and ohhs.  The forceful
thrusting that went with each burst drove me over the edge and I poured my
hot, sticky cum over my tum, smearing it over Darryl's.  Keith collapsed on
Darryl's back, his extra weight squashing down on my chest.  We couldn't
stay like that long.

Once we'd calmed down, we rolled to the side, softening dicks sliding out;
Darryl's tickling the walls of my bum as it did.  Two lots of his thick cum
were residing inside so it was not a surprise as it leaked out. Keith saved
the day, reaching over and grabbing the hand towel.  Knowing Darryl was a
clean freak I figured he'd want to clean up.  Pre-empting him, I suggested
we have a quick wash in my bathroom.  We did; a basin of hot soapy water
between us, taking turns to clean each other.  Not as exciting as a shared
shower, but still fun.

Back in bed, snuggled up together, I thought about what we'd done.  I loved
it!  No doubt about that.  By day Darryl was a really shy guy.  He wasn't
confident and that had contributed to his lack of friends, I figured.  But
holy mother of God, did he come alive whenever we'd engaged in sex-play and
tonight was a classic example.  He was like two different people.  I smiled
to myself wondering how much he'd got up to with Jess.  I liked Darryl,
even his maddening chatter about anything and everything. I thought he was
really quite sexy.  Darryl was a genuine lovely guy and a very true friend.
He deserved to have shit loads of mates.  What a shame he didn't.  But at
least he had the five of us.

Mum woke us early.  She had day shift so had to go by seven and Greg was
also due.  We had to catch the tide.  Keith told us we wouldn't need rods
but I grabbed two anyway, and my tackle box.  Greg rocked up about seven
thirty and we left.  Ten Kms up the coast we put the boat in.  Darryl
surprised us all, as he knew exactly what he was doing.  His Granddad took
him out lots he informed us.  On the way out Darryl started.  Off he went
chatting to Greg, telling him the history of the area, mussel farming,
snapper habits and on and on and on.  He was particularly interested in
Greg's enviro planting project.  Keith and I just looked at each other and
rolled our eyes.  Greg took it all in his stride. He listened to Darryl
graciously, encouraging him and showing genuine interest.  And Darryl, well
he seemed to grow in confidence by the minute.  That was the effect this
incredible man, my mates dad, had on people.  And his son was just like
him.

We roped up in one of the mussel farms, baited up and cast.  Keith and his
dad gave encouraging tips and explanations to both Darryl and me.  When it
came to fishing, I was a bunny.  So it seemed, was Darryl.  If the chatter
out hadn't created a connection, the fishing lessons Darryl got from Greg
did.  They hit it off well.

With Keith's encouragement I landed two keepers.  Darryl was there in an
instant, checking the measurements, the state of the fish and whatever else
he could get away with before we got them in the fish bin.  God help us!
Professor Darryl the fisheries inspector was with us.  And that's how he
got his nick.  We called him Professor from then on.  We still do.

Four hours later, twelve good-sized snapper between us and endless
excitement about the one that got away, (Keith's kingfish), we headed back
in.  The weather had kicked up a bit and a cold wind was coming from the
south.  We stopped for pies and fizzies at a general store on the way back
and of course, as we do on the coast, full reports of fishing conditions
had to be shared with others.  That took the best part of an hour so we
didn't get back till a bit after two.  Keith and I dealt to the fish while
Darryl helped Greg clean the boat and equipment.  Once done, Greg gave a
fair amount to Darryl for his family.  I let him use my bike to take them
home and Keith offered to go with him.

After a shower and a change of clothes, I rang Emma and asked if she could
help me with a favour.  I explained what I wanted telling her I didn't
expect any result but asked if she could help me find someone in Aussie.  I
gave her a name and an area and she said, "No probs, let you know what I
find.  Can you flick me a pic."  I took a cell shot and emailed it to Em.

Downstairs again, I made coffee for Greg and Milo for me.  Relaxing in the
lounge, sipping our drinks, Greg said, "You have some great friends son.
Darryl's a dag isn't he? Does he talk in his sleep?"  And he winked at me.
"Haven't heard him yet," I replied smiling back at him.  I got the
reference.  "Keith's really lucky to have you Zeb.  I meant what I said
about looking after him.  He lost a really close friend when he was about
nine and that ripped him to bits."  "Yeah. He told me about Robbie."
"Yeah, Robbie.  He was his cousin.  They went everywhere together and were
inseparable.  Keith loved that kid.  Just like you Zeb.  It ripped him
apart when Robbie died."  I sat bolt upright.  Greg went on.  "He lost a
little of his spark after that and wasn't quite the Keith he had been.  He
got really sick and though he recovered, he never fully got over losing
Robbie.  Then you came along.  No bullshit Zeb, you gave him back his
spark.  For that I can never thank you.  I have my boy back."  He stopped,
staring at the floor.  I went over and put my arm around his shoulders.
"Keith found my spark too.  So you see, I owe him as well."  I wanted to
ask how he died but felt that would be too intrusive.  Greg looked at me,
hugged me back and suggested we sort out what to do with the fish.

Keith and Darryl came back just on dusk.  He'd txt to say he'd caught up
with Jess and the girls, so no drama.  Darryl came back smelling clean and
changed. As it was blokes night, (mum was spending the night with Debbie
and Sarah), we decided to go master chef; pan fried fish, oven chips and
bread with shit loads of tomato sauce, which we ate watching the rugby.
Darryl wasn't into it so he headed up to bed before the second game.  Keith
followed about a half hour later and showered.  I went up as he was
finishing.  Greg winked at me as I left the lounge.  I smiled shyly back.

Keith slipped in next to me, laid his head as he usually did on my chest
and we all talked softly about the day.  He told me what he and Emma got up
to; just chatting, but I sensed a little tone of regret in his voice.  It
didn't take too long before we slipped into sleep.

We had fish for breakfast.  Mum txt to say she was going straight to work
from Keith's and Greg left about nine.  We were home alone!  As we hadn't
showered yet, we thought that'd be a great idea.  Into the bathroom we
trooped.  Darryl began to undress us and we let him.  This kid certainly
had hidden depths!  The shower was a bit of a squeeze but it achieved the
required result and by the time we were dried and back in my room, we were
ready for a long, lazy sex romp!

Darryl laid on my bed, arms and legs spread, soaking up the warmth of the
sun streaming through the window, a soft smile between his blushed cheeks.
Keith and I climbed over the end and crawled up to him.  We went to work,
licking and sucking him wherever we could.  I'd made sure to wash his arse
thoroughly, even gently pushing my finger into him to clean him out a bit,
so I was pretty sure he wouldn't smell or taste bad.  He didn't.  Darryl
loved me doing that!

We did what we did with Jess.  We fucked Darryl. He fucked us.  We sucked
him as he was fucked; he did the same.  Everything was done almost in
silence but gently.  No wild wailing.  No rabbit fucking.  No slamming into
anyone.  We enjoyed a sweet sex session where mutual pleasure was
exchanged.  By the time we lay exhausted and spent, around twelve, we were
ready for a snooze.

After another quick shower we went off to the local cafe for a late lunch;
pizza and ice cream.  We mucked around at the park, had rock skipping
challenges and such until mum tooted at us as she came home.  Darryl had to
be home by four, so mum took him back.

Keith and I had a quiet night in.  After our morning's activity, we were
happy to snuggle up and talk our selves to sleep.  Mum got us up early as
she had to be at work by eight and she wanted to get us back to Keith's.
He was a little agitated when we got back and I overheard his mum say
"It'll be here when it's here."

Lunchtime when we came in, he got happy.  Leaning against the wall was his
new bed.  A double!  "Got a coupla jobs tonight Zebby," he smilingly said.
Hmmm, interesting and interesting I mused.  That night, we made up the bed,
shifted his furniture around, one single bed going into Sarah's, the other
staying.  Naturally, the new bed had to be christened and it was that
night.  Quietly and softly, we made his bed ours.

We were back planting and re-fencing the enviro strip.  On Wednesday night,
Keith asked if he could go into town on Thursday cause he wanted to catch
up with Emma.  "Yes, if you can find someone to help Zeb and he agrees,"
Greg told him.  We looked at each other and simply said "Darryl."  No probs
with that.  Darryl came out Thursday and helped me.  He talked all day!
But it was a useful thing for both of us as we came up with ideas for our
holiday assignment, me enviro strips on farms, and Darryl, possum control
and declining numbers.

Thursday night was cold, but cloudless.  We rode the bikes to the tops and
once there, were rewarded with a brilliant view over the plains.  Tiny
lights crawled their way across them.  To the north, a huge glow behind the
hills indicated our biggest city and far in the west, the lights from
another.  In between, lights from every town, village and farmhouse
twinkled below. It was spectacular.  Bush critters chirped and clicked
away, competing against the soft sighing of the wind through the trees.
Occasionally, the grating rasp of a possum was heard.  Greg commented we
should've brought the guns.  Next time Keith suggested.

We rode back slowly.  Darryl was with Greg.  As we passed the top barn,
Keith nodded his head towards it and then at Darryl.  I laughed.  Yeah, Ok
I thought.

We introduced Darryl to the joys of a hay barn sex romp the next day.  This
kid was bloody insatiable!  I thought my sex needs were high.  But Darryl,
holy shit!  Just the mere suggestion seemed to get him up and ready.  Maybe
he was making up for lost time.  I really didn't know.  But shit, given a
chance, he was in like a robbers dog!

It was wild!  Not like with Jess, but just as frantic.  Hands lips,
tongues, mouths went everywhere.  Darryl needed no encouragement to get on
his hands and knees on the bales, baring and spreading his cheeks.  Keith,
always thoughtful, had brought the lube.  We enjoyed plugging into Darryl
and he enjoyed us doing it.  We did the piggy in the middle thing, changing
places so all had turns in the middle. Yes it was noisy.  Being so far away
it didn't matter, unlike Keith's bedroom.  The only thing we had to
consider was Greg or his farm worker catching us.  Happily, that never
happened.  Unfortunately, after our sex-play, was the water we used to
clean ourselves up with.  It was fucken cold!  Darryl looked a little
uncomfortable when he sat on the bike though.  That afternoon mum came out
to take Darryl and me home.  That was the last time Keith and I used the
barn.

I spent a quiet weekend with mum.  It gave me a chance to talk to her.  I
showed her the photo I'd got from Greg.  She was surprised and asked where
I got it.  I explained what I knew.  Mum didn't look happy about it and I
was worried I'd upset her, though didn't know why.  It wasn't me she
explained, it was that Greg had told me.  "Why didn't you tell me all about
dad?" I asked.  She couldn't answer at first then tried to explain that she
was waiting for the right time.  "When was that going to be?" I demanded.
"When you were older and could understand."  "I understand now." I
retorted.  Mum thought for a long time, then said.  "I'm sorry Zeb, you're
right.  I should have told you sooner.  Thinking about him just makes me so
sad.  It was easier to say nothing.  What Greg told you is right.  They
were all good friends, like you, Keith and Jess.  John left and that upset
your dad and Greg."  "Why?" I asked.  "I don't know really, but I thought
he was sweet on me and didn't want to compete with your dad."  That
surprised me.  "You know I light a candle every July. It's for your dad.
But I think about him everyday.  After all these years, I still love him,
and you, well you Zeb are so like him."  I left it at that.

School started again on Monday.  On the bus, Emma gave me two email addys,
both for a John Xxxxxx living in North Queensland.  There was the usual
catch-up with everyone after the break and things settled back into the
routine. But the big topic of interest amongst our group was Darryl's
upcoming birthday at the end of July.

During that first week back, I made attempts to email both Johns.  I
explained who I was and why I was trying to contact them.  Did they know my
Dad etc., etc?  At first nothing came back and I was about to forget about
it until about a week later I got one response. Yes, he was John Xxxxxx and
he did know a Greg Xxxxx and Zeb Ben and would be pleased to contact me
again if I wanted.  I questioned myself whether I should but eventually did
and I arranged to Skype him.

John looked a little like his photo only older.  I had a million questions
to ask, but he just sat there silent, staring.  He didn't seem to know what
to say.  Finally he simply said "Hello Zeb.  You look just like your dad."
"Hi John, How are you?"  "I'm fine Zeb.  How's Greg?"  I told him the
basics but I suggested maybe he'd like to talk to Greg himself.  John was a
little worried at that, explaining it had been so long.  I assured him Greg
would love to hear from him and asked John if he minded if I talked to Greg
and arrange a time.  John agreed.  I showed him the photo Greg had given
me.  That made him laugh. Then he knocked the guts out of me.

"So, do you have a brother or sister?  I never heard what Ali had, only
that she was having twins."  I guess the shock on my face and my inability
to speak let him know something was wrong.  All I could manage was, "I
don't have either.  It's just me.  What are you talking about?"  "Oh!  I'm
so sorry Zeb.  I didn't know.  Really I'm sorry."  "Not your fault John,
neither did I."  "Oh my God!  I'm so sorry Zeb."  "It's Ok.  But I think
I'd better go now."  Yeah.  That's probably a good idea.  But I'd like to
talk again if you like."  I agreed I would.

What do I do now?  Is this why Greg said I had to talk to mum?  How could I
ask her about this?  She didn't know what I'd done.  Would she think I'd
gone behind her back?  But how was I to know?

I decided to come clean.  I explained to mum what I'd done and how I'd
found John and that I'd Skyped him.  I added that I'd wanted to do
something good for Greg and help him reconnect with John.  At first she was
stunned I'd managed to find him but I fessed up that Emma had done the
search.  Then she was a little angry because how did I know this is what
Greg wants.  Then she got curious and asked how he was.  Then angry again
because I had no right to interfere in anyone's private life.  Next it was
back to curiosity, what was he up to etc, did he have a family.  Finally
she asked me what we talked about.

"About Greg and Debbie and the family.  He asked how you were."  That made
mum smile.  "I asked him if he'd like to talk to Greg and arranged a time.
And then he asked about...he asked how..." deep breath, "he asked how my
brother or sister was."  I held my breath.  Mum sat stone dead still except
for the tears that ran down her face.  I let my breath out.  Then she put
her face in her hands and sobbed quietly.  I placed my arm around her
shoulders.  Eventually I asked, "What did he mean mum?  He said he knew you
were having twins.  What happened?"  More deep sobs.  I began to worry I'd
gone to far.  It was a while before mum answered. She turned to me and
returned the hug.  (I like hugs from me mum.  I know I'm not in the shit
too much.)

"Yes Zeb, you were a twin.  You would've had a brother but the crash caused
a lot of damage to him.  At the time you were partly behind him so when we
crashed, he took most of the force.  It was touch and go whether either of
you would be born.  The day before you were, we couldn't hear his heart.
You came first. Martin came after but he wasn't alive."  "You called him
Martin?"  "Yes love, he was named after my dad."  Mum had stopped sobbing,
but the tears still flowed.  I didn't know what to do so just hugged her
saying, "I'm sorry I brought this all up."  "It's Ok Zebby, you have a
right to know and I'm glad you do now."

We talked softly for some time about her and dad and mum's dad who I'd
never known, as he died a long time before I was born, and such.  Mum asked
a lot of questions about John I couldn't answer.  I asked her if she'd like
to talk to him.  She wasn't sure, but I could see she did.  In the end I
just said, "Why don't I give him a try?  I did.  They talked for over an
hour about old times, laughed a lot and carried on as adults generally did.
I got bored and left them to it and went up to bed.  It took a while to get
to sleep.  The what if's had returned.

In the morning at breakfast I asked her not to say anything to Greg or
Debbie until I'd had a chance to tell Greg what I'd done.  She agreed.  On
Thursday when I went out to the farm I told Greg what I'd done.  He gave me
a strange look and said he wasn't sure, as it had been so long.  I replied
that was exactly what John had said.  "Really,' Greg replied.  "Yes Really.
So what about it."  "Ummm Ok then," but he didn't sound sure.

That night, after a lot of feking about, Keith and I were able to get Skype
going for Greg.  It was fairly late before Greg actually got to see and
talk to his old mate.  All of us left him alone, as it was so obviously a
hell of an emotional moment and one that had to happen privately.  An hour
or so later, Debbie Keith and Sarah were introduced to John.  I felt
chuffed I was able to help two good friends catch up again and more than a
little teary eyed about it.  I certainly had a huge lump in my throat.  I
left the family to it and slipped off to bed.  Greg woke me a little later,
lifted me into his arms, hugged me and kissed me on the head. Then he left,
never saying a word.  I got the message.

We were only a few days away from Darryl's birthday and he'd arranged to
have a small party for friends at his place on the Saturday evening.  It
was low key but fun.  All the usual suspects were there and a few of his
geek friends.  We played insane games like pin the tail on the donkey only
we used a dart.  Someone, Emma I think, had made the tail into a giant
donkey dick.  Of course that brought out the usual comments, a few aimed at
me Ð did you model it off Zeb's and so on.

The obligatory food fights happened and we had just general fun.  We really
enjoyed ourselves.  Darryl was chuffed with his pressies; Keith and I gave
him a Penn rod and reel and a box we told him to open later in private.
Inside were some things we'd made; a little hay bale, a tiny tube we filled
with Vaseline, a short pictorial history of our water hole (one photo
between folded cardboard), a pair of ripped briefs (clean though), a map of
the school showing where the school hall was with toilets marked, a sick
note for the office and a hand towel.  And the last thing we put in it, was
an envelope with a picture of the four of us guys.  Corny as it may seem,
we'd written on the back `Friends for life'.  Hopefully, he did as we asked
and opened it alone.  We knew he'd get the message.

Then it was August!  Birthday month!  Ye ha!  Keith and I made plans.  The
idea was to go paint balling with the gang followed by a hot pool swim.
Then back to the farm for a party.  Our parents took a lot of convincing
and we had to guarantee to keep the numbers down and absolutely no alcohol.
We could agree to that.  Our guest list was fairly short. Our mates and
others from our sports teams.  About 30 all up.  As our birthday happened
on a Monday, the party was set for the Saturday before.  We had a little
over two weeks to plan it all.

In the meantime, we were going hard out doing the online driver tests.  We
wanted our learners as soon as we could get it; like the next day Tuesday.
Neither Devon or Darryl had theirs yet.

During those two weeks or so, I was distracted.  Keith would often catch me
staring into space and wondered what was going on.  I was still trying to
come to terms about my dad, my twin, and I guess being outed by Greg, even
though he actually hadn't asked me directly.  Also, Keith and Emma were
seeing more of each other and though I told myself I was good with it, it
still niggled at me.  I didn't want to admit it, but I felt a little
jealous.  I'd never tell Keith that though.

I told him about my twin one night when we were tucked up in his bed.
Naturally he was super surprised and sad for me.  In turn, he told me what
he hadn't said about Robbie.  I never let on I knew.  It was an emotional
and teary moment and we consoled each other the only way we could; wrapped
up in each other's arms.

Our birthday party day was excellent and everything we hoped it would be,
except for the bruises from the paint balls.  There were six of us; Em and
Devon brought two more girls from our party list.  So we teamed up, three
teams of two.  My teammate Katy played netball with Em and is just like
her.  She has a take no prisoners attitude.  We nearly smoked the lot of
them, except bloody Keith and Emma, the sneaky shits, hid out till just
before we were due to finish and then came out blasting.  Bastards! The hot
pools were welcome.  Jess and Devon snuck off to a slightly hidden corner,
as did Keith and Em.  But we four who were left got right into it.  It
wasn't us that wasted the waterslide tickets!  We had a brilliant day!  The
last one Keith and I had for a very long time.