Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2015 13:21:48 +1300
From: ben zeb <zebben2014@gmail.com>
Subject: Math Class Pt. 4 YF

Six Days in Summer

School went as expected for the rest of term 3 and 4, but Keith and I never
hooked up again.  We spoke to each other a lot more than we had though,
mainly about sport and believe it or not, chicks, and we caught up with
each other for lunchtime games sometimes.

And then it was end of year, school ended and summer hols.  This month,
January, has been really hot and sunny.  I've spent my time at the local
beach, out in my dinghy fishing, a bit of surfing, in my favourite swimming
hole up the local creek and basically just mooching round the house.

My bestie Jess and I mucked about before Christmas and then he went away to
his cussys down country.  He comes back at the end of the month.  So it's
been pretty lonely as far as mates go apart from mucking around with the
local kids in my village.  Keith lives out of town, so I hadn't seen him at
all but I was very tempted to give him a call, but didn't for all kinds of
reasons.

So I was stoked, when 10 days ago, in town with me mum, I bumped into him.
Big smiles all round, the usual whadar ya up to etc. etc. and then, "You
going away?"

"Nope"

"Would it be OK if I came up to your house and stayed the weekend?"

Holy God!  Do bears shit in forests I wanted to shout but instead just
said, "Yeah."

"When can I come up?"

Oh god Keith, jump on my back, I'll piggyback you all the way home, thinks
I, but instead...
 "Right now!"  "Hey Mum.  This is Keith.  He's a good mate of mine from
school.  Is it OK if he comes up for a stay-over, please?"  Mum looked up,
gave a BIG smile and said "Oh, hello Keith.  How are you?  It's been a
while since I saw you last."  Huh, I thought.  What's that about?

After a fair bit of negotiation, a phone call to Keith's parents, mum says,
"OK... yes that should be OK.  If Keith's parents are all right with that,
then I am too.  Just remember I do have some early and nightshifts over the
next week.  When does he want to stay?"  (Mum's a nurse at the local
hospital).

"Today please mum," and to Keith, "Can you come up today?

"Yep!  How long am I allowed to stay?"

I smiled and laughed, "For ever!"

"Well, I hadn't planned that long, and I have to go to Dorkland next
Wednesday, so, can I stay till Tuesday?'

"Shit yes!  I'll just tell mum."  And after a bit more negotiation, I got
my way.  Actually, I think me mum was hoping that it might stop me mooching
around.  So Keith got to stay with me for six days!

Mum took us out to Keith's place, he grabbed some clothes etc., and his
bike and then up the coast to my house.  Keith noticed the surfboards in
the garage and my dingy and asked a thousand questions.  Mum suggested
Keith could use the spare bedroom if he wanted but Keith and I had the same
view about that!  So into my room and the first thing Keith noted was my
bed.

"Wow!  Queen size!  Figures," he commented.

"What?" I asked and he looked at me with his wicked smile and..."Well, a
queen sized bed for a big queen!"  and laughed.

"Bastard, and I'll bet you'll be the first into it!" and I pushed him onto
my bed.  That got us going and we wrestled around making an even bigger
mess of my bed.  That prompted mum to call out "Don't forget to put clean
sheets on your bed!"

`"Yes mum!"  Then to Keith, "You can have the crusty side.'  That sent him
off jumping all over me again until Mum called out again, "Hope your not
making a mess up there!"

I looked at Keith and quietly responded, "Not yet, but I'm picking we
will," and he nodded and laughed.

I yelled back "No mum!" and carried on wrestling around.

"Are you sorting out your bed?" Mum again.

"Yes mum!" and carried on with Keith

Next minute, with the bed a hell of a mess, from the door...

"Zebanaiha!"

Now, when mum uses my full name, which generally pisses me off, it's like a
warning sign.  Whatever she says, well you just do it.  No ifs, buts,
maybes.  I've learnt the hard way Ð no do, no get.  She was very staunch
about that!

Keith's head shot up, and with that bloody wicked, cheeky smile on his face
looked at me and said, very slowly, and very deliberately "Oh, I'm so sorry
Zeb...a...nai...ha.  I'll help you clean up!"

"Yes you bloody will Keith Xxxxxx, and you know what will happen if you
don't!  Don't you!"  Mum turned to walk away but I caught a little smile on
her face as she did.  Keith though, whoa, the smile vanished quick smart
and his face went bright red.  WTF I thought, what's all that about.  Mum
looked back and could see I was puzzled so she calmly said in a matter of
fact way, "Keith and I have history, don't we Keith."

Keith looked very sheepish.  Hmmm, this was interesting.

"I nursed you last year didn't I Keith," Keith nodded.  " But we don't need
to go into that now, do we Keith?"  Jeeze, talk about the Nanny McFee
effect.  Mum certainly stopped Keith in his tracks.  "Now, how about you
boys sort out this dump site." And she walked away.

"What was that about?" I quizzed Keith.

"Ahh...yeah...ummm...I had to have an enema?"

"A what?"

"Well...when I was in hospital last year, I had to have one me bum cleaned
out with water.  It was squeezed up me arse to clean it so the doc could
check out something."

"What, like squirting water up there to swish out all the shit?  And mum
did it."  I couldn't help myself.  I just laughed hard out.  I just
couldn't stop and every time I looked at Keith, it made it worse.  He just
looked at me as if I was some mad idiot.  "What the fuck.  What's so funny,
ZEB...A...NIAH?"

That just made me laugh more.  Finally I calmed down enough to say, "So now
you've had the whole family playing with you're arse."

"Aw, fuckup, you big dick" and he punched me on the arm playfully, but hard
enough to let me know about it.

"Holy shit Keith, can't believe how quick you shutup.  What was it like?
What did she do?"

Keith gave me a quick heads up on enemas etc explaining why he had to have
one and finished up "I had to be all clean so the doc could see whatever
he's looking for.  The water makes you feel like you gotta take a dump."

"What was he looking for?'

"I had some kinda stomach problem and he wanted to take a look at some bits
up there.  It was fucken weird I can tell you.  But the washing out was
kinda interesting." And he smiled his wicked smile again.  "Tell you what,
if you're nice to me, I'll give ya one."  And then he laughed

"What, you wanna wash out me bum?"

"Yeah, with me Keithlings."

"Your what.  What the fuck are you on about? What the fuck are Keithings?"

"My spermes.  My little Keithlings."

I couldn't help myself.  The thought of all his sperm with little faces on
them, (flashback to Homer Simpson) set me off again and I cracked up.  That
set him off and we just pissed our selves laughing.  It was one of those
situations where just looking at the other person makes you just crack up.

I finally managed to get out, "If you've got Keithlings, what've I got?'

Well...well, you've got Zeblings, but really, you've proly got Keiblings or
Zethlings running around your guts after all my spooge you've eaten."

"And they tasted fantastic too.  Nothing like a Keithling protein shake."

It was really getting ridiculous.  We just could not stop laughing and
making stupid comments about each others `...lings' .  Keith laughed so
hard snot began to run out his nose.  Suddenly, there it was, at the door,
"I'll not tell you idiots again!  Sort out this room now!"

"Yes mum," me

"Yes mum," Keith.

So while Keith was cleaning himself up in the bathroom, I dragged the
sheets off and began remaking the bed.  Keith came back and helped me.  We
took them to the laundry and told mum we were going for a ride.  She said
she had early shift and that she was leaving at 3:30 and to be back before
she left.  That gave us 2 hours at least, so we jumped on our bikes and
headed to the beach.

Nothing to see there, just some Jaffas at the reserve or swimming, so we
shot over to the cafe and got ice creams.  After scoffing them, we biked up
the valley road to the walking track.

There are a few small swimming holes just of the track.  We stashed our
bikes in some trees out of sight and then I took Keith to one, which,
though it was hidden by some bush, wasn't that private.  You couldn't be
seen from the track but people using it could hear you swimming or
whatever.  He asked me if this was where I usually swam and I told him no
way, that swim hole is further up the track, way back in the bush.

We began tossing stones and rocks into the creek.  Up to now, it had always
been Keith who had initiated our sex action.  I through caution to the
wind, and gently grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to me, cheek to
cheek.  "I've missed you boner boy."

"Me too gay boy.  Whadda ya gunna do about it then?'

"This!" and I dropped to my knees and pulled his shorts and boxers down.

"Gee, thought you'd never ask."

My reply was to suck his rapidly fattening penis into my mouth.  Oh the
feeling as it stiffened and pushed its way deeper into my mouth and throat.
It was only seconds before Keith had boned up and his tasty dick began
throbbing, matching his pounding heartbeat.  His heat filled my mouth and
radiated into my cheeks.  He tasted a little stronger than I remembered,
more tangy and a little saltier, though nothing that was unpleasant.

Nothing about Keith was unpleasant.  His musky, sweaty smell filled my nose
and his soft, light brown, curly pubes tickled my nose and lip.  I drew
back slowly until just the head remained in my mouth, sliding my tongue
around his flare, looking for that little collar of soft dick skin.  I
noticed he seemed to have more pubes.  Hmmm, I'd have to examine that more
closely later.  All I was focussed on was pleasuring my very special and
incredibly sexy friend.

Right then, I felt nothing could have stopped me.  I went for it, sucking
as hard and fast as I could.  I just wanted that magnificent cock in my
mouth, down my throat until I got my Keithling protein shake.  And
seriously, Keith must've been just as ready for sex as I was.  It didn't
take long before his cock head swelled and then, a massive explosion of his
sweet, salty cum flooded my mouth, his cock jerking furiously and me
swallowing what he gave me.

I didn't want to let go, but it was Keith who broke the connection, pulling
out of my mouth, still chubbed up.  He lifted me up and put his arms around
me, nestling his head into my shoulder.

"I've got a surprise for you" and then he dropped to his knees.  His turn.
Dragging my shorts and boxers down, he gently took my throbbing pole in his
hand, slowly stroking it.  He squeezed it watching my pre jizz dribble out.
Oh, how I loved his touch.  I closed my eyes, enjoying his manipulations.

My eyes shot open as I felt his warm, wet mouth push over my cock head and
continue down my shaft.  Keith took nearly all off it into his mouth and
throat.  I couldn't feel any thing else but soft, wet, hot mouth sucking up
and down my dick.  A bomb could've gone off and I wouldn't have noticed.

How was this?  Who has he been practising on, I thought?  I was about to
say something when he pulled off and said, "Surprise!" with that wicked
smile on his moosh, and went back on the job.

I could feel myself building fast to a massive cum and warned Keith,
expecting him to pull off.  But no, he just kept going.  Too late, I
flooded his soft, hot mouth.  That made him pull back and the last spurts
landed on his cheek and chest.  He opened his mouth letting my cum dribble
out onto the gravel.  My turn to help him up.  "What've you been up to.
Who taught you to do that so well?"

"I'm doing it well, am I?"

"Fuck yes!  That was just the best! But what...who..."

"You taught me fool!  I just did some practice on a few things at home like
carrots and stuff.  Did you feel my teeth?'

"No, you were so gentle and soft.  Fuck I'm still trembling."

"Yeah me to.  What about a quick swim to cool down?'  And with that we
stripped of and carefully walked into the very cool, clear water.  We
splashed about and floated around for a while.  The water wasn't deep
enough for much else.  I began to shiver so I guessed Keith was too, so it
was time to get out.  We dressed and only just in time, because two hikers
came through he trees.  We nodded to them and left and once we got our
bikes I looked at Keith and said, "Fuck that was close.  Ten minutes
earlier and oh shit!"

"Yeah, I'm not into letting people watch, but getting off in public places
is a buzz."

"Aint it though."

We got on our bikes, peddled a bit until we reached the road and then,
because it was all downhill, coasted almost home.  Mum was dressed for work
so I made her a coffee, (she always has one before she leaves) grabbed a
couple of fizzys from the fridge and sat at the kitchen bar with Keith and
mum.

"How have you been Keith?  Has there been anymore tummy problems?"

"No Mrs Xxxxxx."

"Call me Ali.  You know, I've known you pretty much all of Zeb's life.  Did
you know that?"

"What! Nope?

"You two are almost the same age."

"Yeah! Of course we are mum, were both 15!" I responded somewhat
sarcastically.

"Manners Zeb."

"Sorry Mum."

"What I was going to say," and mum looked hard at me, "Was that your mum
came into maternity when I was having Zeb.  We were in the same ward.  Zeb
was on his way when your mum came in.  She was about to have you on the
spot.  Anyway, Zeb popped out finally and just under an hour later, you did
too Keith.  You sure came in a hurry."

"Yep, he always does" I said quietly to Keith and winked at him.

"Yeah well, there's some impatient fu...farts around ait there Zeb?' and we
both giggled like little kids.

Mum looked as curiously and went on, "So you see, you really are the same
age."

"Yeah, but I'm older than Keith so that makes me the babysitter.  Keith's
just the baby shitter."

Punch.  Another one.

"Ouch! Fuck Keith, Ill be blue soon if you keep that up!"

"Language Zeb!"  Mum reprimanded me.

"Sorry mum," and I turned to Keith and in as good a posh voice as I could
managed, "Oh I say ole chap.  That connection with your fist and my arm is
going to cause me to go oh so blue, you know."

Keith leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Fucking ponce, I'll be making
your balls blue before I'm finished with you, Gay boy."

"Mmm...can't wait" and we both cracked up.  Mum just rolled her eyes.  "For
crying out loud you little buggers.  You better behave while I'm at work or
else!  I've put a chicken in the oven for you, which is on timer.  It will
be ready about 6.  All you have to do is cook the veges, OK.  I'll be back
at around 11 tonight.  You know the rules, Zeb.  Don't forget."

"Yes mum,' and I gave her a hug.  Keith surprised me because he gave me mum
a hug goodbye too, which was kinda nice.

And then mum was gone.  We had the house to our selves.  We sat on each end
of the couch, our legs between each others, watching some aimless crap on
TV.  Keith stroked my leg with his foot and asked me, "Do you think your
mum heard what we were saying in your room before?"

"I don't know.  I think if she did she`d have said something quietly to me.
She's like that.  Mum won't deliberately embarrass me or anyone for that
matter."

"Does she know your gay?"

"Well...I haven't talked to her about any of that.  She's never asked me
about it.  She has made a few comments about girl friends, you know, do you
have a girl friend etc. etc."

"What she do if she knew what you get up to?"

"Dunno really.  I guess at some stage I'll have to come clean.  It's not a
conversation I particularly want, really.  I get a feeling she would be
disappointed a bit cause she's always going on about babies and lets face
it, don't look very likely any will come from me."

"Do you think you'd like to, you know bonk a chick, even just to find out
what it's like?'

"Dunno Keith.  I think about it sometimes and I've even tried to fantasise
about it when I jerk off.  But I always come back to guys."

"Who do you fantasise about?"

"Fuck, you're full of questions, aren't you.  Who do you fantasise about?"

"Rachel, Emma...you."

"Me!  Wow," and I had to think about that.  "That's kinda cool."

"Only kinda cool!  Thought you'd go crazy about that."

"Well, I am stoked to hear you say that.  I was trying to be low key."

"There you go again!  Haven't you got it yet?  I really like you and what
we do.  I've missed all this."

"Yeah me too."

Then why didn't you ring me?"

"Thought about that and nearly did, but thought you'd be away
and..."and..."

"And..."

I looked way and mumbled, "Didn't wanna make a dick of my self in case you
didn't wanna...you know...catch up."

"Corse I would, shit for brains!"

"Well, then", I countered, "Why didn't you ring me, dick head."

He began to giggle and finally said, "We really are fools eh.  I didn't for
the same reason you didn't.  Anyway, we're here now, so get up here, Gay
boy."  I leant forward and just as I was about to lie down next to Keith,
he pulled me down on top of him.  I'm bigger than him though not that much
heavier, but I was still concerned I would squash him.

Keith put his arms around me and nuzzled my neck.  Oh god it was soo nice!
I knew he could feel me boning up.  Then he shocked me!

"Fuck you Zeb!  I don't understand anything I feel about you.  You've got
under my skin.  Now I think I fucken love you, bastard!"

I didn't know if he was kidding or angry so I raised my self up and looked
at his face.  One thing I was certain of was the all but instant shrinking
of my dick.  I couldn't make out what he was thinking and was about to get
up and move to the other end when he grabbed me round my back and pulled me
back down.

"I...I...I ..." I stammered away.  I couldn't get up as Keith locked me to
him.  "I...don't know what to say to you, Keith."

His response was to kiss me full on the lips and I have to say it was the
most passionate and sensational kiss I've ever had.  Fuck, my cock rocketed
back to full on hard.  Keith held the kiss and began gently caressing my
back.  My reaction was to open my lips slightly.  Keith felt that and very
tentatively pushed the tip of his tongue just into my mouth.  It grazed the
tip of my tongue.  Oh my god, I just tingled all over.  And then we got
into.  Tongues, lips, occasional nips and licks.  Oh fuck it was nice.
Finally, I had to come up for air and so sat back up, on Keith's pelvis.
His boner felt nice a snug along my crack.

We were sweaty and panting hard out.  Keith's eyes looked glazed and his
face was flushed deep red.  His lips were rosy red and slicked with our
spit.  I figured I looked the same; I certainly felt like I did.
Unfortunately, I also felt deeply embarrassed because I could feel my eyes
tearing up.  Keith began to blur.

In attempt to not look so wussy, I rolled off Keith and onto the floor on
my back.

"Fuck me....fuck me", I gasped.

Keith rolled onto his side and looked down at me.  "Zebby.  Zebanaiha
listen to me you prat!  You keep saying that and when I suggest I'm happy
to do it, you back pedal.  If that's what you want me to do, I'm really
happy to help y...."

"No...no no no.  That's not what I meant."

"Well, what do you mean?"

"Fuck, buddy..."

"And yes, if you want me to be your fuck buddy...well, I'm up for that too.
I told you, I'd be gay for you."

"You can't be gay for me, Keith."

"What, what are you saying?  Are you having second thoughts about this,
well, you know, having sex?  Cause that is exactly what I want. But if you
say, I'll go home if you want"

"Oh, shit!  This is coming out all wrong."  And then it just poured out.

"Fuck it Keith!  I don't want you to go home.  I want all of this and more
with you.  Don't you realise I love you; I'm in love with you.  I have been
for months now.  I even thought about joining soccer, but I knew I would
never make the team and you'd feel I was stalking you.  I even watched one
of your games but I felt like a stalker.  I'd crawl across a mile of broken
glass for you just to say hi and back again to say goodbye.  I'd die a
thousand times for you just to keep you safe and happy.  I want to touch
you, feel you, hold you, yeah suck the fuck outa that fantastic prick of
yours, eat your spooge; your little Keithlings (a giggle from Keith) just
because that makes me feel that I've got you in me all the time; I'm
connected to you; got your DNA in mine; forever connected and joined to
you. How's that for being fucked up.  Sex with you is sensational.  I've
never felt so good, so horny, so satisfied, so excited.  I've never cum so
hard in my life, ever, period!  I even have wetties at night about you.
You're in my thoughts day and night.  So fuck you too, I'm just as fucked
up as you.  All I've discovered is that this sorta love never lasts."

I was breathless after that little outpouring and you know what, all Keith
did, and really it was the last, but most bestest thing he could've done
beyond my most wild imaginings, was to slide off the couch, place his hands
each side of my face and kiss my tears away.

Keith looked into my eyes and then I noticed the glistening drops in the
corners.  Yep, he had teared up too!  What a couple of fools we were!  All
this time lost and we could've been enjoying each other and getting up to
mischief.  I don't think my feelings for him were ever stronger than right
then.

He kissed me again.  "That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.
I knew you had strong feelings for me.  That's why I was happy to get up to
stuff with you. " (Funny how we were both shy about saying that word, SEX!)

"You are so special.  I'm able to find out about me without anyone
criticising me, not laughing at me, accepting me for me.  I feel so safe
with you and I'm happy.  I want to, try everything with you.  I know what
you meant when you say `fuck me'.  Hell, don't we all say that all the
time, but we don't mean `way, bend me over and shaft the shit outa me'!
But Zeb, if you want to do that, well...I'm up for it too.  I'd really like
to actually.  And, and..."

"What?"  "...I'd like you to do it to me."

What do you say to that!  "Do you know what you're saying Keith.  That's a
huge thing to do."

"Well yes of course.  I'm gotten quite personal with that monster dong
you've got!"  And that broke the tension and we cracked up.

"But seriously," continued Keith, "I actually want to know what it's like
and I'm aware that it will be hard and hurt, but I reckon we can do it
to...no, with each other, because of how we feel about each other."

"Screwing for me, is giving yourself to someone completely.  Are you really
ready for that?"

"Yes.  And I want to give myself to you, Zeb."  Simple, to the point,
unquestioningly honest.  Wow!!

"I don't think I'm ready for that though. I mean physically, you know,
ready to do it right now.  And I'm shit scared about what it might feel
like.  It's gotta hurt."

"Yep, so lets make a plan.  You get some paper and we'll make a brain
storm."  And then I knew Keith was back to his normal playful, funny self.

"Dickhead," I countered.

Well my gay friend, I came prepared."

"What?  Wadda ya mean prepared?"

"I brought some lube.  We're gunna need that and I figured, with the place
all to our selves, well...there's a big bed up there just waiting," and I
could see he meant exactly that!

Oh, shit what to do?  What to say?  I needed time to get my head around
this!  I should've jumped at the chance of shagging this hot, sexually
sensational, beautiful guy.  Why was I putting up barriers?  Keith was
ready, why wasn't I?  And then, like a lightening bolt from the blue, just
as the oven timer went off, I knew why!

"I'll check the chicken."

"What! You'll choke the chicken!  Not without me, Gayboy."

What do you say to that!  I couldn't help it and just, once again, cracked
up laughing.  Keith looked at me with that bloody wicked smile of his and
just said, "Well."

"Get your arse in the kitchen.  Lets sort out tucker."  For now, I had
deflected a huge thing I knew would come up again.  I wanted to do exactly
what Keith was asking but I was also aware that to do that would cause him
pain; something I wasn't prepared to do to him.

So I opted for the easy out and got the veges on.  But the elephant was
still in the room!