Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2015 17:44:43 +1300
From: ben zeb <zebben2014@gmail.com>
Subject: Maths Class: Six Days in Summer Part 6

Six days in summer Pt. 6

It was the last weekend of the first term break.  Autumn is here so no more
swimming at our water hole for a while.  A lot has happened since Keith
came and stayed at my place back in January.

We did go surfing but we were so tired after all the sex and late nights
that we spent most of the day lying on the beach making stupid comments
about people passing by.  When we did get in the water, we spent most time
falling off and face planting.  On the way back home we stopped at a
supermarket to get some stuff.

Darryl rang that night to say he could stay with us for Monday.  After tea,
we showered and went to bed at about 8 thirty.  We were asleep shortly
afterwards.

I woke about 3 am needing a piss.  Getting back into bed, Keith reached
over and pulled me into himself and began kissing me.  One thing led to
another and I was soon swallowing as much of his beautiful hot cock as I
could.

He pulled me off and asked if he could fuck me and despite my concerns, (it
did hurt and was uncomfortable) I would let Keith do what ever he liked to
me, within reason.

So, as he was trying to get as much saliva on his very rampant and
throbbing dick, I reached under my pillow and brought out a tube of KY.
Keith's eyes shot open.  "Where the fuck did you get that?" he exclaimed.
"At Countdown when we stopped."  "Shit really?  Weren't you embarrassed?"
he asked.  "Not as much as the dick-head behind the counter," I laughed.
"He was trying to be a smart-arse and embarrass me asking if I wanted
toothpaste instead.  So I told him it was for me and mate when we fuck.
Would you like to join us so we can fuck your slack arse.  He fucken near
died when I said that!"

So Keith happily spread heaps on his dribbling dong, gently pushed heaps
more inside me and slowly pushed himself into me.  I have to say, it felt a
lot better than any time before and it wasn't long before he was grunting
and groaning and shoving faster and harder into me and before long, the
unmistakable signs of my beautiful friend cuming deep inside me.  Body
rigid, holding his breath, face flushed and with a rhythmic throbbing of
his cock, he splurted his thick juice, and flooded my bum, then collapsed
in a gasping, sweaty heap on top of me.

Then it was my turn.  Keith gave me the most gentle and tender blowjob I
had ever had and also, swallowed my jizz, as fast as I unloaded into his
soft, wet, and warm mouth!

Coming down from our sexual highs, we talked into the early morning,
sharing ideas about what we wanted for the next year at school, about Emma,
who I knew Keith was hot for after Rachel, and who as Keith said, had the
hots for me.  We'd been down that road before, but we went on talking shit
about fantasies we had about both of us having sex with her.  I told Keith
to go hard for her, as I knew what I was and who I wanted in my life.  But
he persisted on about me and Em fucking.  Keith suggested he would help me
if I wanted.  And so it went on.

He stunned me by telling me about a fantasy he had about him and me fucking
Jess.  I wasn't sure what to think about that, but it certainly had
interest for me.  Also, that he wanted both of us to have sex with Darryl
but was worried about what he might say and could he be trusted.  I assured
him he could.

We drifted off to sleep only to be woken by Mum calling up to us that
Darryl was here and he was coming up.  We were too late getting out as
Darryl walked into my room while Keith and I were untangling ourselves from
each other.  Throwing caution to the wind, I got out of bed, raging piss
hard pointing the way and said hi to Darryl and went into the bathroom.
Keith followed me.  Darryl couldn't keep his eyes off our boners and I knew
he was very interested, judging by the rapid rise in his shorts.

We left the shower door open and squeezed in together, washing each other.
Yes, it was unfair to Darryl I guess, but we teased him and put on a show,
spending along time washing each other's dicks.  It was a risk, but I was
certain Darryl would be good about it and would never spill what he saw.

Walking back into my room, we took our time toweling off, making sure
Darryl saw all.  Judging by his flushed face, irregular breathing and the
very prominent bulge in his shorts, I reckoned he was ready for anything.
Moving over to Darryl, I stood in front of him, my cock slowly inflating.
Keith joined me.  We had discussed what we wanted to do to him and we were
deliberately teasing him.

Darryl and I had history, so I gently placed my hand over his bulge slowly
fondling his stiff prick.  The low groan told me he was up for it and so
moving closer to him, I slid my hands down his side and slipped my fingers
into the top of his shorts and pushed then down.  He did nothing to stop
me.  Keith joined me and lifted his T-shirt up and over his head.  Darryl
just raised his arms.  With his shorts and briefs around his ankles, Darryl
stepped out, standing there trembling with his very stiff dick pointing at
the roof, bouncing in time to his pulsing heart.

He had a slight curve to his slender shaft that bent towards his tum.  His
dick skin was drawn tightly back exposing a very shiny, red-purple
cock-head.  I small teardrop of jizz had bubbled out and sat over his dick
slit.  Very gently, I grasped his cock and held it tenderly in my hand.  He
gasped and began panting.  Keith moved behind him and pressed against him,
rubbing his hard bone against Darryl's bum cheeks and then slid between
them.

I looked into Darryl's eyes.  He looked dazed.  I nuzzled his neck and
could feel the heat from his cheeks radiating onto mine.  His lips were wet
and red-puffy, slightly apart and I very tentatively pressed mine against
his.  He didn't resist.  In fact he opened them a little.  Was this an
invitation to french him?  Whatever, he was ready for anything.  I kissed
and licked my way down his chest, nibbling his nips and slid down to his
tummy button.  I nice tidy inny.  I probed in and around it.  I could smell
his warm cock scent rising from his groin.  Continuing, I kissed up and
down the shaft.  He jerked, not expecting that and as he did so, pushed
back against Keith.  I looked up at his face.  He looked surprised but I
sensed he wanted me to go on.  And I did.

I flicked the tip of his dick with my tongue getting a taste of his precum
and then went for it, sucking his fairly long slim dick deep into my mouth
and throat.  Darryl shuddered and shook and moaned as I slid up and down
his throbbing cock.  Keith mover around and knelt next to me watching me,
something he had asked me if he could.  I went back to working on Darryl's
cockhead and Keith slid his mouth up and down the side of Darryl's cock.  I
knew Darryl wouldn't last much longer and so let his cock slip out of my
mouth and as it did, it sprang backwards with a slap against pubis.  We
stood up.  Darryl was having trouble standing.  His legs were shaking so
much; I thought he would fall down.  We guided him to my bed and helped him
on to it, lying across it.  Keith and I lay down beside him, only in a
sixty-nine position on our sides and went back to work on his furiously
leaking cock.


Darryl surprise both of us by taking both our cocks, one in each of his
hands and began alternately licking and to the best he could, sucking us.
It wasn't much time after that, that he exploded and shot his juice all
over us and his tum and chest.

We sat up and kneeling each side of him, jerking ourselves off until we
smothered him in our spooge.  Three sets of cum, all over this shy, nerdy
kid, who we had both grown to like.  We lay down again, this time heads up,
and smeared all our cum together into a sticky mess over Darryl's chest and
tum.

Mum had left shortly after Darryl had arrived, thankfully, so we went
downstairs and showered together.  It was a stupidly difficult squeeze, but
it was fun.  And Darryl certainly liked us washing him.

The rest of the day was spent mostly up at the waterhole swimming and
sexing together.  I did manage to get at least three sheets washed and
dried before mum got back home and around 4 pm, we took Darryl back to his
Mum's house.  But not before we had arranged to get up to stuff again
sometime.

That night, it was my turn to fuck Keith and I must admit, the KY made it
so much easier.  After the day's events, I could last a lot longer than
before and so a very pleasant, slow and gentle fuck later, Keith rewarded
my efforts with yet another intense and powerful cum which guaranteed
making me explode.  How I loved the feeling of being inside my special
friend and filling him with my goo!  In return, the feeling of Keith's
spoof sliding and slipping over me was always an incredibly exciting
feeling for me.  I just couldn't get enough of my lover.


The next day, Tuesday, Keith had to go home.  While our Mums were doing
what mothers do, we went up to his room.  Two beds, his and a spare, well
we just had to make his ours.  And we did.  A fairly fast and furious
sucking and mutual jerking which left two pools of cum on his sheets.

Keith was away for a week or so, but we txted regularly and he told me all
about his cousin's mate's sister who put out for him.  Meanwhile, I caught
up with Darryl a few times and went swimming at the water hole and also out
fishing once.  Jess came back just before school started, and though I saw
him once at the beach, he never called around.

School began with all the usual catch-ups as you do in a new year.  Things
changed a little as far as Keith and my group of friends were concerned, by
combining.  So we were a crowd of about eight who, depending on what shape
ball was brought, played soccer or rugby at lunchtimes.  We also played a
mixed game we called sogby, a mix of both codes and fast and furious it
was.  Jess continued to be quite standoff for about two weeks.

One day, after getting off the bus after school, I asked him if he would
like an ice-cream.  He did and so getting them, we wandered over to the
park by the beach.  It was awkward.  I think we both wanted to talk about
things and I guessed he was a bit pissed at Keith and my friendship, though
I didn't know why.

Finally, he broke the silence by asking what was up with me?  Why was I
being a shit-head?  That stunned me.  I asked him what he meant and he said
why aren't we friends anymore.  I responded by telling him I thought we
still were.  One thing led to another; I asked him if it was true about
Sonny and Joel; he shouted that I was fuck-up and planted one really
massive punch into my stomach.  As I went down, he smashed me again in the
face then stormed off.  I was floored, literally.  On my knees, doubled
over, bleeding from nose and mouth.  Jess was gone!

I stumbled to the local bog and cleaned myself up as best I could, managed
to stop the flow of blood and went home.  Mum went ballistic when she saw
me, getting angry, and demanding if I had had another fight at school.  I
was angry and confused and just gave her a serve shouting at her "Why the
fuck don't you ask Jess!" and stormed up to my room.

Mum didn't deserve to be spoken to like I did, but I was absolutely
furious!  I don't know how long I sulked in my room, but some time later I
heard voices down stairs.  Then someone coming up.  It was Jess.  He
stopped at the door, looking so sorry for him self.  Good fucken job I
thought.  So you should be!

Almost too low to be heard he asked, "Can I come in?"

I wanted to shout at him "Fuck off!" but he looked so dejected and alone.
I don't think I'd ever seen anyone look so sad and lost.  Here was the kid
I had grown up with.  The guy I looked on as a brother and more.  I
couldn't turn my back on him now.  I just felt so sorry for him.  All the
anger and hurt I felt just fell away and all I wanted to do was hug him.

"Yeah!  Guess so!" I responded.

He came in very slowly, head down and sat on the floor by my window, away
from the bed I was lying on.  There we waited in silence for a fair while
until he simply said, "I'm sorry Zeb," and burst out crying.  He sobbed his
heart out as they say.  That was it.  Couldn't handle that and I leapt up,
went over, sat down and put my arm around him.

I let him go on until he got himself under control then asked him what the
fuck is going on.  I have to say I sounded weird and muffled due to the
enormous fat lip I had.  He just sobbed again and let it all out.  Once he
started, he couldn't stop and basically confirmed all that Joel had told
me.  He had been set up by Sonny and trapped into a situation he couldn't
handle.  He told me he felt so guilty about stabbing me in the back and
treating me like shit.  And he really had trouble looking me in the face
knowing that he had caused the obvious damage to it.

I really didn't know what to do or say so just kept my arm around him.  I
think that helped cause he leant into me and slowly calmed down.  There we
sat for a long time.  Anyway, we talked about the situation, he explained
about Sonny and how he felt about him, despite being set up.  And though
there was still a bit of healing to do, we did feel a lot more happy with
each other.  He stayed for tea, I asked if would like to stay the night but
he said he couldn't as he had to go home.

I stayed home the next day, not wanting to go to school looking as I did.
I also didn't want to be asked questions, though I knew it would happen, as
there were others from school near by when Jess smacked me.