Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2016 11:45:59 +1300 From: ben zeb Subject: Math Class Pt 13 Math Class Group Therapy 2 Sometime about 2am, Jess woke me. I knew what the problem was. I could feel it. That was the second thing that sometimes happened when Jess crashed as he had. "I'm real sorry Zeb. I've had an accident," he apologised. Despite his obvious embarrassment, this wasn't a new thing for us. "It's cool bud. You clean up and I'll sort this out." I gently shook Keith and asked him if he could hop out. Though I was a little concerned about how he might react, I needn't have worried. He just said "No probs" and though still very sleepy, helped me flip the mattress and remake the bed. Jess came back looking very sheepish and embarrassed. I hopped back in followed by Jess, who lay on his back, very tense. I guessed he wasn't sure how Keith would take this little development. I expected Keith to slide in next to me but he came around and slid in beside Jess, turned towards him, cuddled up to him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. Though he whispered it, I heard Keith say in Jess's ear, "No probs buddy, we love you." And with that, Jess relaxed, gave a little bashful smile and Keith and I wrapped our arms across his chest and we all drifted back into sleep. We woke about nine thirty. I could hear mum rattling around in the kitchen and the faint smell of something cooking. Breakfast! I was starving! Slowly slipping out, we made our way across the passage and into my little bathroom. Three boys all suffering from morning thickness trying to pee into the toilet bowel doesn't work! Some went in but a lot more hit the floor. Grabbing some bog paper, I wiped the worst of it up. Washing our hands, we returned to the bedroom, dragged on trackies, tee-shirt and hoodies and stumbled down to the kitchen. We hailed mum with a chorus of "Hi mum," and sat at the dinning table. Mum turned and looked at me and curtly said "Morning," and nothing else. The look on mum's face said it all. She was not the morning friendly mum she usually was. Oh shit! I was in trouble! Mum busied herself making breakfast ignoring us, served it up and though not actually throwing the plates down sure banged them on the table, then returned to the kitchen and made a coffee. Keith gave me a quick look that summed it all up, WTF. I gave a quick shrug of my shoulders and rolled my eyes indicating I didn't know. Jess was staring down at his breakfast, baked beans, egg and two little breakfast sausages! "Hey Zeb" he whispered, "Know them?" Keith gave a giggle, which made mum spin round and give him the death stare. Picking up her coffee, she came back and sat across from us. We just kept our heads down eating in silence. Finally mum quietly stated, "There was no hot water for my shower when I came home Zeb. Why?" "We all had showers?" I weakly answered. "Obviously, and long ones too. I've told you about that too many times already. And anyway, If you all had showers, why was the bath messed up?" "My fault Ali. I had cramps and thought a hot bath would help. I'm sorry for making a mess. I'll clean it up if you like." Good on ya Jess. Take one for the team I'm thinking. Mum scowled and that's when we all died! The gates of hell opened! Reaching over to the kitchen counter she picked up a yellow bottle that looked all too familiar and banged it on the table. "What was this doing in the bathroom and why does it have soapy water in it? Were you boys having water fights?" Our mouths dropped. I didn't dare look at the other two but I reckon we all went the same pale shade. It wasn't lost on mum. None of us dared say a thing, mainly because we couldn't think of anything. The obvious thing to say was yes we did. But no, I'll just be total prat and drop us all into it. Too fast for real comprehension I burbled out, "I had a crook tum and hadn't dumped for about 3 days and it was sore and I felt sick and I didn't know what to do and we came up with..." speech slowing down, "...having an enema..." Keith jerked upright and gave me a sharp look. Jess asked what the time was, looked up at the wall clock and said, "Sorry Ali. I have to get home. I gotta go to mums," and as he raced for the door called on, "Sorry I didn't eat the breakfast." Before any of us could say a thing, he was out the door, on his bike and gone! Fucken coward I thought. You'll get yours. Mum's head lurched back. Happily it didn't fly off and bash the far wall! But what she said I reckon could be heard way down the street. "YOU WHAT! AN ENEMA! WITH THIS THING! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!" Holy shit! Did she let it rip, and the F word too. That was rare. Keith sat there immobile, mouth hanging open, stunned! If that hadn't done it, what I said next really pissed her off. "Language mum!" "DON'T YOU BE A SMART-ARSE WITH ME ZEBANAIHA! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!" And she rattled the bottle on the table. I looked at Keith as much for support as for ideas and stuttered out barely audibly, "Well arhh, umm...well, you know how ...ummm...Jess has had some problems...well he knows all about...you know, that enema thing...well...arhmm, well...he knows what to do...and, and, well..." And then how to drop your best friend into a mum shit-storm! "Keith helped cause you'd given him one...and...and, well they did it to me and..." I ran out of words, which is not like me at all. Poor Keith, he jerked back and didn't know where to look. Mum sat there, open-mouthed, staring at us, an incredulous, stunned I-don't-believe-what-I'm-hearing look on her face. And then she just cacked up. I kid you not. She about pissed herself laughing at us. I thought she'd never stop. She all but fell of her chair laughing. Finally, between laughter bursts, mum chocked out, "You idiots! You utter twats! What the hell were you thinking! Do you know how much harm you could've done to yourself Zeb? What in Gods name made you think swishing soapy water up your bum would sort out the problem? And you let your friends do this to you? Push this up your bum! You utter dopey buggers!" She had to stop for breath and that gave me an opening to say, "But it did work mum." More semi truth. "I ended up going three times!" Keith screwed his face up and gave me the what-the-fuck look. "Hmmm. So you're telling me, that you let your friends push this up your bum and squirt soapy water in there. Is that what your saying Zeb?" "Yes mum." Head down blushing bright red. "You all got into the bathroom and you let your friends shove this up your bum and squeeze water in. Oh my God. Wait till your parents hear about this Keith. This has to be the best ever birthday story. Oh that's right, it's soon isn't boys." And she was away laughing again. Keith went even redder. Fuck! What had I done! Surely she wouldn't tell anyone, would she? When she calmed down again, mum explained, "Look Zeb, if you'd come to me I could`ve got you some pills. "This thing," pointing at the nozzle, but careful not to touch, "Is too hard. It's sharp enough to cause real damage to your anal walls, even penetrate them. You understand Zeb?" "Yes mum." "Look if you need to have an enema again, I'll get you the proper stuff to do it, alright?" Keith gave a snort. "What's you problem Keith? You know very well what I mean, don't you." Sudden rush of red up his neck and over his face again. "Oh my God! What the hell were you three up to last night?" I can't leave you alone for a moment it seems. And where exactly did Jess sleep anyway Zeb?" My turn for an incredulous are-you-dumb-mum look. I was really confused with this question and answered honestly, "In my bed exactly mum. Where else did you think he would sleep?" "In the downstairs bed that I made up. That's where." "Yeah, I was confused about that. I meant to tell you there was no need but forgot." "So all three of you slept in your bed. Together!" "Of course mum!" Exasperation creeping in. "Why would we not?" "Because you might get too hot and there is probably not enough room. Anyway, you're not little kids anymore. Do you think it's right to all sleep together?" "Yes mum! And anyway, it's real cosy, we weren't too hot and we all fitted nicely together!" I didn't mean anything by that remark but it was just too much for Keith. He burst out laughing. Fuck! I realised what I'd said and couldn't help it and joined him. Mum just sat there waiting a, you-dumb-arses look on her face. Keith finally controlled himself, looked at me sideways and with that wicked grin of his calmly said "Of course Ali. How else would be able to shag each other all night. Didn't you hear us?" Mum coughed and spluttered and unfortunately had just taken a sip of coffee, which exploded out her mouth spraying the table. Keith looked at her, still with that wicked lopsided grin and simply said, "Gotcha! Eh Ali." At first no reaction and then she clicked and realised Keith was just taking the piss. "Stupid buggers" she laughed, "I wouldn't put anything past you horney little twats. I'd better get some condoms for you then. Eh boys?" And she smiled evilly. "They better be big ones then!" Keith added. "You wish. Water balloons might be a better fit, don't you think boys?" "I wish you wouldn't talk about penis size while I'm eating my sausys thanks mum." "Yeah, specially Sonny here, eh Zeb," as he rolled one to the side of his plate. "Oh my God, not you too Keith. I hope you don't play around with your sausage at the table like Zeb does." And I think mum realised how that sounded at about the same time we both spat out a mouthful and all of us completely cracked up. I don't know if mum believed Keith was kidding or not about us shagging, but at least the heat had been taken from a potentially difficult situation. Mum finished her coffee, gave me a strange look like she was considering something, or that I had something on my face that shouldn't be there. We continued with our breaky cleaned up dishes and kitchen and decided we'd head off to the park. Before I got to the door, Mum called me back. "Zeb, is there something you need to tell me? Because if there is, you know I'll love and understand you, no matter what. I'll always be here for you. You know that don't you?" "Yes mum, I know," and gave her a hug and raced out the door. I knew, as sure as God made little green apples (an uncle saying) that this wasn't over. Mum would quiz me hard on why I'd let my mates play round with me bum and all sleep together. I could hear her questions in me head already. That painful day for that heart-to-heart with mum, felt closer. Grabbing a couple of fizzys we left the cafe for the park. The youth aid police officer was sitting in his patrol car having a coffee. We knew him, and his hotty daughter who was at our school, and waved to him as we crossed the road. Climbing on to a picnic table, we sat on it and sipped away at our drinks. Despite a clear blue sky, a cold southerly breeze did its best to rob us of the suns warmth shinning on our backs. It was nice sitting there, just chilling. Keith nudged me and inquired, "What fucken possessed you to tell your mum about the enema?" "Dunno. Thought it best to put a bit of truth in a lie. Guess it backfired a bit, eh." "Maybe, but shit, your mum sure gets amped. Thought she was gunna explode! Reckon she'll get some condoms?" "Yeah. I think she will." "Think she suspects anything?" "Dunno, Could do. She asked me if I had anything to tell her just as we were leaving. Not exactly a conversation I want, but I'll have to sometime." "Fuck! I fear near choked when she grabbed the bottle. Didn't know where to look." "What about you, you dork, telling her we were shagging all night. I near shit meself!" "Yeah. Good one, eh! She didn't know what to think at first. Fuck that was funny!" "Jeeze, didn't Jess split quick. Fucken coward!" And so it went on laughing about it all. Keith mused, "Jess is a funny guy, eh." "Funny how? Funny ha, ha or funny strange?" I asked. "Just, I dunno. Just a funny guy. Not weird funny just, fun I guess. Whadidya mean about Jess's problem?" "Oh, yeah that. He wasn't born with a bum hole and had to have an operation. But he's had probs all his life. He got teased at school a lot, which ripped him pretty bad. But I didn't mind. It's just the way Jess is." "Oh! So is that why we could fit in pretty easy then?" "Guess so. Hope it wasn't all the shagging him and Sonny got up to." "Fuck! He really likes gettin shagged, don't he!" "Yeah. Reckon you'd do it again?" "Yeah, maybe. But maybe your mum's right about the condoms." "Was thinking the same thing too. Guess they could be sex toys, then. Whaddya reckon?" "Not for your elephant trunk. You'd need a plastic sleeping bag! Even that would prolly not be long enough!" "Fuck up twat! Mums right about the water balloons. Cut the fucker in half and it would still be too long for your little squirrel dick." `Yeah, right. And don't you just love it all the same Zebby? Dontcha, dontcha, eh Zebanaiha? Any way, Jess didn't complain." "How'd you know. Nothing coming outa his mouth made sense anyway!" Keith laughed and sang a stupid little ditty "I shagged him to the right I shagged him to the left I shagged round and round And I shagged him right up tight!" "You fucken plonker!" And I gave him a shove. Too bad, he over balanced and fell of the table. Up he got, looked at me and with that wicked lopsided grin and said, "You in for it now boyo!" I leapt up and sprinted off. Now, I'm not in the forwards for my speed and it didn't take Keith long to run me down. A flying tackle around my waist had us rolling and wrestling around on the ground, right through a big puddle of muddy water. Water was spraying everywhere. Next thing we hear is, "You stupid idiot boys! You've messed my pants with mud!" Keith looked at me and mouthed "Oops." Moving my head to the side I looked up. Keith got a bit of a shock when I roughly pushed him off me and stood up. I took one step forwards and lost it. "Fuck off you sick pervy bastard!" I shouted at him and kicked more muddy water over his pants. "Come near me or my friends, or any other little kid round here and I'll fucken kick your scummy balls right up your slimy fucken arse!" By now Keith had stood up and as I started to walk towards the old bastard, he leapt in front of me stopping me in my tracks. "Whoa Zebby. It's only water." "No it's fucken not Keith! This is the shithead that's been creeping round scaring the shit outa me and trying to perve on me and my friends!" Keith looked hard at him and turned to me and quietly said, "Don't let the shithead get to you buddy. Ignore the prick!" "Stupid idiots! You'll pay for the cleaning. I'll speak to your mother about this. I can have you charged with threatening violence to me! And I will!" "Go fucken right ahead you sick bastard! I'll ring them now. How you think it'll look when I complain again about your sneaking around, exposing your self and terrorising little boys in that shit house!" pointing to the park toilets. "Best thing you can do is fuck-off from here and never come back! Now piss off!" I guess my tone and threat did the trick and he scuttled away like the insect he was. I was trembling with rage. Keith looked really worried. "What was all that Zebby. Why'd you go off like that? Never seen you so violently angry." "That shit head has been perving on me for about six years now, ever since he moved next to us. I've caught him peeping over the fence at me in my bedroom and I dam well know he's been outside peeping through my curtains." "What? How the fuck could he do that? He got a ladder or what?' "No fool. When my room was downstairs. He's the main reason I wanted to move upstairs! Jess was over one night years ago and we swear we heard him outside the window. We shit ourselves. I used to sleep in mum's bed some nights cause I could hear noises outside. I know it aint possums cause they don't leave big footprints in the bushes. We've complained about prowlers twice but cops can't do anything cause they reckon there's no proof. We never use the bog over there if that fuck was ever down here, cause soon as you'd go in, he'd be there right next to you." Keith listened to me quietly. He nodded is head towards the cafe. The bastard was bending down talking to the cop. He and the cop looked over towards us and they carried on talking. I guess he'd carried out his threat. "Come on buddy. Lets go." "Yep, might as well I guess." The cold breeze cut through our wet clothes chilling us as we pedalled home in silence, me deep in thought, Keith I felt , deeply concerned. At home, mum took one look at us and went into overdrive. "Oh my God! What have you idiots been up to now?" It wasn't said in anger, more exasperation. "Get those clothes in the wash and clean up." Out to the laundry, stripped to boxers and then heading to the bathroom, we hear a knock at the door. We look at each other just as we were about to drop our pants. I shake my head and mutter "Fuck!" Turn round head up to my bedroom and get dressed. Keith followed. I guess it was less than a minute before, "Boys, can you come here please?" Mum calling us. I look at Keith with a fuck-here-we-go look and we head back down, mud still covering wherever skin could be seen. Standing in the lounge was the youth aid officer. "Hello boys. How're you doing. I'm here because..." "I know why your here!" I interrupted. "Ok then. Look, a complaint has been made about you Zeb that could be quite serious. A gentleman has accused you of threatening harm to him. Is th..." "Yes, if threatening to kick his nuts up his arse is a threat, then yeah, I did!" I interrupted him. "Ok then. But did you threaten to `smack him over' as he put it the next time you see him at the park?" "NO!" Both of us shouted. "That's a fucken lie!" I spat out. I could feel the rage coming back. Mum jerked back, shocked, and quietly said, "No need for that language Zeb." I just glared at her. She knew exactly how I felt about the shit next door better than anyone. Mum had to comfort me when I'd been terrified by him. "Zeb, I'm trying to help you and understand the situation. It won't help you to be angry and abusive." Oh you fucken plonker I wanted to say, but caution prevailed. "Look!" I said forcefully. "If you do your homework, you'll see that there have been at least two complaints about that fu..freakin...," carefully avoiding upsetting Mr. Plod, "...pervy sicko next door. We made complaints about prowlers." Mr cop looked at Mum and she confirmed it and added that "There's been numerous times of noise outside, footprints and even seen the man next door peeping over the fence." "Do you have proof of this Ali? We can't do a thing if there's not." Anger rising, voice strained, scowl on forehead, eyes flashing, fists clenched, "What the fuck are you waiting for then? Some little boy to be raped by that bastard! Do you know that we don't use the bog down there if he's around cause he will follow you in. He'll pop outa the bush up the creek when we're there, expose himself by flopping his dick out pissing in front of us. Why don't you ask the bastard about all that?" "Look, I can see you're upset. But you can't go round threatening people like that." "But he can terrorise and threaten us. Is that what you're saying? Wow! That's the law working for us, isn't it! Thanks for the help constable!" I responded sarcastically. "I hope it's not you that has to deal with some little kid that gets fucked around by that bastard! Now either arrest the shit out me or leave. I really don't give a shit!" And thrusting my wrists out, I waited for him to react. From the corner of my eye, I could see Keith shaking. He looked very worried, even frightened. Of me, or the situation I didn't know. Not wanting anyone to see the tears of frustration and anger beginning to leak out, I waited about a nanosecond and left. Turning on my heel, I bolted up the stairs, slammed my door and slumped in the corner behind my bed. As I curled into a ball hugging my knees, I burst into tears and blubbed like a little kid, my thighs quickly saturating with tears. I never heard the door open, or any footsteps and only became aware of Keith when he crouched down beside me and placed his arm around my shoulders. Still bawling, I turned to him and sobbed out "Im..."(sniff, sniff, sniff), "sorry..." (sob, sob, sob) "So sorry I frightened you..." sob, sob, sob. "I'm not frightened of you Zebby, I'm frightened for you," he quietly whispered and with that wrapped me up in his arms. What was happening to us? First Jess and his teary emotional crash, then Keith asking why I'd ever leave him and now this. What fools we were! This was meant to be a weekend of sexual exploration but so many things were clashing around in my head. Mum adding that she might get condoms for us had set my mind wandering. Were we at risk from unprotected sex? What about Jess? Was he safe and for that matter was Sonny? How would he react if we only did it with him using condoms? What was it that worried Keith? Did he really think I would leave him? And what about Emma? How does she fit in to all of this? Just a total emotional roller coaster ride. If this was `group therapy' as we called it, perhaps we really did need group therapy. Crouching as he was, Keith became uncomfortable and we graduated to sitting on the side of the bed. He wrapped his arms around me as I clung to him, quietly chatting together for some time about what had gone down, and gradually Keith managed to talk me down. From below mum called up, "Boys, can you come down please?" Keith made me laugh, "I'll bake you a cake, buddy and don't bend over in the shower." At least it brought a smile. Downstairs the officer was sitting in a lounge chair talking with mum. Keith and I sat together on the couch. I started by apologising to him for my language and behaviour. He replied he understood my frustration but without proof he could do nothing. Apparently, while I was having my meltdown upstairs, he was speaking with the prick next door. Nothing was to come off my `threatening' behaviour to him, but I was to keep away from him. "No probs there, I always do!" I responded. In turn, I was informed that he was not to approach my friends or me. "Sweet" I chipped in, "Every kid round here is my friend. Let him know that will you please?" The officer suggested perhaps I just keep it cool and let him know if I ever have problems or concerns about any `worrying behaviour' as he put it. Then he added, "Zeb, you're obviously very concerned at the moment but you cannot speak to police like you did. No one was going to arrest you. You're overreaction, if you do that again, will get you into serious trouble. I suggest you talk to your family doctor or someone about your anger, before you or someone else is harmed. Do you understand that?" Grumpily and sharply I answered, "Yes!" And that was that. What total waste of time! He left, mum made a coffee and hot Milo for us, we sat down with her and drank it while talking it all through with her. Not so much about what I was upset about, but why I was so upset. I guess I convinced her enough I was back to my normal self as she was happy to go to work and leave us together. Home alone, we continued where we left off. Back in the bathroom, tub full of hot water and in we got, me first with Keith sitting between my bent legs, leaning back against me. The water felt good, but not nearly as good as Keith did. Shame we didn't have a spa bath. Must work on mum about that I thought. With his head on my shoulder, I gently traced little circular paths all over his water-slippery chest and tum. Occasionally I'd tease his penis and slide my finger tips over his length and around the tip. "You'll make me cum Zebby," He sighed. "Later buddy. You absolutely will," I whispered in his ear. I don't know why we whispered, I guess not to spoil the moment. We lay quietly enjoying the touch of our bodies, and the warmth of the water. Keith turned his head and whispered, "I haven't been fully honest with you Zebby." My finger tracing stopped. "I had a friend back when I was about nine. We were really close. Thinking about him and how I feel about you, I guess I loved him. Anyway, we did lots together. He was a little older than me, nearly 11. He showed me how to jerk off and we did it every chance we met up. We tried humping, even sucking. I did love him Zebby, but , arhhh, he went away and I was devastated. Took me a long time to get over it. That's why I said what I said last night. I don't want you to go away. I couldn't stand that. And I'm sorry for not telling you about this before." My fingers began their little dance over his smooth, silky skin. How I loved the feel of Keith's body! "Absolutely nothing to apologise for friend. To be honest, I think I'm glad you had a friend like that before me." And then kissed him on his head. Keith pushed up and I thought he was going to hop out but instead, turned over and lay on me. Asking me to straighten my legs, he bent his and straddled me. It wasn't the most comfortable position for him and his back was exposed to cold air so I kept washing water over it to try to keep him warm. He lifted his head, looked me in the eyes and kissed me softly, full on the lips. We'd done this plenty of times, but that moment just seemed so special. As if it was some form of confirmation that everything was alright. It was certainly a passionate moment for all its physical awkwardness. The cooling water encouraged us to hop out. Drying each other, paying careful attention to the now hard soft bits, we began the foreplay we knew had to be continued upstairs. And we did! A sensational lovemaking that left us breathless and content, locked in each other's arms after giving ourselves completely to each other. We were joined, melting into one committed union of love and selflessness. There was nothing at that moment that would have disturbed our lovemaking. I began by bringing him almost to climax with my mouth. Keith's raised and his spread legs invited me to connect us together and connect we did. Between us, my penis embedded as far as we could get into Keith's warm tight anus, we became the universe. There was nothing else but the two of us. Keith's red-flushed face and ruby red lips complemented his dreamy half-closed eyes. His passion filled moans mingled with my own love-driven desire to pleasure him. Keith pushed his hips upwards to meet my slow insertions and his head rolling to and fro alerted me that he was close to that magical climactic moment. I strove hard not to cum, wanting to feel his moment first. With one heave of his tight body, he arched upward, stiffening against me, wrapped his legs around me fiercely, took one deep gasping breath, and released his seed. I felt his trembling ejaculation accompanied by a long drawn out wailing "Oh my God! Oh my God Zebby! Ohhh..." Then he fell back onto the bed. Keith's fluid spurted between us, matting our pubic hair and smearing our tums. That was it. The dam burst and my hard, pulsing orgasm sent hot cum deep inside my beautiful lover. Our gasping breath, still hot with passion and exertion, caressed our necks. Conscious that I may crush Keith, I rested my body weight on my elbows and knees. It also allowed me to look into his face, still flushed, eyes dilated and half-closed. His lips were partly open and his pink tongue, which looked so cute and perfect, barely protruded between his ruby lips. I kissed him and that electric spark when our tongues met drove us into a passionate lip mashing, tongue twirling deep kiss. Rolling onto my back and careful not to disengage, I pulled Keith down on top of me. Nuzzling each other, we kissed and licked the little sweat beads from each other's neck and face until we returned to planet Earth. Though we tried hard to stay awake, the weekend's emotion driven excitements caught up and we fell asleep in each other's arms. We woke late. It was dark and we were hungry. Both of us had dead arms. Slowly rising we realised we'd stuck together again. We laughed at that. Peeling apart we threw some clothes on and headed to the kitchen to prepare mum's long forgotten dinner left for us. Looking at the clock I gave a start, it was 9:30! Shit, mum would be home soon. Cooked, eaten and cleaning up, mum was surprised to see us still up. I made her a coffee and finished cleaning the kitchen. We joined her at the table and chatted a bit. Mum was looking at us a little strangely. Finally she said "You boys pong! Have you had a shower yet?" "Yes mum" we intoned. "Well it hasn't worked! You smell sweaty and stinky. You have to use soap you know boys." We just gave her a `Duh!" response. "Anyway, you've got school tomorrow. You'd best be off to bed." We gave her a hug, she screwed up her nose at our stinky smell and we returned to bed. Tomorrow was another day and Jess was on my radar!