Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2016 12:31:22 +1300 From: ben zeb Subject: Maths Class Pt 10 Math Class Pt.10 Jess Getting the bash from Jess completely threw me. The physical pain went quickly but not the emotional. In all the time we had been friends, I'd only seen him fight once and then only after heaps of teasing and provocation. So for him to whack me, he'd have to be really angry and frustrated, or something. Yeah, I said I thought of him as a brother, but he was really much more than that. Actually, if I'm honest, I'd wanted Jess to be my Keith, if Keith hadn't happened. I'd always got a thrill from doing stuff with him even way back as little kids. He was my cuddly, sporty best mate. So I kept away from school for a few days till most of the swelling had gone. I guessed there'd be some sort of outcome for Jess from Keith and so I txt him the next morning asking him not to hurt him. I briefly explained what had happened and asked him to let me sort it out. When I did go back, I noticed Jess had a black eye and bruising on his arm. Keith said it was from getting tackled hard in lunchtime rugby. Good job I thought. Anyway, I gave Keith a heads-up about what went down. He wasn't happy about it but at least agreed to leave it to me to sort it out. Jess was wary of Keith and me for a fair time. Despite his apology and us talking things over, there was still a distance between us. I guess it was me that decided to try to sort it out when one weekend sometime in March I asked him to stay the night with me. That night we began talking about safe topics. Neither of us was ready to talk about what we had been up to. It was a surreal, weird situation as I was pretty sure we both wanted to clear the air. Anyway I just thought, fuck this lets sort our shit out. I asked, "Why'd you hit me?" He thought about that for a long time and I was beginning to think I'd pissed him off and he was going to go home until he said, "I don't know. You're my mate and I was angry about what had happened to me and jealous about you and Keith and I felt left out and I wanted it too and it should of been me and you who tried stuff first and Keith is your best mate now and I'm not and you like him more than me and...." It all came out in a rush and I think the only reason he stopped was because he'd run outa breath. It was a lot to take in and I really didn't know how to respond to him. Anyway, after giving it some thought I said something like this. "You know I'm not religious, we don't go to church but I guess, if I had to put a name to the specialness of Keith and my friendship, I'd say it was sorta cosmic, synergy or something. We click in ways I've never done before. Maybe it's something about when we were babies," and I explained about that. "Maybe the innocence of babies let our connection take hold before life and prejudice got in the way. I can't explain it any other way." I stopped and thought a bit. I wasn't sure how Jess would take the next reveal. Deep breath, "Look Jess, I'm most definitely and absolutely gay. I'm pretty sure you're not. Keith knows I am and accepts me still just as I am. I should've come clean to you way back, but honestly, I didn't know what reaction I'd get. I should've trusted you. Like I said, you're my mate and you always will be, I hope. Anyway, Keith knows what I am and accepts me for it. There's no recrimination. Even with you and Sonny, we were guarded and explained our sex just as experimenting, despite the obvious enjoyment we all got from it. I certainly did! I think not admitting I'm gay to you might be one of our problems. But fuck Jess, you were doing it with Sonny a long time before Keith and me ever hooked up! I just didn't know what the fuck to think. You confused me totally." "Yeah, I know. And I get that you must have been shit-faced about that. But how could I tell you what I was doing?" "If you couldn't tell me, who could you tell?" "I didn't want you to think I was a homo or something." I laughed at that. It seemed to me such an ironic thing to say. "I've just come clean to you about me being gay and by the way, leave out the homo, eh! Is that how you think of me now?' "No no no! I didn't mean it like that!" (Jess trying to back pedal), "It's just that...what me and Sonny were getting up to was pretty heavy, and I felt pretty guilty about it all." "What, guilty about sex with Sonny? Do you feel guilty about what we got up to then?" "No, no! You got me wrong. I don't have a problem about what we've done together or with Sonny. I like it actually. It's just, I should've done it all first with you, not Sonny. But I've always liked him, like you obviously like Keith. And when the chance came up, well...I just went for it. That's what I feel guilty about." I smiled to my self. You little tinker I thought. "So you like all this gay stuff huh? Even fucking?" His turn for a long pause. Finally, in a little croaky voice, "Yes. Do you think that's weird?" "No. Why would I? I'm gay, I told you." "Yeah, but I'm not. I just liked sex with you and Sonny." "I rest my case Jess." "So what's the problem?" "There wasn't one. At least not about that. I don't have a problem with you and Sonny shagging and all that! I told you what I thought about him just before he left. I was just really upset that you ignored me and wouldn't tell me what you were doing. And when Joel spilled the beans, well that really pissed me off. I always knew you had it for Sonny." "So...what your saying is that we've gone all this time being shit-faced with each other because we didn't talk!" "Yep! Guess so. "So, what now?" he asked. "What do you mean?" "If you and Keith are partners, where do I fit in?" "How do you mean fit in?" "Well, do I fit in with you both, or is it him you want to be with more than me?" Fuck, what's with this I thought. "We're not little kids anymore Jess. It isn't a competition for friendship. You're still a best ever mate and the friend I've had for years. It will always be that way, I hope. But Keith...well he's special to me in different ways, like Sonny is to you. But I love Keith, at least as I understand what love is. It isn't a crush and I'm not experimenting with him like we did with Sonny and all. For me, I think this is the real big thing. Nothing would make me happier than spending my life with him, but I know that isn't gunna happen. He's like you Jess. He's into chicks. He's not gay but he does like what we get up to. You're both my mates and best friends. The only thing different is the way I feel about Keith, like the way you feel about Sonny." Another long silence. Finally Jess said, in a small voice, "I want what Keith has." My turn for silence. What the fuck could I say to that? What exactly did that mean. In the end, all I could come up with is, "What do you mean?" "I...well...I mean...ahhh..." Jess stammered away then fell silent again. Then finally he blurted out, "I want sex with you both!" WTF. Is this some sorta conspiracy or what, I was thinking? First Keith and now Jess. This was huge for me. Up to now, everything I had got up to with Jess had been spur of the moment, mostly experimenting, though I liked it all and even started some of it. Even the set-up by Sonny hadn't been all that bad. At first, with Keith, it was opportunist sex because of the crush I had on him. But now it had grown into something more deeply personal and special. And here was my oldest friend asking to have sex with Keith and me. Even given what had gone down with Darryl, Keith and me, somehow this was different. I'd like to say I leapt at the idea, but I didn't. The first thing that flashed through my head was, what if Keith likes sex with Jess more than me. Jess is the hottest, best-looking, sporty kid of us all. He's a babe magnet and boys all wanted him in their teams. He is fit, fast and an outstanding rugby player, and because of that, a bit of a sports idol to other guys. A great guy to be around, laid back, never diss's anyone and supportive. If that wasn't enough, for gay guys like me, he had an awesome body Ð not muscle bound but well proportioned. Short but not small, stocky but not squat. And he had an arse to die for! It jiggled so sexily when he ran and was firm and round. Out came my insecurities. Would I be cheating on Keith? But this was exactly what he had suggested to me already. And anyway, he'd let me know it was OK to have sex with Darryl. Besides, hadn't Keith bonked his cousin's mate's sister? But Keith wasn't exclusively gay like me. In fact I didn't think he was gay, just liked gay sex occasionally. Well alright, quite often. All of these thoughts flashed through my head. But running through all them, was an excitement at the idea of having sex with Jess and sharing him with Keith. That made me cringe a little, but boned-up as well! And if with jess, why not Darryl? Oh, ho! The possibilities! And I blushed at the thought. We weren't boy sluts! I guess I took too long thinking all this cause Jess, almost whispering said, "I've fucked-up, haven't I." "No, you gonzo, you haven't. It's just, well, a bit of a surprise, is all. It takes a little thinking about." "What's to think about? We've done sex before." "Yes, but its different." "How is it different?" "Well...it's like...well it seems more planned, more...oh fuck I don't know, confusing. I might feel guilty." "What? Are you saying you never liked what we did? Or is it you don't want to have sex with me?" "No, none of that is why, Jess. Even as little kids I gota thrill outa sexing with you. I've always liked doing stuff with you." "Well why not now? If I jump your bones now, would you push me off?' And he did just that. "So Zeb," as he grabbed my stiffened dick, "You do like me after all," and I knew he was taking the piss out of me as he laughed and continued to play with my bone. "Don't feel guilty Zeb. This is something I really want and I'm pretty sure, after what you told me about Keith, he won't be upset." It had been a long time, nearly 18 months since Jess and I had sex together and I have to admit I had missed it. The feel of his fat stubby cock, wow, I wanted him as much as he wanted me. We almost ripped our boxers getting them of each other, spun into a 69 position and went for it. How good he smelt. Not as exciting as Keith, a little stronger and muskier. His short, but certainly not small cock fitted easily into my mouth and the tang of his bell-end excited me hugely. Oh the feel of his foreskin as I tongued in and around it, gently nipping it between my teeth and then rolling it down over his cock-head. In return, Jess did his best to take all of me in his mouth and down his throat. My dick was getting some awesome attention. Before we creamed, we pulled out, turned around and lay together, Jess on top of me, gently grinding his cock against me. I always loved this. Jess asked me if I would fuck him but that, I decided, was not going to happen tonight. I wanted to, but then I'd have to let him do me and fucking was painful and uncomfortable. I'd do for Keith, because I'd do anything for him. As well, fucking was a huge commitment to me, a total submission and while I would fuck Jess, it would only happen if Keith was with us. I said no and before Jess could get too miffed, I explained why I wouldn't. He accepted my explanation quickly, and I felt just a little eagerly. Hmm, what's that about I wondered. The feeling of laying together heighted both our excitement and we went back to sucking. Jess gave incredible head, the best I'd ever had. He had never given head like it before! Fuck, I thought, where'd he learn that! I nuzzled my nose into his soft, silky, golden pubes Ð not many and only clumped around the base of his fat shaft. It had been a long while since we had done anything like this and we wanted the moment to last as long as possible. Also, in a strange way, it was like a healing thing making up for the problems in the past. I had actually missed this part of Jess; his very stiff, fat shaft, with its angry-red, flared head and his big, fat, round, hairless, almost tennis-sized ball bag which, in moments like this, was tight against him. I really loved licking and sucking as much of it as I could and his musky, tangy scent thrilling me. Try as hard as we could, I knew we wouldn't last much longer. Jess, as usual, gave very clear indications he was close with his almost violent writhing and bucking. He was wild. I was having trouble keeping his cock in my mouth. I knew what was coming and when his back arched and he went rigid quickly followed by about six or seven volleys of thick, white globules of spunk. And when I say thick, I mean thick like really thick custard. I wanted it! I swear I could hear every blob of his cum splat against his tum! They looked like little islands of gooey white cream on his beautifully tanned body, almost iridescent in the dim light. Only one thing to do. Never waste protein and I went hard licking it all up! And the minute I began that, Jess slurped his hot mouth back over my aching cock, desperately trying to take as much as he could of it down his throat. Oh my God, it was great and it sent me wild with delight and brought me off in a thunderous cum, drenching his throat and mouth with my sticky spooge! We just lay like that gasping for breath, calming a little, until our saliva covered cocks began to feel the night chill. That encouraged us to snuggle up, gently holding and caressing each other. I think we both recognised the moment as a reconciliation, a new beginning and also something we had wanted for a long time. It was a while before either of us spoke. I asked him, "Where'd you learn to give such incredible head?" "You liked it huh?" "Are you kidding? That was the best ever. Period!" "Fuck! Even better than Keith, then?" "Since you ask, you nosey bastard, yes!" And I gave him a playful slap. "He hasn't had all that much experience, and you have a few tricks you could teach me. We could both learn from you, which is ironic - the gayboy learning from his straight mate!" He laughed at that and relied, "Do you really think I'm straight, or are you taking the piss?" "I don't know. Who cares! You're Jess, my bestie and only you know what you are, if you really have to label yourself. I notice you're keen on Devon, though." "Yeah, I like her heaps. She's cool." "Anyway, you never answered my question. Did you learn from Sonny?" "No, not really. He gives good head but prefers fucking. It was Joel actually who I picked up ideas from." "What! Joel! I didn't know he was into that!" He isn't really, but he'd suck when...well..." there was that embarrassed pause again, "Well, when Sonny was fucking me!" Lying there, my arm around him, I could sense his embarrassment and couldn't understand why he felt that way. I asked him why he was shy about telling me that and he explained "I still feel weird about the way I feel about Sonny and our friendship and the way I feel about Devon and it's all mixed up and confusing." "Look Jess, if it helps you get some of this in perspective, I love what we did. It's a freaking huge thrill and turn on for me. But I still get a bigger buzz from having sex with Keith. It's not about who I like more, it's as I explained, I love the bugger. I'm like any kid. I like sex, but gay sex. Don't be hard on ur self because you liked getting off with Sonny. In different circumstances I would've too, did too. I even liked Joel and thought he was pretty hot. If he'd gone about it differently, well who knows? I'm still pretty confused about me too. But I'm not letting it get in my way." "Yeah I get all that, but how do explain wanting Devon so much and also like being fucked up the bum!" Well, that was pretty direct I thought. Never heard him talk so bluntly as that. "So...do you like being fucked then? Why do you have to explain it? Why can't you just accept that it's part of the way you are? As Keith would say, `why do we have to label ourselves?' We are what we are. Being fucked shouldn't define you. You obviously have a preference for chicks and have as long as I've known you. If you've discovered something else, something different that you like doing, well great." "Look Zeb, I really appreciate you coming clean with me about being gay. I did wonder, but thought you were happy with both, especially cause of your friendship with Emma. But...oh fuck it Zeb, I want to have sex with Keith as well. And what's more, I really want you to shag me!" "I'd love to Jess, if that's what you want to do. But Keith wants to do that too. How do you feel about that?" After thinking about that, he responded, "I'd be good with that." We lay there quietly, waiting for sleep. Fuck me, I thought, my two best friends what to fuck each other. Thinking about it thrilled me and worried me equally.