Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2016 14:39:46 +1300 From: ben zeb Subject: Maths Class Pt 2 Maths Class Pt 12 Group Therapy 2 In primary I had two teachers who gave me two useful ideas that helped sort my ideas out. One of them was a way to deal with problems we had in the classroom Ð write them on a piece of paper, glue it to a big wall chart and read, consider or comment on them. It did help to sort out some bullying. He called it a cathartic thing to do. The second was another teacher who tried to get us all to keep a journal about our learning. Yeah right, as if that was ever gunna happen especially getting boys to write more than they had to. But I did start keeping an e-journal, password protected of course, about four years ago. I recorded my thoughts etc in a pretty jumbled way, but at least it gave me a chance to get some things out of my head ready to sort out. Another favourite way to try to make sense of my world was to row out in my little tin boat, (without a packed lunch) sit off shore away from people, listening to the sounds floating across the water. If the weather was wrong, then I'd head off into the bush, sit by the creek and listen to the water and the bush critters. The patterns and light reflected off the water mesmerised and soothed me. If it was warm enough, I'd have a swim, in the buff, by my self. I loved the feeling of being bare in the water and yes, some times I'd end up giving myself a happy ending on the rocks, visualising one of my friends or some hotty from school. Being alone, on the water or in the bush, helped me block out the white noise people make. My white noise, as I called it, was the directives and expectations Ð stated or implied, I was expected to live by; the expectations from my mum, my friends, (even Jess), school and mostly society, especially the rugby culture. None of it, or very little, easily fitted with, or met what I wanted, or was experiencing in my life. I didn't feel I had permission to be me. I constantly had to hide the true me. And then Keith came along and everything changed. The more time we spent together, the more we understood each other. Our relationship had morphed from a sexually driven crush and exciting experimentation, into a deep and close friendship. There was nothing we were afraid to say or share with each other; our darkest secrets or our weirdest fantasies and fetishes, some deeply crazy that we would never ever try, but were safe to give voice to them. In some way I think we validated each other; we were OK. We were safe, free from condemnation or recrimination. In fact many times we would crack ourselves laughing at the stupid ideas and thoughts we'd come up with. Nothing too deviate, just different, but certainly not what we could say to others. We gave permission to be our selves; to say or do whatever we wanted to, within reason and never anything that would cause harm to others. We were definite about that! And that's what we had done with Jess; given permission to ourselves to go hard out and experience some very different sex. And oh shit, was it different! At least for Keith and I... Sliding in together after a quick douche in the bathroom, naked, we cuddled up for warmth. Despite the earlier activity and our sport, I was still keen for more. The wink I got from Keith confirmed he was too. It wasn't to long before things started stirring, especially Jess's weapon of mass disproportion, and well, one thing led to another and we ready for round two. Jess stated that it was only fair, since we had both fair bonked him, he should be able to have a crack at us. That was an argument we couldn't refute and anyway, it was what we expected would happen. Keith and I thought about this for about a nano-second and just as I was about to say "Yeah OK, fair enough", he looked at Jess and just said, "I don't want you to cum in me bum. Is that OK?" Jess, at this stage was not about to say no to anything and just nodded furiously. "And don't go hard out," added Keith." My only real worry was the size of Jess's bone. It was thick! Way thick. And if he got as hard as he did earlier, we might be in deep shit, given his wild, almost violent reactions when he was wound up! I guess he sensed my reticence as he told us he wouldn't go hard at us. We agreed but only if he stopped if we told him to. Nuff said, off we went! Keith's whispered in my ear, "I really want to be inside you when Jess puts it up me. Ok Zebby?" I'd do anything for this guy and in truth, got a thrill at the idea! What a fuckup! Three horny teens, all trying to fuck each other. We tried doggy fashion at Jess's suggestion. A dismal fail. Standing up, not bad, but a little hard on the legs. In the end we tried piggy in the middle as we called it; lying on our sides, backed up against each other. That worked quite well. Thank God for gymnastics! It wasn't the wild, uninhibited sex and we'd had before. It hurt! It fucken hurt! Despite Jess taking care and going slow, his size made me feel I'd never walk normal again! It went a bit like this. Keith suggested he go first, if only to make sure Jess didn't cum in him. He got me to lie down on my side and slowly pushed into me after applying a heavy dose of lube. Keith is always considerate of my concerns and took his time and buried his dick almost all the way up me. Jess lay down behind Keith, squeezed lube in and around Keith's hole, on his cock and gently eased his way in. Keith was in pain and it made me actually fear for him. I could feel his cock softening. But Keith persevered and let Jess fill him up with as much as he was able to take. Jess has a fat cock, but thankfully for us, isn't very long. Anyway, Jess got it in and rested as Keith desperately tried to control his breathing. Anyone watching us would've thought we were insane as our grunts, moans and ouches didn't support our apparent desire for group sex! Anyway, we got to state where we were all conjoined at the dick and just lay there trying to come to grips with the situation. Jess began a slow rocking movement. Just a gently push and pull, barely moving but enough to stimulate something inside Keith. I guess Jess's urges to us to relax must've helped as after a while, Jess began to speed up about the same time as Keith began breathing hard and whispered in my ear, "I'm gunna cum Zebby!" And he did. A subtle pulsing of his hard member told me he was squirting his lovely jisim into me. Jess must've felt it too as he said to Keith, "I felt that." How could he not with that big fat slug of a cock jammed up him, I thought? Jess pulled out and Keith and I swopped places with me. Was I looking forward to it? Not really, as Keith's pain scared the shit out of me. Jess was true to his word and with a lot of slow but determined effort, (and more lube added to Keith's deposit) managed to finally get all of his fat flange, about 10 cm, embedded in me, accompanied by a lot of howling and agonised shouts and grunts. He was jammed in me as my bum walls, stretched to the max, locked around his stubby shaft. In the meantime, Keith had guided as best he could, my not so hard dick into the entrance of his bum. We lay there panting, me from pain, Jess from pleasure, waiting. Strangely, against what I thought would happen, my arse tube seemed to readjust a little, and though still very uncomfortable, wasn't as painy as it had been. My relaxing, if that's what it was, must've been the signal Jess was waiting for and he began his gentle rocking action. I could feel his shaft sort of rubbing to and fro against the walls of my tube. Not a push in and pull back, just a slow tiny rub. Don't know what it was, but every now and again a zinging little pleasure shock shot through me. That actually felt nice and it was enough for me, or rather my cock, to pump up and let Keith slide onto it. I had about half of my fairly stiff bone buried inside him. Jess's slow rubbing was transferred through me into Keith. It was actually a pleasant experience; enough to over ride most of my discomfort. We progressed like this for a little while. I could feel Jess's hot panting breath on my shoulders and neck accompanied by intermittent nips to my neck and ears, all of which were erotic and stimulating. He sped up his rubbing and the zings increased enough to drive me over the edge and pulse my sticky spooge into my lover, quickly followed by a rush of cum into my abused arse from Jess. We lay there, connected by our slowly deflating bones, letting our breathing return to normal. My arse stung and burned and even tickled a little, all at the same time. Jess's slowly deflating cock began a gentle retraction. Cool air replaced his engorged member as his knob-end popped out. My ring muscle began a sort of pulsing contraction as it tried to resume it's usual tight, clamped state, sending little pain shocks through me. The mixed cum of my friends oozed out and crept across leg. But I clung to Keith, trying to stay connected to him through my spongy shaft. Shrinkage prevented that and as I slid out, my cum dribbled out with it. The autumn night air began to quickly cool us down but moving meant more boy goo slipping out over the sheets and I've never liked sleeping in the wet patch. We needed to clean up! Jess realising this, retrieved the always handy hand towel and began to wipe our cracks. Whenever he brushed our holes we gave a lurch and a holler. He suggested sitting in a tub of cool water might help sooth the burning sting we were both experiencing. But a cold wet flannel might do. Keith and I opted for the bath. Going downstairs was a mission as every step we took would see us cringe, as moving aggravated our very tender and sensitive bums. With the bath partially filled, enough for both of us to sit in up to our waists, Jess decided to be "daddy" as he put it and "...help wash our bottys." You prick, I thought, you'll get yours. We let him. After all, we figured he'd had more experience at this than us two. I noted though, he spent quite a time washing our dicks, but at least he was very gentle. We took the opportunity to clean up his still pretty engorged cock. Jess was right. It did work to some degree, as we both felt more comfortable afterwards, although the stinging, burning pain though lessened, was still there. As best we could, we hurried back to bed as we were now quite chilled. A quick tidy of my bed and we leapt in under the cover, cuddling up to Jess. Our combined body heat rapidly stopped our shivering and we lay with our legs and arms across Jess. I began to slowly caress Jess's ears and neck, running my fingers through his hair. Had it not been for two massive cums so recent, he would have boned in a flash. For now, it was a pleasant sensuous way to show how much I cared for him. He murmured his approval and commented, "If you keep that up, I'll be too." "Horny fucker," I replied. "You got that right! Anyway, you should talk." "What can I say? It's me job." "You like your job then, huh." "You bet. And so do you, judging by your reaction. You certainly liked getting shagged." "Hmmm..." he thought about that for a while, then asked, "You don't think I'm weird do you?" "Why would we," responded Keith. "You like being fucked, Zeb likes sucking dick and me, well I like everything we do. It feels great." "Are you gay too, like Zeb reckons he is." "Yes, no, don't know right now Jess. I guess I'm as gay as you are. But I do know I like chicks so I guess that makes me bi if anything." We all thought about that for a moment or two. Jess broke the silence commenting, "You two have massive cocks. Biggest I've seen." "Speak for yourself! That thing of yours should have a hazard warning stuck on it. Fuck! I don't think I'll ever walk properly again!" I exclaimed. He giggled and Keith chipped in, "Yeah. Chocking hazard. Or maybe, Handle carefully, use both hands!" "Yeah, a true weapon of mass destruction. You've certainly destroyed ours!" I added. "Aw Shudup! Anyway, what about you fuckers. You can't talk with those fucking elephant trunks you've got! Specially you Zeb!" "Hmm, fitted in you nicely." Jess gave another giggle and replied, "Felt good too. So did yours Keith." "Better than Sonny?" I asked. "Different to Sonny. His is smaller but still feels good. Anyway, since you brought it up, whadda you like about sucking dick??' He responded. "Easy, I'm gay. That's what I'm sposed to like. " "But what's so great about it. They smell, cept yours and Keith's don't." So that began a general discussion about what I liked. I explained that I liked the taste, feel and smell of dick. That it excited me. I'd always been fascinated with cocks ever since I could remember. They just looked exciting. I told them that as a kid, I used to name my sausages after my friends if the sausys looked like their dicks. "What the fuck!" laughed Jess "Did you ever call one after me?" "Yep. The ones that were round fat and short. Especially if they still had a bit of skin on the end." "Who else then?" "Well, I had a few Sonnys. Skinny sausys with thin skin tips. Then there was Andrew if the sausy meat had popped out the end. I had Tom, Joel and a Ricky if they were real thin. Mum used to get shit-faced with me cause I'd roll them around me plate and end up giggling. If only she knew what I was doing. I guess I really was playing with me food." Keith and Jess were cracking up. So, Zebby, Andrew huh? What's he got that I don't boyfriend?" "A cut cock like mine. When he was twelve he had a good thatch going on and he seemed partly boned most times. Specially in the shower." "In the shower! How the fuck do you know that?" queried Jess. "On camp dummy. Didn't you ever notice his gear?" "Nope! Can't say I did." "Oh! Umm, Ok." I sounded like a real perve. "Anyway, you know all this cause we used to talk about and compare cocks." "Hmmm, yeah we did, didn't we? So how do we compare then?" "Shouldn't ask that Jess. You mightn't like what you hear." I replied. "I won't mind. I know mine is small." Keith and I snorted. "Fuckin small! Jeeze Jess. Devon better watch out cause she'll either run for her life or faint at the sight of that fucken lump you've got!" And to emphasise the point I gripped his enlarged but soft monster in my hand. "You're shorter, but certainly not small," and gave it a slow stroke to just to punctuate the point. "How the fuck does it fit up Sonny is what I wanna know?" asked Keith. Jess gave another giggle. I looked at him as he only giggled like this when he was hyped up big time. "Honestly, I guess he'd had experience. A LOT of experience" Jess replied, emphasising a lot. "It was hard..." "Bet you were," I quipped in. "Fuck up! You know what I mean. It was difficult at first Ok. But he loves being fucked. More than me. That's his thing. Doesn't like sucking much. Not like you Zeb. You just a sucker, aint ya." "Sucker for you, you bastard. Bet Sonny's got an arsehole the size of the Glowworm Cave." "Don't diss Sonny Zeb. I wouldn't diss Keith." That humbled me. Jess was right. Sonny was still a friend and didn't need me putting him down. "Sorry Jess. Didn't mean to diss him. But shit mate, you can't deny that if that monster dong slides in so well, he must be pretty loose. What `s so great about arse fucking anyway?" "Dunno. It just feels good. Something up there gets rubbed and boom, I'm off. Just feels fucken great." "You must have a whole heap of pleasure buttons up there then Jess. Cause you sure go off!" stated Keith "Yeah. Umm, pretty embarrassing that actually." "Why? I thought it was cool actually, that you got so into it. Loved it. Really did Jess." "What's you pervy pleasure then Keith?' Jess continued. "I like watching. It's a fucken turn-on. It really is. Nearly as good as gettin into it. Love what me and Zebby do. He is just the bomb." "Better than me then?' "Like Zebby says, shouldn't ask questions like that case you don't like the answer. No one is better than my boy Zeb. You felt ace mate and honestly, love to shag with you again, but not sure about the wild ride you give. Interesting, fucken hot, but hard to hang on. Me and Zeb, well, what we have is different, special, just to us." "So, you don't like the ride huh." "Didn't say that Jess. Just said I wasn't sure about it. You better get stirrups or something for Devon to hold on to when you do the deed, if you're not already." "What the fuck's all this about Devon? And no I'm not bonking her!" "Yeah but you want to, dontcha Jessy Boy?" I slid my hand under his balls and gently squeezed them. Jess spread his legs wider. He was stiffening up again. "Maybe." He muttered. "What's the big deal? She has it bad for you, boy. You should see her drooling on the sideline at rugby. Fact is, all the chicks are. Fuck, I reckon most go home wet-as, just from watching that cute tush of yours. Anyway you goon. It's fucken obvious that you've got it hard for her too. Matter of fact it's hard as now!" Keith joined me down in the junkyard and played with Jess's dick. "Whadda ya mean about my arse. What's wrong with it?' "Nothin! That's my point. As far as arses go, you got a prime one. Take it from me. I know, cause that's my job. It jiggles and wobbles so, so sexy when you're fanging up and down the field. Its fucken mesmerising. And it's just the right shape and size. Not huge and floppy and not tiny and bony. Just the right roundness. It's so smooth and fucken great being in it! There, now you know!" He giggled again. I let go of his balls and traced little circles around the tip of his dick with one finger. It felt slippery with precum. "You like my arse then, huh?" And with that, lifted his legs, spreading them as wide as he could, offering his warm moist spot to us. Jess didn't need to say a thing, we knew what he wanted. In a husky, sexy voice he asked me, "Would you do me again?" What do you say to that? Fuck, after all the action so far, he still wanted more. Truth is, we were all sexed up again. Talking about what we like had worked it's magic. Before I could answer, Jess added, "There's one thing I'd like you to do first though." "What's that then?" I asked. "Let me watch you and Keith. Please? You both were watching hard-as when each of you were shagging me, and fairs, fair." This was new. Keith looked at him and I knew what he was thinking. Could we deal with being watched? And the answer, you bet! What followed was a loving, sensuous fuck! At first, we were very aware of Jess up close, watching the action. But once we got into the moment, everything disappeared. It was just the two of us, embracing and connected. I lifted my hips to help him enter me. This was the most important person in my life and all I wanted to do was give him as much pleasure as I could. We kissed passionately and long; whispered quietly in each other's ear. And as Keith reached orgasm, I held him tightly, pushing myself against his thrusting as he emptied another load into my sore, bruised bum. I didn't care. This was Keith. We lay together, Keith on top of me. Jess was breathing hard, lying beside us. His flushed face so close, radiated heat and he couldn't keep still. I recognised the signs. Feeling Keith soften and slide out, we separated. Jess took this as a signal for his turn and shuffled into the middle of the bed, waiting for me. Lubed by Keith I lowered my self tenderly on top of Jess as he spread wide, lifting his legs and bending them back as far as he could. I had trouble finding his opening so Keith helped guide me in. Jess gasped as I entered. My knob seemed to just pop in and as I pushed in, Jess pushed up. Not wildly like before, just slowly. No way was I going to fuck like a rabbit! I sank deep into Jess's tunnel, lying on his trembling warm body. Soft moans slipped from his mouth accompanied by his hot breath caressing my neck. I waited a while, enjoying the rhythmic clenching of his anal chute. Keith was rubbing my back and giving me little kissy nips on the back of my neck and shoulder. That was nice, heightening the pleasure I was experiencing. I began slowly, gently sliding in and out with long strokes to maximise the sensation of his grippy tube. There was resistance, but nothing like what I had experienced with Keith. It felt awesome and I wanted this to last as long as it could. Given the two previous cums, it should've too. Jess said something almost incomprehensible between his panting gasps. `Thanks Zebby. This is the best ever," and our whispered, sexy comments added to our excitement. We couldn't last for long and before we wanted to, we'd reached that moment. I creamed first followed by Jess's screaming, shuddering, agonising cum. His back arched and his whole body stiffened. When I say he screamed, I mean he screamed. I thought I'd hurt him at first, but his unfocused eyes and rapid panting told me otherwise. Jess didn't relax for some time. When he did, he crashed! Jess gets hyped up real bad. He always had. Usually it's cause of too much sugary drinks or food. But excitements and action can do the same. When he crashes, he usually just drops off into a real deep sleep. But sometimes when he crashed, he gets sort of scared and sad. When this happens, he needs to be comforted and know he is safe. And he sobs his heart out. That's what happened then. As I withdrew from his comforting bum, he rolled onto his side away from me, buried his head into the pillow and sobbed uncontrollably. Keith freaked a little not knowing what was going on. I whispered, "Be alright. Explain later," and lay down next to Jess and wrapped him up in my arms. I brushed my fingers through his hair and over his face in an attempt to comfort him. Keith hopped up, came around and lay down facing him. I continued to sooth Jess as best I could, doing what I would always do in these situations; it wasn't new to me. Keith joined me, caressing his shoulders. Slowly, the sobs lessoned into irregular little gasping hiccups. And then, Jess drifted away into sleep. Both of us held Jess for a little while longer until Keith had to get up for a pee. So did I and followed him into the toilet. It's small but both of us could stand together as we usually did, crossing swords. Finished and taking the opportunity to wipe any leftover goo from my crack, we returned to bed. In I slid with Keith sliding in next to me. Turning to him, I explained what the matter was, how Jess gets so hyped up, but crashes heavily. Turning back, I cuddled into jess, Keith wrapping his arm around me. I felt Keith nuzzling my neck. His lips pressed lightly into my ear and he whispered, "We're alright, eh Zebby. You wouldn't go away and leave me. Would you?" Where the fuck was this coming from I wondered. I rolled back over and faced him. "Why would you ever ask me that Keith? Never, never, never! A thousand times never would I leave you. Not unless your life depended on it. You're my everything. You are the only person I'll ever love like this. You're my life! You saved my life! What part of `I love you' do you not understand?" I was shocked and more than a little worried by what he had asked. It was dark, but enough light coming from the street lamps to see that his eyes were shiny damp. Tear damp. He had a very worried look on his face. After everything that we'd got up too and the fun we'd had from it, my two friends suddenly seemed to have the speed wobbles! What the fuck was going on here. That's exactly what I asked him. "It's just, well the way you and Jess, you know, fucked. Do you like it better with him? And he way you look after him. What if you decide you want to be with him more and..." he trailed off leaving it there. I didn't bother to answer him, simply rolled him on his back and rolled on top of him, straddling him with my legs and arms. Looking deep into his eyes. "Did you not hear anything I said to Jess? There is no other. Just you. I seriously meant what I said about you saving my life. Seriously, you did! I owe you my life and don't you ever doubt it." "Really?' "Yes really," you Gonzo. He relaxed and smiled. Thank God for that I thought. "We gotta talk more about why you would ever think that buddy. Yeah?" "Yeah Zebby. I'm sorry for doubting." "Now go to sleep you big fucken twat. And I kissed him on his eyes, nose and mouth. Once back in the sleep mode, Keith lifted his head and whispered in my ear "Night Zebby. I fucken love you!" Four words guaranteed to relax and bring warmth. It was just the thing to let sleep take us away.