Date: Sun, 8 Feb 2015 10:48:44 +1300 From: ben zeb Subject: Math Class Ch. 5 - Six Days in Summer Pt.2 Six Days In Summer Pt. 2 Dinner over, plates etc shoved in the dishwasher and back to the couch. I was ready to sort out what Keith might have in mind but was really nervous about what he wanted to do. For me, shagging someone comes with all kinds of issues, not least the physical ones. We were sitting on the couch watching something when I eventually asked, "Do you really want to do this Keith?" Keith looked at me, a serious expression on his face, "Yeah Zebby, I do." "Have you ever shagged anyone before?" "I bonked a chick last year. What about you?" "No." "Oh! I was pretty sure you would've so I thought you'd have an idea about it." "Nope. Shag free area here buddy. So I guess you're the expert." "Wouldn't call me an expert. It was in a paddock. There were too many prickles so we decided to do it standing up." "So we really are bunnies at this then. What you reckon. You still think we should do this thing or what?" "I really want to try this with you Zeb." "OK. But we stop if it gets too weird." Big smile. "Done! And he pounced on me trying to drag my gear off. "Whoa! Lets clean up first. I stink and I'm not going anywhere near your arse till I know its smelling sweet!" Punch again. "Piss off. It always smells sweet!" Well, you got me there. You're right about that. It sure does, I thought to myself. "Come on Zebby, I've got an idea" and off he shot to the bathroom. "I wanna have a bath with you." And that's what we did. While I filled it, Keith disappeared and came back with a jar of Vaseline. "Where'd you find that? I queried. "Was in me bag. I left in there from last time at sport." We pulled our clothes of, jumped in and sat just soaking for a while. Keith asked me to stand up so he could wash me. I was into that and leapt up spraying water everywhere. Keith moved close to me and whispered in my ear, "Turn around Zebby," and to encourage me, gently put his hand on my shoulder as if to guide me. I did and I felt his arms slip round my chest. His hard cock jabbed into my crack and as he slowly pushed forward, sliding up between my bum cheeks. It was such an erotic feeling. Keith slid his hands down and spread my cheeks apart and began to slowly push inwards. A few times he actually made contact with my pucker. That made me jump a little. He reached over for the vas and lubed his stiff cock, looked at me and asked me again if I wanted to do this. I was worried about it but nodded yes. I turned back to the wall and lent against it. With one hand he spread my cheeks, the other he used his finger to slip lube into my bum hole. Oh shit, I thought. It's really happening. His finger slipped in quite easily though it did feel uncomfortable. More probing and after a few minutes I felt his cock at my back door. He probed and pushed, I bent and straightened, but nothing worked. Then he suggested we sit down in the bath and try sitting on his dick. We did. Fantastic. I think, I nearly broke is cock in half when I slipped and fell on him. He let out a hell of a yowl. I suggested we try on the bathroom floor. Yeah, lets try that he agrees. I lay down but despite the hot night, the floor is cold so I spread a towel out. So there I am, legs spread apart, in the air, Keith lays down on me. Nice, I like this way. Face to face, this seems better. He feels so warm against my skin. I'm feeling better all ready. Keith is probing at my arse. I try pushing back towards him as he pushes forward. His cock, oh so slippery, slides over my balls, down my crack, between my balls and groin and occasionally hits my pucker. I try to guide him to the target. Bingo! We make contact. He pushes and I'm feeling pressure. He pushes more, but my bum is clamped shut tight! Push again, (actually more like a shove) and all I feel is a stinging, burning sensation. Keith shoves again. I reckon I was shunted along the floor. He knows he's in because I let an agonising, shrill "Fuuuck!" Keith obviously got a fright because he immediately pulls back. Oh my god, my arse felt like it was being ripped out. "Shit! Stop Keith! Stop! Please!" I gasp. He looks at me and I can see genuine concern. "Oh fuck Zebby, I sorry, I really am." Shit. Now I'm scared. I think I must be bleeding. I ask him to check my hole to see if I am. Thankfully I'm not, but it feels like my arse is on fire. Keith, full of concern, tells me to do it to him. I'm reluctant knowing how it was for me. But he insists so I ask him to give me a mo to calm a bit. We're a bit cold so we hop back in the bath. Now it's my turn. Same deal, against the wall, sitting in the bath, more water on the floor, try on the floor, but no go. Nada. All we achieve is a freaking mess! Water flooding the floor and lube all over us. We gave up, hopped in the shower and spent a goodly time washing each other. I did what I thought was good job cleaning up the mess, and we went off to bed. Keith suddenly remembered half way up the stairs, the Vaseline, thank God. I plopped into bed, Keith came in and jumped in beside me and we lay there quietly. "That was a fuckup!" Keith stated. "Yep! Just shows ya, eh. Were just a couple of hopeless fuckas!" That brought a chuckle from Keith. He rolled over and snuggled up to me laying his head on my chest and began kissing my chest and licking and sucking my nips, then on down to my tum licking my belly button. He kissed on to my cock and slipped his mouth over the head and began to lick and suck it. Pulling of, he slid lips his down my shaft kissing it and lapped at it with his tongue. Then back up and engulfed my purple plum and pushed down taking as much of me into his mouth and throat as he could. He gagged a little and his teeth just grazed me now and again but it didn't stop the intense pleasure was I feeling . Over and over he did that driving me into a sex frenzy. I knew I couldn't hold back and tried to warn Keith. He just sucked harder. Too late, I exploded in his mouth. He gagged and pulled back and swallowed some of my cum. He couldn't take it all and so pulled off. The last spurt splashed over his nose and cheek. I was gasping and felt drained and exhausted, my heart hammering against my chest. Keith wiped his face and lay down beside me. "Now I've got your DNA in me," and he smiled that wicked smile at me. God how I loved him! I slid my arm under his back and as I did he rolled and laid his head back on my shoulder. I lay there totally relaxed, in the afterglow a very powerful cum gently running my fingers over his back. I could feel his hot, very hard cock throbbing against my leg. I reached over and picked up t the Vaseline and gave it to him. He looked at me puzzled at first and then it dawned on him. That concerned look appeared again. "Are you sure Zebby?" "Yeah buddy, I am." I bent my legs up and spread them wide apart. Keith knelt between them and began lubing both of us. His fingers felt strange and it hurt a bit as he pushed into me several times filling me with lube. Both of us lubed, Keith gently lay on me and used his hand to find my slick hole. He was having some trouble locating it so I reached down and took his cock and tried to line us up. Between the two of us, somehow we made connection and he rested a while on his arms, looked into my face and then gently pushed against my resisting pucker. I lifted my legs up as far as I could bend them. They were almost beside my chest. As he pushed I did my best to relax. I remembered something a friend said to me that if you breath out when you have to take a hard dump, it comes out easier. So I tried that, taking a deeper breath and breathing out as Keith pushed in. Something gave because with a sudden rush, he penetrated me. Not very deep but enough to make me clamp my arse ring tight. I felt stretched and sore but not screamingly painful. Keith gasped and held still. Another breath and push and he was deeper in me. I asked him to wait a bit till I got used to him in there. I felt full and my arse ring felt as though it was on fire. But bit-by-bit, with lots of stop starts, Keith slipped deeper and deeper into me until I could feel his soft pubes tickling me. My tum felt squashed with legs bent so far up and it seemed natural to wrap them around Keith's waist. It made me feel more comfortable and increased the contact between us. I was gasping and grunting due to the discomfort and pain I felt. Keith's breathing was ragged and fast. I could feel his heart beating against my chest and also in his cock. I felt squashed with my legs pulled up so far so to relieve that, I wrapped them around Keith's waist. That made me feel more comfortable. We stayed like that for a while, Keith gently pushing himself against me. The pain didn't go away, nor did the burning, but over some time, (probably minutes) it seemed to lesson. I began to relax a little and Keith sensed this and very slowly started to pull out. With just the head of it inside me, Keith stopped and then pushed back in. It was the strangest feeling I've had had. Maybe my brain was really in my arse like my uncles would say. It didn't seem to know what it wanted, clinging to this fairly thick, steel-hard invader as it moved out and resisting it as it pushed in. Keith's breathing became very ragged with big deep gasps in and long moaning sighs out, almost in time to his thrusts. I was becoming more used to feeling him in me and while I can't say it was exactly pleasure, it was less uncomfortable. I felt just full like I needed to take a dump and there was less pain, but the ring of fire was still there. Occasionally, I would push my hips up to meet his thrusting. Keith began shuddering and his legs were trembling madly. His breathing was loud and erratic. Then he started making long, agonising "aaarhhs" as if he was in pain. But the look of pure ecstatic pleasure on his face, showed he wasn't. His thrusts had become a little harder and faster and with each thrust he let out a rattling, husky almost growling sound from his throat. I could see and feel his heart pounding in his chest. He pushed him self up resting on his arms and began short, hard fucks into me, then changing to longer ones. I was pushed up the bed and was banging my head on the headboard. His thrusts were hard and with every one his balls slapped against me. It felt like he was trying to shove his dick right through me. Suddenly he stopped fucking, tensed his body stiff an looked into my eyes and whispered hoarsely, "Oh fuck Zeb...Oh fuck, fuuuck Zeb, it's happening!" I felt his cock swell and with a long, sobbing , almost wailing cry "Aah haa....aaarh haa..." he erupted into me. Spurt after violent spurt shot deep into me. With each eruption, Keith began letting out a series of high pitched chocking squeaky screams and banged himself into me. Tears filled his wide-open, glazed eyes and little wet blobs of snot were forced out with explosive exhales and dropped with his tears and sweat onto my chest to mix with my sweat. I began to get frightened for him. When he did try to speak, it was incomprehensible babble. I don't know how many times Keith's cock spasm'd, but oh my God they were powerful, violent spurts. I could feel his cock contract and then swell and release each shot of spooge. His hard short jabs, seemed to help jet his cum into me until, with an aching cry, Keith collapsed on my chest. I thought he had fainted. His heart was punching in his chest and racing so fast it almost felt like it would explode. His breath was desperately ragged and he seemed to be struggling to get enough. The violent spurting of his cum had stopped but his cock continued to jerk and twitch inside my very full bum and it was still rock hard, like a fat iron bar jammed deep into my arse. It took a while before Keith could say something resembling intelligent speech and then all he could say was "Oh fuck Zeb...oh fuck Zeb...oh Zebby.....oh fuck" between his gasps. Slowly he came back to earth enough to say "Oh shit Zeb. That was the most intense thing I've ever felt. Fuck it was good!" He slipped his arms under my back, hands around my shoulders holding me tight. We were wet! Soaking wet. The night was hot anyway, but the intense sex we had just had, made us sweat so much, it pooled on my chest and ran of both of us like little rivers. Keith's breathing calmed down, but it took a long time. He felt tightly snug in my bum. But he was still rock hard! Absolutely no shrinking at all! Keith was kissing my sweaty neck. He stopped and stated the obvious. "I'm still hard Zeb. It doesn't want to go down." "Yeah, I know. I can feel it." I'd sort've got more used to his cock in me and while it didn't feel totally awesome and still hurt, it did fell kinda neat and I felt good we had done this. That's when Keith started making little thrusts again. He lifted his head and looked at me. His face was still flushed and I knew he wasn't finished. We didn't have to ask or say anything to each other, but we knew there was more to come. The thrusts became long, slow gentle strokes at first. Almost out and then all the way back in like before. I felt very squishy and we certainly didn't need any more lube, that's for sure. The long, slow strokes became faster and harder and then frantic, fiercely wild, like rabbits fucking. Keith started up his aaarrrs and sqeaky grunts, open-mouthed oohhs. He was fair shafting me! I was certainly being royally shagged! This couldn't last long and it didn't. Keith gave a mighty cat-sounding yowl, (Thank God mum wasn't home) and erupted again. Not as powerful as before obviously, but I was very impressed with my lover for his staying power. With a long drawn out sigh, he lay back down on my chest, done. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight against me. I could feel his penis slowly deflating, at last, and sliding out of me. I tried gripping it with my arse muscles but it still slid out. When it fell between my cheeks, I could feel Keith's cum dribbling out and into my crack. That felt strangely ticklish. And there we lay, in our wetness and stickiness in each other's arms. Wow! What a day! We lay together for quite a while, resting against each other, gently caressing each others wet skin as we cooled down. Finally, and by now we were getting quite cold, Keith got up, took my hand and pulled me up. "C'mon Zebby. Shower time," and led me to the upstairs bathroom. Keith started the shower, hoped in and then drew me in to him. The shower was small and it was a bit of a squash. Taking the shower rose, he washed me from head to foot, then washed himself and replaced in back on its hook. I reached for my body gel and squirted gel into his hand. Very tenderly, he rubbed it all over my body, back and front, head to foot. He was especially gentle around my bum and in my crack. Then it was my turn. He gripped my hand when I got to his still slightly chubbed penis, and said, "I'm a bit sensitive down there." That was the only thing said throughout the whole shower. Soaped up, we took turns rinsing each other off. It was such a gentle and tender thing after the sometimes wild shagging session. Dried of, we went back to the bedroom. There was a huge wet patch where we had fucked. I went and got another sheet and we both remade the bed. I stuffed the wet sheet in the corner out of sight. I didn't want to explain to mum why there was an extra sheet in the wash! It was quite late by now and mum was due home. We crawled into bed and snuggled up together, wrapping our arms around each other. The night breeze was soft and we could hear the occasional cricket and owl hoot. We laxed back and just enjoyed being close together. Keith broke the comfortable silence. "Zeb, that was the most sensational thing I've ever felt. I'm really sorry I hurt you. I know I did, cause I could see the pain in your face. I shoulda stopped but I just...I just wanted to do it so much. I wanted you to feel what I felt. I feel guil..." I put my fingers on his lips to shush him. "Buddy, I coulda stopped you any time I liked. It was my choice to do this too. I'm just so stoked I could do this with you. You don't have anything to be sorry or feel guilty. So just shut that." "I still want you to do it to me Zebby." "I do to Keith, but I'm scared I'll hurt you." "You took a chance on me, so I'm happy to do it with you, no question." Well, yeah I'd love to bud, but not right now. I'm utterly fucked!" "Well of course you are dip shit. I just did it!" And he rolled on top of me and looked into my eyes and said, "And you felt sooo hot and sooo tight. I want you to feel that as well." "What! Like you've just had a new arse ripped for you. Shit I'm gunna have to find a freakin big horse to ride just so I can explain why I'm walking bow legged. All I need is a bloody cowboy outfit and I'm ready for Halloween." Keith laughed and said, "Fuck Zebby. I'm not that big." "Got news for ya Boner Boy. You felt like you had a fucken power pole for a dick! I doubt I'll ever walk straight again." "Did you ever, Gayboy?" and that really got has laughing. We settled down and started talking about our how it felt. I told Keith about how worried I was when he came, he told me it was totally awesome and he thought his balls were going to explode and that he couldn't stop cuming. I told him I could feel him cum inside me. He told me he could feel ridges inside my arse tube and that it felt like his cock was going to be strangled or cut off by my arse ring it was so tight. And that's how our discussion went until we heard mums car pull into the drive. A short while later, mum must've heard us talking and came part way up the stairs to say goodnight and we settled into a comfortable silence again. Keith broke it again. I was feeling quite drowsy when he asked me, " Zeb. Can I ask you something?" "Yeah" I answered sleepily. "What's gunna happen when Jess gets back. Won't he be real shit faced when he finds out about us?" "Why should he know? He doesn't need to." "But...you said you were in a relationship with him." "I told you months ago. Anyway, I couldn't give a slimy rats arse if he does find out!" I even surprised myself at how harsh and angrily I said that. Keith realised it to. "Hey, hey, hey Zebby. I didn't mean to upset you. Shit I'm sorry man." Oh, fuck Keith. I'm not angry with you. I don't care if Jess finds out about us. It wouldn't be from me. There's no reason for him to know and I really don't want him or anyone to know about us. Not because I'm ashamed or anything but because I don't want to share you with anyone..oh, `cept chicks. It really isn't any of his fucken business." "Fuck, you two were so tight last year." "That was last year. Then..." I trailed off deciding not to say anymore. But Keith being Keith, there was always a thousand more questions. "Then...then what? What you mean." "Look, do you have any idea how I'm feeling right now? "Yeah, I think I do Zebby." "You reckon, do you? Well, I've just had the hottest kid in the school shag me in my own bed. I've sucked him and he's sucked me, twice. We've showered and bathed together. I don't want to fuck any of that up. I told you. I've fantasised about you, dreamed of you, made a fucken big sticky mess in my bed, and my pants over you. And now...well you said I'd gotten under your skin, well you've buried yourself in my fucken heart. Now...what's that got anything to do with Jess?' Long silence and then, "Hmmm...the hottest kid in school now, is it? "Yes you prick. I've promoted you." More laughing between us. At least Id broken the tension creeping in. "Hotter than Jess then?" "Why, are you jealous?" I said jokingly. No answer from Keith, then finally a very quite, whispered "Yes." "Oh shit Keith. Why?" "Dunno. I just sorta wish...I guess I envy him for all the things you do together and, well...he...he might...you know, be better than me." The last part I could barely hear. "Why would he be better than you?' "He might be bigger or hotter than me." "What the fuck..." I couldn't help laughing. "Jeeze Keith, I'm not laughing at you but shit, if you knew, you'd be laughing too. Is this about how you match up, or about how I feel about you and him?" "Both I guess. So, what is he like in bed?" "Warm and cuddly. Just like you." "And...sex..." "Really nice. Do you really want me to compare the two of you?" "I...ah...yeah."" "I liked having sex with Jess. But you, well I can never get enough. You are exciting. Just seeing you makes me tingle all over and when we touch, well it's like electric shocks zipping through me. Is he a good lover? Yes he is and good at it. Are you a good lover? Holy fuck yes. You are so excitable and alive, I guess, and then you can be so sensual and tender, gentle, compassionate, and passionate. It wouldn't matter how many times we have sex because each time would feel new." "Really?" "Yes really." And I could sense the smile on his face more than I could see it. "Look Keith. It's not about who I like more. I like both of you, love both of you. But it's different too. I can crack sick jokes with you and give you shit and you understand it. We talk about things I haven't with Jess. You are totally open with me, no BS, honest. Jess hasn't been like that and, well that's become a problem for us. So that make you a whole lot more real and exciting and well, just magic. Me and Jess, well we are more like brothers now I guess, `cept he doesn't need me like that as much as I need him. He's got three of them." "And me? Do you like me as a brother?" "Yes, no, don't know. With you bud, I love you the way you are. We're connected but not like an old married couple. I think that's how Jess and I were feeling. When I first saw you, I thought fuck, there's someone I would love to get to know. At first I felt guilty about that cause of Jess. But then, you bastard, you invaded my dreams. I couldn't get you out of my mind. Fuck, there were even sometimes with Jess I fantasised about you. How's that for being fucked up. The one thing I know is, I don't own you. You are not mine to have just for me. And you know what, I good with that. I trust you, love you and will always be around for you, if that's what you want. But I will never get in your way or became a stalker. So, do I like you as a brother? If I did have a brother, I don't think I'd be having sex with him. There's something creepy about that. I look at the relationship that jess has with his bros and it's good but not always that close. Another mate of ours, well he's been having sex with his bro since he was about ten or eleven! I think he's a bit fucked up. I think you can have a closer, really honest relationship with a mate and that's how I see you. A very close, most bestest mate, who I can totally trust, be completely honest with and not worry that what ever I say will cause me shit or grief. An absolutely awesome friendship, I get benefits from!" "Fuck Zeb. I'm up for that and I want you around, forever. I get what you're saying about having a good mate. I've got some cracker mates but not one I can talk about or find out about me like I can with you. That's something I want, no question. And yeah, I do love you but I love Rachel and Emma too. I've had wetys about all three of you. Not all together, but Vie spoofed in my bed dreaming of you too. But I'm good with that. I'm OK about what we get up to. I really like it. I like sex with chicks too. Rachel is my girlfriend. You shouldn't get so hungup about that. We are connected like you said. You're my boyfriend. There I've said it so get over ya self and accept it.." Nothing more was said. We rolled into each other, comfortable in each other embrace and drifted of to sleep.