Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2015 00:29:41 +1300 From: ben zeb Subject: YF Math Class - Six Days in Summer Pt3 Six days In Summer Pt.3 We woke late, well not that late, about 9:30 or so. The sun was shining full into the bedroom and if that hadn't been enough to make us sweat, then our tangled arms legs and close bodies did. The sheet was scrunched and tangled between us, covering little but our morning wood. I don't know when Keith woke, but when I did he was looking at me, smiling. "Hey bud," I yawned. "Sleep well?" "Like a log. You were groaning in your sleep. Were you dreaming `bout me?" Keith rolled half on me and slid his hand down to my rigid shaft. Grinning, he sexily said "What's this then? Ready are we?" I smiled back and pushed his hand away. "Ready for you anytime Bonerboy. But I need a piss right now." "Yep! Me too" and he leapt out of bed dragging the sheet of with him, erect penis pointing the way. I followed him into the bathroom and we stood together, trying to piss. It's hard enough when you're boned, but standing next to Keith with his beautiful hard cock standing at attention, just made it doubly difficult. The last dribbles finished, we went back to bed. Keith spooned with me and pushed his chub between my thighs. I opened them to help his effort as we lay together, me gently squeezing his penis with my thighs and him caressing my chest and tum. Little drops of Keith's pee dribbled over my legs. "We could stay here all day and get up to stuff," Keith whispered into my ear as ne nuzzled and bit it. My cock agreed but mum had other ideas. "Boys! What would you like for breakfast?" She called up the stairs. "Protein shake" I replied. Keith cracked up. "What Zeb? What do you want? " She called again. Fuck! Surely she didn't hear me? "Me." Keith answered softly. I can't hear you properly. I'm coming up." "No it's alright! We're getting up!" "Jeez Zebby, I already am." And he pushed his stiff member between my legs to emphasise the point. Oh shit, I thought. Nothing I can do to that now. Best we get up. So that was that for the moment. A very frustrating start to another hot, adventure filled day. Up, dressed and down to the kitchen where mum was busy making blueberry pancakes. Yum! I loved them. And as it turned out, so did Keith. "What are you boys doing today then?" she asked. "Maybe go for a fish, if the tides right," I suggested. "Well, make sure you use sunscreen and don't be silly out there" mum warned. "Yes mum" I droned. "Yes mummy" Keith chirped. Mum gave him a hard look. Shit Keith, you're pushing it bud I thought to my self. I snorted, which earned me sharp look. "Why was the bathroom so messy when I came home Zeb?" That's right, blame me I thought. "Cause we had a shower", I replied. "A shower, in the bath! Why was the bath dirty as well?" Oh, oh. Better be careful what I say. Thanks to Keith, he diffused a potentially difficult situation. I'm sorry Mrs Xxxxxx. That was me. I was a bit sunburned and I though a bath might sooth it. Sorry for leaving a mess. I'll clean it up for you." "No need Keith. And what happed to calling me Ali?' Brecky over, tides not good for fishing, we decided to head up the valley. I grabbed some stuff from the pantry, water bottles, food, biscuits and chocolate, (major food groups as far as we were concerned) and we headed down to the beach. There were some kids kicking a soccer ball around and we watched for a while before they beckoned us to join them. We played a bit of four-on-four before somebody booted the ball through a picnic lunch. We decided it was best if we left the kids to take the blame and walked off, got on our bikes and headed for the hills. Stashing our bikes in the bush, I took Keith up the track to the water hole I usually went to. We crossed the creek and bush bashed for a while, following the bait layers markers until the track turned uphill. We headed downhill until we came to a small stream that flowed from a narrow cleft between fairly high rock walls. Squeezing through the gap we entered a short valley that gave hid the crescent shaped water hole. The south side had rock cliffs about three to four metres high. Large, sun-heated flat boulders lay scattered at one end of the cliffs near the entrance. Opposite the cliffs, a small, curved, gravel beach led up to the trees and the steep sloping bush wall beyond. A waterfall about one and half meters high fell into the pool at the western end exiting the way we scrambled in. If you didn't know where it was, you wouldn't find it. I led Keith to the beach, opened my backpack and took out a small square ground sheet, spreading in on the ground under the tree and sat down. I could tell Keith was impressed. "The deepest part is over there by the cliffs. You can jump of them safely `cause it's about a 2 meters deep in the middle. Over by the waterfall are some rocks you can sit on and let the water fall and have a water massage only its pretty cold," I explained to Keith. "This is awesome!" he exclaimed. "No wonder you come all the way up here." We sat there enjoying the atmosphere. Cicadas chirruped in the trees making their usual racket. Occasional birds tweeted, but apart from that, the bush was silent. The waterfall wasn't at it's usual flow due to the drought we were having, but it still provided a steady splashing which added to the mesmerising nature of this hidden spot. Keith lay back, propped up on his arms. "Shit Zeb, what a fantastic place. Do you wanna swim or...arh...you know, do stuff?' He was smiling but in a shy way. It confused me because he had never been slow in coming forward before when sex was a high possibility. Keith could see my confusion and carried on, "This is such a special place...I just wondered..." and he trailed off. "And that's why I brought you here, because, yeah, it is a special place and I want to share it with you. And yes, I do want to do the other. We can swim after." That was all he needed and with that he pounced on me, knocking me flat and started furiously humping against me. Between the laughing and the fake grunts and moans, he managed to get out, "Guess what I wanna do?" Yep, Keith was back! "Jeeze Keith, build a fort" I innocently tried to say. "Fuck off dip shit. If I build anything it'll be a stake in the ground to tie you to it and have my wicked way with you." And that signalled a wrestling match ending in us in a heap, tangled up breathless. "Seriously Zebby, I came prepared. Don't worry, no one will hear us scream if it's painful, or we enjoy it, and I will." "Well, you know me. I'm a sucker for you, Bonerboy." "Well I know that. How many times is it now?" and he laughed again. That I think, was one of the nicest things about this beautiful boy, my mate. He was quick to laugh and had a wicked sense of humour. "Fuck off, dick head. But are you sure about this. I am concerned I'll hurt you." "Bragger! You're not that big...I think." "We'll see when I'm jammed up that hot, tight, pink little shitter of yours, Buddy!" "Ooohh, I love it when you talk dirty,' and he winked at me. "Come her big boy and let me undress you." No arguments there and I shuffled across and knelt in front of him. It was obvious to us both that we were ready judging by the bulges in our shorts. Keith slowly slipped my singlet over my head and then slid his hands into my shorts, caressing my bum cheeks, slipping his fingers into my crack and then cupping my balls. Holding them gently, he slid his hand up and down my shaft, drawing soft moans from me. Slowly he pulled his hands up, hitched his thumbs over the waist of my shorts, pulled them outwards and slid them to my knees. My cock sprang out and slapped against me, bouncing back to stand out at a sharp angle. It throbbed and there was a jewel-like drop of precum at my piss slit. My turn. With trembling hands, I repeated the actions. His cock was so hot in my hand and throbbing in time with his heart I couldn't get his gear of fast enough. We knelt there, pressing against each other, felling our hearts bang against each other's chest. Our cocks, mashed together, felt burning hot. A string of cum joined us together when we parted briefly only to merge with each other's as we came back to kiss gently. I didn't want to part but we were forced to as the sandflies were attacking us mercilessly, especially our bare, sensitive butts. For a moment, it was coitus interuptus as we sprayed each other with insect repellent. I asked Keith not to spray too much on his cock, as I didn't want it where the sun don't shine. He quipped back, "It don't shine from your arse anyway." I responded, "Fucken felt like it last night!" and we giggled about that. God, we were like two little kids out on a major adventure, which I guess we were. We should've put sun block on too. But as we were in the shade, we decided not to. Keith had his trusty, through quite empty looking lube jar and we greased each other up, he my cock, me his bum. I guess he had decided which order we were going in. Keith turned around. Slowly and carefully, following Keith's directions I managed to work two fingers into his amazingly hot, tight bum. I gently pushed my fingers it in an out, and then pulled out to re-lube. I tried three with difficulty, but with patience, and time and plenty of lube I managed it. My cock was drooling precum and I wiped that on my finger and added that to his slick tube. I spent a long time lubing him to make him ready to accept my throbbing cock, but I was also enjoying playing with his hot hole. It was Keith again who moved me on. On his knees, he turned his head to me and said, "Try it this way Zebby. Please?" I guessed he wanted to try it doggy style. It was probably best anyway, because the ground wasn't that smooth. I did my best to line up my dick with his slicked up hole and after poking and prodding, finally made connection. The tip of my dick pushed into his tightly puckered arse. At first all I met was a wall of resistance. Keith adjusted him self a bit and I temporarily lost connection but when I did, my cock began to make a an entrance. I eased into him and with a sudden slip, the head of my cock disappeared into my hottie Keith's steaming hole. God it was tight and oh shit, so nice! Keith gasped and said, "Go slow Zebby, you are quite big aren't you." I didn't need to be told; the last thing I wanted was to hurt my incredible friend. "Tell me to stop any time Buddy." So I waited until my friend was ready and began to push again. At first no movement and then slowly, I began to sink into him. He gasped and cried out and I asked him if I should stop, but he said "No!" More pushing and more sinking. I was about a half way in him. "Slower Zeb, please." So I did although by now, with my penis buried in him, the crushing tightness and heat, I didn't think I could last much longer. I was panting and gasping and my heart pounding in my chest. I tried pushing more in him and began to penetrate deeper. He began to cry out, (very loudly actually, "Aaarrrgh..fuuck, oohhh..fuuuck...ouch!" "Shall I stop mate?" "No. How far are you in?" "Almost all." "Oh shit! No, but not too hard please." I was concerned but honestly, lust took over and I continued to push. Slowly, over a fairly long time, with lots of stops, screams, gasps and shouting, (thank God we were a long way off the tourist track), and Keith arching his back and being shunted along the groundsheet, I managed to slide my dick about three quarters of the way into my lover. It was fucking amazing!!!!! I rested till we were a bit more comfortable, (actually waiting for Keith to give me the word) and then began the slow pull backwards. Oh fuck, if going in was so awesome, coming out was even better, a gripping, rubbing sensation along the length of my cock as it slowly slid out. I was careful not to slip right out of his tight tunnel and so when my knob was just inside, began to slide back in. The feelings racing through my body, from my curled up toes to my head, made me skin tingle. I felt my eyes burning and they became blurred. I was making animalistic moans and grunts. I noticed a puddle of water on Keith's back and wondered how that got there and then realised it was drool dripping from my open moth. I was a sexual wreck! My balls were screaming for release and I was near to it. I could feel them balling up tight, my cockhead swelled and I tried desperately not to cum. Was Keith speaking, I honestly didn't know as it didn't register with me, I was so lost in what I was experiencing. Then I exploded. My cock went madly wild, thudding and squirting inside Keith. I felt faint and dizzy and lay on his back. My cum didn't seem to end and I went off firing squirt after squirt of Zeblings. He was swamped with my cum! How many times I shot, I don't know. All I felt was the most intense, furious ejaculation I've ever had in my life. If I died right then, it would take a week to chisel the look of utter lust-filled pleasure of my face. Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck!! It was totally awesome!!!! Now I understood what Keith was trying to explain to me last night. Wow!! I don't know how long I lay on Keith's back. Honestly, I completely lost all contact with time. My cock, now subsiding to little continuous twitching spasms, didn't soften. Finally it registered that Keith was speaking. "Zebby! Zebby! For fucks sake Zebby. Are you alright?" "What? Oh, fuck, yeah Keith I'm good. What about you?" "Yeah I'm good, but my knees are hurting and my arse is burning." Oh, shit! Sorry Keith," and I tried to pull out. I lent back and Keith pushed himself up. "Oohh, ouch, wait, wait, wait Keith. You're bending my cock!" I cried. "Jeeze Zebby, do you know how much my arse has been bent!" And carefully we stood up, me imbedded into Keith's tight arse. Oh, so nice! But the effort had caused me to soften and I was slowly squeezed out of that sweet, hot glove. I was concerned, and I admit curious, to have a close look at his bum hole. It was closing in little pulses, with cum oozing out and dribbling down his leg. My dick. was slick and slippery with lube and cum, slightly discoloured but not red. Thank God, I thought. That was my fear that I would rip Keith's arse and cause all sorts of problems. Keith shakily turned and faced me. My trembling legs were slowly calming as I came down from my sex high. "Fuck Zeb, that was different. Not what I expected at all." "What did you expect?" "I dunno. It was a bit uncomfortable and it hurt and was weird but it was sorta nice too. Now I know what you mean about your arse on fire. What you reckon? You think you wanna do it too?" "Hmmm...I'm still a bit sore from last night, but I guess, if you really want to, I'll give it another try...for you Keith." He hugged me and in a very over the top, demanding tone said, "On your knees fucka!" Oh, shit what've I got my self into, I thought. Well, as it turned out, it wasn't that bad at all. Keith was very gentle and tender and took his time. It actually felt quite nice despite the initial pain and the burning/stinging fire-pain that continued after he had withdrawn from my bruised and assaulted hole. Keith obviously enjoyed the experience judging by the very loud moaning and yelling and oh fucks etc. And when he came, it almost matched last night's effort. I was quite happy when I could stand up again, as my wrists and knees were aching. Satisfied sexually, (for a while), we eagerly waded into the pool. The days heat and the sweaty effort shagging each other, had made us very hot and in need of cooling off. The water felt ace. Crisp-cool and refreshing. The clarity let us see the bottom clearly, so avoiding rocks was easy. Still, I guided Keith, swimming and floating around to show him what he should watch out for. The coolness of the water had a relieving and soothing action on how sore, fiery puckers. Having navigated around the pool, we spent a little time sitting under the waterfall, letting the force of the water cascade and massage our backs. It felt great, but after a short time, became quite cold. We slid off the mossy rocks and began horsing around in the pool. Wrestling, ducking, swimming races, duck diving for stones, you name it, we did it. It was a magical, joyous time playing together like we were ten year olds again! I showed Keith where we could climb up to a small ledge in the cliffs above that we could jump off. The ledge was about three metres up, and above the deepest part of the pool, letting us bomb and dive and carry on like silly buggers. Not much was said between us. We didn't seem to need to. It was if some kind of synergy existed that let us intuitively know what each other was thinking or about to do. We alternated between water play in the cool water and stretching out on the hot, flat, boulders to warm up. The usual jokes and comments flew between us about shrunken bits and the need to warm them up. The chill of the water made our skin cold and clammy. But we quickly warmed up due to the warmth radiating from both sun and rocks. We ate and discovered that the chocolate had melted and we put that to great use, first smearing it on each other's chest, then progressing south over each other's cock and balls. There was really only one sensible way to get it off and we did. Keith never tasted sweeter! The necessity to spread sun block created sensuous moments caressing and massaging each other's body. And that's how the day progressed until by about 3:00 pm, the sun became blocked by the hills shading the water hole, making it a little to cold to continue swimming. We dressed, packed up, and retraced our path back to the main track. Keith couldn't stop telling me how brilliant and awesome the water hole was and how much he loved being there. It made me feel really good inside that I could share a very special place, (almost a spiritual one, in very special ways, with my incredibly beautiful and special friend. Mum was ready for work by the time we got home. I made her the usual pre-work coffee and Keith and I sat together as she drank it, sharing a bottle of Coke between us. Keith couldn't stop raving about the water hole and what we got up to, (censored of course). Mum gave us a curious look and I asked what that was for. She took her time answering before she just said "Nothing", but she did reach for her cell phone and snapped a photo of the two of us. She gave a list of directions, the usual "You know the rules, Zeb", told us what she had prepared for our dinner but we had to cook it and then she was off. Yea Ha! Home alone again. Keith disappeared up the hallway and I heard him shut the toilet door. I crashed out on the couch, switched the TV on and idly flipped through the channels. Some time later, I heard the toilet door open and then the bathroom door close. I was a bit surprised at that as he hadn't said a word to me and I was looking forward to showering with him again. He took a long time showering and finally came back to the lounge with just a towel around him. He said, "I'm a bit tired Zeb. Why not have a shower and come up and have a bit of a rest." Stranger and stranger I thought. But I did just that, showered alone dammit, and then traced my weary way up to my bedroom. As soon as I got to the door everything was made clear. Keith was lying on his back, legs bent and I could clearly see lube between his butt cheeks. "Hey Big Boy. I prepped for you. Come here!" Oh my God. His voice was so soft and husky. His face, flushed and warm-red matching his lush, red saliva-glistened lips, told me he certainly was. He looked so sexy! My cock rocketed to hardness. No need to tell me again, I shucked the towel and climbed over the end of the bed and slid in between his smooth, hairless, thighs. His warmth filled me and his very stiff penis pulsed between us. Keith reached up and placed his hand around my neck pulling me to him and kissed me, the tip of his tongue gently probing my mouth. We slipped our arms around each other and began kissing, licking and nibbling each other where ever we could reach. Our mingled precum leaked and oozed between us. There was no frantic urgency in our sex play. This was different. We were loving each other, giving to each other, pleasuring each other. Keith raised his legs and wrapped them high around my back, opening and offering himself to me. Raising my hips, my penis slipped down over his tight scrotum and into his moist crease. I probed as Keith pushed against me. The tip of my cock made contact with his hot opening. Holding there a moment I began pushing slowly in. Keith pushed up, meeting my thrust. Together, we encouraged his tight bum passage to accept my penetration. Keith spread wider, opening and giving himself to me, allowing my rod to enter his velvety smooth tunnel. It wasn't an easy entry. His tightness resisted my invasion and our earlier encounter was continuing to cause him some pain. But despite this, I sank deeper and deeper into a hot anal embrace. Keith sighed deeply and whispered encouragement in my ear, grinding against my invading spike as I sank into his slick tunnel. Soft mewling ahhs and oohhs, punctuated his pleasure as I slid into him. Keith gave a low grunt as I bottomed. His slick passage held my swollen rod in a hot, tight embrace. I paused, enjoying the feeling of being deep inside him, as his pulse beat a staccato rhythm on my penis. Then began the dance of passion as we moved together, grinding and gripping, lost in our mutual lust and emotion, desperately trying to please each other. Keith's bum gripped tight as my bone slid backwards and relaxed as I pushed back into him. Repeatedly I slid in and out of my lover, my long, slow strokes creating intense, rippling waves of pleasure washing through us. My skin felt super sensitive and every touch, kiss and caress from Keith sent little electric tingles flashing through my body. Keith began to tense, arcing up against me as I entered him, almost crushing me with his legs as I withdrew. His rasping, gasping breaths were dragged through clenched teeth and exhaled in long throaty, growling moans. Clawing my back and biting me on my shoulder, mouthing incomprehensible sounds as he neared orgasm, increased my need for release, and I quickened my pace. Pushing hard into him he uttered a long agonising, scratchy cry, and I felt every mighty explosion of his cum as his sizzling tunnel convulsed around my cock. I felt the warmth of Keith's thick ropes of cum spurting and splatting between us, gluing us together. My cock erupted and flooded him with my sticky juice. Dazed and breathless from our immense climaxes, it took a long while before we came to our senses. Keith slowly sank back down, pulling me with him, locking us tightly together. Our cocks continued to twitch and spasm long after our intense cum. We held each other, panting and gasping for breath. Regaining some control of my trembling body, I raised my head enough to look into my lovers eyes. He was still lost in the pleasure. Lips slightly apart, face burning red, eyes half closed, I gently kissed him. Keith placed his hand on my head, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulled me hard against his mouth, sucking my tongue inwards. We parted only when we were forced to take a breath. Keith gently pushed my head up. He was clamping and grinding against my still very hard spike. Whispering hoarsely, he breathlessly said "Fuck Zebby, I'm all tingling inside. It feels like a funny itchy feeling. Can you keep going? Please?" I could feel him trembling beneath me. I was locked tight inside him and just as stiff as I was when I began. I began using short gentle movements at first, more like nudges than a push. I was afraid to push harder. Keith changed that as he pushed his hips hard against me showing me what he wanted. And so we began again, Keith meeting each thrust into his slick wet depth and clinging tightly with each withdrawal. His cum-flooded tunnel aided my efforts, allowing me to slip into him quite easily, though he was still a very tight fit. We couldn't last long and we didn't. Keith led the way to our second orgasm. As he neared that delicious moment of release, his legs stiffened and spread wide apart. It was too much. I went rigid, pushing my self up, locking my arms and legs straight, the only real contact with Keith my pistoning cock, and emptied myself once again into my beautiful, sexy boyfriend. Keith fired three volleys of opaque jiz before his penis began quivering and oozing little pearl droplets. I collapsed on top of my friend, totally spent. "Oh, fuck Zebby" he whispered breathlessly , "that was incredible. I don't know what you did in there, but shit it felt awesome." I couldn't speak, but I did wonder how this was all possible. I smiled at him and wiped his sweaty hair away from his eyes. We were wet. Saturated. Sweat streamed of us. A pool of our sweat puddled on Keith's chest. Cum matted our pubes and slid between our legs. It was smeared over our stomachs and chests. We really were a mess. The smell of sex filled my bedroom. I loved it! Not wanting to crush Keith, I rolled over, with difficulty, on to my back taking Keith with me, desperately trying not to pull from his slippery bowels. I loved the feel of him lying on me and this was a perfect end to a tumultuous love session. I had a million questions for Keith, but the energy spent in our love making, the earlier sex at the waterhole, a day in the sun plus a late night, all played there part in making us very tiered. As I casually stroked Keith's back with my fingers, thinking of how to ask the most burning question of all, Keith's slow rhythmic breathing told me he had fallen asleep. As he relaxed, his penis had begun to deflate. Despite my efforts to stay inside him, my very sensitive penis slid from its warm, wet, snug cavern, aided by Keith's anal contractions, as it ejected me. I fell asleep.