Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2015 00:10:57 +1300 From: ben zeb Subject: YF Math Class - Six Days in Summer Pt. 5 Six Days in Summer Pt 5 We woke late. The morning sun streaming through my window made it too hot to stay in bed. The smell of spooge was strong and we were sweaty. Mum was busy downstairs but I didn't want to rock up smelling as we did. Dragging our selves out of bed, our woodies pointing the way, we headed to the bathroom and struggled to empty our bladders. Our morning breath drove us to clean our teeth. Filling the basin, we washed ourselves, or at least the worst bits, sprayed deodorant and headed back to the bedroom throwing on t-shirts and shorts. Mum was in the kitchen drinking a coffee. The usual greetings over, we ferreted around in the pantry for likely looking breakfasty things and sat down to eat. Mum said she would be going out for a few hours and asked what we were doing today. I told her we were going fishing and so the usual mum directions followed. Make sure you do this and take that and don't be silly out there and keep your lifejackets on...blah, blah, blah as mums do. I droned yes mum, no mum, ok mum, we will mum, to keep her happy. Throwing what we thought we needed in my dingy, rods, bait water etc., and the obligatory life jackets, we wheeled it down to the beach. Launching was easy and we piled in, me in the bow rowing, Keith in the stern. And that's about as planned and ordered as our fishing trip got. The moment I started rowing, chaos began. Keith, sitting as he was, leaning back against the transom, made rowing a little more difficult as the bow rose higher than usual. As well, his bouncing up and down and side-to-side movement also destroyed any idea of efficient rowing. It was about then that I noticed Keith had decided to go commando! Unfortunately, that just completely blew away and chance of concentrating on rowing properly. With legs spread wide and loose shorts on; the gap created gave an unobstructed view of his gear. I commented that we could probably use that little worm as bait. He suggested I bone up, lie down and he `d tie our t shits to my mast. It might be faster to sail than row! I asked him if he had intended to go commando and he answered, " Oh, good! You noticed then. Care for a snack!" I have to say I was tempted, half chubbed up as he was, but we were still close to shore, and as much as I enjoyed the thrill of sex in semi public places, that was too public. Still the view was pleasant! Keith began shouting stupid orders "Row you bastard! Avast me lubbers! Heave to!" All the dumb-arse things he could think of, doing a poor imitation of Jack Sparrow. Trying hard not to laugh at the idiot and keep my mind off the tasty morsel rising out of his pants, my rowing became more and more erratic. In between catching crabs and air strokes, and having that dong staring at me with its little blind eye, it's a wonder we went anywhere at all! What usually took about ten minutes to get out to the fishing spot, actually took about 30! Happily, we actually got to where I figured we would have the best chance of catching something. Throwing out the anchor, we baited up and cast out. So long as we sat still, we were all right. My dingy wasn't that big, only a twelve footer. Keith was fidgeting and feking about and as he did, not only did the boat rock alarmingly, but more cock showed. "Put that thing away, you fucken tease! You'll end up snagging it on your hook!" "Suffer Gayboy! Get used to this. I intend to drive you nuts with lust today. You just looky. You no touchy!" "Fuck you, Bonerboy. We'll see about that!" "If ya lucky," and he gave me that killer wicked smile of his. Hmmm, going to be long day. Don't know how long I'll be able to keep my hands of the hot teaser. Hundred meters off shore, probably to close to do something like suck the marrow outa that sweet bone, ran through my head. The first bites stopped any more feking about and we concentrated a little more on fishing. The bites came on faster but sadly all we dragged up were small throwbacks. Things calmed down as we waited for more fish action. Keith looked up and asked, "Zebby, can I ask you something?" "Always, you know you can." "Well...last night, or this morning actually, you said something about you, Jess and Sonny having a threesome." "Yeah" "What was that like? Like, what did you do?" "Hmmm...well...we just got into sucking and jerking each other really?" "Yeah well I guessed that, but did you, you know all suck each other one at a time or all together or what?" "Altogether. Like I'd suck Jess, he'd suck Sonny and Sonny'd suck me. Then we would change around." "Did you fuck?" "No, you know that. We weren't into that." "Would you have another threesome?" "I duno Keith, who'd I do that with?" "Me." "What? You'd do a threesome with me?" "Yeah. I would." "Well, who else would we do it with? Honestly, I'd feel a bit weird sharing you. I guess I'd be a bit jealous." "Two things Zebby. One, no one would ever be more fun than you. And two, I was thinkin me and you and a chick. A threesome with another guy, well, it'd have to be a pretty special guy to do that. Someone we could totally trust." "Oh! OK..... a chick. I'd..." ZING! Keith's line gave a mighty jerk and away went his spool. He leapt up, rocking the boat wildly and played that fish like a pro. By all the signs, it was a big one. Some minutes later, up came a very nice snapper. It was a mission getting the thing into the boat cause we'd left the gaff and net behind. But when we did, wow, what a fish. Big fat and heavy. No need to measure that one, it was definitely way over the minimum size. Keith did anyway. It came out at nearly 43 centimetres long. "Eat your heart out Gayboy. Beat that!" "Wow Keith! You've got something bigger than me!" His response, a handful of cold sea water thrown over me and, rubbing his hands over the fish, he wiped them over my face laughing, "Suck that!" As he lent forward he began to fall, over balanced and fell backwards. Legs spread, on his arse helpless, I grabbed a pilchard and threw it at him. Unfortunately for Keith, it landed fair up the leg of his shorts smack bang on his half chubbed dick and balls. Brilliant shot I thought. "Hey Bonerboy, now you smell like pussy" I taunted him. "How the fuck would you know, Gayboy" and scooping the stinking half frozen fish out of his pants, biffed it back at me. "Shit that stinks!" he cried. "Remind you of someone?" I asked him. He burst out laughing, "Yeah, it does. You Know Zebby, there's only two things that smell like..." "Fish!" I finished for him. "Bad, sad joke my friend" Whap!! My rod bent low and out spooled the nylon. "Shit Zebby, you caught something!" exclaimed Keith. "Let it run,...now reel in carefully, that's it Buddy...drop your rod, now reel in..." "Fuck sake Keith, give me a break! I have caught fish before!" "Oooo, temper, temper! I bet mine's bigger than yours!" "Not from what I've seen, buddy" and winked at him. "Shut the fuck up dip shit, and get that fish in!" And I did. And it wasn't as big. But still a good-sized keeper. A fat, short snapper in good condition, measuring at 35 cms. Keith went back to washing the remains of the pilchard off his bits. I decided to help him and threw water over his crotch. That made him jump. "Shit Keith, it looks like you pissed yourself," I laughed. It could've got totally out of control if Keith's rod didn't go off again. He certainly knew what to do, that's for sure. In no time at all, his second was in the bag. We fell into an easy silence, enjoying the glass-smooth surface , a gentle sea breeze and the muffled voices coming from shore. If you listened carefully, you could almost make out what was said. I wondered if anyone had heard what we had been going on about. Eventually, I asked Keith who taught him to fish so well. "My dad. We often go out with one of his mates. Been fishing with him for as long as I can remember, pretty much. How about you?" "My uncles." "Didn't your dad teach you, then?" "I never knew my dad. He died before I was born." "Oh shit Zebby, I'm sorry for asking..." "It's all good buddy. Just one of those things," and left it at that. We went back to fishing, or at least feeding the bloody fish, because while there were a few small nibbles, no big bites and so, no action. Time was moving on, we had three, enough for tea, so we decided to call it a day and head back in. Besides, we were getting hungry. It was nearly lunchtime. I heaved in the anchor and Keith suggested he row the boat back. He might know how to fish like a pro, but he rowed like shit. "Jeeze Keith!" I said, "The beach is just over there. Why the fuck are you heading for Aussie?" We'd headed all directions, and in circles, but the way we should. "Mate! I'd like to get back in time for tea" I teased. "Well, get your arse over here and take the other oar then!" So there we were, side by side in my little tinny, trying to row and not knock each other out as we rowed! I've no idea how long it took, but somehow, between the slagging off, laughing and pathetic rowing, we made it. Dingy on the trailer, dragging it up the beach, Keith nudges me and says, "Hey look! There's Darryl." I looked and sure enough, Darryl is munching an ice cream, sitting on a seat, his bike leaning against it. "Hey Darryl! " Keith calls. " `Sup dude!" Darryl looks up, spots me, looks at Keith, looks confused and then finally responds, "Nuthin!" Keith looks at me, leans in and says quietly, "Here's your first step in making your peace." At first I thought he was joking, but looking at him, I could see he was serious. "Ask him to come up to your place Zebby." No chance to open my mouth as Keith carried on, "Hey Darryl, wanna hang with us for the arbo? We're heading back to Zeb's place, dealin to these fish and then up the creek for a swim. Come and join us, mate." And then he looked at me nodding waiting for me to agree. "Yeah Darryl! Come up. Be good to catch up." And so he did. You would have thought Darryl was a lost mate who had not seen his besties for years. Once he started, he never stopped asking questions. Jesus, he was worse than quiz master Keith! "What you been doing? Been away? How come you're up here Keith? Are you staying at Zeb's? How long have you been here? How many fish did you get? ..." It went on and on till we got back home. I felt quite sad for him. Here was a great kid, lost for real friends. Back home, paper scissors rock to sort out who would do what and Keith won so he decided to fillet the fish. That left me to wash the boat and gear, and pack it all away. Darryl helped me. It gave me a little time with him. He was chatting away about anything and everything and I let him go with it. I looked at him. Here was a kid we all knew but didn't know. He was popular at primary, but secondary can't have been much fun for him. He was a loner and I just didn't know why. I thought he was easy on the eye, quite cute really. Tall and thin, but not skinny. Long legs and arms, wrap around arms and legs I thought. Soft brown eyes, full of expression. A sort of lost expression in them mostly but when he smiled, they sparkled. Pangs of guilt ran through me about the shoddy way I had used him last year. He really didn't deserve that. "Hey, Darryl." He looked up as he was washing the boat. "It's really good to see you. Thanks for coming up with us." He smiled shyly responding, "It's cool. Thanks for asking. Are you really going up for a swim?" "Yep. There's a pool off the main track. Not many people know about it so it's pretty private. It's quite deep too." "Cool. Can't wait. It's pretty hot." "Yep!" And so the small chat went. Eventually I just had to say it. "Look Darryl, I'm real sorry about what happened last year. I didn't mean to upset you." "Oh! Ahh...I thought you...I thought you..." and he went silent. It didn't click at first but suddenly it dawned on me. "No Bud, I meant I didn't mean to upset you the way I stopped spending time with you. All the rest was fun." His face shot up, "So...you did like...what we..." "Yeah, I did. It was nice. You're a great guy and I had lots of fun." He stared at the ground trying to get something out. "Ohh...umm...I..." the poor kid didn't know where to look or what to say and while he was stammering away, I noticed a growing lump in his pants. Darryl knew it too, but as he was holding the hose and a brush, he couldn't do a thing about it. I couldn't help myself. "And I think you had fun too!" and smiled at him. He went even redder. I had to do something about his embarrassment. "Here, you brush and I'll hose,'" and taking the hose from him, accidently on purpose squirted him in the groin. I thought the cold water in the affected area should sooth things. It seemed to. Boat washed, gear away we went back to see how Keith had done. Six nice fillets, neatly trimmed. The boy had learnt well! "Don't you eat the heads?" Darryl asked, "Dad cooks them up. There's some really sweet meat in them." Solved that disposal problem. Darryl could take the heads home. So getting some plastic bags, three fillets in each, heads in another, I asked Keith to trim off the guts, mum would make stock out of the carcass, only the guts and skin to get rid of. Then it was time for lunch. That over, we raced each other up the road, barely missing the occasional car that past us, sprayed each other as we peddled through the ford, reached our bike hiding place and headed up the track. Darryl was in his element. Being a science lover as he was, he detailed each native tree specie, explained all about the old gold mining in the area, told us about all the mine shafts that were around about. I didn't let on that I knew this. It was Darryl's time to shine. He went on about the recent flooding and the damage it caused, told us about the river critters in the creek and on, and on, and on. Some of what he went on about was really interesting and new to us both. He was ahead when Keith and I headed off the main track and it took a few seconds for him to realise he was wandering away from us. He was in a world of his own! "Hey, Darryl buddy!" I called, "This way!" "Oh, yeah." Another blush and a little shy laugh. So with Keith leading, we picked our way through the bush to the waterhole entrance. Darryl was confused and a little concerned. "Do we go through there?" he asked. "Yep!" "And there's a swimming hole in there?" "Yep! Come on. We'll show you." Like Keith, he was blown away when he came through and saw the waterhole before him. "Oh, wow! This is really fantastic!" "Yeah, pretty special eh," I said. "Come on, we can throw our gear up there," pointing to the rocks. Keith and I pulled of our runners, climbed up to the ledge and jumped in. The rush of cold water felt refreshing against the heat of the day and our sweaty bodies. Swimming back, we climbed back up to Darryl, stripped off our clothes and lay them on the hot rocks to dry out. Darryl was red faced again and just didn't know where to look! "Oh...Oh..I thought you'd be swimming in your shorts. I...I..." "No need to Darryl. Not many people know about this and less come here. It's all good, promise." He hesitated, but began to take off his T-shirt. I watched him. Shirt off, bend down to remove his runners, shorts taught across his slim tight buns, cute arse actually I thought, then he hesitated about dropping his shorts. Keith had come over and stood with his arm around my shoulders. Both of us had plumped up and this hadn't gone unnoticed by Darryl. Whether deliberate or not, his reveal as he slowly pushed his shorts down was quite a turn on. First a few pubes emerged, followed by more of his soft brown bush, then bit by bit his thickening shaft until, freed from the confines of his shorts, his smooth-skinned, half hard boner bounced up and then settled to a slight downward droop, twitching in time to his heart beat. Though his dick skin had begun to peel back, half still covered his swollen purple knob. His cock, raised as it was, gave us a great view of his low hanging, smooth nut bag, with good-sized eggs in them. Mmm, how I wanted to play around with them! As he shuffled his shorts off, Darryl tried to cover himself. By now, Keith and I had all but boned up. Darryl was in turmoil not knowing where to look or who at and by trying not to, made it all the more obvious. Keith solved his predicament. "C'mon mate," looking at Darryl, "Lets jump in. It's too hot to stay like this." And he looked at me with that wicked grin. So cocks bouncing and swaying, we climbed up to the ledge, Keith leading. I came up the rear, no pun intended, but it gave me a great view of Darryl's cute arse and occasional glimpse of his tight pucker. Oh, how I needed to get in that water. It had been a day of temptations and constant boners and I found it really hard not to grab hold of those jiggling bits ahead of me. Keith leapt, Darryl needed some encouragement but followed and I straight after. There we were all bunched together gasping for air and shuddering before we became accustomed to the coldness of the water. We swam around, showed Darryl where everything was, sat under the waterfall and just mucked about ducking and diving and horsing about. Darryl obviously liked swimming under water because he spent a lot of the time under it whenever he came close to either of us. Pretty obvious what he was up to. Good on him! We got into having horse fights Š one person on another's shoulders and then the other trying to make them fall of. It was a bit difficult with only three of us though. Darryl loved it, pressing his groin hard into our necks. It was interesting feeling his semi hard chub rubbing the back of my neck. Never had a cock there before! Of course we repaid the favour. He really loved it being piggy backed, wrapping his long legs around our tums and pushing himself against our backs; all of which was very erotic and stimulating. Once our fingers had begun to turn into wrinkly prunes, we decided to jump back up on the rocks and warm up. I dragged out the sunblock and squirted some onto Darryl's hands telling him best he covered his front, I'd be happy to do his back. Keith looked at me and indicated he wanted to as well. So there we were, basically massaging Darryl's back with sunblock, taking our time. It was obviously very pleasant for him, as his rapidly rising boner proved, something he didn't bother to hide anymore. Naturally, we checked that out quite closely. Our turn to put sun block on. Darryl never hesitated to volunteer to spread it over our backs, so sitting between us, he did, rubbing and massaging our shoulders and down to the beginning of our cracks. Feeling a finger pushed between them, I wondered, do sunrays get that far down. Never mind, it felt very nice. Sitting as he was, we had a close view of his throbbing prong, slightly curving towards his tum, glistening at the tip as a little pearl of precum bubbled out. His knob, shiny and purple, was completely clear of its hoodie. I looked at Keith, he at me, gave a little nod of his head and we were just about to slip our hands around that hot, hard nail, when Darryl turned around and lay on his stomach, resting his head on his arms! Shit! I thought. Did he guess what we had in mind? That left his bum and legs exposed to the sun. Picking up the sunblock, we squirted some on his cheeks and taking a side each, gently smoothed it over his soft white buns, down his legs and inside his thighs. A few minutes later I felt his legs stiffen as he clenched his butt cheeks tight. He drew in his breath sharply letting out a low gasp. Oh, shit! I looked over at Keith, smiled and mouthed "He's cum! He's actually cum!" Keith's bemused smile and quick nod confirmed my guess. Lucky rocks, I thought. Darryl didn't move and kept his head facing down. I guess he was really embarrassed about what had happened, the poor kid. If only he knew what that had done for Keith and I. Wow! We chose not to say anything, but lay down beside him enjoying the sun on our well sunblock-covered backs. "Mmmm, this is nice." I said to know one in particular. The heat from the rock felt nice on my cock. We lay there for about 20 minutes or so before deciding to get back in the water. Keith and I hopped up, no longer boned, Darryl took longer but finally stood up. He was still a little chubbed, but more noticeable was the dampness on his tum and in his pubes. I quickly glanced at the rock and sure enough, a very wet sticky patch. Keith led the way again as we jumped back in. The water felt colder after our sun bathing so we didn't stay in too long. It was time to go anyway. A quieter walk back made me wonder if Darryl felt uncomfortable. I hoped not. I'd known him for a long time and he really was a nice kid. By the time we got home, mum was back. Darryl had to go home so Keith and I decided we'd bike back with him, but not before we had loaded him up with the fish fillets and heads. We were about to leave when Darryl looked at me with his big brown sad eyes and said, "I really had a good time. The water hole was neat. Could I come up again sometime?" "Yeah, course Darryl! That'd be great! What about tomorrow?" "I've got to go with dad tomorrow and on Monday I've got to go to my mum's place." "Well, why not ask your dad if you can come up here for the day on Monday and we'll take you to your mum's in the arbo? Give me a ring if it's OK." Keith looked at me quizzically. I leant over to him and told him what I'd suggested. He nodded enthusiastically giving Darryl an encouraging thumbs up saying "See you Monday bud." By the time we got back to my place, mum was preparing dinner. We stunk of fish and sweat! Time to clean! Stripping off our clothes and not wanting mum to see us naked, we bolted to the bathroom. We showered together, soaping and rubbing over each other's body. I so wanted to go further, but Keith wouldn't have any of it. "I told you Gayboy, looky no touchy, except for now, but don't be fiddlin with the diddle. That's for later" and gave me a big over the top wink. I was so fucking frustrated. All day I'd ached to mess about with him and then along comes Darryl! Fuck, I'm guuna smother him in cum soon, I thought. But, not yet! Smelling much sweeter, we sat down for dinner. Our fish looked fantastic thanks to mum's magic. We chatted about the day, I asked if Darryl could come up on Monday if his dad said OK and could we take him to his mum's later. That was all good with mum. Then she asked what we were doing tomorrow. I shrugged my shoulders. Mum said she had to catch up with a friend over on the coast and so that instantly gave me the idea for us to go over with the surf boards. Keith's eyes lit up and so that was organised. Mum cleared away the dishes and brought us desert. While we were munching through it, she reached down and grabbed her cell from her bag. She flicked through it and then said, "You remember the photo I took of you two the other day?" "Yeah." We replied. She showed us. Nothing special, just me and Keith together at the breakfast bar, heads close and turned in to each other, lopsided grin on Keith's face. Then she stunned us! Reaching over to one of the chairs, she picked up a photo album. We looked at her blankly. Then Keith exclaimed, "What the...!" He managed to stop in time. "That's my baby book! How come you've got it, Ali?" I just looked at him. "What? That's your what?" "It's my baby book with all the shit when I was a baby. You know, all your baby photos and stuff." "OK" then to mum "How come you've got it mum?" Holding up her hand she said "Let me explain. You remember the first day you came up here Keith?" "Yeah" he replied. "Neither of you asked me how I knew he was born 45 minutes after you Zeb." "Oh yeah, that's right" I mused. "Well, I recognised you from when you came into hospital last year Keith." I sniggered remembering what I'd said about that. "But I never recognised your last name. But something about your mum's voice sounded familiar when I spoke to her the other day. I rang your mum back that afternoon. I asked her if she was Xxxxxx and as it turns out she was. We were good friends way back before you two were born. But your mum wasn't married and that's why I didn't recognise your last name, and your mum looked so different, I never recognised her either. Isn't that a thing, we've been living only a few kilometres away from each other for over ten years and never knew" she beamed. "What! You and my mum are friends!" Keith was stunned. "But how come you've got my baby book?" "I'm coming to that. Today I went out to see you're mum. We'd arranged it last Thursday. I showed her that photo" pointing to the cell, "and like you are now, was totally stunned because of this." And she flicked the album open to a page with a couple of baby photos on it. In one, two babies, about a year old, were sitting together playing with a toy. Their heads were close together, slightly turned towards each other, and on one, a lopsided grin. We were speechless for a few minutes. "Wait a minute!" I yelled, "That's me there!" Keith's mouth dropped open. "No fucken way! Oo, sorry Ali. How can that be?" `Yes fucken way!" Zeb, boys, language! Please." "Sorry mum." "Sorry Ali." We intoned. Mum showed us the cell photo again and sure enough, same grin, same head position only we were older. Mum went on. "You two were great mates. You were like twins, always together. Even when it was time for sleep, the cr¸che had to put you in the same cot because you wouldn't settle unless you were together. You'd both play happily for hours. In fact, you were so close, that Zeb would suck your dummy." Keith interrupted by bursting out laughing. He struggled to get out "You...you...used to suck my dummy." Calming down he lent over and whispered, "Not much has changed eh." I punched him. Mum continued, giving us a strange look. "See, there's Zeb there, Keith. Your mum would pin it on your jacket so it wouldn't get lost." And sure enough, there I was, a dummy in my mouth with a string that led to Keith's jacket. We began to flick through the pages. The reality we were baby mates silenced any other talk. Pictures of the two of us playing, asleep in a cot, making mud piles, all the usual baby stuff. And then, turning to another page, we cracked up laughing. Every time we looked at the page, or each other, just made us worse. My sides were hurting, I couldn't get my breath properly and thought I'd piss my pants. Tears were running down our faces. Mum just had a WTF look on her face. We could only point, we just couldn't speak. I don't know how long it took but finally we were able to say something. All Keith said, and it sent us off again, was, "Somethings never change, eh Zebby!" The picture, two little kids, naked as the day they were born, splashing around in a paddling pool. In one of them, we were standing up leaning on the side, bums exposed. Nothing strange about that. In the second, I was laying back against the side with Keith lying on top of me, legs spread, trying kiss me. All mum could say was, "Yes, you two were very close." That set us off again. Leaving us with the album, mum began to clean up the dishes. We took the album and lay on the couch squashed together. Keith had one arm around my back and his head on my shoulder. I was holding the album. Keith took me through the book, explaining who each person was, pointing out his dad and mum, explaining where each photo was taken and what, as far as he new, was going on. It was a trip through the first ten years of his life. Some pictures I recognised from school sports events we had both been at. In one, when I looked closely, I could see me in the background. It was an interschool crosscountry event. We couldn't get our heads around the idea we had been mates from the beginning. It made me think, and a little sad, that we hadn't grown up together. I thought how it was for Jess and me and realised I was just happy Keith and I had what we had. Mum came in and took another shot of us together. There were gaps in al this for me and so I asked how come we knew each other way back then. She explained that Keith's mum and her were friends before we were born. After we were born, both mums went to back to tech to complete courses. We ended up in the same cr¸che. Our mum's would baby sit for each other as well. After the course finished, mum and I shifted as mum took up a nursing job down south. Shortly after that Keith's mum married his dad and moved to the farm where he lives now. Our mums lost contact with each other. My mum didn't know what Keith's dad's name was, so didn't recognise who he was when Keith came into the hospital. It was the phone call when I asked mum if Keith could stay that triggered the rest. How strange is life! We spent a fair time quietly looking through the album, several times, especially those of us together as babies. Time progressed, and eventually, we fell asleep, album on my lap, Keith on my shoulder and his arm across my chest. (Mum took another shot of us. 21st Photo opp she called it). Anyway, it was mum who woke us and told us to go to bed, we'd be more comfortable there. Little did she know :) In bed, we talked about the day. Keith took up a position l loved, head on my shoulder, and leg over my waist, pressed against me. His warmth had a comforting effect, nearly as exciting as his twitching dick against my leg. I slid my hand down and very gently stroked and teased his hard shaft. Running my fingers over his piss slit rewarded me with some nice slippery juice. He in turn, did the same to me. We were in no hurry, just wanting to tease and please each other. When we needed to, we held the others hand still to prevent the ultimate resolution, a sweet release of thick boy juice. Talking about our day with Darryl increased our horniness. His cum on the rocks. His slim long cock. Keith still concerned a little that he was smaller. Would Darryl be up for messing around with both of us. Without a doubt I believed and asked what Keith had in mind. He was up front saying he wanted to watch me suck him. I told him I'd never done that with him, I wasn't sure how it would go if I tried. I asked if he would he suck Darryl, but he'd probably not take him in his mouth but he was up for pretty much else. He talked about Darryl's big fat balls so I guessed he wanted to examine those. All this talk was making me very hot and so, I slid down the bed to take Keith's very hard spear straight down my throat. His response, a drawn out moan of pleasure. There was no urgency, but I just couldn't get enough of his beautiful bone in my mouth. Pre-jizz flowed freely as I sucked up and down. I tongued my way around his balls, trying to get both in my sucking mouth. Licking underneath his balls I made a slow path to his pucker. It was an interesting taste, not unpleasant, but more tangy. He didn't smell like I thought he might being so close to his hole. A clean sweaty aroma filled my nose as I tongued my way towards his tight hole. I lapped at it and circled it with the tip of my tongue, making Keith squirm and gasp. I knew he was enjoying this as he began his song of sex; quivering ooohhs, and quavering aahhhs, mixed with long groans and gasps. Retracing my way back to his trembling cock, I engulfed it, straight to the root. Keith let a long breathless aaarrrhhh as he heaved his hips upwards fucking into my throat. Mmmm, it was all too nice and sexy. He picked up speed, held my head and rammed his cock deep into my almost chocking throat, and letting out a strangled scream, blew wads of spunk deep down my throat and, as I pulled back, over my tongue. I swallowed as quickly as possible and managed most of his protein boost, but a little dribbled out the side of my mouth. I didn't want him to unplug, his cock felt so wonderful. I knew, in a little while, I would probably be back for seconds. I was greedy! I lay there, my head resting on Keith's soft tum, gently caressing his softening penis. Dribbles of sweet nectar oozed from his slit occasionally, dripping into his soft, brown curly pubes. The smell of him thrilled me; it always did. Keith ran his fingers through my hair and traced little swirls with the tips of them across my cheek, around my ear and down my neck. Keith whispered "My turn Zebby." And kissing my way up his tum and chest, lay back down beside him. He turned to me, slid his hand so softly down to my hot, engorged cock, gripping it. Almost pleading, he whispered, "I want this in me Zebby. I want you to fuck me, please." I was conflicted. Fuck seemed such an aggressive word. He sensed my hesitation. "It's only a word Zebby, that's all. How else can I say it? It's OK Zebby, I promise. I found some baby oil. Now, how we gunna do this?' Well, as it turned out, how was easy. It just took a bit of planning to make sure we didn't spread too much oil on the bed. The thought of feeling Keith wrapped around my dick and squeezing it with his tight passage kept me steel hard and throbbing. We tried a different position, Keith lying on his back at the edge of the bed, legs raised giving me access to his twitching hole. Spreading his arse cheeks, I poured some oil into his hot-red passage. Oiled up, my cock shining in the moonlight, I slid between his smooth thighs, pushing the tip of my prong against his pucker. Letting my hips do the work, I used my weight to press into him. It took some time, but slowly, my dick head, squashing up as it did, began to disappear into my friend. He let out a series of ahhs and gasps and a loud gasp when the head popped into him. I held myself there before letting my weight do the work. With my arms supporting me, Keith's legs bent back on my shoulders, I began my slow descent into his fiery passage. I felt ridges slide over and past my knob, sucking on my shaft. Deeper I slid, plunging, carefully into his depths until I couldn't go further. Oh, fuck! I was in heaven! I could feel Keith's legs trembling. He had been cramped up for some time. I lay down on him. His legs slide off my shoulders and he wrapped them around my waist, joining his arms, locking us together in a loving embrace. I was ready to fuck my mate. Keith held me tight with arms, legs and his sensationally tight bum. Drawing my hips back, I began our dance of love, me pulling out, Keith clamping down. And so it went on. A rhythmical, incredible hot fucking. Once he had become used to my invasion, Keith began thrusting upwards to meet my penetrations. The oil did its work brilliantly. Perhaps too brilliantly as I felt liquid oozing out as I drew back. I was never going to last long. Not after the events of the day, and the thrill of sucking that perfect dick of Keith's. I let him know I was about to cum, and he groaned breathlessly "Do it fast Zebby! Do it fast!" I sped up, short jabbing fucks that began to push him across the bed. Every jab seemed to jolt his body. My balls drew tight and that incredible almost stinging, tingling feeling, let me know my jizz was on its way. I stifled a scream as I drenched his insides with my sticky juice. Over and over I shot. Once again I had that fainting feeling brought on by a head rush. The intensity was overwhelming. It wasn't until I had slowed to a series of dribbling spurts that I became aware, that Keith had spilt his sweet sperm between our tums. I relaxed, spent, lying on him, . We lay there, a gasping, panting sweaty mound. Worried I would squash my friend, I rolled him over on top of me. I was still very hard and jammed tight inside his arse. It took a long time before either of us could say anything sensible. We lay together a long time. Finally, the chill air cooled us down, making our decision to get up and clean ourselves. I had shrunk somewhat, enough to gently slip out of Keith. The mattress was lopsided, the sheet stained and we were a mess. Keith was leaking cum. So, somehow and without making too much extra mess, we made it to my bathroom. A shower was out, as that would make mum to suspicious. So between the two of us and basins of water, we managed to clean each other pretty well. The oil took a bit to clean up though. Keith spent some time on the bog, while I went back and remade the bed. I rotated the sheet so we had a clean side to sleep on. I had no idea how I would get three sheets clean without mum knowing. We lay there, me pressed against Keith's back, my arm wrapped around his chest, Keith tracing patterns with his fingers, playing with the short fine hairs on my arm. I was thinking of what he'd said earlier and it was as if he read my thoughts. "Can you surf Zebby?' I laughed, "Not really, I can sometimes stand up but usually end up just face-planting. I like the idea of it though and it's fun trying." "I've never done it. Who got you into it?" "My uncle. He's mad for it." "You've done a fair bit with your uncles then." "Yeah, they're like two dads to me. The older one is pretty strict but the younger one is a real laugh. He's fun." "Do you have any photos of your dad?" I thought about that but couldn't remember ever seeing any. "Nah." I simply said. "Oh. That's sad." We lapsed back into silence. I was nearly falling asleep when Keith jolted me awake. "What does Sonny look like?" I was too tired to try to explain so lent over him, switched on my bedside lamp and pulled out a photo album from my bedside cabinet. Flipping through it I showed him photos from a class camp we went on. "There he is" pointing out a sandy haired, smiling, cute looking boy. "Fuck, really! He looks so innocent! He must be what, 12 there." "Yep to both. Who knew eh." We flicked through the rest, he spotted Darryl and we chatted about him again. Naturally Keith knew most of the kids as we all went to the same high school. There were photos from years past and he recognised the same sports events we both went to. The last photo he stopped at was of Jess. Keith spent a fair while looking at it. As he shut the book he said, "I understand what you said about him being a brother, but what if he wanted to mess around again? Would you?" That took a lot of thought. "I don't know Keith. I would feel that I was stabbing you in the back. But I do like him and he is pretty cool and..I dunno." "So you would consider doing it." "No, don't know, maybe. How would you feel if I did that." "I'd feel great about it if I was with you too." "Eh!" My surprise was obvious. "Fuck it Zebby. I don't know how to explain this so I'm just gunna say it. I really do love you. As you said once, probably more than is good for us. But I don't care. I love being with you and doing stuff with you. And yeah, the sex is ace as well. Fucken ace actually! But Zebby, I guess I'm a bit jealous of Jess. I know I don't have to be or should, but I can't help it. I keep thinking I want what you had with him. Don't ask me to explain that, I can't. So there I've said it." "You've got more than Jess ever had. What ever happens in our lives, I'll always be there for you. You know that, eh." "Yeah, I do Zebby. But I want you and me to fuck Jess!" He held his breath waiting for me to do or say something. The idea was pretty exciting I had to admit. But would Jess go for it? Who knows. Keith exhaled loudly. "Well! Say something!" "So, a threesome with Jess. Is that what you're s suggesting then." "Yes. I guess I am. As I told you. I could only do that with someone I trust and I trust him. So do you, don't you!" "Yeah I do Keith. But we have to sort some shit out first." "Well, see you do, and soon!" and he hugged me. I switched off the light, dropped the album on the floor and we snuggled back up. "I'm gunna find just the right chick for you too Zebby. And I know who it'll be." "Go to sleep, Bonerboy." "Well, don't you want to know?" "I already do." "Who then?" "Fuck what is this, twenty questions? Go to sleep!" "Tell me who first!" "Emma!" "Oh, yeah. Least you're not arguing about it." "I'm too sleepy." "So, I guess another fuck's out of the question then?" "What? Really?" "No. I was just kidding. You've drained me and I'm a little tender. Tomorrow, only it's my turn." We let the night and its music drag us into a comfortable sleep.