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Chapter 38

When we arrived at the farm I saw that the Durrant's house was now under construction but the walls were only to windowsill level and so knew that Lionel would be spending at least these holidays in my room and sharing my bed at times too. This got my cock hardening and I was raring to see him and talk about our new experiences because I wanted to know what happened at his school. Sadly his ma had not yet got home with him and so I had to wait. While I waited I unpacked my trunk and sorted my room out a bit making sure that Lionel had enough space for his stuff too. I had been fiddling about with things in my room for nearly an hour when I realised that with each action I took, I was taking Lionel's needs into account as well. Suddenly I was missing him so much it ached and I flopped onto my bed wondering what was going on that I felt like that because I had never felt like this before.
I had been lying on my bed only for a few minutes when I heard the sound of the bakkie and realised that it might Lionel, and hoped that it was not Oom Jakob instead. I jumped up from my bed and dashed through the house to where I could see the vehicle as it turned into our yard and that way I would know if it was Lionel or Oom Jakob. Funnily enough, I had not thought that it might Lionel's pa coming in from the fields or something and so my poor little heart sank when I saw that it was indeed Hennie. I was about to wander back to my room when I heard the sound of a second vehicle and moved back to the window. This time I was pleased to see Lionel's ma at the wheel with Lionel sitting beside her. As the car went around the back of the house I dashed along and out the kitchen door only to come to a screeching halt when I saw Hennie striding towards the slowing bakkie and clearly getting ready to greet his son. Of course Lionel would have to see his pa first and stay with him for a bit before he could come and talk to me and so I stayed rooted to the spot. Lionel saw me as the car drew to a halt and waved but as he stepped out of the car it was into his father's waiting arms and his pa scooped him off the ground in a huge loving hug of a greeting and carried him around to where he could also greet his wife while still holding his son in the air.
Seeing that reminded me that I did not have a pa to show me that same love and care and I knew that I had to get somewhere private before I showed my true emotions to those I would rather not see them. I turned and dashed back inside the house and made a bee line to my room where once again I threw myself onto my bed and began to weep. It took me a few minutes to get myself back under control and I headed off to the bathroom and washed the tears from my face and then returned to my room to wait for when Lionel would come to bring his stuff in. That wait seemed to last for ever but in reality could not have been more than hour because it was still daylight when Lionel let his presence be known by loudly commanding Phineas to put his trunk in my room. Later Lionel told me that he had made the noise in case I was having a wank and that would forewarn me to get covered up in time before someone saw me. I asked why he would think I was having a wank and not waiting for him to come and share that pleasure with me. Lionel pretended to take umbrage at that and said that as I was a teenager with raging hormones I must need to jerk off many times a day and so there was no need to wait for him as I would be ready whenever he was ready too. I really could not refute that and so did not even try.

I helped Lionel to unpack his trunk and get his things put away and then we went out to our tree where we could talk without fear of being overheard provided we spoke in low voices. Occasionally our laughter would give our place away, but then no one was really trying to find us so that did not matter. At least our conversation was secret.
"I've missed you, you know. Having someone else suck your cock is not the same as when you do it and I don't really know why, but I can't wait for us to do it in bed tonight." Lionel admitted to me.
"I also have missed you and came out to see when you got home, but then realised that your pa has to come first and so I went back inside." I told him.
"Ja, I guessed you had, and pa kept me for so long. I would much rather have come over to see you sooner, but I couldn't get away."
"Perhaps it was better that you didn't. When I saw your pa pick you up and the joy on his face at seeing you, I knew that I would never have that and it upset me so I had to stay in my room for a bit and would not have been nice to talk to right then anyway."
"Fuck, PP, I'm sorry. We did not mean to upset you, but I was happy to see my pa too. I'm sorry I never thought about how you might feel seeing that."
"No! You did nothing wrong. It is just something I have got to get used to and come to terms with."
"Ja. But we also need to be sensitive and maybe not make such a show in front of you so soon after losing your pa."
This talk had got my eyes watering and Lionel could see the shine of the tears as they edged out the corners of my eyes. Reaching over he drew me into a hug and as his arms wrapped around my back his lips rested on mine and we kissed. Really kissed for the first time with our tongues meeting as our lips parted and then making little forays into each other's mouths. Gradually I became aware of a change coming over me seemingly rolling down from head to my shoulders and on down my body. I got this great sense of well-being and peace as I rested in the embracing and comforting arms of Lionel and we kissed. I still did not recognise it for what it was, but I liked it all the same. How long we stayed like that I will never know, but our cuddle was to be torn apart by ma calling me to dinner and only then did I realise that the sun had started setting and it was getting dark. We pulled apart giving and receiving a little barrage of pecks before climbing down and heading to the house. I was slipping my tackies off at the back door with Lionel standing next to me when his ma called him to go and eat with them in the caravan. Lionel put his hand on my shoulder and said he would see me later and we parted once more.

As ma and I sat down to our dinner, just the two of us, I thought that Willie and Oom Jakob must have sat down to dinner many times as just the two of them. Then I knew from the pangs of guilt I felt how Lionel must have felt earlier when he blamed himself for me getting upset. I had never thought of Willie's need for a mother to make up the family group and now that I knew from my own needs I felt guilty for not caring enough to think of that. I resolved to apologise to Willie the next time I saw him. Ma and I chatted as we ate and she filled me in on what had been going on, on the farm while I had been away. Ma spoke with me at the same level as if I was an adult and this made me feel so proud. She said the brick moulding was going well but the firing of them was not doing too well as they were losing too many bricks to breakages in the heat. Having just done some clay modelling and firing in the art class at school I mentioned to ma that with the clay we had to make sure that all the air bubbles were out of it and that it was of a consistent mix or else it cracked or worse in the kiln.
"Mmm, that might be it. Maybe they have not trodden the mix properly and are moulding the bricks too early." Ma mused. "I will talk to Jakobus about that tomorrow and see if they are doing it right."
"Maybe Lionel and I could come with you and see if we can pick up on anything that we have learnt in art class. If Lionel has done anything like that yet." I suggested.
"Of course you can come; you can even try your hand at treading the clay if you like." Ma agreed.

We had only just finished washing the dishes when Lionel made his presence known to us and said that his ma and pa were going to bed early because they had had an earlier start than normal and he had been sent over here to go to bed too.
"Good, then I can get to bed a bit earlier too as I am also quite tired. Let's have a drink and then I can go and use the bathroom and once I am done you two can do your teeth and get ready for bed after me." Ma said.
"Ok tannie, we will just go and get our things ready while you use the bathroom and then we do our teeth; and we will keep quiet too." Lionel told ma
"Thank you Lionel, I will appreciate your keeping the noise down so that it does not disturb me." Ma told Lionel.
Once we had finished our drinks and were in our room, Lionel said, "Your ma might be asleep a bit earlier, but the way my ma and pa were carrying on during dinner they will be in bed but will not be asleep that early. I reckon that caravan is going to be rocking a bit tonight if it is not already rocking." And we both giggled a little and quickly stopped it in case ma heard and wanted to know what we were getting up to that would make us giggle like that.
While we waited for ma to tell us she was finished in the bathroom, we both stripped off and took the opportunity to take a good look at each other's body and remark on the development that had occurred during the term we had been apart. Both of us agreed that we had not realised there had been as much development in ourselves as there actually had been, but not having seen the other for those three months we were able to notice it in each other. We pulled on a pair of sleeping shorts each to wear to the bathroom after ma had finished and then sat down on our beds to wait for ma to finish.
We heard the bathroom door open and a few moments later ma knocked on our bedroom door and when we had said it was ok she came in to say goodnight to us after giving each of us a little squeeze and a hug. Ma left and we soon heard the door of her bedroom close. This we took as our signal and we slipped off down the passage to the bathroom and completed our ablutions there before returning to the room and losing our shorts.
Each of us climbed into our own beds, naked and we lay there with just the little bedside light on the table between our two beds on. Like that we chatted for a while giving ma a chance to get to sleep before we started on our own fun.

"We have to skivvy for the prefects and sixth formers at our school; do you do anything like that?" I asked Lionel.
"Ja, we also have to be the servants for the seniors. Each of us first years have been allocated to a particular senior and have to do whatever they tell us to do and that really is whatever!" Lionel replied.
"Sounds a bit like our school then. We have to do our skivvying in the nude unless the duty we are performing takes us out of our master's room. My friend who sleeps in the bed next to me and I are both skivvy to our dorm prefect which is quite nice because we are on the same floor as his room. But we have to arrive without underpants on and then once we are in his room we have to strip naked and do whatever he wants in the nude." I explained.
"Not all of the skivvies do it in the nude at our school, but I am one that has to be naked for my senior." Lionel admitted.
"Does he do anything with or to you?" I asked.
"Yeah, every night I have to either wank him or blow him, whichever he chooses and sometimes I have to let him play with me too. A couple of times I have had to blow one of his friends who was visiting in the room when I was doing my chores." Lionel explained.
I went on to describe to him how Mark was a bit inexperienced and so John and I were teaching him some things and in that process I had been fucked by both John and Mark and also had fucked both of them. I also talked about John's desire to have us smooth and what I had suggested to John on that score.
We chatted on along the same lines telling each other about our experiences and whether or not we liked them.