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Chapter 39

"All this talk has made me really horny," Lionel said as he pushed back the covers and got out of bed to come across to my bed with his hard cock bobbing and bouncing in time to his movements. As he drew alongside my bed, I lifted my head and engulfed his cock swallowing it down as far as I could get it in. Lionel somehow managed to work his way onto my bed and position himself over me so that he could suck my cock and me his without pulling his cock out of my mouth. We had not wedged the door and so were running a bit of a risk but this was the first time we had had a decent opportunity to enjoy any of this sort of action in three months and so threw caution to the wind a bit. I guess though we were reasonably safe in that ma was very tired and we were keeping quiet as we had promised and so she was very unlikely to come to our room. Added to that, since Lionel had moved in with me, ma never just walked into my room but knocked and waited for the invitation to enter.
Both of us had not enjoyed an orgasm since before we had left school with our parents that morning and so our sixty-nine did not last that long before first Lionel and then I emptied our little white cells into each other's mouths.
After we had cum, Lionel rolled to the side and lay next to me with his head by my knees and his hand on my balls. I also was able to reach his balls with relative ease and so we fondled each other without actually doing the cocks for a while and slowly as we got over the post orgasm supersensitive stage we began to wank each other to another orgasm while we talked about the different things we had got up to or been made to get up in the hostels.

Lionel was quite envious of the way in which I had had an orgasm almost every day at the hand, mouth or bum of someone else and also had the pleasure of doing the same for Mark and John. Lionel explained that at his school the prefects also only had one skivvy as some of the fifth formers also got skivvies. This meant that if a fifth former went on to do his matric; he could have a skivvy for two years running. Whereas the sixth formers at my school did matric in one year and so would only have a skivvy for that one year. Lionel also told me that sometimes a fifth former going on to complete his matric would keep the same skivvy he had and so some boys would end up being a skivvy for two years.
"I wouldn't mind being a skivvy to John for two years." I said.
"From what you have told me, I wouldn't mind either, but I would not like to skivvy for the guy I am with for two years." Lionel said.
"In fact, I think that when this year is up and I stop being a skivvy, I am going to miss it. I quite enjoy cleaning and tidying John's room, doing it naked is an added bonus, and of course the rewards are really nice too. Sometimes because we have to go commando to get to his room in the morning and all the guys in the dorm know it, they do not say anything when they see me pulling my school shorts on without underwear and then if I don't have anything to undress for during the school day, I stay commando and most of the guys have not realised it." I admitted to Lionel.
"That's really cool. Sometimes some of the guys are forced to go commando to school and usually it happens on a day when they have some physical activity like PE or swimming and will have to get changed. All the borders know the story and so don't make a thing of it, but some of the day scholars really tried to take the piss out of the guys. But we soon put a stop to that by giving any day scholar who took the piss a hard wedgie. There is one guy who was particularly nasty about it and in the second last week of term we set upon him first thing in the morning and gave him a hanging wedgie leaving him attached to the door handle of the disabled loo. Not many people use the disabled loo and he hung there for all of the first period before someone went in and he called for help on hearing them. The guy who went to help him knew why this had happened because he is in the same hostel as us and so before he took him down off the door handle, he pulled his school shorts down and tapped the boy on his nuts and then he let him off the handle and left him with his sore nuts and his shorts around his ankles on full view to anyone else who might come in during the change over to the next period. Then at break we grabbed him again and this time we stripped him and tied a rope around his ball bag bringing both ends of the rope between his legs and up over his shoulders to cross over his chest and tie in the middle of his back so that he could not reach the knots with his hands and could not get the rope off either. We then dressed him again without his skants on so that he too was commando and only let him go just as the bell for end of break went. There was nothing he could do and when he sat at the desks the bending of his body pulled the rope up between his but cheeks and pulled against his balls forcing them under him so that he was basically sitting on his balls for the rest of the day until lunch time. When lunch time came we grabbed him again and took the rope off but cut the buttons out of his fly and undid some of the stitching on the inseam of his shorts so that he could not help but gape a bit when he sat down and show that he had no underwear on. He had to travel home in the car with his mother like that too; but he has not made a comment to commando guys since. We will have to see if he does anything in the next term." Lionel told me.

"Hey, I just had a thought. Why don't you suggest to all the guys that when one guy is forced to go commando you all do in solidarity with him and maybe make a week when you all go commando anyway. Perhaps the seniors will give up on it then and leave you alone on that side." I suggested.
"That might just work, or it might backfire with the seniors telling us that we have go commando permanently for the rest of the term." Lionel mused.
"That is not so terrible. I think wearing those horrible skants that are so uncomfortable is worse." I said giving a little chuckle.
"Ja, but you would because you are just a sex fiend and like everyone to see your boner pushing your shorts out." Lionel teased.
"I don't think that worries you that much. You would prefer me to go naked with my boner on show for you." I retaliated.
It was at this point in our conversation that it suddenly died as my orgasm built to near tipping point and Lionel fell silent to concentrate on the hand that was wanking me and I fell silent because my whole body was tensing up in preparation for going over the edge. The only thing that I did not let up on was wanking Lionel's cock and shortly after my body had begun to relax after spraying a weaker load out onto my stomach and chest Lionel's body began the movement towards the cliff and soon fell over to mark that lovely mocha skin with creamy spots of his delicious cum. Ignoring the cum on my body, I moved and began to lick at the spots on Lionel's tummy and when I started to suck at his pubes to get what had run down his cock into them, I got a few loose pubes in my mouth which I tried in vain to spit out and eventually had to ask Lionel to pull out from between my teeth.

With presenting my face to Lionel to de-pube, we were now lying facing the same way on the bed and we began to kiss once more investigating each other's mouth with our tongues and slowly pulling in closer and closer to each until we could slide our bodies against each other and more importantly rub our cocks against our lovers stomach. Naturally we were hard once more and heading towards our third orgasm since going to bed. That third orgasm took it out of us and we could no longer bear to have our cocks touching anything so we lay side by side on our backs holding hands.
"You know that thing about being shaved you were telling me about. What if we give it a try during the holidays? If we shave each other tomorrow and then let it grow again, we should have enough growth back after four weeks when we return to school for it not to be too noticeable." Lionel suggested.
"Are you sure you want to try it? I mean it is at my school that it might happen, not yours." I asked.
"Ja, but it will be sexy trying it." Lionel confirmed that he was in for it.
"OK, when we go for our shower tomorrow morning we shave and see what it is like." I agreed.
"At least then you shouldn't get any pubes that need to be picked out of your teeth." Lionel said amidst a low giggle. "Besides which I want to see what you looked like as a little boy." And he giggled some more.
"And I want to see if the skin under all that hair is the same colour or if it is white and you have only been acting as a goffel." I retorted.
"You wish you little honkie boy only because you know that us goffs knock the socks off you white boys when it comes to sex." Lionel retaliated and then laughed at me.
"If that is what you goffels want to lie to yourselves about that is ok. You know us white guys are better than the best you have." I said back.
"Right, we will see about that. Tomorrow I am going to fuck you so hard you will begging me to do it again even before I have finished the first time." Lionel challenged.
"And I will fuck you so sweetly you will think you have died and gone to heaven." I countered.
"What with this thing?" Lionel responded flicking my cock with his finger and making me jump as the tender head was inflicted with a sharp pain as his finger struck against it.
"That is all I need to make you sing so sweetly you will sound like a member of the Vienna Boys' Choir." I argued. "Now we had better get to sleep or ma will be wondering what we got up to or we are going to reduce this talk into a naked wrestle with too much noise to keep ma out." I warned.
Lionel agreed with me and with a final few minutes of kissing, Lionel returned to his own bed and in minutes we were both asleep.

In the morning we woke up a bit late and had to go and get our breakfast in before we had our showers and ma told us to be quick in the showers in order to get out to the clay pit where they were moulding the bricks. Ma suggested that I let Lionel go first so that he could go and see his ma before we left for the pit but we said that we were going to shower together and so this gave us a bit more time and time enough to do the shaving. We decided to leave the little hair we had in our pits for now and that which was showing on our lower legs because we didn't want to raise our parents' suspicions and so really only shaved from our navel down to just below our balls and our bums. Of course this left us hard and with no time to take care of it; but we soon softened as we dressed and went out with a total of four items of clothing on each – shorts, t shirt, and two shoes. No socks, no underpants but we were forced to add a fifth item when ma insisted we wear hats against the hot sun. Lionel made a quick dash over to the caravan to tell his ma that he was going out with us to clay pits and then was back already breaking into a sweat from the warmth of the day.
Ma had spoken with Oom Jakob and as we pulled out of the yard in the one bakkie, Oom Jakob and Willie pulled out of their yard in Oom Jakobs bakkie. Some might think it a bit of a waste to use two vehicles but Oom Jakob was going to go on to a different part of the farm once we had finished at the clay pits and so it was actually more economical to use two bakkies this time. Oom Jakob followed a little distance behind us so that our dust would have settled before he got to it.
When we arrived at the pit I was quite amazed at the transformation that had taken place. Before we had only used it to make a few bricks at a time and so there had not been much done but now a large area had been cleared and levelled off where the wet bricks were placed to dry before being fired. Nearby was a rather large pile of broken bricks that had not even made it to the firing and the other side of the kiln was another pile of broken bricks that had not made it through the firing.
"Alright Pieter, take a look and see if you can see what is going wrong because we are losing a lot of valuable time and clay here in these two piles." Ma said as she indicated the two stacks that I have already talked about.
Bearing in mind that since pa's death, these labourers who were working at the pit all looked on me as the big boss, with authority over everyone on the farm including ma and oom Jakob; it was important that I spend some time checking everything even though I had already seen what one of the problems was in my first glance. I went over to the pit first and watched silently for a while as the men trod the clay to work it into and even consistency. They would then use shovels to load it into buckets and these would be hoisted up out of the pit by others and carried to the moulders. After a while, without saying anything, I followed a bucket of clay over to the moulders and again watched in silence as they moulded the bricks. We did not have a machine so the older method of a wooden mould was being used. The moulder was standing at a table which had a pile of fine sand on it. He would take one of the moulds which simply was wood cut and fastened together to make a row of six bricks in one go. He would lightly dust the mould with some fine sand and then scooping clay out of the bucket would deftly throw a lump into the first hollow. Another lump of clay would then be thrown into the second hollow and so on until all six hollows had been filled. He would then use a tapper which was just another plank of wood with some handles on it to tap the clay into the moulds more firmly. Finally he had a length of piano, or cheese wire which was run across the top of the mould to cut off any excess clay that did not fit into the mould.
As soon as the wire came away from the moulding box, another worker would pick up the filled mould and carry it to the drying area. There he would make sure there was an even layer of dry straw onto which he would tip the mould over so that the open end was against the straw. He then used a knobkerrie[i] to tap against the bottom of the moulding box and lifting it would leave six bricks behind to start drying while he took the box back to the moulders to start all over again.
In all the operation had two treaders, two moulders, two to carry the full moulds and one to carry the buckets of clay. After watching the moulding I followed the box to the drying area and again stood quietly observing. Finally I wandered over to the kiln and looked at the bricks that had been stacked in it waiting to be fired and also looked at the broken bricks.

I called Dingaan the charge hand over and began to explain to him what the problems were. Firstly there were a lot of bits of straw getting mixed up in the clay as the wind blew it into the pit these were causing inconsistences in the clay. Secondly there were small pebbles causing the same problem in the clay and this was because they were not sifting the clay before wetting and treading it. I suggested that build a wind break with the broken bricks that would not work for the house but would be ok as a temporary wall to stop the straw blowing into the pit. Then I said that they had to make sure they used only clay that had been sifted with the fine sieve. I suggested that they would be better off if they all stopped moulding bricks with unsuitable clay and use the clay they had treaded out now as mortar to stick the bricks together to build the wind break. Then I said he should get another two labourers in to sift the dry clay while the others were building the wall. I also had them pull all the bricks out of the kiln and relay them with gaps to allow some air flow which would help to intensify the heat when the firing began and to make sure the gaps were filled with charcoal and not just grass and wood. I think some of them had been substituting wood for the charcoal so that they could take some home for their own fires.

I think that having taken a bit of leading role in the dorm at school had built my confidence and I found it quite easy to tell all these people who were a lot older than me what to do and also found it quite a power boost when they meekly went about doing as I had instructed without argument. Even oom Jakob accepted my instructions and told one of the labourers to go off and get two more guys.
I used a stick and scratched a line along the edge of the pit to show Dingaan where the wall needed to be built and in the meantime the guys had started carrying over the broken fired bricks because I had told them to use the fired ones first and finish off with the sun dried ones on top. I then went down into the pit and showed them how to set up the sieves so that one guy would do the first sieve which got out all the big debris and left only smaller stuff to be put against the finer sieve. This ensured the finer sieve would not become clogged with stuff and would not wear out as quickly. The useless clay was all bucketed out and lifted to the top of the pit to be used in building the wall.
There would be no bricks moulded for the next couple of days, but as they were losing nearly two thirds of the bricks they were moulding, this loss of production would soon be made up with a better quality brick at the end.

When I had finished, Oom Jakob moved over to his bakkie, but Willie came to me first and simply said, "You did good!" and then trotted over to join his dad in the bakkie going on to the next chore they had.
Once we were in the bakkie and heading back to the homestead ma said, "That was a pleasant surprise Pieter, your pa would have been very proud of you and I am too. You did that very well and look how all the labourers listened to you and did exactly as you told them to. And when the better bricks come out of the kiln, they will respect you even more."
"Ja, I couldn't believe it. Before you went to school you kind of let me lead, but now I think I have been usurped." Lionel said and his grin almost split his face.
"Tomorrow, when Stephan comes, I want him to take you back to the pit so that you can check on what they are doing and then the three of you can get on with other farm work that I have already discussed with Stephan." Ma said. "And for the rest of today, I suggest you guys get in the workshop and do some servicing on the plows as Oom Jakob will need them all soon as he begins preparing the fields for the next summer crop."
"Ok tannie, PP can show me what we need to do and we can get it done." Lionel accepted his and my orders for us.
"But before you do that you get changed into your work clothes, I don't want those good things messed up with oil and grease." Ma ordered.
I might be boss of the farm in the eyes of the labourers but ma was still boss of me in the house. Perhaps that was a good thing because it kept me from getting a big head and becoming a bit like Dawid had been.