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Chapter 46

Willie's borrowed magazines caused the usual rise in feelings and soon Lionel bent forward and engulfed my cock in his mouth as he began to give me a blow job. I moved my body to make it easier and more comfortable for him to get his head in my lap and this enabled me to run a hand down his back and over his bum; with a little bit of a stretch I was even able to reach between his legs and lightly stroke his ball bag. Running a finger back up his crack I lingered by his pucker and this elicited some groans around my cock. Those groans vibrated against my cock head and gave me such a sensation that I gave an involuntary shiver and it brought me closer to the edge. I turned the page in the magazine and there was a picture of two of the youngest looking porn stars I had seen in a sixty nine with beautifully smooth skin from the neck down. They must have been shaved by others because there was not a hair to be seen on either of their bodies apart from what was on their heads. Added to which their chins showed no blue of a beard and this helped to make them look younger than they actually would have been. Make up is a wonderful thing for telling lies. That picture brought a wave of horny emotion over me and with Lionel sucking so expertly there was nothing I could do to slow down or stop my orgasm save pulling out of Lionel's mouth and I am not sure even that would have stopped it. So with a pleasurable groan that sounded more like a shout I began to unload down Lionel's throat and then more into his mouth as he pulled up on my cock with his lips. Lionel continued to milk me for a while, but then I had to lift his head off my cock as I could not take the intensity of the feeling any longer. Knowing this was why I was stopping him from enjoying my cock, Lionel gave no resistance and I knew this was why I loved him. It had happened so naturally that it had to be the real thing.

I looked across at Willie and Johan who had a hold of each other's cocks and were gently stroking them and I knew they had enjoyed watching me get a blow job. I also knew they would enjoy watching Lionel get what he wanted and so I eased off the sofa and moved to the middle of the room getting down on my hands and knees on the rug. Lionel did not need any further instruction or invitation and moved across to me. Once more I felt his tongue on me as he started to lick along my crack and then lingered over my rose bud before pushing with force and getting the end of his tongue past my sphincter to probe those sensitive nerve endings around that area. Lionel did not spend too much time doing that though as his principle aim with that was to lube me up a bit before he positioned his lovely smooth cock where his tongue had been and entered me again. While Lionel did enjoy getting sucked dry, he much preferred to pump his load into my other end and this he did with some great skill considering he had not had that much practice at it. As his cock stretched my opening I could feel the friction from there not being that much lubrication and so was glad when I heard Willie attract Lionel's attention and then the word "catch". I felt Lionel wobble a little as he caught what Willie had thrown to him and shortly after that I felt the cold dribble as Lionel poured some oil down my crack to guide it to his cock. He made a few short strokes as he dribbled a bit more oil down and obviously was using the short strokes to spread the oil over his cock and my hole. I heard the click as he closed the cap, and then the dull thud as the bottle hit the rug beside us. His hands clasped my hips and he pushed in all the way until his balls were hanging behind mine and the last bit of his inward thrust had allowed them to swing and gently knock into my balls. I lowered my shoulders to give him better access to my bum and Lionel began to slowly withdraw and just as slowly push back in working his cock against my prostate as much as he could while he long-dicked me. I had folded my arms in front of me and had my head resting on my arms turned sideways so that I could see Willie and Johan while Lionel fucked me.

It did not take either of the two older boys long to decided that they wanted a bit of what we had and Johan moved off the chair they had been sharing and eased his body onto the floor on his back raising his legs into the air where Willie grabbed his feet and pushed back on them helping to force Johan's knees towards his shoulders and curve his back so that his bum was lifted further off the floor and more within reach by Willie. The bottle of baby oil lay between us and Willie reached for it. I could see him dribble some onto Johan's pucker which he began to massage with his finger until he was able to push the finger in and begin to finger fuck Johan. It was Johan who told him to add a second finger and not long after that Willie added a third which did cause Johan to wince a bit, but then he relaxed again and Willie was soon pumping those three fingers in and out easily. With that he brought his fat five and half inches up slid them inside Johan who winced once more and I guess clamped down with his bum because Willie sort of stopped sliding in and his cock bent a little. Willie kept the pressure on, though, and a few moments later his cock began to slide in some more as Johan relaxed once more. During this time, Lionel had maintained a slow and steady motion and he continued like that for quite a bit longer. The constant pressure on my prostate was causing a string of pre-cum to hang from my cock tip and I was sure it would soon hit the floor. I was wondering if it would be noticeable to Oom Jakob when he got home when Lionel's hand came round and grabbed my cock as he shortened his strokes to enable him to bend over me and reach my cock. And yes it was hard again even though I had cum less than twenty minutes beforehand. But hey! I was still a young teen and didn't know that we are not supposed to be able to get hard again so quick. Not that knowing this supposed fact makes a hell of a lot of difference because even now as I write this story for you I can still get hard within half an hour of shooting my load into someone. Of course I won't be a teen for that much longer, but I am still that teen and I hope that when the teen drops from my age nothing else will drop. Believe me when I say that none of those thoughts entered my head at the time and I did not even think about how I could be so hard so soon after an orgasm. What I knew was that my lover was fucking me and now had his hand around my cock and was stroking that as gently as he was fucking me and it was very nice. But of course nature has a way of taking control and after a good while of the steady long dicking and about an equal amount of time of short dicking while he stroked my cock as well, Lionel began to speed up and soon let go of my cock in favour of holding my hips again so that he could pump that beautiful cock of his with a bit more control and pull me in to him as he pushed into me giving him the deepest penetration he could get in this position. His strokes speeded up. The rate at which his balls bashed into mine speeded up and the force with which those balls hit mine increased. Lionel's breathing also speeded up and soon he was moaning and groaning and pumping and thumping and with a call he slammed hard into me pushing my head down onto my arms and he held me there as he began to shoot his spunk into its home. I felt those first few spasms and then he began to pump again to keep the orgasm going as long as he could manage to stand it. With a final shove and shudder Lionel buried his cock back in my bum and held it there as he lowered his body onto mine to rest a bit while we watched Willie finish his fuck with Johan. While Willie was fucking Johan, Johan put his fist under his cock and held it against Willie's stomach so that he was getting masturbated at the same time. That coupled with the massage his prostate was getting was enough to bring Johan off a short while before Willie went wild for the last few seconds and pumped his load into Johan's backside.

We stayed like that for a few minutes and then Willie suggested we hit the showers again. We all agreed and picking up our shorts and the magazines we carried them back to Willie's bedroom where the magazines were carefully stowed away and our shorts continued with us to the bathroom where we showered taking it in turns to be under the water or soaping our partner up. We got out of the shower and stood around for a little bit to get the bulk of the drips off before picking our shorts up, without drying, and moving back to the lounge where we sat down again and this time just spent a short while chatting about anything that came to mind as we waited for Oom Jakob to get back home from work. When we heard the bakkie's engine we pulled our shorts on and moved out to the veranda to greet him. Before the bakkie had stopped, there was a noise behind us and Simbinyoni appeared with a tray with five beers, five glasses and a jug of ice cold water on it which he put down on the table on the veranda. As Simbinyoni straightened up from placing the tray on the table Oom Jakob thanked him as he walked from the bakkie to the veranda and Simbinyoni moved away back to the kitchen where he would begin to prepare our dinner. We realised that he must have already been in the house before we had put our shorts back on and we wondered just how much he had seen of us. Of course we would never know. The black people of Southern Africa can be very discreet when they think it is in their best interests to be so. For Simbinyoni discretion on this subject was definitely in his best interest as he could lose his job if any indiscretion was discovered and taken to be a lie rather than the truth it was.

We sat with Oom Jakob while we all had a quick glass of cold water and then took longer to drink our cold beers. We felt very privileged to be allowed to drink a beer again and as we drank we chatted with Oom Jakob and asked him what he had done that day and how it had gone. Oom Jakob's questions about our day and what we had done were fended off quite well by Johan and Willie leaving Lionel and I little chance to add anything. It did mean that no faux pas were made and no inadvertent admissions given to the things we had got up to. I am sure that Oom Jakob had some ideas about this, but he did not let on. When he had finished his beer, he went off to shower and said that as it was just us men for dinner we did not need to dress and could just stay in our shorts to eat. This was something that none of us bar maybe Willie were ever allowed, so it was a bit exciting. We were going to be eating a meal with only one solitary item of clothing on. I think that Oom Jakob would have suggested we lose that item also if he knew that there was absolutely no chance of news of it getting back to parents. Oom Jakob came out of the shower dressed as we were and I was pretty sure that he was as commando as we were too. This was proved correct when he sat down and spread his legs as men do giving some of us a view up the leg of his shorts to his large package all covered in a thick bush of black hair. I knew what I could see there intimately and also knew that I was now too well developed for his tastes and this was enough to stop me from getting an erection as I looked. Johan, on the other hand got randy just looking at things that looked like cocks let alone the real thing and so he soon was tenting his shorts and with no underwear to hold it down and no T shirt to go over the top, he could not hide his arousal. I saw Oom Jakob look at the tent and when he noticed that I had seen him looking at it, he just smiled and made the universal jerking symbol with his hand. It took me all I could muster to not burst out laughing.

With supper came another round of beers and a visitor. We were sitting on the veranda still each with a plate of food in our laps and a beer on the table beside us when ma arrived. She had walked over to let us know that she wanted me to go with her to visit the clay pits the next morning and told the others that they could come with as well if they wanted. She then relieved me by saying that she had some work to do in the office first and would pick me up at about ten. So we could have a bit of a lie in again as well as get in some breakfast before ma came for me and the others because I was fairly sure they would want to go along for the ride if nothing else. Johan would also be going home at the end of the day once Stephan had finished his work for the day. Ma stayed long enough to have a glass of wine with us all and then the four of us walked her home before returning to our tent. Oom Jakob had said good night to us before we left with ma and given us a strict admonition to come straight back and close the gate once we were in. After that we had the same rule as the night before and the same warning not to make noise that would wake Oom Jakob up. He also advised us that as we would be going out early the next day, we should be careful not to stay up too late to make sure we got enough sleep as we were probably already a little short on sleep from the night before.

We were still shirtless when we left with ma to see her safely home and once we had said good night to her and also Lionel's parents who were sitting outside their caravan to enjoy the peaceful cool of the evening we set off on the short walk back to Willie's house. We closed the gate to our garden behind us and started off down the track between the two houses. We had only got about twenty yards along the road when Johan said he dared me to go the rest of the way naked. I said I would if he would and the upshot of the whole thing was that all of us would lose our shorts and not put them back on until morning. So we took them off and carried them in our hands for the rest of the walk back to the tent. If anyone saw us, there was no mention made of it and we believe that we accomplished that completely undetected. As we approached the tent we saw that the table and four chairs from the veranda were now outside our tent and another four beers were sitting on the table. Oom Jakob was either being kind or was intentionally trying to get us under the influence for some hidden purpose of his. However, three beers each did get a buzz going with us, but we had consumed them over a period of some hours and so we were not drunk or out of control or awareness of what was going on. We did giggle at things a bit more easily but that was about it. We sat out at the table naked drinking the beers down and talking a load of rubbish about nonsensical topics as young teens do and then headed off towards the shrubbery to lose some of the beer we had consumed. After that we got into the tent to get on with some night time activity.