It Happened So ...

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Chapter 66

I am guessing that the look on my face along with crimson blush that accompanied my expression confirmed to ma what she wanted to talk about, but I rather think she was fairly sure anyway before she sprung the surprise on me. The shock got my tongue and I just sat there, probably with an open mouth looking at ma.
"It's ok Pieter, I know you have been having some naked fun with Lionel, it might just be a passing phase in your puberty, or it might be that you are gay. It does not matter to me because I love you whatever way you are and go and I will always love you as would your pa have done. When you were little we talked about the possibility that you might be gay and both of us agreed that it would not make any difference to the way we feel about you and if that is what you wanted in your life then we would stand beside you and support you even though it is considered illegal in this country." Ma said and then paused.
I think my mouth was opening and closing like a fish because ma smiled first and then could not stop a little giggle. Reaching over to me she pulled me into a hug and said, "I do love you Pieter, and I am very proud of you. The school told me that you were the first person ever to receive a one hundred percent vote to be taken on as a scorer for the first team. Your half term report says that in addition to doing well with your lessons and the sports that you are playing you are showing strong leadership skills in your dormitory and your dorm prefect has given you high praise before the hostel master. The only sad thing I have is that my lovely little boy is growing into a handsome man and soon I will not have a little boy anymore."

Ma let go of the hug she had me in and as I pulled back a little bit, I looked into her eyes and could see nothing but her love for me. "I like Lionel very much ma and I don't want him to move out of my room when their house is ready." I told her.
"Oh, I think it is more than like, but perhaps you are a little young to see that yet. Lionel will have to move his stuff into the Durrant's house when it is finished because he is still part of that family. Now I have been chatting with his parents and they feel the same way as I do. So we will make a deal with the two of you. Half the time you sleep with Lionel in his house and half the time he sleeps with you in our house, but if there is any drop in the standard of your school work, or in the work you do for me here on the farm that privilege will be reduced or even taken away altogether."
"Thank you ma!" I almost shouted in my excitement as I moved forward to hug her this time.
"Pieter there is more. You know that it is illegal to do what you two are doing. Because of that I wish I could order you to stop it, but I know what it is like to be going through puberty and sex comes up in almost everything, so you must be very careful and only do what you do with Lionel in private and also with no one else. I don't want to hear it or see it. No holding hands as you go around on the farm even. Nobody else must get to know of this or there is a grave risk of you going to jail; and I don't think I could bear the thought of what might happen to you if that were to be the case." Ma said very gravely.
I wondered what she would think if she knew of the things that were going on at school. Well she would just have to be kept in ignorance of that as there was not much I could now do to stop it.
I found that I was without words. I could not think of anything to say to ma or to ask her; not even to change the subject. I just sat there in silence and ma left me in silence as she held onto me with her arm around my shoulders. Every so often she would give my shoulder a little squeeze or rub the upper part of arm where hand was resting. How long did we sit there? Long enough for the half cup of coffee I had not drunk to get cold and form that skin over it.

Ma broke the silence with a pat on my shoulder and "Come on then, we need to re-arrange your room. But don't tell Lionel, let it be a surprise for him when you guys go to bed tonight."
Ma stood up, and I followed her not knowing what all she was getting on about with my room. When we got to it, ma said to move the table and rug from between the beds first and then we could push the bed that was against the wall over to the other one and put the table on the outside of that bed. Then the penny dropped and I realised ma was in essence turning our two single beds into one double bed. You would have thought that this was quite a simple task that would only take a few minutes to complete, but in addition to the bedside table to move, there was the lamp that stood on it and the wiring for the lamp to be sorted out so that it reached the new position safely; plus there was the rug on the floor between the two beds which needed to be pulled out from under the legs of both beds and then fitted into the space between the bed and the wall which again required lifting the bed and getting the rug under the feet of the bed. That manoeuvre sounds easy enough until you realise that the place where you need to stand to pick the bed up is exactly where the rug had to go too. Our attempts to achieve this were unsuccessful until we moved the bed out of the way altogether and laid the rug down flat and then carried the bed back over the rug.

At the time I did not realise how liberal ma and Lionel's parents were being. But now looking back with more knowledge and maturity what they were tacitly encouraging was virtually unheard of in apartheid ruled South Africa at the time. Firstly we were the same gender and secondly Lionel's skin was different colour to mine. Both big no no's at the time. Perhaps if we had been living in a city with a greater risk of discovery they might not have been so willing and accepting. Maybe they secretly hoped that by allowing it now we would soon grow out of it and move on to heterosexual relationships instead. I do know that ma regrets that she will not have grandchildren, but she does not hold that against me.

After sorting the room out, ma and I got into the bakkie (with me driving because ma wanted to see how well I could handle a vehicle) and we went off down to the brick field to have a look at how things were going there. Being Saturday afternoon the brick fields were quiet with just the fire boy making sure the kiln kept burning. The wall at the top of the clay pit had grown a bit with some more reject bricks, but not that much and there will always be some rejects when making bricks in the way we were. There was smoke rising from the kiln so I knew another batch of bricks were being fired and there were several long rows of good looking bricks drying in the sun on their bed of straw. Ma explained that since we had got the brick works going better she had decided to make more bricks and store them as she wanted to build some store rooms and also begin to build the workers some nicer houses. The workers did not know that they were making bricks towards their own accommodation and also the houses would be built for the workers in order of seniority which meant that some of them would be waiting quite a few years yet before they saw a brick moulded by them going into their own dwelling; but when they did learn that it was ma's intention to provide every worker's family with a brick house with running water it would boost the moral tremendously. When ma said that we would also have to find another source of clay I suggested that when the dry season came and the dams dried up a bit we should dredge the clay silt out of the dams and from their shorelines. This would also give the dams a greater capacity which would mean we start the dry season with more water than before.

We toured a bit more of the farm after the brick works and ma explained some of the plans that she had for the farm as we went along. The sun was beginning to set before we got back to the house and I learned that it was not as easy to drive in the half light of dusk. Ma said that she would give me some night driving lessons before I went back to school again.
Phineas had left the casserole we were to have for dinner simmering on the stove along with some boiled potatoes and fresh green veg from our garden as he had finished his work before we got home. Ma checked on the food and then told me to get my shower in and once I had finished we would eat our dinner.
As I stepped under the spray of the shower, I felt quite strange until I realised this was the first time in a long time that I was showering alone. At school there are always at least three of you in the shower room together and more often the whole dorm would be in there together. Since I had got home from school I had had Lionel in the shower with me each time. Although I was horny, I resisted the urge to spank the monkey saving myself for when Lionel and I would be together in the room. I did spend a bit more time on washing my cock and balls as well as my bum to make sure I was as clean as I could get myself to be ready for Lionel and whatever we got up to after we entered the privacy of our room.

As I started eating I realised that our casserole was a venison one because you can't mistake the taste of good venison and asked ma where the meat had come from. She said that it was some she had in the freezer from Oom Jakob's last hunt. "And next year Hennie will teach you and Lionel to hunt so that you can make sure we stay stocked." Ma added.
I have to admit that this bit of news was received with mixed feelings as I enjoyed the taste of venison and remembered with pride the animals pa brought back from his hunts, but I was not sure I wanted to be the one doing the actual killing of the animals But I was not going to say anything about that yet as I needed time to think about it and come to a firm decision first.
The rest of our meal was eaten with just light conversation between us and I must admit that ma did more of the talking than I did. My mind was in a bit of a turmoil with all the revelations that had been presented to me and I did not really know what to focus my mind onto first.
We finished our meal and ma suggested we have drinks on the veranda and said I could have a beer and she would have a glass of wine. I realised that this was not just an offer but an instruction to pour them and take the drinks out to the veranda.
We sat out there and spent most of the time it took to finish our drinks in silence as thoughts whirled about in my head and I am guessing they were doing much the same in ma's head too.
About ten minutes after she had finished her wine ma announced that she was going to bed but she thought I might want to stay up a bit longer and wait for Lionel to come across from his parents. I think ma must have made an arrangement with Hennie or Moira because her bedroom looks out onto the spot where the caravan is parked and they would have seen her light come on and know that ma had gone to bed and so could let Lionel loose to come over to me because it was only a few minutes later that he arrived at the foot of the steps leading up to our veranda and quietly walked up the steps to come and sit beside me.

"Did your ma talk to you about the same thing my folks talked to me about?" Lionel asked by way of greeting.
"I think so. They have definitely talked together about what ma talked to me about." I replied, not too sure just how to bring the actual subject into the conversation.
"And did your ma say she was ok with us?" Lionel asked.
"Ja, she said she loves me no matter what way I am." I answered.
"That's what my parents told me too. It's a bit weird knowing they know what we are doing in the bedroom." Lionel said.
"And that is where my ma says it has got to stay. We are not allowed to show any signs outside of the bedroom. She is scared we will get sent to prison if we do." I told Lionel.
"Ja, I think they planned our talks together because I seem to have been told exactly the same stuff too." Lionel confirmed, as he moved closer to me and then whispered in my ear, "They know we are going to do something tonight and so let's not disappoint them. Shall we go to your room?"
"Ja, come on then." I responded and stood up and only then realised that I had an erection as my shorts pulled tight against my tent pole. I didn't try to adjust anything and just walked like that through the house to our room. We closed the door tight and then Lionel noticed the changes that been made while I moved over to draw the curtains. "I need to have a pee." I said and left the room while Lionel stood there with his mouth open and no sounds coming out from it.
When I got back to the room, Lionel was sitting on the bed. He was naked and had pulled the covers of both beds back. His cock was ramrod straight pointing to the ceiling and he had a grin on his face.
"Like the changes?" I asked.
"Ja." Was all I got in response.

I quickly divested myself of the two items of clothing I had on and moved over to climb onto the bed next to Lionel. No one had taught us to but it happened so naturally that the first thing we did was to face each other and then draw in close till our lips met in a kiss that quickly developed into a snog and our hands began to roam over each other's body as our tongues worked inside our lover's mouth.
Lionel broke the kiss and moved down to lick my nipple while my hand found his hard cock and began to pump it slowly and gently Really I was feeling his cock more than wanking it and learning that he had bumps and ridges just under the skin that I had not taken notice of before.
Lionel brought a hand up and pushed against my shoulder so that I would lie down on my back and as I moved downwards so did his mouth sliding from my nipple down to my navel and ending with the tip of my cock against his tongue. A few licks later he sucked the head into his mouth and with his lips wrapped around his teeth he clamped down on my cock while he moved himself to put us into a sixty-nine position. He did not need to tell me what he wanted and I rolled onto my side so that we could both lie on our sides and suck away at our cream fountains.

We had been sucking for only a few minutes when Lionel pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "I don't want to cum yet. Let's talk a bit."