It Happened So ...

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Chapter 67

"Did your ma tell you that half the time you can stay in my room with me and half the time I can stay in your room with you when our house is finished?" Lionel asked as he roamed his fingers over my body. We were still lying in a sixty nine position which allowed Lionel to reach from my neck to half way between my knees and my feet and gave me much the same stretch of Lionel to fondle and feel while we talked.
"Ja, but she warned that if our work gets bad either at school or here on the farm then that might be stopped." I responded.
"What do you think about them knowing we are doing sexual stuff with each other?" Lionel asked.
"I don't know. I was kind of embarrassed and shocked at first, but then I thought that if they know already then there is not much we can do about it. How do you feel?" I replied. As I asked the last part my fingers lightly pinched his nipple and then while I was holding it in finger and thumb I slid another finger to rub over the top of it and this caused Lionel to shudder slightly.
"I think it is pretty much the same as you. At first I was shit scared they were going to stop us seeing each other which was silly because it would be nearly impossible to do that on the farm with us being next door to each other. Then when they said they understood how I was feeling and could see how much we liked each other I think I was even more shocked. Maybe they like the idea of me going with a honkie boy to show him who is boss." Lionel said ending with a huge grin on his face as his hand cupped my balls and he gave a little squeeze to show me just how vulnerable I was at that moment.
Of course it didn't really matter to me if he was boss or if I was boss just so long as we were happy together and could carry on doing just what we were doing now. Having some foreplay as a bit of fun and lead up to at least one of us entering the others bum for a fuck.
Letting go of my balls, Lionel pressed under my balls and I automatically lifted my leg so that he could gain access there. He spent some time lightly tickling my perineum and making occasional passes over my bum cheeks which I could feel were making those very light hairs on my bum stand on end.
We continued to caress each other while we talked some more and then Lionel pushed his head between my legs and began to lick my perineum and along the seam to my crack. When his tongue hit my rose bud I groaned in ecstasy and squirmed with the feeling lifting my leg higher so that he could get better access to where he was giving me such tremendously good feelings. Naturally this ended our conversation and I swooped back down on his cock sucking it into my mouth while my hand found his balls and began to roll them around in my fingers. Although he was only one day older than me, his balls and cock were still bigger than mine and his general pubic development was clearly ahead of mine and yet I did not feel jealous or even envious. I was content with what I had to date and was happy for Lionel that he had that little bit more than me. Although I had done some catching up and the size difference was not as much as it had been when we first met.

Lionel's patience came to an end and he moved around so that he could shove a finger up my bum and follow this a little later with a second finger and finally a third before he fed his cock into the cum sucking chute. At first it was a bit painful as he had only used his spit for lube but as my bum coated his cock with my home grown mucous, it became easier and then as he got deeper penetration he began to hit my prostrate and glide on over it when he bottomed out and his balls squeezed against mine. We had had quite a bit of foreplay while we talked things over and having not had any sort of release since we left the dams before lunch the inevitable result was that Lionel was not going to last that long before he began to cream my bum. However, with the stimulation he was giving my prostate and the same set of circumstances that fed my horniness, neither was I and I did not have my cock up a bum or in a hand or mouth.
Lionel had moved behind me to enter me and now he spooned even more into me as he continued to use his cock to massage my prostate. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck and his erect nipples rubbing on my back; then he began to nibble gently at my neck and shoulder never faltering in his steady pumping at my bum. I could feel my cum getting near but didn't say anything because I did not want to spoil it for Lionel, but I think the tensing in my body told him I was getting near and he reached around and placed his hand on my cock, stroking it in the same time as his movements in and out of me. It only took a few strokes to bring in a stifled cry to orgasm and I began to shoot my cum out over the bed sheets. The spasming in my bum to assist my orgasm also assisted to hasten Lionel's and before I stopped pumping cum, he started to fill me up. His pumping onto my prostate lengthened the time I spent cumming too which helped to increase the pleasure of his cum for Lionel.

We lay like that for several minutes with Lionel still holding my cock but not moving his hand and my cock got soft in his fingers but he continued to just hold me. Unfortunately I did not have the same control of my sphincter muscles and as a result the peristaltic action of my chute forced his cock out as his cock softened. He reached for a tissue which he used to wipe his cock down with and then he climbed over me to lie on his bed, in my cum, facing me. Although we were each on our own beds, we were so close together that when we both breathed in at the same time and our tummies expanded with our lungs they touched and drew apart again as we expelled the air from our lungs. Our faces were that close together that we were breathing in the air the other exhaled and we didn't mind. Again it happened so naturally without conscious thought that our heads drew even closer together and lips and tongues met with each other as we kissed once more. Our arms went over the other's body and rubbed his back and bum. Our cocks hardened again and pressed against each other and our lips locked in a kiss of true passion. We did not need anyone to teach us this. We did not need to see any pictures or read any books; it just happened so.

Our kiss came to a natural end and I asked, "Lionel, did it feel the same for you? I mean did what we did now feel different to what it feels like when you have to do it at school with the prefect or whoever?"
"Oh yeah. I mean I don't usually get to do what I have just done to you at school but the few times I did it felt way different. Tonight was special. It was so much nicer, so much better. And I didn't just want to fuck and cum and be done with it. I wanted to use it to give you pleasure; to make you feel good." Lionel answered.
"That's exactly how I felt and feel. It didn't matter that I didn't get to fuck you. I will someday, but probably not tonight and that doesn't matter. My orgasm was so much better than those that even John and Mark can give me and that was not the main thing, but to give you pleasure; to make you happy. That is what I wanted the most." I concurred.
Lionel responded by pulling me in closer so that our bodies touched down our full lengths with our hard ons sandwiched comfortably and pleasurably between us. As he nuzzled his face into my neck I asked, "When I told ma that I liked you very much and didn't want you to leave my room when your house is built she said, `I think it is more than like'. What do you think she meant by that?"
"I think it is what my ma asked me. She asked me if I was in love with you. I think your ma was saying she thinks you love me." Lionel answered.
"Do you think so? Are we in love with each other? Is it that what makes our times together different to those when we are with others?" I asked.
"I don't know. All I know is I have never felt this way about another person as I do about you." Lionel responded.
"Ja, I also feel like that about you. Maybe that is what love is." I said.
"Well it is not something we have forced on ourselves or have been forced to do is it?" Lionel reasoned, "So maybe it is love."
"Does that scare you?" I asked.
"No. At least I don't think so. I like it and want more of it so that can't be scaring me can it?" Lionel replied.

I stayed quiet for a time while I thought about all these things and in that time Lionel fell asleep. Even though he was that close to me that his arm was still over me and his hand was cupping my bum cheek, and his breath was still wafting over my face, I did not realise that he fallen asleep until I got no response to something I said. But when I realised he was asleep I moved that tiny bit to kiss him on his nose and whisper goodnight and then let my head relax more into my pillow and in seconds I too was asleep.

During our sleep we moved apart and when I woke up I found I was lying in the middle of my bed and turning my head I saw that Lionel was also about the middle of his bed. We both were naked and uncovered because we had not pulled the sheets up after our love making and before we fell asleep. Looking at Lionel I noticed that he too was hard and so I rolled over and stretched out my hand to stroke him. It took only a few seconds of stroking before Lionel said, "I don't think I could ever grow tired of waking to find someone playing with my cock."
"And I don't think I could ever grow tired of playing with someone's cock." I replied.
"The only problem is that I don't think I can last without peeing. Can we go for a piss and then come back?" Lionel asked.
Of course my answer was that we could and so we quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and made our way down the passage to the loo where we managed to pee through half hard cocks and then washed our hands before we headed back through the quiet house to the bedroom.
We closed the door quietly and took our shorts off again climbing back onto the bed. Lionel pointed to a mark on the sheet and accused me of making it. I denied it but he then showed me a line of marks going up the sheet in the shape of a funnel and said that it must be from when I had shot my load the night before. Looking at it I really could not deny the accusation and so just giggled.
Lionel shook his head in mock despair and then slowly bent forward to where he could suck my cock into his mouth. Like that I could not reach his cock and so had to content myself with giving him an erotic back scratch.
"Lionel I'm getting close." I warned.
Lionel pulled off me and turned around to lie on his back with his head away from me and lifting his legs into the air he presented his offering to me. I found the bottle of lube in the bedside cupboard and used my finger to apply some to his bum and then worked it in his hole with that same finger slowly getting a second finger in before Lionel told me not worry with fingers but just to go for it with my cock. I oiled my cock and aimed the head towards his hole. Using my hand to keep it in line, I pushed the tip of my cock into the centre of the pucker that was there and felt Lionel push out against my head. That combined effort got my cock head inside his bum and I simply slide the rest of my cock in until my prickly pubes pressed against his bum. I intended to go at a slow pace and long dick him for a time, but nature took over control and it was not that long before I slamming into him and pulling back with some force as my orgasm built and then exploded in a crescendo of sweat and cum. It had taken all of about ten minutes from when I entered him to when I shot a load up his bum. I had hoped for a much better fuck than that but I guess I was too randy. I stayed like I was for a bit with my hard cock still up his bum when it dawned on me that I had not done enough to make Lionel cum and so I moved one hand down and wrapping my fingers around his cock I began to wank him while at the same time I started to move my cock in his bum which kept it hard and sensitive and also plugged the cum in. Lionel lay back and put his hands under his head as he looked at me with an expression on his face that I could not at first fathom. He wasn't really smiling but there was joy in his look. He seemed far away and yet he was focused on me. While my hand worked his penis, he was working my cock in his bum by clenching and relaxing his muscles. I realised that I was going to take some time, but that I would cum in him again before we had finished this fuck session.
After a few minutes, Lionel reached to the side and managed to feel around to find the bottle of baby oil and then proceeded to dribble some onto his cock to make my hand slide over his skin more freely. Funnily enough, it seemed that the slicker movement on his cock encouraged a greater flow of pre-cum and shortly after adding the oil, he had a pool of pre-cum on his belly.
This time it took over half an hour for me to cum and I had been wanking Lionel all that time only stopping when he told me too because he wanted to cum at the same time as me. We didn't quite make it at exactly the same times but I was still ramming into him and bruising his prostate when he shuddered and then lifted more of his body off the bed as his legs straightened over my shoulders and his arse clamped down on my cock so tight it almost stopped me from fucking him while he shot his cream over his head and then in a line down his face and chest as his spasms subsided and ebbed away. Lionel was about half way through this process when I could hold it no longer and enjoyed my second orgasm of the day with Lionel.
Following this second orgasm, I was quite exhausted and flopped down onto my bed to drift off back to sleep in a matter of moments.
Lionel claims that he did not sleep again but he pulled the sheet up over me when he went for his shower and to brush his teeth because his stomach was demanding some feeding and he left me sleeping.