It Happened So ...

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Chapter 68

When I woke up it was to an empty bed and I dragged myself out of bed pulled on some shorts and went in search of Lionel. Ma was in the living room and asked me what I was doing and so I told her I was looking for Lionel. She said he had gone over to his parents in the caravan. I told ma I was going to have a shower and then I would find some breakfast. Ma told me that I needn't bother with breakfast because it was so close to lunch time that when I had finished my shower we could have an early lunch together and then I was free for the rest of the afternoon.
It was only then that I looked at a clock and saw that it was already half past eleven. And with the shower it would be about twelve when we would start preparing our lunch so we would probably eat at about half past which was close enough to lunch anyway.

In the shower I took care of the prickly pubes by having another shave, although I must admit I did not have the courage to try and shave my bum and especially in the crack so that part of me was left with the prickly hairs still intact. But then they didn't really bother me like the ones at the front did. I don't know what ma would have thought if she knew that I had "borrowed" pa's razor to do it with. I don't know why she had not put his razor away with his other stuff that she wanted to keep and thought that maybe she had not realised it was there still. As I pulled my shorts on and my cock flopped down against my balls when it cleared the hem line it felt so much better not to land on a cactus again. I also like the smooth feeling as my goods swung around loose inside my shorts although they did still sometimes catch against the hairs on my legs that were growing back and which I had not shaved. I didn't mind the guys shaving my whole body, but I did not intend to stay shaved like that all the time.
Dressed in my usual two items of shirt and shorts I went in search of ma to start our lunch. Sunday's being Phineas' day off we had to make our own lunch and ma had decided on salad and cold meat. There was some left over roast from a previous meal that ma sliced while I got some lettuce and tomato out of the fridge. I washed the lettuce and then put it in the spinner. I got a lot of pleasure out of spinning the lettuce to get the excess water off the leaves. I guess it was my love for things mechanical and gadgets that made it enjoyable. The tomatoes I just sliced up and then ma suggested we add some grated carrot and some spring onions to the salad. I liked all of those and so did not put up any objection, not that I would have had much choice in it anyway. We carried it all out onto the veranda to eat and while I was getting plates and knives and forks ma got the drinks. I was surprised when she arrived with a beer for me and her glass of wine mirroring our drinks from the night before. Ma must have seen the surprise on my face because she said, "I would rather know that you are having some drinks than fear that you are pinching them and drinking them secretly. When you are at home you may have some beers but I want you to check with me first please. And the same goes for smoking. I would rather you don't smoke, but if you want to, I want to know and I want you to feel free to smoke in front of me. Have you tried smoking yet?"
"No ma. I don't like the smell of it and those guys at school who smoke think they can cover it up, but you can smell it on them and that is not even close up." I answered.
"Well I am glad you feel that way. It will not help you with your sport and I am guessing that at school it would not be that easy to buy cigarettes either. I know here you could just help yourself from the shop and you will earn enough over the holidays to pay for them but it is far better never to start than to try and stop once you have started." Ma encouraged me.
I took a mouthful of beer just as she finished speaking and so could not respond to her, not that there was really anything to respond to. With the pause, ma took the opportunity to ask, "How was Lionel after his talk with his parents? I hope it didn't upset him or anything like that."
"No, I guess it was a bit like it was with me. A bit of a shock and an unexpected response from our parents." I said.
"Unexpected? What did you expect then?" Ma asked.
"Actually, I don't really know. But I did not expect for you to just accept it and make it kind of easier for us to ... do ... you know ... er, uhm, stuff." I finished off and must have glowed bright red.
Ma packed out laughing. "Oh what a picture you are. Pieter, you do not need to get embarrassed about talking about sex with me. Do you not think I know a fair bit about it? After all I had you didn't I. How do you think that came about?"
I didn't know what to say. Ma had as good as told me that she and dad had fucked and had enough sex for her to learn all about boy's sex too. And this is just something that somehow boys never really think about. In all the sex talk they have amongst themselves the talk of their parents having intimate relations just never seems to come up. Well, I don't think that helped with my embarrassment and it certainly did not help for me to find a voice with which to talk.

Fortunately I was saved a fate worse than death by the timely arrival of Lionel.
"You've woken up at last honkie." He teased.
"Ja, I had to wait for the darkness to leave my room to tell me that it was daytime." I teased back.
"Pa wants to go over to the far side of the farm to check on something or other and wants to know if we want to ride with him." Lionel said.
I turned to look at ma in question and she simply said that it was fine. So I got up and went in search of my tackies to put on. A few minutes later we were climbing into the cab of the backie with Lionel sitting in the middle next to his dad.

We drove along in silence for a while and then Hennie said, "Guys, I know that sometimes when you get down and dirty with each other things can get a bit out of hand and maybe some damage can be done to your private parts. I hope that never happens, but if it does you might find it easier to come and talk to me rather than to your mothers. I want you to know that I will never laugh at you if things like that happen. I might laugh with you after it has all been sorted, but if you need to come and talk, then I am here and willing to listen." Hennie paused for a bit and when neither of us said anything he continued, "Also, if you have any questions all you need to do is ask. I am not gay and might not know all of that sort of thing, but I think I know enough to help you with most things. Now this is important, with whatever you do, you both must agree to it. No is no and if you can't agree then it doesn't happen. If one of you says stop, the other stops. No questions, no delays, just stop. Finally, be honest with each other. Tell the other what you like and don't like and keep no secrets. That will make your relationship stronger and if it fails sometime in the future, you will be able to part as friends not enemies. I know this weekend will have been hard for you two. It is not easy to have what you thought a secret revealed as a known fact. But I will tell you this. That first day when we arrived at the farm for the interview and you took Lionel in hand as an equal without question, you took my heart Pieter. Us coloured folk have had to suffer through so much prejudice and hatred and here you did not even see the colour. Neither did your ma. I know Jakobus struggled with it at first, but now we seem to be friends and Lionel's ma and me are the happiest we have ever been in our lives. We have a nice place to live and it will be even nicer when the house is finished. I have the best job I have ever had in my life. I have a great boss and a loving family. I am very grateful to both you and your ma for what that means to us."
I did not know how to respond to that and so kept quiet. Lionel put his hand on my leg and said, "I too am the happiest I have ever been in my life and I wish we did not have to go away to school or we could go to the same school together at least."
"Ja, that would be good to be at the same school together." I agreed.
"One day that will come. But how soon, I don't know. I hope though that I am still alive to see it." Hennie said.

By this time we had got to the farthest corner of the farm near a little natural pond that we did not really use as a water supply except for the cattle to drink from.
"I am going to walk the fence line to see if we are getting any poachers in here. You can come with me or you can stay by the backie and swim." Hennie told us.
"We didn't bring any trunks with us." Lionel said.
"Trunks" Since when have you needed trunks? It is only us three here and I have seen you naked more than you would probably care to know and have possibly seen more naked guys in my lifetime than you two have put together. Swim in your skin man." Hennie retorted.
Lionel looked at me and I at him and we just shrugged our shoulders. We had no argument against what Hennie was saying and so I just began to pull my shirt off. Even though I had shaved just that morning it did not enter my head that Hennie would not know and might find it a bit strange that I had no pubes and I just pulled my shorts off revealing to him that not only did I have no pubes, but that I was also commando. He didn't say a thing though and still did not pass any comment when Lionel joined me naked also revealing that he was going commando and the length of his pubes showed that he at least had had them trimmed. We dived into the water and began to pull up lumps of clay from the bottom to throw at each other while Hennie turned and started to walk the fence line looking for signs of illegal incursion.
We couldn't risk doing anything of a sexual nature because we did not know when Hennie would return and with him walking he could do so without us hearing him in time to cover up our activity.

After our mud fight, we went in deeper to make it easier to wash the mud off and then we waded out and climbed into the back of the backie to lie down and dry off in the sun.
Hennie began to describe to me in more detail how he was being treated as a skivvy and I was quite shocked. To me what was being done was nothing other than bullying and of the meanest style too. When he went to his prefect's room to do his chores he had to walk there in nothing but his skants. No shirt, shorts or shoes; not even socks or a chain around his neck. He then had to knock and wait for the prefect to tell him he could enter and sometimes the prefect would make him stand outside the door for several minutes. Once the prefect gave him permission to enter, he had to remove his skants before going in and hang them on the outside door knob so that everyone who passed by would know that a skivvy was in service in that room. Hennie told me that more than once he came out to find that someone had taken his skants and he had to walk back to the dorm naked. Nearly every time he would find his skants on his bed when he got back to the dorm and he was sure the prefect arranged for someone to purposely take them. Once in the room he would be given some chores to do which usually involved bundling up the prefect's dirty clothes and putting them in the wash bag and then putting the wash bag in the laundry trolley which was in the hall on the ground floor two floors below where he was. To get the bag there he had to carry it while naked and he was not allowed to run or to cover himself up. Other chores might be cleaning and dusting and then putting away cleaned laundry and generally tidying up the room which would take at the most half an hour. For the rest of the skivvy time which was two hours or more if the prefect decided to extend it, he would service the prefect's needs. This would normally involve licking the prefect's privates to start with and moving on to either a blow job, or being fucked by the prefect. Sometimes the prefect would have some of his other sixth form mates with him and the skivvy would have to service them as well. One evening over a weekend Lionel was fucked by six of them one after the other and then had to walk back to his dorm room with his hand clamped against his butt hole to prevent the cum leaking down his leg until he could get to the loo and sit on it while it all drained out. It was almost guaranteed that if he had to service multiple sixth formers, then his skants would be missing and most times he never saw them again.
Other times there were fewer chores to do and the blow job that followed would bring his prefect to an orgasm fairly quickly leaving a fair bit of skivvy time left. On these occasions he would get tortured. He would be tied usually in a spread eagle position and then the prefect would bind cords around his scrotum to push his balls to the bottom and put them under some pressure that would give the sensation and pain of being constantly squeezed. Then his cock would also have cord tied around it for about an inch from the base up. The prefect would then wank him for a bit and leave him, and keep that up not letting him cum for the rest of the skivvy time. At the end of the time he would be untied and made to go back to his dorm with his underpants over his head like a balaclava. Having been edged for that time and still not cum would mean that his cock stayed hard for the whole walk. Added to this when the prefect did this to him, he usually extended the time so that when Lionel got back into his dorm all his mates would already be there and the noise from him opening the door would make them all look and see him with his skants on his head and his hard cock bobbing with his steps.
Or his prefect would come in from playing some sport and demand that Lionel come to his room immediately where upon he had to use his mouth to undress the prefect and then lick all the sweat off the prefect starting with his toes and then his pits and finally his groin area including the sweaty crease between his buttocks and ending with a blow job. Sometimes if his prefect had a friend with him then he would have to lick both of them clean and get fucked by one while he sucked the other. And always it would involve taking the dirty clothes down to the laundry trolley and then a naked walk back to his dorm.
"Shit Lionel that is fucking awful. At least my prefect looks after me and we have fun together." I said.
"You are bloody right that is awful. At least what I heard is awful and I will have to do something about it." Hennie said looking over the side of the backie.
We had not heard him come back and didn't know how long he had been there and listening.
"No pa! You can't do anything or they will kill me." Lionel blurted out.
"They will not be around to kill you my boy. I know there is a bit of hazing going on in the schools. It happens all the time and most of the time there is nothing to it, but you are being victimised and bullied beyond what can be tolerated. Do the other skivvies also get treated as badly as you?" Hennie asked.
"No, it is mostly my prefect because he is not that popular and thinks that by letting the others do things to me he can keep them as friends." Lionel answered.
"Ok, leave it with me. The school will be spoken to and you will be protected or there will be no school left when we have finished taken them through the courts." Hennie said.
"Pa, please, I will be labelled as a grass and treated worse if you do anything. That is why I never said anything to you or ma." Lionel pleaded.
"Don't worry my son. I know how some of these things work and you will not be known to have said anything; but it might mean that for the first few weeks you will still have to suffer the prefect's meanness." Hennie assured Lionel. "Now you two handsome boys had better cover up that which you have a right to be proud of and we will head back to the homesteads."