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Chapter 22
Stephan and Pieter this is meneer
en mevrou[i] Durrant,
and this young man here is Lionel their son. Hennie
and Moira, this is Stephan DuPreez who is the young
man we told you works part time for us, and this little guy is Sarie's son Pieter." Oom
Cornelius did the introductions.
Stephan stepped forward and extended his hand towards Moira first and then
shook Hennie's hand and finally bent down a bit and
offered his hand to Lionel who was a bit hesitant but also shook hands with Stephan.
Not knowing that it was poor manners, I smiled at Lionel and offered to shake
his hand first and only then moved on to shake the adult's hands. Ma tittered a
little bit and had one of those smiles that says you are embarrassed but not
that much. Ma would tell me later that I should have followed the same order as
Stephan.
We all moved up onto the veranda again and sat down. A few minutes later, ma
asked me to go inside with her to help her do something. It was a ruse to get
me away from the others so that she could ask a favour of me. I agreed and so
with a tray full of fresh drinks we went back outside.
"It's getting rather late now and I know you guys have a fairly long way to go
to get home. I was wondering if you would like to spend the night here and head
off when you are ready tomorrow? We have a spare room
with a double bed and if Lionel is willing, Pieter will share his room with him
and can lend him some clothes for the night." Ma proposed.
Hennie and Moira looked at each other and it was clear
that they were not at all sure what the other really wanted.
"Why don't the three of you take a walk in the garden to discuss it and then
come back and tell me what you decide? I promise it will not be a problem to me
either way." Ma suggested to them.
Hennie jumped at this suggestion and the three of
them got up and walked a bit into the garden and began talking quietly. Lionel
was obviously not included at first but then I saw Moira bend down and speak to
him and he nodded his head in assent. Hennie and Moira
spoke a bit more and then returned to the veranda.
"Ja, Sarie,
if you can put up with our smell tomorrow, we would appreciate being able to
stay, but we have not brought a change of clothes and so will have to wear
these dirty ones again." Hennie answered for the
family.
"We've got a washing machine; we can wash your clothes for you." I said, trying
to be helpful.
"But we have nothing to wear while our clothes are being washed, sweetie."
Moira explained an aspect that I had not thought of.
I think I blushed then more than I had ever done in my life before.
"Actually, that is not such a bad idea at all. If you are willing, I am sure I
have something that will fit you that you could wear and some of my late
husband's clothes will fit Hennie and Pieter can find
something for Lionel. Then we could put the clothes in washer after dinner and
get them in the dryer when we go to bed and they will be ready for you in the
morning. I have some new toothbrushes in stock from the farm shop and so you
can each have one to brush your teeth with. I am sure we can sort out most
things for you, just ask. This farm will soon be your home and we want you to
feel comfortable working with us." Ma said.
"Thank you" was all the Durrant's could say to that.
Ma was in her organising mode and there was no stopping her now.
"Pieter, why don't you take Lionel and show him your room and
see if you can find something for him to use while his clothes get washed.
You can also go off and play together once you have done that and I will give
you a call when supper is ready. Hennie and Moira, if
you come with me I will show you the room and then we can look for some clothes
that will work." Ma said standing up.
Oom Jakob and Oom Cornelius looked at each other and then smiled and Oom Cornelius said jovially, "You had better just go with
her. There is no stopping her when she is in this mood."
I stood and waited for Lionel to move to join me and when
his ma told him to go he walked over to me and I led him to my room. I closed
the door behind us and moved straight over to my dresser where I pulled out a
pair of shorts and a t shirt and turned around to give them to Lionel. We had
not said a word to each other, both being about as shy as the other. Now I was
forced to say something so I came up with, "Here try these on and if they are
ok I will take your clothes to the laundry."
Lionel did not seem too keen to take his clothes off in front of me so I just
encouraged him saying, "It's ok, you can change here in the room." Which sort of forced his hand, so to speak.
Lionel removed his shirt and although I had sat down on my bed and pretended to
be looking elsewhere, I could not resist looking at his body and just fell in
love with the coffee colour of his flawless skin. The tan lines on his arms where
his sleeves ended were only just discernible as was the "V" at the top of his
chest where his open necked shirts left that part exposed to the sun. He
dropped his shirt on the floor and then slid his shorts down. The coffee tone
continued with again a hardly noticeable change at the hem line of his shorts
on his legs. I noticed that he had skants on and realised I did not have any to
offer him.
"I'm sorry, I don't wear skants so don't have any to let you use. You can go
without like me." I suggested.
"You don't wear underwear?" Lionel asked in amazement and turned slightly to
look at me which gave me a better view of his bulge inside his skants.
"Ja,
look." I said as I stood up facing him and dropped my shorts to my
ankles to show that was all I had on.
Lionel looked at my shorts first and then slowly his gaze travelled up my legs
until it came to rest on my cock and balls. He spent a bit of time just staring
and I saw that his skants were starting to bulge a bit more. I jiggled my hips
to make my cock sway about a bit and then sat back down on the bed without
pulling my shorts up again.
Lionel smiled at me then and hooking his thumbs in his skants he pushed them
down and stepped out of them to stand totally naked before me. He was
beautiful. There was no swimming costume tan line and so his skin was smooth
and the same colour from his chest to just above his knees where it turned just
a shade darker from being exposed to the sun more. I was kind of pleased to see
that his cock was about the same size as mine but his skin did not overhang the
tip of his cock like mine did. With his foreskin as far forward as it would go
naturally, you could just see through the pucker to see his cock's eye. His
balls hung a bit lower than mine though and were just a bit bigger and he
sported a bit more coverage of pubic hair but because his was in tight curls
like the hair on his head, obviously from the Afro side of his heritage, it did
not seem as thick as what I had.
Still facing me, Lionel picked up the t shirt and began pulling it over his
head lifting his arms and in a way saying I was free to look as much as I liked
and I did like. He took his time getting the shirt on and only then did he
reach for the shorts I had offered him and bending over he held them so he could
step into them and pulled them up. I stood and pulled my shorts up and then we
picked up his clothes including his skants and socks and both barefoot we
walked down the passage to the laundry and I put his clothes in a basket in
front of the machine so that ma would know they were his and needed to be
included in the wash.
I shouted to ma that Lionel's clothes were at the machine
and guided him out the back door and to my favourite tree. We climbed up to the
three branch platform and sat down up there.
"I come here a lot and usually I get naked when I am up here." I told him.
"It's fun to be naked outside and trek my draad[ii]"
"Do you ever do it with anyone else?" Lionel asked. I think he was a bit
surprised at my openness with him, but in truth, I still did not know that I
needed to be more circumspect with this sort of conversation.
"Ja. I like that more and
even better when someone else does it to you." I answered.
"Ja. That is the best."
Lionel agreed.
"The best is when they do it with their mouth." I expanded.
"What you mean people really do suck cocks? I thought
that was just something people said".
"No. It really happens and I will show you tonight when we go to bed if you
want."
"Yeah. It sounds a bit gross, but I will try it." Lionel said.
I was not sure if he was saying that he would just let me suck him, or he would
try sucking me as well.
"You know this is quite strange for me. Here I am sitting up a tree with a
white boy talking about sucking cocks. You are the first white person to talk
to me as a friend would. All the others have either been adults talking to a
child or honkies[iii]
putting the goffal[iv] down.
I showed my worldly ignorance by asking, "What do you mean?"
"Well you know us goffals are supposed to be lower
than the whites and always up to no good. At least that is what most of the
honkies make out." Lionel said by way of
explanation which left me still as clear as mud.
"What's a goffal?"
"You know, one of us that is half baked. Not a black,
but not white either. A Cape Coloured, you know."
My naivety and ignorance of the things of the world left me at a distinct
disadvantage here. The confusion must have shown on my face.
"Shit Pieter, do you know how babies are made?"
"Of course. The man fucks the woman and she gets
pregnant." I answered a little affronted by the nature of his question.
"Good. Well when a black person and a white person make a baby together, the
baby has some of the black and some of the white and comes out my colour. So we
are not white, but we are not black either. So in my case it is my grandparents
who have parents of different colours and the rest of us are all goffals".
I still did not fully understand, but I had a better idea now. "So why have you
not had a white friend before?"
"Because we goffals are not good enough for white
people. At least that is what most white people say. But I know that your
family is different because of the way that your ma and uncle have been towards
my folks."
"Why are you not good enough to have white friends?"
"We are, but the whites think they are too good and so much better than us.
They have their beautiful white skin that marks them as superior but somehow
they always want to turn it brown like us goffals
are."
We were not able to continue the conversation any longer because ma called to
us to come inside to get cleaned up for supper.
Once we were down the tree and had arrived at the back
door to kick off our slip-slops ma said that we should go and have our showers
before supper so that there would be enough hot water after supper for the
adults to shower.
"Come, we can shower together and save more hot water." I said and reached out
a hand to take Lionel's hand and lead him through to the bathroom.
"I have put a towel for Lionel on your bed." Ma said after our retreating
backs. And then I heard her say to Moira who had been standing in the kitchen
dressed in some of ma's clothes, "they seem to like each other at least." And I
heard Moira make a response but she was very soft spoken and we were too far
away for me to make out what she said.
We went to my room first to get Lionel's towel and
because I was now going to put on my clean sleeping shorts, I asked Lionel if
he wanted some clean shorts too. He seemed a bit hesitant so I made up his mind
for him by getting another pair of sleeping shorts out. Then we headed to the
bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, Lionel said to me, "You know you are the first white boy
my age to see me naked."
"And you are the first boy my age to see me naked." I responded.
"But you said you do things with boys. How do you do that
without being naked?"
"No, domkopf[v] quite a few boys have seen
me naked and done stuff with me, but they are all older by at least two years"
I laughed.
"Oh, I see," Lionel also laughed.
We stripped off and got in the shower cubicle together and I adjusted the water
to get it to the right temperature. Then we both got wet and I squeezed some
shower gel onto my hand and began to wash Lionel. He made no objection and
stood there letting me run my hands all over his smooth coffee coloured skin
that I found to be such a turn on. I ran a finger up his crack and let it
linger a little on his hole before
moving along his crack again and up his back to his shoulders while my
other hand ran down his front to slip over his cock and give it a few strokes.
"I am not going to make you cum here in the shower, because I want to suck you
and let you blow in my mouth when we go to bed."
"You mean you want my skuim[vi] in your mouth? Lionel
asked in amazement.
"Ja and I will swallow it." I confirmed.
"You will eat my skuim?" Lionel was incredulous.
"Ja, it tastes nice man." I told him.
"I ja ya
ya. That is something else. Have you eaten other guys
stuff too?" Lionel asked.
"Ja lots of times. And my
own as well, but I don't make that much yet."
"I don't also, but I never ate it or anyone else's." Lionel confessed.
I had stopped wanking him with my soapy hands and
pushed Lionel under the shower spray so that he could clean up. I was just
about to start washing myself when Lionel stopped me and had me pour the shower
gel I had got in my hand into his so that he could wash me in the same way that
I had washed him. His hand pumping my cock was soft and gentle and it made such
a contrast to Willie's and even Stephan's; perhaps because it was smaller and
he had to make longer strokes to cover my full length.
We finished up our shower both rock solid hard and made tents in our towels as
they hung down our fronts when we started to dry out hair. By the time we had
finished drying and had pulled our shorts on and used the same comb, mine, to
comb our hair our cocks had subsided and we were relatively safe to leave the
bathroom. We went back to my room and left the towel Lionel had used draped
over the chair there and then I dug out two t shirts for us to wear while we
were with the others and to eat our dinner as ma would not allow topless body's
at the dinner table.
While we ate our dinner I got to spend the longest time I
had had the opportunity so far with Lionel's parents. I did not ask a lot of
questions but answered some that they asked of me and I just listened as they
talked with ma. I know that they were being polite and all that sort of thing,
but I decided that they must be quite nice folks and that I would like them and
could get on ok with them. Lionel who had been so shy when I first got back
with Stephan, now was not shy at all and I guess his shyness really was more a
wariness because of the experience he had with the way white people treat his
mixed race community. But now that he knew we were not like the majority of
whites he was more comfortable and could talk ten to the dozen about everything
and nothing.
When we had finished dinner, ma suggested that Lionel and I go to my room and
prepare the air mattress for Lionel
while the adults had an after dinner drink on the veranda as they waited for
the washing machine to complete its cycle and put the clothes into the tumbler
to dry overnight. It was Lionel who suggested that we did not need to spend all
that time blowing up the air mattress just for one night when we could both fit
in the one bed. Ma looked a bit surprised at this suggestion, but I said that
would be ok by me and so she just said it was ok too. With that we went to my
room and sat on the bed to talk some more while we waited for ma, Moira and Hennie to come and say good night.
We had been in my room for about half an hour when Lionel
asked me when we could try sucking and so I suggested we go out and say good
night to the others and then we would be left alone for the night and able to
do it.
Out on the veranda, Moira insisted on kissing both of us goodnight and we both
blushed and I decided I like the tone Lionel's coffee coloured skin went when
he blushed.
"Pieter, thank you for being so good to Lionel and letting him use your
clothes. It is so nice of you and I hope you two can become good friends when
we move here." Moira said as I blushed even more. Ma thanked Lionel for being
willing to share my clothes as it meant that his parents could spend a bit of
relaxed time and then drive home more leisurely the next day.
Before things could get more embarrassing, we took off back to my room and I
closed the door firmly pushing hard on it to hear the catch click into place as
the door was slightly warped and if you did not do that, then the door had a habit
of opening during the night and I did not want to risk that.
[i] Meneer en mevrou – mister and misses
[ii] Trek my draad – literally pull my wire – masturbate.
[iii] Honkies – A common slang term used in southern Africa to refer to Caucasian people. It can be used in a very derogatory way or can also be used by friends of different races to refer to the white person in the friendship.
[iv] Goffal – A common slang term used to refer to a person of mixed race heritage and usually one with a black and a white parent.
[v] Domkopf – literally dumb head. A slang term which can mean anything from silly to stupid to mentally challenged.
[vi] Skuim – literally foam, but used figuratively for semen, or sperm.