It Happened So ...
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Chapter 38
When we arrived at the farm I saw that the Durrant's house was now under construction but the walls
were only to windowsill level and so knew that Lionel would be spending at
least these holidays in my room and sharing my bed at times too. This got my
cock hardening and I was raring to see him and talk about our new experiences
because I wanted to know what happened at his school. Sadly his ma had not yet
got home with him and so I had to wait. While I waited I unpacked my trunk and
sorted my room out a bit making sure that Lionel had enough space for his stuff
too. I had been fiddling about with things in my room for nearly an hour when I
realised that with each action I took, I was taking Lionel's needs into account
as well. Suddenly I was missing him so much it ached and I flopped onto my bed
wondering what was going on that I felt like that because I had never felt like
this before.
I had been lying on my bed only for a few minutes when I heard the sound of the
bakkie and realised that it might Lionel, and hoped
that it was not Oom Jakob
instead. I jumped up from my bed and dashed through the house to where I could
see the vehicle as it turned into our yard and that way I would know if it was
Lionel or Oom Jakob.
Funnily enough, I had not thought that it might Lionel's pa coming in from the
fields or something and so my poor little heart sank when I saw that it was
indeed Hennie. I was about to wander back to my room
when I heard the sound of a second vehicle and moved back to the window. This
time I was pleased to see Lionel's ma at the wheel with Lionel sitting beside her.
As the car went around the back of the house I dashed along and out the kitchen
door only to come to a screeching halt when I saw Hennie
striding towards the slowing bakkie and clearly
getting ready to greet his son. Of course Lionel would have to see his pa first
and stay with him for a bit before he could come and talk to me and so I stayed
rooted to the spot. Lionel saw me as the car drew to a halt and waved but as he
stepped out of the car it was into his father's waiting arms and his pa scooped
him off the ground in a huge loving hug of a greeting and carried him around to
where he could also greet his wife while still holding his son in the air.
Seeing that reminded me that I did not have a pa to show me that same love and
care and I knew that I had to get somewhere private before I showed my true
emotions to those I would rather not see them. I turned and dashed back inside
the house and made a bee line to my room where once again I threw myself onto
my bed and began to weep. It took me a few minutes to get myself back under
control and I headed off to the bathroom and washed the tears from my face and
then returned to my room to wait for when Lionel would come to bring his stuff
in. That wait seemed to last for ever but in reality could not have been more
than hour because it was still daylight when Lionel let his presence be known
by loudly commanding Phineas to put his trunk in my room. Later Lionel told me
that he had made the noise in case I was having a wank and that would forewarn
me to get covered up in time before someone saw me. I asked why he would think
I was having a wank and not waiting for him to come and share that pleasure
with me. Lionel pretended to take umbrage at that and said that as I was a
teenager with raging hormones I must need to jerk off many times a day and so
there was no need to wait for him as I would be ready whenever he was ready
too. I really could not refute that and so did not even try.
I helped Lionel to unpack his trunk and get his things
put away and then we went out to our tree where we could talk without fear of
being overheard provided we spoke in low voices. Occasionally our laughter
would give our place away, but then no one was really trying to find us so that
did not matter. At least our conversation was secret.
"I've missed you, you know. Having someone else suck your cock is not the same
as when you do it and I don't really know why, but I can't wait for us to do it
in bed tonight." Lionel admitted to me.
"I also have missed you and came out to see when you got home, but then
realised that your pa has to come first and so I went back inside." I told him.
"Ja, I guessed you had, and
pa kept me for so long. I would much rather have come over to see you sooner,
but I couldn't get away."
"Perhaps it was better that you didn't. When I saw your pa pick you up and the
joy on his face at seeing you, I knew
that I would never have that and it upset me so I had to stay in my room for a bit and would not have
been nice to talk to right then anyway."
"Fuck, PP, I'm sorry. We did not mean to upset you, but I was happy to see my
pa too. I'm sorry I never thought about how you might feel seeing that."
"No! You did nothing wrong. It is just something I have got to get used to and
come to terms with."
"Ja. But we also need to be
sensitive and maybe not make such a show in front of you so soon after losing
your pa."
This talk had got my eyes watering and Lionel could see the shine of the tears
as they edged out the corners of my eyes. Reaching over he drew me into a hug
and as his arms wrapped around my back his lips rested on mine and we kissed. Really kissed for the first time with our tongues meeting as our
lips parted and then making little forays into each other's mouths.
Gradually I became aware of a change coming over me seemingly rolling down from
head to my shoulders and on down my body. I got this great sense of well-being
and peace as I rested in the embracing and comforting arms of Lionel and we
kissed. I still did not recognise it for what it was, but I liked it all the
same. How long we stayed like that I will never know, but our cuddle was to be
torn apart by ma calling me to dinner and only then did I realise that the sun
had started setting and it was getting dark. We pulled apart giving and
receiving a little barrage of pecks before climbing down and heading to the
house. I was slipping my tackies off at the back door with Lionel standing next to
me when his ma called him to go and eat with them in the caravan. Lionel put
his hand on my shoulder and said he would see me later and we parted once more.
As ma and I sat down to our dinner, just the two of us, I
thought that Willie and Oom Jakob
must have sat down to dinner many times as just the two of them. Then I knew
from the pangs of guilt I felt how Lionel must have felt earlier when he blamed
himself for me getting upset. I had never thought of Willie's need for a mother
to make up the family group and now that I knew from my own needs I felt guilty
for not caring enough to think of that. I resolved to apologise to Willie the
next time I saw him. Ma and I chatted as we ate and she filled me in on what
had been going on, on the farm while I had been away. Ma spoke with me at the
same level as if I was an adult and this made me feel so proud. She said the
brick moulding was going well but the firing of them was not doing too well as
they were losing too many bricks to breakages in the heat. Having just done
some clay modelling and firing in the art class at school I mentioned to ma
that with the clay we had to make sure that all the air bubbles were out of it
and that it was of a consistent mix or else it cracked or worse in the kiln.
"Mmm, that might be it. Maybe they have not trodden
the mix properly and are moulding the bricks too early." Ma mused. "I will talk
to Jakobus about that tomorrow and see if they are
doing it right."
"Maybe Lionel and I could come with you and see if we can pick up on anything
that we have learnt in art class. If Lionel has done anything
like that yet." I suggested.
"Of course you can come; you can even try your hand at treading the clay if you
like." Ma agreed.
We had only just finished washing the dishes when Lionel
made his presence known to us and said that his ma and pa were going to bed
early because they had had an earlier start than normal and he had been sent
over here to go to bed too.
"Good, then I can get to bed a bit earlier too as I am also quite tired. Let's
have a drink and then I can go and use the bathroom and once I am done you two
can do your teeth and get ready for bed after me." Ma said.
"Ok tannie, we will just go and get our things ready while you use the bathroom
and then we do our teeth; and we will keep quiet too." Lionel told ma
"Thank you Lionel, I will appreciate your keeping the noise down so that it
does not disturb me." Ma told Lionel.
Once we had finished our drinks and were in our room, Lionel said, "Your ma
might be asleep a bit earlier, but the way my ma and pa were carrying on during
dinner they will be in bed but will not be asleep that early. I reckon that
caravan is going to be rocking a bit tonight if it is not already rocking." And
we both giggled a little and quickly stopped it in case ma heard and wanted to
know what we were getting up to that would make us giggle like that.
While we waited for ma to tell us she was finished in the bathroom, we both
stripped off and took the opportunity to take a good look at each other's body
and remark on the development that had occurred during the term we had been
apart. Both of us agreed that we had not realised there had been as much development
in ourselves as there actually had been, but not having seen the other for
those three months we were able to notice it in each other. We pulled on a pair
of sleeping shorts each to wear to the bathroom after ma had finished and then
sat down on our beds to wait for ma to finish.
We heard the bathroom door open and a few moments later ma knocked on our
bedroom door and when we had said it was ok she came in to say goodnight to us
after giving each of us a little squeeze and a hug. Ma left and we soon heard
the door of her bedroom close. This we took as our signal and we slipped off
down the passage to the bathroom and completed our ablutions there before
returning to the room and losing our shorts.
Each of us climbed into our own beds, naked and we lay there with just the
little bedside light on the table between our two beds on. Like that we chatted
for a while giving ma a chance to get to sleep before we started on our own
fun.
"We have to skivvy for the prefects and sixth formers at
our school; do you do anything like that?" I asked Lionel.
"Ja, we also have to be the
servants for the seniors. Each of us first years have
been allocated to a particular senior and have to do whatever they tell us to
do and that really is whatever!" Lionel replied.
"Sounds a bit like our school then. We have to do our skivvying in the nude
unless the duty we are performing takes us out of our master's room. My friend
who sleeps in the bed next to me and I are both skivvy
to our dorm prefect which is quite nice because we are on the same floor as his
room. But we have to arrive without underpants on and then once we are in his
room we have to strip naked and do whatever he wants in the nude." I explained.
"Not all of the skivvies do it in the nude at our school, but I am one that has
to be naked for my senior." Lionel admitted.
"Does he do anything with or to you?" I asked.
"Yeah, every night I have to either wank him or blow him, whichever he chooses
and sometimes I have to let him play with me too. A couple of times I have had
to blow one of his friends who was visiting in the room when I was doing my
chores." Lionel explained.
I went on to describe to him how Mark was a bit inexperienced and so John and I
were teaching him some things and in that process I had been fucked by both
John and Mark and also had fucked both of them. I also talked about John's
desire to have us smooth and what I had suggested to John on that score.
We chatted on along the same lines telling each other about our experiences and
whether or not we liked them.