It Happened So ...
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Chapter 64
With Matthew's decision made, Jules turned to Jason and
ordered him to help Jules undress. Once Jules was naked Jason had to suck Jules
to an orgasm. Then he was told to undress John and suck him. After John, Mark
was undressed and received his blow job and finally I was eased into a state of
nudity and relieved of the pressure that had built up in my balls during the
course of the evening.
By the time I had given up my sperm we had just the extra half hour of time
left before the new lights out deadline. This was spent in chatting amongst
ourselves and we did allow anyone who wanted to have a feel of anyone else and
of course to let our hands give some pleasure to ourselves. Matthew was allowed
to feel himself too but seemed much happier to have Mark fondling him while he
fondled Jules because that was who was in reach of his right hand.
Matthew had a lot of questions and was getting quite frustrated when we would
say that we could not answer some of them because of the confidentiality we had
promised to keep matters in. Eventually John told him that he would not get an
answer to personal questions about what we had done with each other whether on
an away trip or not, but we most likely would answer questions about methods or
maybe personal likes or dislikes.
But of course with little time left and others wanting to talk there was no
chance of Matthew getting all of his questions answered before we had to get
dressed to return to our dorm in time for the lights out.
Our last two nights were spent just with John in his room and both Mark and I
enjoyed getting some attention from John and giving him and each other some
attention too. We also had another try at the double penetration fuck only this
time Mark lay on his back on the bed and John first sat astride him and impaled
himself on Mark's solid phallus. Then I got up behind John and forced my cock
in over Mark's. Once I had got in as far as I could go, John told me to pump
while Mark stayed still. Working it this way, my cock was masturbating Mark's
cock and was getting wanked in turn by his cock while my cock massaged John's
pleasure spots and each inwards thrust would push Mark's cock against John's
prostate and give him some stimulation that way. Additional to this my pumping
in and out of his bum caused John's body to rock against Mark's body and rub
John's cock that was sandwiched between the two stomachs.
Finally Friday came and while I was sad to be leaving my
friends behind for the holiday period, I was excited to at last be going home
to see Lionel. I'm afraid that though I
love my ma dearly and always have, it was Lionel who occupied most of my
thoughts when I was thinking about home.
Ma had already written and told me that Oom Jakob would be picking me and Willie up while Johan was
being collected separately by Stephan.
Oom Jakob had had to take
care of some business in town first before coming on to the school to collect
us so Willie and I were amongst the last to be collected. In some ways this was
quite nice in that I got to say goodbye to my friends one by one as each left
before me, but it also meant that it would be that much later before I was able
to see Lionel. I did see Jules hand over Jason's skants to him just before he
got in his dad's car and I smiled when I realised just how much Jason blushed
with that happening directly in front of his dad. I also wondered if he would
spring a boner on the way home just knowing that he was sitting commando next
to his dad. I thought that he might get a chance to put skants on if they
stopped somewhere on the way home, or he might just like to try going commando
all holidays as well. I decided I would have to ask him to answer these
questions when I saw him next term.
Willie could hardly wait till we were out of the school
grounds to ask me what it was like going with the seniors on their away trips
and what sort of things happened. He was really disappointed when I stubbornly
refused to tell him anything but what could be accurately guessed at like we
ate in the host school's dining hall and for the most part slept on the crash
mats in the school gymnasiums.
When we stopped at an ultra-city for relief and refreshments we had a few
moments when we were alone and I told him that I could not say what sort of things
we had got up to because of the rule of silence and explained that one of the
team had broken that rule and was being punished for it for the whole of the
following term and I was not prepared to put myself at that risk so I would not
be telling him anything.
The sun was setting before we pulled up outside my house
and Lionel came running out to greet me. He had been home most of the late
afternoon and so had already changed out of his school uniform into his holiday
uniform – shorts and t shirt with tackies. No
underwear, no socks.
I was overjoyed to see him and as I was giving him a hug I saw their house was
up and the roof trusses were already being assembled along with a huge pile of
thatching grass being made into those little bundles to be tied onto the roof
trusses. When we got up the next day we would see the team of women who had
been drafted in to prepare the grass by combing it and then tying it in bundles
of the same size. There were two women to one comb (a two inch thick plank with
six inch nails driven through the plank to form a triple row of teeth). The
women had to get their timing right because as one pulled the last tips of her
bundled out of the comb the other woman would drop her bundle onto the comb and
begin to pull backwards to ensure that any bugs or cross placed grasses were
combed out of the grass before it went to the thatchers to put it on the roof.
This is where black people come into their own because with a natural talent
for rhythm and harmony the women could get their timing perfect and in doing so
were able to produce a lot more of usable thatching grass than others could.
And to keep the timing right they would sing their songs from start of work to
end and never seem to get tired of singing or very thirsty.
"Your house is nearly finished!" I exclaimed in dismay as I broke away from the
hug.
"I know, ma says that when I get home from school at the end of next term I
will be able to move straight into my own new room." Lionel told me
I nearly burst into tears there on the spot and I realised that I did not want
Lionel to leave my room, ever! I was still too inexperienced in the ways of the
world to recognise and call this love, but I knew in my innermost being; heart
and my gut what I wanted and it felt like I was being torn apart just thinking
about it.
Of course I had to hide the turmoil inside as soon as ma
stepped out of the door to greet me and I had to get over to her and give her a
hug. As I wrapped my arms around her body, I realised that I must have grown a
bit while at school because now my face landed between her boobs instead of the
top of my head landing there.
"Wow, look at how much you have grown." Ma said as she released me from the hug
and stepped back a little to enable her to look at her `little boy'.
I would much rather have gone to my room with Lionel and compared the growth we
had made more intimately while we swapped stories from school. But I did have
to do the right thing by ma and spend time with her first. Lionel had already
had that opportunity because both his parents went to fetch him and talked with
him all the way back and on into the afternoon while they waited for Willie and
me to get home.
For our first meal home, ma and Moira had organised a braai and Oom Jakob and Willie joined us for it too. Once again us kids were allowed to have a beer and managed to sneak in a second beer each without the parents realising. Unlike the stories one often hears of boarding school and other similar institutions food, our food at school was reasonably good and tasty but there is nothing like the smell of the meat cooking over an open wood fire to get the tummy rumbling and mouth drooling. When ma brought out the boerewors and T bone steaks for us boys to cook on the fire we thought we had died and gone to heaven. Oom Jakob and Hennie joined us boys at the fire allowing ma and Moira to chat away together. Hennie showed that he was a past master at cooking on the braai and taught us a lot about seasoning the meat and turning it often so that the juices were continually basting the meat rather than dripping into the fire and returning to the meat in the form of smoke.
It was not until well after a farmer's normal bedtime
that we were able to be alone in my/our room and begin to compare notes on what
and how we had been doing. Lionel had not been in the room when I changed out
of my school uniform after getting home and so did not see that I had travelled
commando and had stayed commando after changing. Now I just stripped off as I
had no intention of sleeping any other way than naked the whole holidays.
"Shit PP, you've grown a lot but lost what hair you had." Lionel said clearly
referring to my cock and balls. We had only been apart a little short of three
months and I did not think there had been much change down there except for
being shaved more than before.
"Have I really?" I asked.
"Fuck yes. You've not only caught up with me, but I think you have overtaken
me." Lionel confirmed his initial statement. And then he dropped his shorts and
moved over towards me, as naked as I was, except he still had his pubes. When
he got close enough to me he reached out his hand and took my cock which had
started hardening as soon as he displayed his cock and held it in his hand
alongside his own cock. Soon we were both hard and there was a small gap
between the tip of his cock and my pubic mound but my tip was pressed up
against his pubes showing that I was indeed slightly bigger than him. Pulling
apart a bit, he fondled my balls and declared them to be bigger than his now
too. "You are going to put a horse to shame when you finish developing these
lovely bits you know."
"Well I still think you have got the best bits going and I also think we need
to get know each other's bits better, so what do you want to do?" I asked.
"Tonight I just want to play with you and maybe we can end in a 69 before too
much longer and pick up some better and serious exploration tomorrow after we
have rested." Lionel said.
We migrated over to my bed and lay down on it both lying on our sides in the
same direction but facing each other with our uppermost hand gently exploring
the other's crotch. We did not talk; this was not the time for talking now.
Tomorrow we would talk about our school experiences and all sorts of other
things, but tonight was a time to let things just happen. To go with the flow
and enjoy the final outcome. Lionel's tongue was pushing against my lips before
I even realised we had moved into a kiss and I parted my lips as if on
automatic pilot. Others had kissed me before. Some of the cricket team had
kissed me when I was being intimate with them, but none of those ever felt like
this kiss did. This kiss was a fulfilling of a longing I had not realised I
had. It was the seal on the start of a serious relationship that I was not
aware was developing. It happened so... naturally.
And I could not get enough of it and soon my tongue was working with his to
share the time we spent in each other's mouths while our hands continued their
slow and gentle exploration of hard and hot cocks and balls hanging in loose
bags as the warmth of the evening kept them from drawing up.
How long did we snog for? I don't know. I was not keeping
track of the time; but we did eventually
have to come up for air and found that both of us were panting and our cocks
were leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
Lionel turned around on the bed kissing my body down its length as he did so,
playing with my nipples with his teeth and his tongue before digging that same
tongue into my belly button and finally turning enough to present his cock
within reach of my mouth and lifting my head I nuzzled my nose into his scrotum
as he lifted his leg over my head to straddle me. I began to lick and suck at
his balls and his perineum while his hard cock bobbed over my chin and dribbled
onto my chest. At the same time my hands were caressing his back as far as I
could reach and then squeezing his bum cheeks and tickling them exciting those
tiny hairs that cover our bodies and are supersensitive to light touch. Lionel
did not give me that long to spend on this form of play before he arched his
back to lift and move his pelvis backwards so that his cock would be aimed at
my mouth. Using my tongue I hooked it around his penis and pulled it backwards
a little so that it was properly lined up with my mouth before raising my head
and letting his cock slide down my tongue and into my mouth. Putting my hands
over the base of his back, I lightly pulled him down so that my head could rest
once more on the pillow while my tongue licked and slurped away and my one hand
fondled his balls while the other hand continued the back and bum loving.
Lionel could not get at my back and part of my bum
because those were firmly resting on the bed and although I had started off
with my legs straight but spread, he lifted them up so that while his mouth was
pleasuring my cock, he could get his arms around my legs and bring one hand in
to play with my balls and the other hand in to tickle and stroke what area of
my bum was now open to him and with my legs bent he got access to my rose bud.
I could feel his saliva dribbling down my cock and getting spread over my balls
by his other hand then it was trickling down between my legs to his other hand
and getting spread in my crack and around my pucker in preparation for what I
knew was coming next. It started with Lionel just pressing the tip of his
finger against my hole and using that pressure to force a bit of saliva a
fraction deeper into the pleats of skin that helped to seal my bum. Slowly that
pressure got increased and the tip went deeper until it started to force my
hole to open and finally allowed the end of his finger to lie inside the folds
of skin. Painstakingly slowly he pushed his finger in to the first knuckle and
I nearly pulled off his cock to tell him to stop fucking around and push his
finger in, but Lionel was doing it his way and through that was greatly
increasing the level of sensation I was experiencing without a shred of pain.
By the time he got to having his finger buried in me up to his second knuckle I
could feel my orgasm starting to build and knew that I was not going to last
that much longer. Lionel must have been at about the same stage because he
began to move his pelvis to get his cock moving in and out of my mouth a bit
more; so I increased the suction and began to lift my head a bit and pump his
cock as the piston in my cylinder.
Suddenly I shuddered involuntarily and this shudder was enough to force my
sphincter over Lionel's knuckle and drive his finger all the way into my bum.
Lionel seemed to be aware immediately that he had brushed over my prostate and
he began to wiggle his finger to massage that lovely gland. I could not help it
as nature took over and I began to lift my hips and push my cock in and out of
his mouth just as he was doing to me and in effect we had moved from being
sucked to fucking the mouth that had been sucking us. I had spit running from
the corners of my mouth and I got some of that onto my fingers and smeared it
around Lionel's bum hole and then rather harshly I pushed my finger into him
and felt around to find his prostate to massage just as he was doing to me. I
knew I had found it when he groaned and the vibrations teased my cock such that
with just a few more strokes my balls pulled up and my cock head swelled as the
first spasm forced that sample of my cream up and out to tease the taste buds
in Lionel's mouth. Seconds later I felt the pressure on my finger as Lionel's
sphincter contracted onto my finger as his first shot forced its way out of his
cock into the back of my throat.
At least having a cock in our mouths muffled our groans and grunts of pleasure
and exertion so that they could not be heard outside the room. Or at least we
thought they were soft enough not to be heard.