It Happened So ...
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Chapter 65
We lay side by side for a little bit and I felt myself
dozing off; thinking that in the silence Lionel might be dropping off also, I
nudged him and suggested that he had better get back to his own bed before
someone found us asleep together in the same bed in the morning. Lionel said
that he wished we could sleep together for a whole night without worrying about
who might see and then reluctantly got off my bed and went over to get under
the sheet in his bed. I also got under my top sheet and any observer would have
noticed that only minutes later we were both asleep not to wake until the sun
was shining through our window in the morning.
My body was tuned to waking at half past five in the morning because that was
the time we were woken at school most mornings even though the official rising
time was six o'clock. Six was ample time for most people but the dawdlers
forced the loss of that extra half hour of sleep each day. So it was that I
woke at half past five that morning, and realising by the difference in the
feel of the bed that I was at home and did not need to get up that early this
first day back, I turned over and closed my eyes once more and soon was dozing
away another hour and half of my day.
Lionel had also woken up as early as I did and had done the same as me. Had we
known it, we might have started our day a little differently than the way we
did. But there is no point in thinking in "what if's" and so on to "what did."
When I woke up the second time, I thought Lionel was still
asleep and quietly got out of bed and pulled a pair of shorts on to go down the
passage and relieve the pressure in my bladder.
My thoughts were interrupted as Lionel said, "Wait, I'll come with you." And
started to get out of bed to pull his shorts on.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?" I asked.
"Nee, I have been awake for a little while but didn't want to disturb you."
Lionel responded.
"Come on! Or else I will pee in my pants." I urged him on which caused a little
giggle to come out of Lionel and then a display of definite slowing in
dressing. I mean how long can a guy take to pull a pair of cotton shorts up his
legs, no matter how long those legs are?
Once in the bathroom the usual golden sword fight took place amidst some more
giggles and then we decided to have a shower together to wake us up and so off
came the shorts before we brushed our teeth and then we were in the shower and
soaping each other up in more ways than one.
Relieved of our tension by means of the other's hand and all washed down the drain
we dried off and pulling our shorts back on went back to the bedroom where we
pulled on a T shirt each and headed out to the kitchen to see what Phineas
could tease our appetites with.
Ma must have heard us eating and chatting and came out of the office to see us.
She called for Phineas to bring the coffee pot and after pouring herself a mug
she asked us what we thought we might do for the rest of the day.
"I don't know. We haven't really discussed it or thought about it." I answered.
"Well here is a suggestion. Take the
little Ferguson tractor and head over to the dams to see if there is any repair
work needed on the fences. Then you can go for a swim for the rest of the
morning and be back here in time for lunch. Hennie and Moira have asked for the
afternoon off together so that they can spend some time with Lionel and I have
cleared my work to spend some time with you. Then after that we will all have a
lazy Sunday and on Monday I will put you to work with Stephan." Ma said.
"You mean I can take the tractor by myself?" I asked.
"No. Lionel can go with you if he wants and as he is interested in earning some
money these holidays we will find jobs for the two of you to do together." Ma
explained. "Just be careful and no showing off and you will be safe."
"What about Willie?" I asked.
"Willie is spending the weekend with his dad, and then on Monday he is going
with Stephan to spend the week with Johannes. When he comes back he too will be
given work, but mostly with his pa." Ma told us.
I did not know at the time, but ma was already aware that Willie and Johan were
an item together and did not want to have too much to do with Lionel and me as
that would kind of cramp their friendship.
So, once we had finished breakfast we went out to the tractor shed and fired up the little blue tractor. It was the smallest and lowest powered of the lot and we used it mainly for pulling a trailer with a load on it. We would not be pulling the trailer today because it was parked over by the Durrant's house with the raw thatching grass on it waiting to be sorted and combed. I sat on the tractor seat and Lionel positioned himself on the mudguard of the big back wheel and held onto the post that supported the small overhead canopy. It was going to take us about half an hour to get to the dams and then at least an hour to ride along the fence line and check it for repair needs. That would give us about two hours in which to swim and relax. Sitting on the tractor did make talking quite difficult as the noise of the engine and the rattles of the chains and shackles on the hitches drowned out our voices. Such that although we had a lot to talk about, our conversation dwindled to nothing before we had got ten minutes away from the house. It did not stop Lionel though and he lifted his foot, which somehow had lost the tackie he was wearing when he got on the tractor, and initially placed it on my seat beside my leg. Like this I could see up his shorts leg a little but not enough to see anything that would interest me, especially as most of the interesting bits were dangling down the other leg. Moments later his toe started to wiggle against my leg and then his foot lifted more and he swung it over my leg so that his toe could be worked up the leg of my shorts. Or rather the foot could push the leg of my shorts up and by lifting my leg a bit to allow the material to shift upwards under my leg he soon had a toe wriggling against my ball bag and a tent in my shorts where my cock had forced the material to rise. Unfortunately I had to keep both hands on the wheel of the tractor to keep it under control along the rough farm roads and so was unable to return the favour, but he clearly was enjoying what he was doing judging by the way he had to adjust his shorts several times and in the end pushed his hand down inside the waist band and swing his cock around so that it peeked its tip out the top of his shorts.
As we examined the fence and found a few spots requiring
some work we had to stop for Lionel to make some notes of what was needed to be
done and where the repair was required so that whoever it was who came out to
do the work would be able to find it quickly and would have the right tools and
equipment with him to do the job.
At last our task was completed and we were able to stop alongside the dam's
edge near a big shady tree and have some fun with no one nearby to see what we
were doing. Naturally the first thing we did was strip off and free our boners.
Then it was a dash into the cooling water and some good splashing around with a
lot of cock grabbing and fondling. After about half an hour of that we got out
of the water and moved to sit on a rock under the shade of the big tree. We sat
side by side but facing in opposite directions so that we could look at each
other and also reach each other and fondle while we talked. We had not lost our
boners in the water and now we just made sure they continued to stay hard and
give us pre-cum to slick over them while we wanked
them. We started off telling how much we had missed each other and this led to
me telling Lionel that I did not want him to move out of my bedroom. Lionel
admitted that he did not want to do so either and would talk to his parents
about having two beds in his room so that if he was not sleeping in my room, then
I could sleep in his room. Lionel also said that he now had had a chance to
look at the layout of their house and his room was at the opposite side to his
parents and had its own bathroom with a shower and loo and also a private door
to the outside.
We agreed that as we were being forced to spend time apart that afternoon we
would try to use it as a chance to speak to our respective parents about still
sharing rooms when we were on the farm together.
"I'm getting close, do you want to have me fuck you or do you want to suck me
or just keep on wanking me?" I asked.
"Let's save the fuck for tonight when we can be more comfortable in our
bedroom. For now, just let me wank you while we kiss." Lionel answered and
leaned towards me. I leaned forward at the same time and as our mouths met our
tongue tips met because we had both parted our lips and began to duel for
supremacy in the other's mouth. Lionel used his other hand and began to tweak
and twist my nipples. This added stimulation was sufficient to bring on my orgasm
and as I began to tense up I pulled my head away so that his tongue was not in
my mouth and I would not bite down on it. Then grunts and jerks saw me produce
my seed in spurts that initially shot higher than my knees but eventually ended
up as dribble sliding down over Lionel's fingers still clamped around my cock.
As I came down off my orgasmic high, I realised that my hand was closed tightly
around Lionel's cock but I had stopped stroking him. This was probably better
because I was holding him so tight I might have skinned his cock alive had I
pulled up on it. Softening my grip, I resumed stroking him and we went back
into a kiss. Once again I did not even think about it, but just moved in
automatically as if this was the most natural thing in the world to do. To kiss
the boy you were wanking. But it was not
the most natural thing to do with just any boy you might wank, rather it only happened
so naturally with the boy that you loved and my head was slowly coming round to
that realisation.
Well the interruption and vice like grip had put Lionel a bit behind and so it
did take some extra work to bring him off, and again just as he was about to
cum, he pulled his head away and groaned as his buttocks clenched and his
muscles worked their peristaltic action to eject his jism into the air and all
over his legs and my body. Like me he ended with the dribble running down his
cock over my fingers. I licked that dribble off and then we decided we needed
to go for another swim. A bit more frolicking about in the water with less cock
grabbing but more talk of things we had experienced at school.
Lionel's term had been spent skivvying for his prefect
and like us had had to do most of that naked and he had had to suck his prefect
off or let his prefect fuck him, but most nights he did not get wanked to
orgasm by the prefect and had to wait until he got the opportunity in his bed
or in the loo.
When I described what had happened firstly with my dorm prefect and then also
on the away trips with the cricket team Lionel got quite excited and this was
evident in the boner that kept popping up out of the water. When we left the
water to sit on the rock to dry off some more before heading home he wanted me
to tell him some more of what had gone on. Even without touching either of our
cocks the telling had us both hard once more and Lionel also had a tear-drop of
pre-cum hanging on a thread of the same from the tip of his cock. I leant
forward and sucked it off before declaring that we should probably head off for
home once more to have our lunch and what we believed was to be a boring
afternoon.
We decided to risk it and travel some of the way back to the
homesteads naked which kept our boners bobbing in unison with the shake and
rattle of the tractor as it bumped along the road. When we got to about ten
minutes from the house, I pulled to a halt and we pulled on our shorts and tackies, but left our shirts off and by the time we got
home, our boners had softened and we were reasonably presentable, but a bit
grubby from the dust settling on us. We had a few minutes before lunch and so
opted for a quick shower where we could not help but give each other a boner
again, but there was not enough time to orgasm and so we had to try and get
soft while we dried and dressed again.
Lionel pulled on his shirt and then turned and pulled me into an embrace and
kissed me telling me he would see me later on. I pulled my shirt on after the
kiss and then we both walked down the passage; but where I turned into our
dining room, Lionel carried straight on and out the back door to go over to eat
with his parents in the caravan.
Ma and I sat down and had our lunch which consisted of cold meats and
sandwiches with some salad stuff grown in our own garden. Ma asked about the
morning and how much work was needed on the fences while we ate and I gave her
a run down on it explaining that we had written it all down so that we would
not forget something we had noticed. Ma then told me she was proud of me and
the way I was taking such a responsible attitude towards the jobs she was
giving me on the farm. Then she added that pa would have been very proud of his
son too. This got me a little emotional and I sat in silence for a bit getting
control of myself. I think ma realised this and left me in my silence while we
finished eating our lunch.
After lunch ma told Phineas to serve our coffee on the veranda and we went out
there. While we waited for the coffee to be brought ma asked me how things were
going at school and said she was very pleased with the half term report that had
been sent to her and that she anticipated the end of term report would not be
any different. I told her that I was enjoying school and had been selected to
be the scorer for the cricket team and that meant that I did some weekend trips
with them which were fun. Of course I did not elaborate on what happened on
those trips or quite what the fun parts were. Our conversation then moved on to
what was happening on the farm and the work that was going on and where Lionel
and I could help with it.
I must admit that I did feel quite grown-up with the way that ma was discussing
things with me and had found that I was quite comfortable in putting forward my
own thoughts and opinions because ma would listen and then tell me what she
thought of what I had suggested. Sometimes she would point out a flaw or error
in my thinking but at other times she would acknowledge that I had a good idea
and would think about putting it into practice.
Whether ma had engineered the conversation in this way or not, I still do not know but I was suddenly jarred out of my comfort zone when ma said, "Now we seriously need to talk about yours and Lionel's relationship and situation."