It Happened So ...

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Chapter 74

Moira and Hennie stayed true to their word and when we woke up the next morning we were alone in the house. Hennie was somewhere out on the farm and Moira was serving in the farm shop. They had not yet employed a domestic servant to clean the house so we were free to roam about totally naked not that we had to because we took care of our full bladders in the toilet in Lionel's en suite bathroom and then went straight back to bed to take care of our next need which was completing the activity we had put on hold the night before. I asked Lionel if he was ok with being fucked again considering his last experiences at it and he said he was sure he would be ok because he was not being forced into it but was doing it because we love each other. Then I gave him the option of fucking me first or being fucked by me first and he chose to fuck me and then be fucked which suited me as I like to have the extra fore play.
Our love making was slow and gentle and it took a good while before he even put one finger up my bum let alone the second and third fingers and we had been exciting each other for probably about an hour before his cock penetrated me and then he kept the pace slow with steady long strokes that teased my prostate and his fraenulum to dizzy heights without bringing either of us off. But eventually nature took over and he lost control and his strokes got less regular and more forceful but because I had been properly prepared and cared for it did not hurt me at all and when he gave a really hard thrust I knew he was starting to empty his cum into me. His strokes became uneven and after a few stops and starts he pulled himself out of me and rolled onto his back lifting his legs into the air offered his hole to me.

Although my cock was leaking a string of pre-cum, I told him that it was not going to be that quick and he could lower his legs to stop them getting too tired for when the right time came. We went back to some fore play and after a short bit although I was playing with his nipples and breasts with my mouth I let my hand wander down and begin to play with his hole massaging lube into it and gradually working up to finger fucking him with three fingers before I moved positions and lined my cock up with his hole and eased it in. One thing I was one hundred percent sure of was that I was not going to fuck him in the way that he had described being fucked by his senior whose name was yet to be mentioned. So my cock was eased in gently with only enough pressure to gain the entry and my ears listening intently for the slightest sign of pain or discomfort on Lionel's part. I was not fucking him, but rather was making love to him and having experienced both I know there is a whole world of difference between them. Because Lionel was on his back on the bed and I was on top of him the cum I could feel oozing out of my bum was running down my perineum and over my ball bag to help lubricate my cock and his hole even more.
Like Lionel I tried to take my time and work in a measured rhythm but also lost it when the time came and found myself pounding into his arse as I built up to that last final thrust that pushes your cock in as far as it can possibly get to deposit those little baby makers as deep inside and give them the best opportunity to make land fall in the right place. Of course where I was leaving my lot, they were doomed from the start, but nobody told them that.

We lay in the afterglow of our love making for a while and then headed into the bathroom for a joint shower where we washed each other from head to foot and making sure that as we stepped out of the shower enclosure we had our pointers going ahead of us indicating in which direction we were facing. Drying each other helped to maintain that erect state and as we stepped back into the bedroom we heard Moira in the kitchen and realised that it was already lunch time and so pulled on our shorts and shirts allowing our cocks to go soft again before going through to greet her in the kitchen.
"Have you two only just got up?" She asked.
"No! We have both been up quite a while, just not dressed." Lionel answered with a cheeky grin showing his ma he was fully aware of the double meaning of his answer.
"Oh Lionel, you are so bad." She replied, but was grinning too acknowledging in that grin that for once Lionel had got the better of her.
"Does that mean that you have not had any breakfast either?" Moira inquired.
"Ja we have only now come out of the room." Lionel admitted.
"Right we will have some sandwiches and cool drink together for lunch as we are having a big meal tonight." Moira answered and began to get the various things together on the kitchen table for us to make our own sandwiches.

We remained clothed for the rest of the afternoon and sat down to a smashing meal that Moira spent most of the afternoon preparing. I am not a great one for curry dishes but hers was so tasty with just a hint of burning spices that I found quite enjoyable. After dinner we moved into their lounge and Hennie served drinks which included beers for Lionel and me and wine for ma and Moira and we discussed the feeding arrangements for Lionel and me settling on that we would eat at whichever house we were staying in for the night unless there was some special reason why we needed to eat at our own homes. Lionel and I did not really get a say in the matter but the plan suited us and so it did not matter much that we had not been included in the decision making.
Lionel and I spent as much time together as we could and neither of us had to use our own hands to bring us off during the entire holiday. That is quite something considering we each had a minimum of two orgasms every day and some days that more than tripled.

During the second week of the holidays Oom Jakob arrived home from a trip to town with the post in that there was a letter addressed to Hennie from the public prosecutor's office. Basically it said that the state was bringing a prosecution against the three teens for sodomy and that Lionel would have to go and make a sworn statement under caution. They also wanted this done as soon as possible and so Hennie went straight across to ma to discuss it and the next day they made a phone call with the upshot that we went to town early Friday morning. We being Lionel, Hennie and myself.
Lionel found that having told me the story it was slightly easier to go through some details with the attorney who would bring the prosecution. He also advised Lionel and Hennie that the statement should be sufficient and considering Lionel's age the judge probably would refuse the defence the opportunity to cross examine Lionel so he would most likely not have to appear in court at all. This was a great relief for Lionel and that night as we lay in the big double bed his fore play and love making was different. He was far more tender and loving and I am sure that need to keep his fear of appearing in court as a witness hidden had been playing havoc with his emotions and he had not been able to express his true feelings in the way he was doing so lovingly now.
This new aspect to our relationship strengthened it and gave us a deeper intimacy than we had had up to then. Such that when I came the sensations were so strong and the emotions so high I had tears of love and joy running down my face and I did not care who saw them. I loved this boy with all my heart and there was nothing that could change that. And nothing has to this day.
Our love had happened so naturally that it was inevitable that it would be strong and long lasting carrying us over the turmoil's of life in a place where for the first several years we had to keep it secret.

By the time we went back to school for the next term we had not heard anything more about the prosecution against Lionel's tormentors and it was not until we got home for the next holidays that Hennie showed us a little piece in one of the national newspapers they had picked up on a town run where there was mention that three seventeen year olds had been sent to juvenile prison for two years each for the forced sodomy of a minor. The article ended with a statement from one of the parents saying they were shocked at the actions of their children and they offered their unreserved apology to the boy their children had molested. The wording of the statement showed that Lionel's identity had not been revealed in the trial and I could see a weight lift off his shoulders as this became clear to him. He had worried that the families might try to seek some sort of revenge on him for ruining the lives of their children, but their reaction was one of shame at their own children and not anger towards the victim.

That final year of my first year in boarding school I served with Mark as the scorer for the school's first team and watched them lift the trophy with the best score record ever in the history of the trophy. Jules got a special award for the most runs scored in the championship league ever and he went on to play for the national team and spent a year as the vice-captain of the team during the teams finest year on record. Our away trips were just as much fun both on the field and later at night as we had enjoyed the first term. Mark and I were subjected to some interesting variations on several themes during the night time exploits, but nothing we could not handle and nothing that left a permanent mark except a lasting pleasant memory and nothing we ever felt was forced on us so we also never felt the need to use the refusal clause we had been given right at the start.
John's treatment of us as skivvies also never faltered and when it came time to part as John left to go on to university we were both rather sad. We had commissioned Oliver to do a sketch of Mark and I together, naked and erect to give to John to take away with him. Oliver enjoyed having us pose for him and took longer over the sketch than he did for his normal pictures. We could see a tent in his shorts some times as he sketched away over several sittings and I am sure he got a bit of a thrill out of looking at us naked, with hard ons and jacking each other when our erections began to soften. When we gave the sketch to John he actually got a catch in his voice and his eyes glistened with the start of tears. I do believe that he had come to love us in his own way just as much as we loved him in our ways.
For the rest of our stay at the school, with not having to skivvy anymore, Mark and I helped each other out regularly such that we seldom had to resort to our own hands to relieve our sexual needs.
For our final year at school we both became school prefects and Mark was Head Boy. As such he was in charge of the seniors in the hostel and I got to look after the first years in the same dorm I had been in for my first year and had John's room to use for myself. This meant that I got the pick of the dorm for my skivvy and not having any information about any of them before they arrived for their first day at school I chose to wait a few days and observe before making my choice. This turned out to be a wise decision because Stuart, the boy who first caught my eye, turned out to be one that I would have struggled with for the whole year. In fact the senior who did get him gave up and chose not to have a skivvy rather than having him. My second choice was a boy named Gavin. He had come from an English speaking background and was in boarding school because his father's work involved moving around the country a lot and they wanted a stable environment for Gavin in his schooling. He was the only boy in the dorm who did not come from a farming background and this made him feel the odd one out right from the start.

A few of the boys in the dorm had never been naked in front of anyone else since they had started dressing themselves and this dorm life came as a bit of a shock to them. I picked up on this the first night and so got them all in the shower block together and made them all get as naked as I was. I told them that before they showered they had to talk to each of the others including me and then we would all shower together explaining that this was to help those who were not used to being naked in front of others to find out that it was ok and nothing dropped off or got teased. One of the rules I introduced right from the start was to show respect and not make fun of others in a hurtful way. I wanted the boys to enjoy what I had enjoyed in my first experience of living in a dormitory with a bunch of other boys. It was in this familiarisation exercise that I picked up on Gavin being the odd one out. It was clear that when the others talked about a bull servicing a cow he had no idea of what they were discussing until the description and language they were using made it clear, then he became interested. After the showers I sat around in the dorm with them just chatting and getting to know them and one of the guys brought the collecting of semen from a bull for artificial insemination into the conversation and when they were talking about basically wanking the bull I noticed that Gavin had to adjust his cock in his shorts and this got bells going in my head. By lights-out on the second night I had already decided that my first choice of Stuart was a no go and that I needed to concentrate on Gavin and observe if he showed any other signs when talk got around to something to do sexually with males. This was not that hard as boys will often bring some sort of sexual inference into their conversations and often that inference will be gay in content.