It Happened So ...

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Chapter 79

Gavin wasted no time in getting the bed a little way away from the wall and then climbed onto it and sat in the middle looking at us with our hard cocks. We told him to lie down across it with his bum on one edge of the bed and his head on the opposite edge closest to the wall. Mark moved around to the wall side and dropping a pillow onto the floor, he knelt down and pointed his cock at the Gavin's mouth. Gavin needed no further instruction and just opened his mouth to allow Mark's cock to slide in.
"You see Gavin, this is what happens when you agree to a threesome, especially if you are the junior because you get to be the piggy in the middle of the spit." I told him while I lubed up his bum. Gavin could not reply to that because he had a mouth full of cock and although Mark had not started to fuck his mouth, I could see that Gavin had his tongue at work doing what he could to the head of Mark's cock.
In the meantime I had pushed a finger into his bum to get the lube spread around a bit and then got a second finger in to help stretch him. Gavin was in no doubt that he was about to lose his cherry and our talks of the previous evenings had assured me that he was more than willing to lose it to me. Even my suggestion that he might want to keep his cherry for the person he fell in love with was quashed in his eagerness to experience all things homosexual. It took a few minutes for me to get him ready and during that time Mark waited patiently not moving a lot but enjoying the tongue work that Gavin was doing.
I pulled my fingers out and positioned my lubed up cock at his entrance and began to apply some pressure.
"It is probably going to hurt a bit at first, but just relax and push out as if you were dropping a dump and it will go easier." Mark told Gavin.
As soon as Gavin pushed out my cock head slipped in and his sphincter grabbed it as it pushed my foreskin back to allow the ridge of my helmet to lie behind the muscle. The whiteness of Gavin's knuckles as he grabbed the sheet told me that he was experiencing some pain and so I just stayed still for a few moments until I felt his bum relax a bit. Then I pushed in again about an inch although the knuckles whitened again, they soon had their colour back as he relaxed and I got another inch in. Gradually I worked in until my pubes were tickling his balls and inside thighs. As I saw him relax again, I began a slow but steady withdrawal pulling out until just my head remained in him. Then as I pushed forward again, Mark also pushed forward and so began our steady and timed spit roast fucking of Gavin.

With his head tipped back it was easier for him to take Mark's cock deeper into his mouth and Mark guided him along so that he was able to swallow the full length of Mark's cock which had grown to nearly double the size it was when I first met Mark five years earlier. And with that teaching and encouragement we were both able to long-dick Gavin and keep up the slow and tempered rhythm for a good while.
Gradually the pained expression on Gavin's face turned into one of pleasure and each time my cock stroked his internal love spot, he dribbled some more precum out onto his belly.
As the feelings built in us, Mark and I naturally increased our speed to where our balls were making a sound as they slapped against Gavin's skin and Gavin would later tell us that he had to keep his eyes closed for fear of having his eyeballs injured by the weight of Mark's balls smashing into them like a wrecking ball on a demolition site. Because Mark and I had been helping each other out for the last five years we both knew how to pace ourselves and this helped us to blow our loads within seconds of each other into the opposite ends of our pig on his spit.
I also knew that Gavin would cum fairly quickly and when I thought it was about the right time I began to wank him using the volumes of precum he had oozed out onto his belly for lube. My timing was slightly out and I had already shot my load into his bum when he tightened up on it and I could feel his contractions on my softening cock as his muscles moved his cum up his cock and out in an arc that first hit Mark on his chest and then left a line of cum down his stomach and over Gavin's face and chest before he ran out of steam dribbled the last bits over my hand.

Mark and I pulled out of Gavin and moved over to the basin to wash up while Gavin stayed on the bed recovering from his time with us. Mark took my wash cloth reserved for such clean up purposes and moved over to Gavin and gently washed the cum off his face first and then his chest before moving on down and wiping his butt picking up the cum that was leaking from his bum. Fortunately his bum was still hanging just over the edge of the bed and so the drips had landed on my bedside rug and were easily cleaned off of that by means of rubbing them with a damp cloth.
"I can do this for you because you are not my skivvy, but don't expect it every time." Mark told Gavin as he wiped the last remnants from his crack.
"I won't, but thank you it is nice to have that done to you. Another time I might have the opportunity to return the favour." Gavin responded. He had clearly picked up on the suggestion in Mark's comments that there might be a repeat performance sometime and shown that he was willing to participate in that performance.
"You are right. He is quick. Well done young man." Mark said and Gavin got another of his signature grins on his face as he beamed at the praise being given to him by no less than the head boy.

Mark got dressed and left us then to go and check on how his skivvy was doing in his absence. Although Mark was enjoying some action with Julius, their relationship had not developed as fast as mine and Gavin's had which was not surprising because Gavin was definitely the most advanced physically out of all the first year boys and probably was the top intellectually as well. In fact I was sure that he could have held his own against boys two years his senior without much difficulty.
Understanding that need for discretion was also good for us as Mark and I got in a few more spit roast and other three some sessions with him during the course of the year and we all left at the end of the year with an overload of each other's protein in our systems.
Like Mark and I, Gavin had found a friend who was of the same way as him and almost as bright and I allowed them times to use my room for their mutual gratification and enjoyed some three-way action with them as well in return for the use of my room. This meant that when Mark and I moved on to our respective careers Gavin had someone to share his love and sperm with. I also have little doubt that Gavin will probably be made head boy in a few years' time and possibly his side kick will also be chosen as a prefect.

It was during my fourth year in school that the white minority government left office and a new majority rule government came into power under the leadership of Nelson Mandella and within just a few short months we learnt that homosexuality had been legalised and we no longer were under the threat of up to seven years in prison for practicing it. Of course there was and is still a lot of prejudice amongst the population towards all of these sorts of issues and some still will take the law into their own hands and commit severe atrocities against the gay community. But back on Stywe Piel Plass if the work force did object they never showed any sign of it and I am sure that by the time Lionel and I were sixteen there was not a black person working for us who did not know or at least think that there was something of that nature between the two of us. It might just be that they knew which side their bread was buttered, but I like to believe that it is because they have a respect for us because of the way we treat them compared with how some others get treated by less tolerant employers.
It was also in that year we turned sixteen that Oom Jakob and Willie, now out of school, chose to leave our farm and go somewhere else. Ma got in another single man to help on the farm while I completed my schooling and then when we finished the man's contract ended as well and he moved on vacating what had been Oom Jakob's house and Lionel and I moved into it together. This definitely let the workforce know that we were gay because we never slept in separate beds and our house worker could not have missed that. Added to which the fact that we both walk around the house naked more than we do dressed and kiss and cuddle in the lounge while the worker is on duty has probably been shared with each and every member of staff we employ.
Our living in our own house has had the added benefit of making it easier for ma's boyfriend, Jannie, to move in with her. He does not work on the farm as he has his own on-line computer business and with the advances in telecommunications the nation has seen he is able to run his business from the farm and only needs to go into town about once a week.

Jannie has also brought our farm into the twentieth century and helped us to upgrade to the use of computers which we are networked on and so I can sit here in my house, at the computer, naked and write this final chapter in my story and also communicate with ma and Hennie as well as my friends elsewhere.
Lionel and I will stay together and someday when and if gay marriage is legalised in South Africa we will get married, but until then our life is together here on the farm.
And what will happen to the farm when I get too old to run it? Well my cousin, Hendrik, having tasted a bi lifestyle for most of his teen years has chosen to follow the heterosexual route and is due to get married to the girl of his life in nine months' time. So I rather think that my farm will go to one of their children when the time comes for it to be passed on.

Eight years ago my pa died so tragically and I learned what heart ache really is all about. Through that I learnt to lust and then to love. What happened between Willie and me was pure lust, but what happened between Lionel and me was pure nature. Yes it happened so naturally that it was meant to be and will stand the test of time. My hope for you is that your love will also be born so naturally that it too will stand the test of time and trials.

 

 

Author's Note
This story has been some time in the writing and I hope that you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Some of my stories have been left with the option of writing a sequel to them, but this is now a closed book.

Thank you for reading my creation.