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My Past Revealed Chapter 4
Adie and I went back to the 21st. century occasionally to see my parents and it was during one of these trips that I noticed some old buildings, almost lost to jungle now, but when I investigated further and compared it with my master plan I realised that my actions back in the 19th. century were showing as being carried forward. I checked with the land registry and found that virtually all the land we thought of as ours did in fact belong to the Negro families that I had emancipated.
We now found ourselves staying longer in modern times as I tried to find the families concerned. It was incredibly difficult, but what had happened was that as agriculture became less profitable for smallholders the families had left the land to make money in the cities. It took me nearly three years, but at the end of that time I had found all but a few of them. I approached the head of each of the families explained how they came to own the land. Most had no idea so what I proposed was that they sign over the land to me again, for a small consideration. I explained that what I intended to do was parcel up the plots into areas large enough to support a family as a farm, I would then give the original families that were interested in returning to the land, decent sized farms. The land was all overgrown but I knew it was very rich and would support cash crops in abundance. I was surprised that none of the modern day families gave me any problem, and several of them took up my offer. They took out mortgages on the properties to give them working capital to clear the land and plant crops. It was a magical experience for me, and Adie said he loved me even more for helping families over a period of 200 years.
I was delighted with the boys as they passed into full manhood. Several of them who had graced our bed were not truly gay, but they loved sex and with the family situation they couldn't get sex the way they had been able to as slaves so they would occasionally still ask to join us. One such boy had been a revelation as he grew into manhood. At puberty his penis went wild and by the time he was twenty he had a real monster that both Adie and I loved to feel roaming around our insides. I was so lucky, Adie was as big a cock slut as me and in consequence our own love making had remained incredible and our love for each other just grew with it. The boy was named Peter. Apparently his mother, even as a slave, had got religion and when he was born, apparently sired by my great x many grandfather. He was quite pale and reasonably attractive. Quite honestly I would have had him in my bed for a love making session every day. I never learned to deep throat him but I did manage to take all of him in my arse, God that was so good. Adie only managed about 2/3 of him. I loved slathering over his monster cock before he planted it in my arse, and Adie usual completed the spit roast so that I had his sperm in one end, and Peter's in the other.
The other boy that we indulged with regularly was Clinton. He had been sired by a soldier who passed through during the civil war and raped one of the girls. His appendage was long and thick, but not exceptional. What made him special was his arse. We never got tired of fucking him even though we were middle aged by the time he allowed himself to be used regularly. He used to squat over a stool with his hard cock pushed down between his legs and we would fuck him stooped over him. There was never any foreplay, Adie and I would excite each other and then just lube up and fuck him to orgasm. He would invariably cum with each of us, without touching himself. ********************* My parents were quite old when they died so my son was nearly thirty. He had grown into a fine young man, eager to make his way in the world and was content to allow me to divide up the plantation among the workers.
"Just leave me the house and a few acres, Dad. I am happy working in finance and don't want to bother with a plantation that is becoming more problematic to run every year. After you have gone I will protect the interests of the workers as much as I can and teach my son to do the same until such time as the Negro obtains equal status in our world."
He did and it obviously worked. Adie and I engineered our deaths so that we could return to the 21st. century, which we had never told my son about and that is where I end my story. We had enough money to live out our lives and I made a will that would leave everything to a charity when we died. My life had been amazing, and so much fun after accepting our time travel.
I loved Adie from the day I first set eyes on him until the present time and now we live a monogamous life, happy in our shared love and experiences.
The End