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Seaward Plantation
Chapter nine
When Mark Appleby finally entered the dark, quiet house after the naming ceremony for baby Apple, and his surprising intimacy with Priam, it sounded as if everyone was asleep. Tip-toeing up the stairs, he slipped into his own room. Cassius, Pan, and Bacchus lay sound asleep, a soft snoring in the air, tangled caramel brown and light brown limbs in the moonlight on the disordered sheets. A light smell of semen hung in the air.
Smiling, and pleasantly surprised, Appleby withdrew to what was really Cassius's room across the hall, although the sixteen year old boy had not yet slept in it since arriving at Seaward. He wondered whether the thirteen year old twins had initiated tonight's sexual escapade, or had the sixteen year old slave been the leader. Feeling sated himself, he was glad for the respite. Shedding his clothes, he tumbled naked into the bed.
Appleby had busy dreams but nevertheless a restful night. Sometimes he floated in the air, looking down on brown bodies coupling passionately. Sometimes he was the moon, and a black man lifted a brown baby up to him. Sometimes he was hunting a snake, which he found, and wrestled into submission. At the end, he slept dreamlessly, and awoke in the early morning light. As usual in a healthy male, he was sporting a stiff erection. Appleby luxuriantly rubbed his hand on his muscled belly, pondering what he should do about his stiff rod, when he heard a soft low voice just at the door to his room.
"Good morning, Master Mark." Rising up on one elbow, he saw the new mulatto slave, Cassius, standing in the doorway, leaning slightly against the frame, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Like a light brown marble statue, the long smooth muscles and flawless skin of the sixteen year old boy took Appleby's breath away. He was simply and naturally naked, his thick brown penis experiencing a morning semi-erection. The boy stopped kneading his eyes, stretched, yawned, and stood up straight, smiling at his master.
"Pan and Bacchus had to get up early, they said it is their turn to weed the garden," said the boy. "We.... we went to bed without you last night. I said to wait, but they wouldn't." Appleby smiled, feeling quite sure that the story was correct, that the randy little goats would have lured Cassius to bed with their master or without him.
"It's alright, Cassius. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, master, very well thank you." He smiled shyly, an angel fallen out of a painting. Appleby threw the sheet back and patted the bed beside him, wordlessly. Smiling and willingly, the boy came and slipped gracefully alongside his master.
Appleby simply drank in the boy's classic beauty for a while, the two smiling at each other, Cassius willing and waiting. The white man ran his fingers through the boy's mop of thick, black curls, tangling his fingers in it, then pulling his head slightly towards him and kissing him. Deliberately, slowly, Appleby sucked one full, moist lip and then another into his mouth while his hands fondled the black curls. Cassius's breathing began to increase, and following his master's lead he ran his fingers through the shoulder length light brown hair of the white man. Appleby invaded the boy's mouth with his tongue, pushing in as far as it would go, exploring teeth, then sucking the boy's tongue into his own mouth until the sixteen year old whimpered.
Appleby rolled over on top of the boy, rigid penises aligned together, straight up between heaving, pulsing abdominal muscles slick with precum. The white man aligned his body perfectly on top of the boy, adjusting for his greater height: thighs pressed flat against muscular thighs, his feet a little below the tan soles of the mulatto boy. Appleby intertwined his fingers on both hands with those of his slave, then extended their four arms straight up and out in a "Y" shape. His body balanced on the boy, grinding his groin down into groin, Appleby kissed the boy's light brown face, nibbled his neck, bit hard on an ear lobe which brought a gasp to interrupt the boy's heavy breathing. Rocking and squirming, they held this position for several minutes. Appleby decided it was time.
He rose up off of the boy and gently turned him over onto his belly while placing a pillow under the boy's pelvis. Flat against the bed except for his raised butt, the sixteen year old presented an inviting feast, his perfectly rounded, flat-sided and dimpled buttocks revealing a dark valley between the butt muscles, but tightly compressed. Cassius's rampant cock lay straight up along his belly, but the heavy, wide, tight ballsack was clearly visible resting against the pillow just beneath his brown asshole. In the boy's secret places his skin darkened from coffee and cream to medium brown.
Appleby reached for the petroleum jelly by the bedside and lubricated two fingers. With these he gently massaged the boy's love hole, scratching it and pushing the tip of a finger in.... then a whole finger.... then two. With each new step the boy caught his breath and sighed but did not protest. When the boy's sphincter felt loosened from his manipulations, Appleby caught up more of the lubricant and spread it over his own penis, which by now was well lubricated already with precum, and rigidly hard.
The white man got into position, stretched out behind and above his slave, supporting his torso with one hand while the other hand guided his cock to the boy's asshole. He pushed gently, eliciting a gasp and an "O! Master!" from the boy. The head of his dick was inside. He waited, then slowly slid his penis in halfway. Cassius gasped again, whimpering and clutching the bedsheets but making no protest. A final push landed his iron stiff penis all the way inside the boy. He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in slowly. The boy's heavy breathing gave way to a sigh, and the white man knew he was ready.
In and out he began sliding. Looking down he could see his dark pink penis sliding in and out of the brown hills of the slave boy's butt. Lowering himself to lie directly on the boy, Appleby slid his arms around the slave to lock their two bodies together. Appleby's hands clutched the mulatto's boxy chest, tweaking his nipples, pulling himself into the slave's flesh. His other hand roamed the tight spaces between the bed and the boy's belly, grasping Cassius's rigid penis and manipulating it, rubbing the cockhead hard with his thumb. The slave boy groaned with pleasure now, and was thrusting his butt up to meet his master's rhythmic thrusts. Appleby's head was even with Cassius's shoulders, which he bit and licked, breathing in the clean boy smell of his body, lost in the coffee and cream skin over hard muscles.
Faster and faster the white man pumped, until from far away inside his body he could feel the moment coming like a powerful locomotive. Closer and closer it came, and then Appleby bucked hard, nearly coming out of the boy's butt in his spasms, nearly breaking the boy's ribs pulling the two bodies together. Three and then four times the white man clenched his butt muscles to drive his shooting sperm into the black's warm rectum. Feeling the flood inside him, the slave called "Master, master, master" softly.
For a moment the white man and mulatto boy merged together, two souls reaching through flesh to unite, anchored tightly between penis and asshole. Then Appleby, drained, rolled off to the side, breathing heavily. He pulled the pillow out from under the boy's hips, wet with his discharge that dribbled from the boy's slack rectum, and remaining on his back, lifted Cassius's hips and pulled the boy's groin over his face. Understanding what was planned, Cassius inserted his rampant cock into his master's mouth, pushing his torso up off the bed to arch over the white man's head on extended arms. Appleby took the boy's medium brown rigid penis into his mouth, and sucked hard. His hands grasped the tight, rounded buttocks of his slave and squeezed, digging his fingernails into the hard muscles. The boy began pumping slowly at first, then quickly, looking down as his dark penis slid in and out of the white man's mouth. Faster and deeper he pumped, Appleby fighting down a gag reflex, until the boy cried out wildly and slammed his groin into his master's face, holding it there, withdrawing it to pump rapidly three times, slamming it forward again. The boy held it there as the aftershocks of his orgasm subsided, looking down with awe at this white man who had come into his life with so many wonderful changes. Spent, the boy eventually pulled out and rolled over next to his master.
In the gathering light, master and slave boy caressed each other, hands running lightly over sweaty skin. Kisses, nibbles, soft bites--breathing began to return to normal. Eventually, Appleby sat up in the morning light. "Let's begin the day!" he said, and the boy readily agreed. Together, naked, they walked down to the bath room to clean themselves and each other, then returned to dress in preparation for that day's adventures.
As they were eating breakfast, Appleby and Cassius heard the sound of footsteps running up the verandah stairs and into the house. Troy, panting, smiled at the two while handing an envelope to his master. "A letter for you, Master Mark," he said, "brought by boat by two of their servants."
Appleby looked at the note and opened it quickly. "The pleasure of your company is requested," it began, and went on to offer an invitation to spend two nights at the Ashley Plantation, to culminate in a formal ball. The affair was to begin in a couple of days.
Appleby thought quickly. First in his mind was the question of the security of the island. "Who brought this, and where is that person?" he asked Troy. "Two of the servants from Ashley, master," he said, "they are waiting down at the pier in their boat. I asked Mama to carry some refreshment down to them."
"Is there any white person with them?"
"No, master."
"Good. It is best if nobody comes up into the island itself," Appleby said, "we.... we do not want to be observed." Troy agreed wholeheartedly. Now, as for the invitation..... "Do you know where Ashley Plantation is, Troy? Is it far?" Troy replied that it was not; Seaward Plantation lay just outside, to the east or "seaward," of the pincers of land that formed the harbor of Charleston, and Ashley Plantation was just inside the harbor side of one of those pincers, upstream from the estuary of one of several streams that emptied into the harbor. It was no longer a trip than it would be to go into Charleston.
Making a quick decision, Appleby decided that it could not hurt to make contacts in the Charleston community that might be useful to him. He wrote a note accepting the invitation, then sent it with Troy back to the waiting messengers. Although he was sure they had little to fear, especially from slaves, the presence of any strangers on the island made him nervous, and he was anxious to see them go.
After cleaning up the remains of their meal and tidying the house, Appleby and Cassius went in search of the boy's sister, Portia. Not finding her at Mama Juno's cabin where she was staying, they went to the large vegetable patch. There they found most of the people of Seaward at work hoeing, weeding, tending to the crops. And what a gay display of new hats, clothes, and shoes they made! Everyone was in their finest simple, new work clothing, which seemed to give extra energy to their efforts. Priam stood erect and smiled warmly at Appleby, waving his dark brown hand, then returned to his work. Appleby and Cassius found Portia hoeing a row of carrots.
Cassius and Portia embraced warmly and stepped to the side of the garden, speaking earnestly in whispers, looks of wonder alternating with broad smiles. Sidelong glances escaped both as they looked now here and now there at the other people of Seaward, including their master. Did Appleby imagine that Hector, working six rows over in the corn, or Helen, in the row of carrots next to Portia's, shot glances of special interest at the brother and sister? What secrets and revelations of Seaward were being revealed? Appleby fervently hoped that none were being kept back, actually; the sooner the new arrivals understood the free atmosphere of the plantation, the better.
Returning to the vegetable patch, brother and sister came up to Appleby. The white man noticed again how pretty Portia was, a rounder faced and slightly older version of her brother, her brown hair a frizzy halo floating out from under a broad straw hat that was tied with a ribbon under her chin. Was he really feeling a stirring in his groin at the sight of her high, pert breasts under the soft, new fabric of her dress, and her ample, well-proportioned bottom that filled the fabric behind? Portia took up Appleby's white hand in her light brown one, saying, "Master Mark, I want to thank you.... Cassius and I want to thank you.... for bringing us here. We are so fortunate to be your servants, sir. We are so fortunate to learn a new... a very new way of life." Appleby was now sure that her warm smile and direct gaze, the lingering caress of her hand holding his, were at a level beyond the subservience that she and her brother had shown upon first arriving. Even if that was all it was, it was a good thing.
"You are very welcome, Portia," returned Appleby. Her mention of "servants" troubled him, though. He felt it would not be wise to return immediately to his attorney's office to free two new slaves whom he had only just purchased; it would seem very odd to have purchased two new slaves the day after freeing all the rest of them, and might give hints of the true nature of life at Seaward. He would have to think about how to finesse this, for the mulatto brother and sister were still legally in bondage, unlike the other people of Seaward.
Eager to work, Appleby found a row that needed weeding and fell to it. The morning wore on as he turned over plans in his mind while plucking out stray grass and dandelions. Conversation, jokes, and the occasional song filled the air as everyone worked in the good, rich soil. As the time for a noon rest approached, Appleby asked all the people to bring their lunches to the verandah, where he proposed a meeting.
After washing up, the company assembled for a sociable meal in the rockers and on the steps of the verandah of the main house. Athena and baby Apple joined them. Appleby held the newborn gently, looking deep into her dark, secret eyes-- then gave her back to her mother when she began to squirm. Hector made a point of sitting next to Portia, fetching food and drink for her. They sat close enough for their legs to touch--and they did--and Hector managed to yawn loudly, stretch out his arms, and end up with one of them lightly around Portia's shoulder. She smiled shyly but knowingly. On the other hand, there seemed some amount of cordial awkwardness between Helen and Cassius, the clumsiness no doubt due to their ages. Helen was clearly flirting with Cassius, teasing him gently about this and that, and he took it good naturedly but did not initiate any physical responses while everyone was gathered around, grinning broadly but looking downward. Appleby began to lay some plans and concerns before them.
"Our population has grown at Seaward," he said, smiling at Cassius and Portia, and especially at his infant namesake, "and may grow even more," and here he could not resist a quick glance at Portia and at the surprisingly libidinous Helen. "What we have here is something many would wish to destroy. We know that we may have to keep Seaward going on our own without help from ashore, and at any rate, the less they know of us, the better." Everyone murmured and nodded their approval. "I suggest that we begin stockpiling stores gradually, some brought in the Hesperus from Charleston, some shipped directly to us on the mail boat or other vessels that might stop in these waters to deliver goods to us."
"We will also want to think of arming ourselves," he said, and the group, although nodding agreement, began to look grave. "We have some weapons here," he said, and Troy and Priam remembered the shotguns purchased in Charleston a few days before, "but we will need to practice using them, and we will need more." The group nodded, thinking about the dangers that faced them. "Now, do we have enough buildings to store more goods in, as a precaution against hard times? Can we build strong, fireproof buildings to store weapons and gunpowder? And do we need more living quarters? as you know, there are still four unoccupied bedrooms in the main house," he said, not being clear that actually five of them were unoccupied on most any given, sex drenched night on the second floor!
A general discussion ensued. In the end it was decided that at least one more sturdy cabin should be built; everyone was astonished and grateful to their master for offering to share his house with them, but it was felt that some people would want their own dwellings. There was consensus that the large storage barn and the hay barn would be sufficient room to store goods in, especially if upper lofts were added to each. The island was blessed to have an absence of rats, mice, and other rodents, although rabbits abounded, so stored goods only needed to be off the ground. Cassius again offered his skills in carpentry, which was a skill much needed on the island. The question of fireproof buildings for gunpowder was more difficult, but Troy suggested that stones, which frequently were washed onto the beach by tides and storms, could be used for that purpose. Given the heavy weight of them, however, it was decided that "armories" could be built just inland from the largest field of stones, on the northwest side of the island. There was more discussion of plans and logistics. Appleby quickly wrote some letters ordering the necessary lumber for construction, which Troy prepared to take with him as he intercepted the mail boat. Cassius and Priam went to inspect the storage barn for the possibility of adding lofts, and Hector and Portia agreed to do the same in the hay barn. The younger people returned to the vegetable patch, while the women busied themselves at domestic chores and at the home improvements enabled by Appleby's new purchases that had arrived the day before.
Attending to a few more matters involving records and bookkeeping took Appleby another half an hour, then he walked out to see what progress there was in the inspections. In the storage barn he found Cassius and Priam already taking measurements for additions. Cassius and Portia, it turned out, were not literate as were the rest of the people of Seaward, and Appleby and Priam agreed that this must be remedied--although Cassius could do simple mathematics, a necessity for a carpenter. Climbing down from the upper story, Appleby walked a bit down the path to the hay barn. He did not find Hector and Portia on the ground floor, so he assumed they must be in the single loft upstairs, inspecting it for the possibility of expansion. The well built ladder to the loft did not creak as he climbed it, nor did his footsteps sound on the hay-strewn floor of the loft as he passed down an aisle of hay bales looking for the two.
He found them. Actually, he heard them even before he approached where they were, in a sweet-smelling cleared space, strewn with loose hay, by a window used for moving bales in and out of the loft to the ground outside. He heard heavy breathing, gasps, soft cries. Approaching cautiously, he peered through an opening between two bales in the loosely stack hay and saw them, the fourteen year old boy and seventeen year old girl naked, on the hay-blanketed floor, locked in sexual struggle.
As with his secret observance of Helen and Cassius the day before, strong and conflicting urges rose up in him. Foremost was the sheer delight of spying, of seeing others do what they had come away to do in private, without their knowing of his surveillance. He found himself attracted to the sight of Portia's coffee and cream, flawless skin now slick with sweat, the high tight breasts that pushed up from her lightly muscled torso, the generous dark brown aureole around her erect nipples, the gentle curve of her belly. Her halo of frizzy brown hair now spread out over the hay around her head, and her eyes were fixed in a look of total concentration upon her lover. Not the least of Appleby's strong feelings were due to the sight of the dark brown Hector, lying full length on top of the mulatto girl. His magnificent bottom--high, tight, prominent buttocks clenched hard together--was pistoning up and down, in and out. The muscles in his strong, boyish thighs worked as he slammed into the girl rhythmically. His rounded butt gave a pronounced slope down into the small of his back, from which long, strong back muscles rose out of the deep valley of the spine. Sweat and bits of hay stuck to his dark chocolate skin. Shifting his position a bit, Appleby could see the black boy's midnight dark ballsack, tucked up tight between his thighs now in preparation for an explosion, bounce rhythmically.
Appleby's view of the seventeen year old slave girl was partially blocked by the stacked hay, but he could hear her heavy breathing. He had a clear view of Hector's dark brown body, pounding faster now as he neared climax. Portia was reaching that point also, gasping and calling out, "Hector, fuck me Hector, O! yes! O! Hector, O! Master! Hector, fuck me"-- Appleby's concentration on Hector's body was broken. Had he heard what he had heard? Did she say "Master?" There was not another chance to detect such a slip, for Portia began thrashing and crying out incoherently in her ecstasy. Her vagina, closely tightly around Hector, brought the dark brown boy to orgasm as well, he began gasping and shouting out "Portia! Portia!" as he slammed into her body, held his groin tight against hers, pumped again and slammed forward again. Spent, he slumped down on top of the girl, both gasping and murmuring incoherently.
Appleby took that moment to slip away unobserved. His own penis was undeniably straining against the inside of his trousers, but confusing thoughts ran through his head. Was he attracted to the girl or to the boy? Was it right to be attracted to a girl who appeared now to be Hector's woman? Was she really attracted to him, or was that a slip of the tongue? Did any of these questions make sense any longer in the free air of Seaward?
Emerging into the sunlight and walking by the storage barn, Appleby found Priam and Cassius coming down from the loft having completed their initial planning for expansion. Troy had just dropped off the day's mail and packets of newspapers, which had begun to arrive from the north. The three older men expressed their eagerness to read news of the world around them, especially Priam and Troy whose whole life had been the island. Miss Lucy had taken only one newspaper and that, of course, had ceased delivery upon her death. Cassius expressed amazement, and a little fear, at learning that the blacks of Seaward could read and write; residues of his subservient slave mentality would take a while to overcome completely. Troy promised to teach the boy and his sister, an offer readily accepted by the sixteen year old. Cassius suggested that he spend the rest of the day drawing up plans for the addition of lofts in the storage barn, which was agreed to by Appleby.
Appleby, Priam, and Troy considered how the rest of their day might best be spent, and decided to hitch up the donkey cart and begin the labor of gathering stones together on the northwest corner of the island for the building of armories. While the two blacks prepared the cart, Appleby asked Mama Cass and Mama Juno to prepare food and drink for the men so that they could work into the twilight. When this was ready, the three men went to the stony beach on the northwest side of Seaward.
The stones were indeed plentiful there, and Appleby thought they were of the same sort that made up the main house at Seaward. His house then had grown from the island itself, a gift of the sea. His conversations with Troy and Priam and his study of charts and atlases in the library of Seaward had taught him that the eastern side of the island, facing out into the Atlantic, had dangerous reefs and submerged stones up to a couple of miles out. Most of the western side was open to the sea and clear, and of course there was the good if small cove that served as the harbor. There was something about the geology of the island and surrounding ocean floor, and the currents, that threw up large rocks in abundance on the northwest corner.
The three men moved the donkey cart into position near the beach, but not too close to the sand where it might get stuck. They began the long, hard process of loading stones into the cart. It was strenuous work, and Appleby was grateful for the physical exercise he was getting on the island, for the salty fresh air and sunshine. All three men removed their shirts for the work. Appleby admired the hard, muscular physiques of Troy and Priam, sweat and sunlight glistening on their dark chocolate flesh, powerful muscles rippling beneath the skin as they worked. His own muscled body, developed by the work he had begun doing on the island, received its own share of admiring looks from the black men. Troy's gazes of appreciation were frank and frequent. Priam's glances at his master seemed a little more furtive and covert, unsure of his own inclinations and of where he stood with the white man after last night's intimacies by the bonfire.
The original plan was simply to load the cart, then move it so as to stack the rocks farther inland and return later to construct a building. But they found that one of the tiny creeks on the island, flowing from springs at higher elevations, emptied into the sea not too far from where they were working. Deposits of clay-like mud lined the banks of the creek, which they could easily use for mortar. Finding a nearly level spot, the men began piling stones and filling the spaces between with the clayey mud. They were glad they kept some simple tools in the donkey cart that suited the purpose. Using driftwood or cutting long branches from trees when necessary, the men used wood for upright supports and, eventually, for roof beams. The roof beams they covered with wide, flat stones they had reserved for the purpose, trying to create a series of overlapping roof plates that would shed rain water. Slowly a rough stone structure began to emerge, as the afternoon light faded to twilight.
Eventually, exhausted, the men stopped their work. They released the donkey to graze nearby. Washing up hurriedly in the creek, they ate their simple, late picnic dinner sitting on large stones by the shore, grateful for the last rays of the sun as well as for the evening breezes that cooled them after their labors. They spoke quietly of the recent changes on the island, and talked to Appleby about their experiences at Seaward, of some of its history. Priam in particular had the advantage of nearly forty years of residence on Seaward, and had many interesting stories of Aunt Lucy and the visitors and events that had occupied those decades.
Rested, tired but at peace, the sun had dried their perspiration but was still warm even in the growing twilight. Looking at the peaceful waves lapping at the shore, Troy was seized with an inspiration. "Let's swim," he said, nodding his head at the ocean. Before his father or his master could reply, he removed his work boots, then stood and dropped his rough work trousers and undergarment. He stood just long enough for his companions to admire his strong muscular build--and did Appleby imagine it, or did Priam frankly appraise his son's physique as well?--before he ran into the surf, laughing. Priam and Appleby looked at each other with amusement, nodded in agreement, and followed Troy's example.
Each man seemed to lose years--and in Priam's case, decades- -as they laughed and splashed in the water. The remaining rays of the sun shone on the deep dark chocolate skins of the two black men, water running in visible streams down their smooth, hairless torsos. Appleby shook his head vigorously, water flying from off of his shoulder length light brown hair, showering his laughing companions. Swimming, splashing, throwing stones out to sea, playing catch with seashells, the men relished their animal good health in the gentle surf.
Pausing for breath eventually, Appleby found himself standing by Priam in water that came to mid-chest. The two men laughed at the ongoing antics of Troy, who was trying to stand on the bottom with his hands, sticking his legs straight up into the air. Appleby, laughing, put his arm gently around Priam's strong shoulder. The older black man responded in the same way easily, draping a dark arm around his master's tanned shoulder, joking and nodding toward his son.
Troy, sneezing and spitting salt water, laughing at his own hijinks, came out of the water and stood on the other side of his master from his father, also draping his arm easily around the white man's shoulder. The three stood like that, lightly intertwined, hips touching, for a few moments as they watched the sun setting in the west, toward the mainland. Arms loosely draped on shoulders, their hands slowly moved toward patting and rubbing, massaging hard- worked muscles. Gentle waves swirled around and below their nipples, but the occasional undertow pulled enough water away to reveal unmistakable evidence of a slight but growing tumescence in their three penises.
It took only one move to set matters in motion. Working his master's shoulder muscles with one hand, Troy turned toward the white man to apply both hands, while at the same time turning Appleby toward Priam so as to bring both hands to bear on his back. Priam's hand, which had been kneading the white man's other shoulder, slid up to his neck, and he found himself facing his master. Priam now moved both hands to the white man's shoulders, then down to his chest, kneading the muscular pectorals of his master, slowly easing the tension of strained muscles, thumbing the deep rose nipples. Despite his recent intimacy with Appleby, this was Priam's first chance in his entire fifty years to really examine a white body so closely, to touch it with such license, and he concentrated on his task with the delight of a little boy. Appleby surrendered himself to the gentle massages he was receiving front and back, his arms hanging loosely, enjoying the parade of expressions that marched over Priam's face as the black man continued his journey of exploration.
Troy's kneading fingers worked their way down Appleby's back, and the twenty year old black man inched closer to his master, his erect penis now slapping the white man's butt in the wash of the gentle waves. Priam's hands slid down over Appleby's muscled abdomen and sides, gently digging his fingers into the meaty flesh. His enormous penis was now fully erect and bobbed between them, meeting the white man's own straining member, dancing with it in the flow of the waves. Passive no longer, Appleby reached out to Priam, grasping his powerful back muscles, pulling them together into a tight embrace. Troy followed suit, pressing in close to his master. Troy's penis now lodged itself vertically in the white man's ass crack, while in front, Priam grasped his cock and his master's both at the same time, at first hesitantly, then with authority, pumping them together firmly. The panting of exercise was becoming the heavy breathing of sexual energy.
The gentle passion of three physically powerful men soon gave way to caring but forceful sexual aggression. Troy put both hands around his master's upper thighs and directed them toward Priam's waist while pressing tight against the white man. Understanding what was wanted, Appleby hooked his legs around Priam, locking them with his ankles across the small of the older black man's back. He put his arms around Priam's neck and hung on, knowing what his fate was. Priam's penis was so large that its top part was still aligned with Appleby's and they slid together with every movement. Priam now spread his legs to adopt a more secure stance and supported Appleby's thighs from beneath with both hands.
The white man's wrinkled pink asshole was now an easy target for Troy, who wasted no time. The salt water provided lubrication as Troy pressed the purple brown head of his penis against Appleby's anus and pushed firmly. Despite the water and the precum of Troy's penis, Appleby cried out as the black man entered him, and clutched Priam even tighter. Troy continued to push, slowly but undeniably, and was soon entirely landed within his master. He began a rhythm, slow at first, of moving his powerful tool in and out. Supported by Priam's big hands under his thighs, Appleby thrust his bottom back to receive each of Troy's thrusts.
At first, Appleby and Priam looked deep into each other's eyes, Priam seeing the pain there as the white man was first entered by his son. They kissed, tentatively and then passionately, sucking and tasting, running tongues over teeth. But as Troy's thrusts became faster and harder, Priam pulled the white man close to his chest and rested his chin on the tanned white shoulder. From there he was now looking directly into the eyes of his own son. Troy returned the gaze, pulling himself in tight, pulling all three men together. Black arms encircled the struggling white body between them, father and son clutching each other's arms and backs to make of the three one struggling piece of multi-colored flesh. Father and son were connecting at a level of intimacy they had never shared, panting only inches apart, sharing breath, looking deeply into the eyes of each other. Then Troy threw his head back and shouted with a full-throated bellow, bucking and pumping, clutching Appleby to him even harder than before, as he shot ropes and dollops of his sperm up into his master's rectum.
For a while, the three remained tightly held together in that way, Troy's breathing slowly returning to normal. Then father and son exchanged a look and wordlessly came to an agreement. Appleby's feet never touched the sandy bottom. The two black men pulled him off of Priam, turned him around and faced him toward Troy. Appleby hooked his legs around the twenty year old black this time while he held on to the dark chocolate shoulders. By now accustomed to physical intimacy, the black and the white man smiled at each other with love and passion, kissing, delighted in a renewal of their relationship.
Suddenly Appleby broke off this kiss, gasping for breath. Coming in close from behind as planned, Priam had positioned his mammoth cock at Appleby's love hole which was already loose, leaking Troy's semen into the salty water. Steadily, firmly, Priam pushed his penis in as far as he could with one stroke. Appleby cried out, for even after being fucked by Troy, Priam's huge member still hurt him as it entered. Appleby hung his head over Troy's left shoulder, gasping for breath, pain warring with pleasure. Once again, father and son stared deeply into each other's eyes, locked together through the flesh of the white man between them. Once again, hands clutched around their master and grasped arms, backs, thighs. Appleby held on to Troy for dear life as Priam went to work.
Priam's pumping picked up speed as Appleby's pain decreased. Troy pushed forward into Appleby, helping to present the white man's bottom to his father. Appleby began moaning with pleasure, in time to the rhythm of Priam's thrusts. Then the older man, reaching around Appleby, grasped his son's head in his hands. Holding it tight and looking straight into Troy's eyes from just inches away, Priam came with a high pitched groaning in his throat. Father and son saw into each other's souls in that moment of ecstasy, the physical act of love uniting them through the white flesh they both caressed. Priam simply pushed forward powerfully, met by Troy's shoving back, and there they stood locked together until all the semen had been pumped up out of Priam's massive cock into Appleby's rectum, now awash with cum and sea water.
As soon as Priam withdrew his wilting penis from the white man, Troy grasped his master's thighs with both hands and lifted him up. Seeing what was intended, Priam helped, and the two powerful black men easily hoisted their master between them. Appleby's groin came out of the water and his erect penis slid quickly into Troy's waiting lips. Priam held the white man up from behind, Appleby's leaking anus level with the black man's eyes. Priam gently bit Appleby's firm butt. On the other side, Appleby supported himself with his hands on Troy's shoulders, watching the jet black skull cap of tightly kinky hair as it moved back and forth, back and forth, glistening with pearls of sea water-- watching his red and purple penis move quickly in and out of the black man's mouth, surrounded by his luscious full lips.
Already stimulated by his double fucking, Appleby soon came, pressing his groin into the black man's face while his neck and head arched up as he howled into the deepening twilight. Only as the waves of intense pleasure subsided did the white man lower himself back into the water, assisted by Troy and Priam. The three now huddled loosely, laughing softly, caressing each other, with Appleby still in the middle.
In a flash, an insight came to the white man, that he had been the go-between connecting father and son in their outpourings of passion and love, and that perhaps the time had come to make that connection more direct. Stepping lightly to one side, he put a hand on the small of the back of each black man. Father and son stood smiling at each other uncertainly. Appleby gently but firmly moved his hands inward. Resisting for a moment, and then rushing together like opposite poles of two magnets, Troy and Priam came together in a tight embrace in front of their master, clutching and hugging fiercely, sighing and moaning as if releasing a need that had been there for a long time.
Now the master of ceremonies, Appleby inserted both his hands in between the tightly locked torsos of the two black men, finding their thick snakes. Putting the two massive organs together, he encircled them with both hands, although he could not quite make his fingers meet due to the girth of the two heavy penises. Troy was already stiff and erect, and it took but a minute of contact with his son's rampant organ for Priam to recover from his recent orgasm and grow hard again himself. Now father and son held each other by the shoulders, foreheads touching, looking deep into each other's eyes, softly repeating "Troy" or "Papa" as if the names were blessings.
Appleby's hands jacked the purple black cocks up and down, up and down, increasing speed. The Africans' hips began to move in time to his rhythm, and breathing increased. Expressions of "Oh, yes, jack that thing," or "Yes, do that," became interspersed with whispers of love. Suddenly Troy cried out "Papa!" and his body curled, groin slamming forward while pulling himself into his father's chest. Flowers of semen bloomed in the foamy sea and floated away. It took a moment later because of his more recent orgasm, but soon Priam also cried out his son's name and bucked forward. Appleby felt his hands might be crushed, and there was little room to manipulate Priam's spouting organ. As Priam's clenched muscles gave way to shivers, Appleby withdrew his hands and put them on each man's back, giving a gentle hug, and then stepped back. Father and sun hugged each other tightly, and Appleby was surprised but yet not surprised to see lines of tears down each man's face.
Eventually, smiling and kissing each other gently on the face, the two men pulled apart and then turned to embrace Appleby gratefully. Light laughter filled the air. Each man cleaned himself once again in the sea that was now dark with night. Wading ashore, they dried in the evening breeze, then dressed themselves and hitched the donkey to the empty cart.
Arriving at the livestock enclosure, all three men worked together to feed and water the donkey and prepare it for the night. Minor chores of cleaning the tools and returning the picnic supplies to the kitchen were shared. Done with their labors, and the deep of the night settling upon the plantation, now quiet and restful, the men stood in front of the storage barn. As they had in the sea, arms draped around shoulders, hugs and squeezes of affection passing from one to another. Appleby kissed both men lightly on the cheek and headed for the main house. As he turned to look before going in the door he saw both men holding hands, then embrace tightly, release, and go their separate ways in the night.