Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 10:32:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lance Kyle <lokiaga@prodigy.net>
Subject: Seaward Plantation war clouds 5

This story contains graphic but completely fictional
depictions of sex among men and men, and men and underage
boys and/or girls, and even nekkid women show up now and
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Seaward Plantation

War clouds chapter five

The April sky above the coast of South Carolina had never
been so blue.  Beneath a few high, scudding clouds, a flock
of seagulls wheeled over the open ocean.  Riding down the
spring breezes, they circled lower toward a strip of green
land surrounded by blue sea beneath blue sky.  Lower still,
they began to make out the beached crustaceans and the small
fish in the shallows for which they were searching.  The
flock swooped away from the interior of the island toward
the beach, leaving behind them the two figures who sat on
the highest point of land.

An ancient live oak hung its branches over worn stone
markers on a high patch of ground in the middle of an
island.  On a large rock at the edge of the patch sat a
young man and a boy of eleven.  Creatures like this
sometimes picnicked, as a grackle in the branches of the oak
well knew.  In hopes of a stray crumb, it flew down and
hopped around the two nearby.  But no luck.  No picnic.
Only, if it could have recognized it, sorrow.  The boy,
sitting next to the man, was hunched over and weeping.  The
man, looking out to sea, tossed his hair back, like the
raven black wings of the grackle.  His hand slowly, gently
rubbed the back of the boy.  The boy shrugged, rose quickly,
and not looking back ran away down a path.

A man with shoulder length light brown hair was walking up a
path, enjoying the day on Seaward Plantation.  Walking by
vegetable gardens and meadows, all intensively cultivated,
he took a trail that led to the highest point of the land.
Above and ahead, a flock of white seagulls wheeled over the
land, then dropped off on one side toward the shore.  As he
came nearer he heard the distinctive shriek of a grackle,
probably finding a crumb from somebody's picnic.  Rounding a
corner he--a running boy came flying right into him.

"Marcus!  Slow down!  what's the hurry.... why, Marcus, have
you been crying?"

The boy stood in the path, having recovered his balance, his
fists clenched and head down, tears running in tracks down
his cheeks.  He shuddered down a sob but did not answer.
Mark Appleby regarded him for a moment, then folded him into
his arms.

"Tell me, what happened?" he asked.  Marcus shook his head
stubbornly.  "Tell me," said his father again.  A moment
passed.  In a small, tight voice the boy said, "Bundit said
I couldn't go with him."

"Oh.  Well, maybe Bundit is right, Marcus.  He knows what
the wide world is like."

"Which is why HE wants to go!" said the boy defiantly.

"Yes, that's true, Marcus.  But I guess he knows he is old
enough and strong enough to handle whatever comes his way.
You do not know that yet.  It may well be that you are not
old enough and strong enough yet."

The boy simply gave it up.  Sniffling noisily he slipped
around the man, ran back down the path, and was gone.
Appleby watched him go and sighed.  Had he learned nothing
from his day in Charleston more than a month ago except a
greater desire to return?  Turning back toward his
destination, he continued walking and in another couple of
minutes came into the cemetery on the summit of the island,
where Bundit sat on a large rock watching the sea.  The
Siamese man smiled at him, his beautiful features crinkling
up, and patted the rock next to him.  Appleby sat and put
his arm around his shoulder.

"I ran into Marcus; or rather, he ran into me," said
Appleby.

"Ah," replied Bundit.  "I guess he is not very happy with
me."

"No, no he is not.  But thank you for telling him that."

Bundit nodded and the two sat for a while longer in silence.
Then he spoke again.  "Master, when do you go into
Charleston next?"

"Well, let me think, it is soon..... Oh, we go the day after
tomorrow.  April 11.  There is a meeting of the militia that
day."

"I see.  May I go with you?  It is time... it is time for me
to be off."

Appleby nodded, a knife in his heart, but he pulled Bundit's
shoulder toward him, hugging him tightly.  It was all he
needed to say.

"We should have a party for you, Bundit, to say goodbye."

"Maybe.  But I think maybe I will start to say goodbye to
everybody one by one now.  Not goodbye, though.... 'till we
meet again,' how is that?"

"Alright, Bundit, alright.  Till we meet again."  And he
hugged the man's small, muscular frame tightly again.  A
grackle shrieked out again and flew, its black wings
covering the scene.

...................................

In the kitchen building of Seaward sat Mama Cass and Mama
Juno, baking bread and stirring a large pot of soup for the
community.  With a gentle knock, Bundit entered the room,
sniffing appreciatively at the good aromas.  Cass and Juno
smiled warmly at him.  Even eleven years after they first
met him, washed ashore half-dead on the eastern beach of
Seaward, they still found his Asian looks exotic and
beautiful.  Bundit came in and hugged Cass tightly, kissing
her on her bony cheek, and then attempted to get his arms
around Juno's ample girth, with little success.  Both
smiled, Cass rumbling "Oh, go on, now!" and Juno giggling
girlishly.

"Mama Cass, Mama Juno.... I will be leaving the day after
tomorrow.  I need to go to sea again, and it is time.  I
promise to come back, though.  I wanted you to know."

Both women regarded him sadly, but nodded their heads in
agreement.  Juno wrapped her arms around him and held him to
her large bosom, silently.  Cass rumbled, "Well, you know we
all wish you would stay.  What did Master Mark say?"

"I know he wants me to stay, I know you all do.  But he let
me go.  He wants me to be free."

Cass eyed the Siamese man critically for a moment.  "That's
right," she said.  "He wants you to be free.  He needs to be
free, too, and once he lets you go he'll be closer to that
himself."  Bundit nodded appreciatively, seeing the truth in
that.  He sat down on a chair to watch the women work.

"That first night I came here, and in the days following....
do you remember?"  The women smiled and nodded.  "I suppose
you thought I was pretty strange."

"Yes... pretty and strange!" said Cass, causing Juno to hoot
with delight and Bundit to blush.  "What are we going to do
while you are gone?  We must find ourselves another man from
Siam to shipwreck!"  All three laughed at that.

Juno chimed in:  "I remember that first day or two, you were
so sick.  We had to give you...." and off the three of them
wandered into friendly reminiscences.  On the sill of an
open window in the kitchen, a song bird trilled and piped a
high, lilting tune.

................................

Walking down the path from the kitchen building, Bundit was
nearly run over by two eight year old boys pelting in the
direction from which he had come.  "Frederick, Douglass!" he
said.  "Where is your mama?"

"Back in our cabin," said Frederick, "She said to go along
to the kitchen for supper," continued Douglass, "...and said
she'd be along soon," concluded Frederick.  Bundit patted
the boys on the head and they scampered along toward their
dinner.  He continued on down the path and came to the
newest cabin.  Stepping up onto the porch, he knocked on the
door.  Helen opened it, smiling brightly at Bundit.  "Oh,
hello Bundit!  Come in, I was just cleaning up some after
the boys before going over for dinner.  Did you see them on
the path?"

Bundit stepped into the clean, bright interior of the cabin,
stepping over a scattering of wooden blocks and toys on the
floor.  "Yes," he replied, smiling, "they nearly ran me
over.  Helen, I have come to tell you--I am telling everyone-
-that I am leaving for a while the day after tomorrow.  I
want to go to sea again.  Just for a while, then I will
return."

Helen's beautiful, dark face grew serious.  "It is
dangerous, Bundit, you know that.  There may be war soon,
even war on the sea.  But I won't say don't go, I wouldn't
want to cage you.  Just...do be careful, alright?  Do come
back to us?"

Touched, Bundit agreed.  The two stepped together in a warm
embrace, hugging tightly.  Bundit nuzzled his face into
Helen's mop of braided tufts, soft and full, and then kissed
her on the ear.  Helen reached up to clasp Bundit's head of
jet black, thick wings of hair to her face.  Arms clasping
shoulders, they each pulled back to look at one another
earnestly.

"I was just a girl when you first came," she said.  "Or...
maybe I should say a young woman, even if I was only twelve
then.  I think I was ready to grow up quickly.  The people
here let me.  So... so Bundit, if you are ready to leave, we
should let you do that.  But I will miss you.  We... you and
I... have had some good times together."

It was true.  In the open atmosphere of Seaward, there had
been many opportunities taken between the two for long
walks, happy talks, and--intimate relationships.  Memories
of those moments went through each of their minds now.
Slowly, naturally they drew together in a kiss, Helen's full
plum lips meeting Bundit's rosebud mouth.  Tongue met
tongue, lips sucked lips.  Helen pulled Bundit's shirt up
and off of him, then placed her open palms against the
smooth, tan and gold skin of his muscled, boxy chest.
Bundit unbuttoned the back of Helen's dress which she let
fall to the floor.  She unfastened the waist of his
trousers, letting them and his undergarment drop to the
floor to join her own clothes.  His stiff, golden reddish
penis sprung out, standing almost straight up along the
center line of his muscled abdomen.  Helen gently grasped
his full, hairless scrotum, carefully kneading the heavy
testicles inside the gooseskin sack, then slid her dark
chocolate hand up and down his penis, slicking it with
precum.  Smiling, she moved away toward the bed, still
grasping his penis like a leash, bringing him with her.
Before long, the strong muscles of his back and bottom could
be see working beneath the persimmon colored skin, stretched
out on top of Helen's slim, strong, dark chocolate body, her
dark arms and legs grappling with his back and butt, the bed
creaking rhythmically as he labored to bring them both to
ecstasy.  In the gathering twilight outside, bats in an
ecstasy of feeding flew zip! zip! while catching insects.

...........................................

Hand in hand, Bundit and Helen walked to the kitchen
building in the cool of the evening.  Cass and Juno were
feeding a small group of the island's people around the
spacious old wooden work table.  Douglass and Frederick were
just finishing their soup and bread and wondered aloud what
took their mother so long.  "Oh... I had to clean up," she
said, grinning and looking sideways at Bundit, who stifled a
snort of laughter.  Helen gave Bundit a quick peck on the
cheek and then went to attend to her sons.  Juno, observing
this with a knowing grin, uttered "uh-huh!" under her
breath, while Cass smiled and shook her head.  Cassius was
at the table as well, grinning.  He, too, had shared
intimacies with Helen but there was no jealousy on Seaward--
or none that lasted very long at any rate.  Bundit joined
the group and ate his meal, finishing after Helen had taken
the young twins off to the newly completed bath house for a
good scrub.  The remaining four chatted for a while, Bundit
sharing the news of his impending departure with Cassius.
Then the two men, thanking Cass and Juno, went their
separate ways into the night, passing Troy and Hector on the
way as they headed to the kitchen to take pot luck.

Strolling with no clear sense of purpose, but intending to
spend focused time with everyone on the island so as to say
goodbye, Bundit found himself walking by Troy and Athena's
cabin.  He knew Troy was not in, but perhaps Athena was.  He
knocked on the door, which opened.  Athena peeked out from
behind the door, a towel wrapped around her head.

"Oh, Bundit!  I just came back from the new bath house,
isn't it wonderful?  The girls are there now, Helen said she
would watch them in tub, maybe get the children all together
in there at once--I don't envy her!  Were you looking for
Troy?  I think he was going to the kitchen."

"Hello, Athena," Bundit said, smiling.  "I saw Troy on the
way.  I can speak to him later; actually, I am going around
telling everyone of my plans--I am saying goodbye."

Athena's face broke into surprise.  "Oh!" she exclaimed.
"What, when?"  She knew as well as everyone else on the
island that Bundit would depart sooner or later, but had not
heard that the decision had finally been taken.  "Come in,
come in, tell me," she said, ushering him into the cabin.

Stepping into the tidy, homey, lamplit main room of the
cabin, Bundit grinned when he saw that Athena had only one
large towel wrapped around her torso, from just below her
crotch to the middle of her breasts, and one towel around
her hair.  "Oh!" he exclaimed, "do you want to get dressed?
Should I wait?"

"No, don't be silly, Bundit, come and sit here," she said,
indicating a comfortable sofa--one of the more "luxurious"
products to arrive on the island since Appleby's arrival.
"Besides, you've seen everything there is to see," she said
with a wink, causing a red blush to spread over Bundit's
gold and tan face.  It was true; the adults of their age had
over the last eleven years had physical contacts with most
of the other adults, and these two likewise had shared some
beautiful moments together--although perhaps not as much as
was true for others.  The two sat close to each other on the
sofa.  "Tell me, what is happening?" she asked him.

"I think it is time to go," he said.  "I will be back, I
promise.  But I need to go to sea at least one more time, to
see the world again.  Until I go, Marcus will be tempted to
go, and Master Mark will worry about it."

"I think we all worry about it, Bundit," said Athena,
looking solemn.  "But if you need to go, then that is what
you should do.  Will you really come back?"

Bundit nodded his assurance at her.  Breaking into a smile,
she said "Well, then--go in peace and with my blessing, but
do come back."  Leaning forward, she kissed him lightly on
the lips--hesitated--and kissed him again.  An inch apart,
they looked into each other's eyes.  Bundit felt a stirring
in his groin, despite his recent adventures in Helen's
cabin.  For a long moment they stared at each other, trying
to discern intentions and desires.

"Stand up," said Athena.  Bundit rose and stood by the sofa.
Untying his belt and tugging on his trousers, Athena removed
them and the undergarment.  Freed, Bundit's penis sprang
again to stiff attention, this time sticking straight out.
Athena wrapped a caramel brown hand around the shaft and
slowly pumped it back and forth, squeezing out a clear drop
of precum.  Bundit moaned and in one motion removed his
shirt.  Athena slipped her full, trumpet-shaped lips over
the wide dickhead, nibbling it, and then took the whole
rigid shaft into her mouth, pressing her nose into the
waving bush of black pubic hair.  Bundit groaned and pulled
the towel from Athena's head, then ran his fingers into the
moist, thick tufts that covered her head.  He slowly pumped
his hips back and forth for a moment.  Then Athena lay back
on the sofa and pulled the towel from around her middle.
Her body was still trim and firm, despite her three
childbirths.  She beckoned to Bundit, who lowered himself
over and into her, sliding easily and naturally into her wet
vagina.  Athena wrapped her caramel brown arms around
Bundit's gold and tan back, pulling his muscular body down
into her.  Rocking with a slow but determined rhythm, back
and forth, back and forth, pumping his firm rump up and
down, Bundit worked the two of them toward a passionate
reunion of their flesh.

.........................

An owl hooted in the branches of a tree as Bundit emerged
onto the porch half an hour later.  He and Athena exchanged
one more quick kiss and then she closed the door, finally to
dress herself.  Breathing the night air deeply, he set out
to walk the moonlit paths of Seaward.  Going past vegetable
plots and through meadows, under trees including orchards
now mature that were planted around the time of his arrival,
he soon came to the eastern shore of the island.  Here he
had nearly died, and here he had been welcomed into the
loving community that he valued so much, but still felt he
must leave.  There he sat for a long time, looking over the
rolling waves.

Shaking himself from his revery, Bundit realized that it
must certainly be approaching bedtime for most people on the
island.  He could hear no sounds of activity, which often
carried a long way on the island, no high pitched notes of
children.  All was quiet.  He rose and walked back toward
the dwellings of Seaward.

The path he chose took him by Portia's cabin, built soon
after his arrival.  He wondered if anyone was still awake
inside and considered whether to knock, but as the cabin
emerged from the darkness of the night he saw that Portia
was sitting in a rocker on her porch, enjoying the night
air.

"Bundit!" she cried.  "I have heard.... is it true?  Are you
leaving?"  He stepped up onto the porch and took the rocker
next to her.  Nodding, he reached over and took her hand,
looking deep into her eyes and smiling.  "Have... have you
told Wat?" she asked.

"No, but I will.  Of course, he knows that I have been
thinking about it.  Portia... I will come back, I promise.
I will promise that to Wat as well."  She nodded, looking
solemnly at him.  "Wat has many 'Papas' here, you know, just
as Marcus does," he said.

"Oh, I know," she replied softly, "but there's no use
denying it:  you are special to Wat, as Master Mark is to
Marcus."  He nodded his agreement, sighing deeply.
"Bundit," she said, squeezing his hand, "you are special to
all of us.  To me."  Can two people who have created a child
ever part without pain?  Can that bond be pulled apart
without tearing flesh?  Bundit squeezed back, his eyes
glistening as were Portia's.  "Bundit," she continued in a
soft voice, "the boys are asleep.  Would you... would you
like to spend the night?"

High overhead a line of migratory birds crossed the moon,
heading toward their heart's destination farther north.
("Well," thought Bundit to himself, "third time's the
charm.")  "Yes," he said to her, and rising, followed her
into the cabin.

........................................

In that way, Bundit bade each of the women of Seaward a
special goodbye, leaving something of himself--physical,
spiritual--with every one.  In the early morning, awakening
in Portia's arms, he pried open one eye to see Wat standing
by the bed, solemnly regarding his biological parents.
Scooping the boy into their midst, Bundit told him of his
imminent plans.  Wat regarded his father seriously, then
nodded.  "When will you come back?" he asked.  "I don't
know, but not too long," said Bundit.  "Can I go?  Marcus
wants to go," said the boy.  "No, Wat, neither you nor
Marcus.  It is not time for you yet."  Wat nodded at that,
accepting it, then flung an arm around the man and hugged
him tightly.

Later, rising to face the morning, Bundit dressed and walked
out into the clean air.  He thought for a moment of bathing
in the new bath house, but decided instead to walk down to
the pier, to plunge into the ocean that he so strongly
desired again.  Walking through the dewy meadow, Bundit
finally arrived at the pier, only to hear the sound of
splashing.

Walking out onto the boards, past the Harmony on one side
and the Hesperus on the other, Bundit saw Pan and Bacchus
swimming in the waves.  He shouted to them, receiving shouts
and waves back in return.  Bundit quickly dropped his
clothing onto the pier next to the twins' garments, and dove
directly into the sea.  Swimming a little way out, he joined
Pan and Bacchus.  Strong swimmers all, the three swam and
dove in the deep waters off the far edge of the pier,
splashing and spraying in the morning light.  When they
began to tire, they swam into the shallows and moved to the
beach end of the pier, startling some shore birds that were
picking at the sand.  There Bundit told his friends of his
plans to leave.  They had heard--evidently the news had
spread all over the island--and expressed their sorrow at
his departure, their good wishes for safe adventures, and
their hopes for his speedy return.

The twins hauled themselves out of the shallow water to sit
side by side on the pier, dangling their feet in the lapping
waves.  "I am sorry you are going," said Pan, "but we know
how much you have wanted to be on the sea again."  Bacchus
added, "You will return, right?"  Bundit gave them his
assurance.  "Well," continued Bacchus, "I think I would
rather have you come back satisfied, having done what you
wanted to do, than have you stay here and feel unsatisfied
all the time."  Pan nodded his agreement.

Bundit nodded vigorously, and waded up to the twins as they
sat on the pier.  He stood waist deep in the water himself.
"Yes, I think that is exactly how it is," he said.
"Everyone may be right:  away from Seaward, on shore or on
the sea, may not be the place to be.  But I have to find
that out.  Thank you for your blessings," he said, laying
his wet arms companionably on the twins' bare knees and
thighs.  Pan reached over and tousled Bundit's thick, wet
mop of hair affectionately... then gently tweaked an ear.
Bacchus placed his brown hand over Bundit's, which lay on
his thigh above the knee, and squeezed.

These gentle touches of love; how easily and naturally they
lead to, are merged with, sexual excitement.  Squeezing
hands locked fingers--a palm on a thigh slid upwards toward
a groin--a hand entangled in hair pulled a head forward to
be kissed--a kiss on a forehead led to a kiss on the lips.
Bundit stepped right up to the edge of the pier in the
shallow water.  The twins leaned forward, now with arms
around each other's shoulders, both caressing Bundit's head
and wet hair, both taking turns at kissing his rosebud lips
with their own thick, out-turning trumpet lips.  From Pan's
and Bacchus's groins, two chocolate rods began to rise,
sticking out at a forty-five degree angle, lighter reddish
brown dickheads pushing out from the hoods of dark skin.
Just beneath the surface of the water, Bundit's own penis
rose, bathed in the salty wash of water.

The twins were sitting near the edge of the pier, and
scooted forward as Bundit tugged at their hips.  Perched
right on the edge, the twins sat tightly side by side.
Bundit grasped each rigid brown dick in his tan and gold
hands and began to slowly pump them.  Leaning back on their
arms, shoulder to shoulder, the twins sighed with
satisfaction and allowed themselves to be served in this
way.  The morning sun glinted on their wet, muscled but thin
torsos, their caramel brown skins shining over smooth pads
and hills of muscle.  Their beating hearts made the skin
beneath their rib cages pulse in movements barely
perceptible to the eye.

Bundit kept one hand around Pan's penis, slowly pumping,
while he lowered his mouth over Bacchus's rigid organ.  The
black man groaned with pleasure and lolled his head back,
flopping his hair of dense, long coiling springs, smiling
hugely.  Bundit nibbled the long, tulip-shaped dickhead,
then slid his mouth over the long, thin organ, moving his
warm mouth up and down the shaft.  Soon he shifted over to
serve Pan in the same way, while his gold and tan hand
grasped Bundit's wet dick and pumped it slowly.  The twins
began breathing heavily, pushing their hips up to make their
rigid dicks meet Bundit's mouth or hand.  Back and forth
Bundit went.  Suddenly Pan cried out, "I'm coming!"  His
mouth was around Bacchus's penis, but Bundit shifted quickly
to swallow up Pan's dick.  A couple of long slides and Pan
threw his head back, clenched his hip muscles, and shot a
geyser of cum into Bundit's waiting mouth.  The Siamese man
sucked and swallowed greedily, still sliding his hand up and
down Bacchus's rod.  Then Bacchus whispered "Hurry!"
urgently.  It was just in time, as Pan squeezed out the last
drops of his semen.  Bundit whipped his head over to
Bacchus, taking his penis into his mouth just as it erupted
in a spray of semen as the black man's hips pushed upward,
tightening.  Again and then again he shot his sperm into the
Asian man's mouth, then relaxed.  Smiling and swallowing,
Bundit pulled off of the still-rigid dick and for a few
moments went back and forth, sucking out the last of each
man's semen, cleaning off their rampant cocks.

When it was clear that each of the twins was finished, and
their heavy breathing was returning to normal, Bundit
clasped a hand of each man and stepping back pulled them
back into the waves.  Standing close together, the three
embraced tightly.  Then even as Pan reached gently for
Bundit's dick, the Asian man slipped away to rinse again in
the sea.  Laughing, the twins followed him.  Swimming back
around to the end of the pier, Bundit climbed out of the
water, shaking himself and letting himself dry while
standing in the morning sun.  The twins joined him.  In a
few minutes they were dry enough to dress, and they put
their clothing back on.  Walking hand in hand, they moved
back up the pier toward the houses of Seaward.

.................................

Nearing the buildings, the twins stopped to embrace Bundit
once more, then they went on their way to their morning
work.  Hearing nature's call, Bundit himself made a detour
for the outhouse.  Opening the men's side door with the
cutout of the sun on it, he was surprised to find Priam
sitting on one of the two holes.  But sociable performance
of necessary functions was not unusual on the island, so
Bundit came in and sat down as Priam smiled a welcome at
him.  Pants down around their ankles, both men sat
companionably side by side.

"Priam, have you heard?  I am leaving tomorrow.  I need to
go to sea again," said Bundit.

Priam grunted an assent.  "Yes, I have.  Can't say I think
it's a good idea to go, but if that's what you have to do,
that's what you should do," he said.  "I hear you will be
back."  Bundit nodded vigorously.  "I hope so," Priam said,
and reached over to squeeze Bundit's hand.  Grounded in a
reserved nature, that gesture counted as a strong
demonstration of affection for Priam--and Bundit knew it.
Smiling gratefully, and with a reciprocal love, he squeezed
back

The two sat like that, holding hands tightly for a moment.
Heads turned as they looked at each other, smiling... then
more intently.  Now as it happened, Bundit and Priam had not
yet had any sexual encounters, even in eleven years.  Priam
was somewhat less inclined in that way than Bundit, and
circumstances had just never thrown the two together.  But
in this moment of goodbye, a kind of hello arose in each.
His eyes flickering down, Bundit saw Priam's massive organ
begin to rise between his thighs, craning out of the hole on
which he sat, slowly rising to stick out straight ahead.  At
the same time, Bundit's body automatically heeded the call
of nature, and with a gasp came the unmistakable sound of
his bowels voiding into the pit below.

Many outhouses, being poorly constructed, are places to
leave as soon as possible.  The Seaward outhouse, while no
pleasure palace, was well ventilated with an open
construction below, so that noxious smells were kept to a
minimum.  It was a place that one might linger a little
while.

Priam discovered something new in himself as he experienced
the combination of holding Bundit's hand, looking deeply
into his almond eyes, and hearing the sound of feces moving
smoothly from his rectum.  In that moment it was a powerful
experience, and Priam moaned in spite of himself.  Bundit
did not really think through what was happening.  Quickly he
kicked off his trousers and undergarments that were bunched
around his feet.  Swinging around agilely, he squatted on
the seat of the outhouse bench above Priam's lap, his own
penis now fully erect and slapping Priam's chest through his
shirt.  Bundit grasped the black man's large, stiff organ
and positioned it at his anus, which he knew would be loose
and somewhat lubricated internally from his bowel movement.
Taking advantage of the moment, Bundit lowered himself onto
it, slowly, slowly, then sitting fully impaled, facing
Priam, feet on the bench and knees up under the black man's
armpits.  Bundit squeezed his eyes closed as a wave of pain
washed over him--then as pain turned to a pleasurable
fullness, he opened his eyes to look straight into Priam's.

Priam simply let it happen, too overcome and too surprised
to do anything about it.  Before he had time to process the
event fully, he found the Asian man sitting on his lap,
facing him, engulfing his penis and staring him in the eyes.
Priam tugged hard at Bundit's shirt, pulling it off over his
head, then removed his own.  Bundit's strong muscular chest
pads met Priam's heavy lobes of muscle.  Persimmon colored
skin merged into dark chocolate, while Bundit's rigid cock
now stood up straight in front of his belly and against
Priam's upper abdomen and lower chest.  Bundit's tight, wide
ballsack, a deeper golden red, slid up and down Priam's
belly on a film of precum that leaked down from his dick.  A
steady flow of precum from Priam's massive dick likewise
lubricated Bundit's rectum from the inside.  Tentatively
Bundit bounced up and down a little, then with greater
vigor.  Soon he was pistoning up and down on his haunches,
his golden tan arms around Priam's neck.  Priam's dark
chocolate hands grasped the firm, flat sided Asian butt as
it moved up and down over his mammoth purple black dick.
From deep inside of him, Priam's orgasm stirred, coiled
around in his gut, moved through his heavy ballsack and then
came erupting out of his rampant penis to spout deep inside
of Bundit.  The Asian man bounced a few more times as Priam
squeezed his ass cruelly hard, gasping, moaning, lolling his
head back and forth.  Then Priam slumped, pulling Bundit
into his chest and resting his head on the strong Siamese
shoulder.

They sat there like that for a few minutes, breathing in
time to each other.  Then Bundit climbed off of Priam's lap
and wiped himself with the old newspaper sheets that were
stored there for that purpose.  Priam did the same, cleaning
his wilting rod.  Then he looked quizzically at Bundit,
smiling, and reached out for his golden red cock.  But
Bundit needed to pace himself, especially after yesterday's
marathon, for he knew he had a longer race to run today.
Smiling, he stretched forward and kissed Priam, then backed
away and dressed quickly.  Then after laying his hand
against Priam's cheek once more, Bundit slipped out the
door.  A flock of pigeons that had been pecking on the
ground in front of the outhouse stretched wings and flew
upward at his emergence.

................................

The morning was well advanced by now.  Bundit had "worked"
hard, but more "labors" lay ahead of him.  But he wanted,
once more, to do some more productive work at Seaward, to do
what he could to leave it in good shape for the trials
ahead.  Hearing some sounds from the storage barn, he
entered to find Hector and Cassius shifting sacks of grain
around in preparation for a new load from Charleston the
next day, trying to top off their stores as much as
possible.  Both men were shirtless as they worked.  A light
sheen of sweat and oil covered Hector's rich dark chocolate
skin, the light dancing as his full, rounded muscles of
shoulder, chest, and back worked.  A rippling range of hills
ran down his abdomen.  His tight trousers clung to his full,
upturning, high, rounded butt, that wonderful African bottom
that curved sharply toward a strong back and spine indented
between long hills of muscle.  Cassius's light brown skin,
like a coffee-washed marble, seemed to emanate light.  His
muscles, not as sharply defined as Hector's, were yet
perfectly proportioned, hills and valleys in beautiful array
on chest, belly, and back.  His head of black, loose curls
shook as he moved.  The two men turned in pleasant surprise
to see Bundit enter.

"Hello Cassius, hello Hector," he said, grinning warmly.  "I
suppose you have heard."

"We have," said Cassius.  Hector stepped up to him and
enveloped him in his meaty chocolate arms.  Laying his head
on top of Bundit's--for he was that much taller than the
Asian man--he simply squeezed him tightly and said, simply,
"I will really miss you."  Cassius likewise came up and laid
a hand on Bundit's back--it was about all he could reach in
between Hector's enfolding arms.  "It's nice to see you
today, though," said the mulatto man.  It took Bundit a
moment of choking back strong emotion, and then he pushed
away to hold Hector by the big man's upper arms, smiling at
him, grinning at Cassius who stood next to them.  "Let's get
to work," Bundit said.

Bundit tore off his own shirt and pitched in, soon working
up a similar light shine of sweat on his persimmon, gold and
tan skin.  The men talked as they worked to shift the sacks
of grain.

"What sort of ship will you look for, Bundit?"  asked
Cassius.

"I would like something that goes up and down the coast, or
perhaps to the West Indies.  Nothing around the world, that
might take years and, really, I do want to come back.  I
just need to be on the sea for a while," he said.  Hector
and Cassius nodded.  "I expect I will sign on as an ordinary
seaman.  I'm afraid I have lost my sea legs, and seagoing
ships may be very different now from what they were eleven
years ago," Bundit added.

Work proceeded apace, and then there was a knock on the
broad wooden door of the barn.  There stood Rain and Moss,
grinning shyly, carrying a capacious basket of food and
drink.  "Mama Juno said to bring this over to you," said
Rain.  "It's good food!" Moss chimed in.  The men stopped to
greet the little girls, gently hugging them.  Did Cassius
squeeze Rain extra hard, was there a special love in the way
he tousled her mop of curls so like his own?  No matter;
love is not diminished if we love a few here and there in a
different way than we love others.  The girls deposited
their gift then ran off, giggling.

Sitting down to their lunch, the three reminisced over old
times, Bundit's arrival on the island, all the good times
they had enjoyed together.  Some sparrows flew into the barn
through the open door, and enjoyed the crumbs the men tossed
to them.  Relaxing from the morning's hard work, the three
spread out on the sacks near to each other, nibbling on
bread, butter and cheese, bits of fruit, finishing their
meal.

A sense of what he would lose by leaving began to creep over
Bundit.  He lowered his head, going over in his own mind the
reasons he had to depart.  Cassius and Hector exchanged a
meaningful look over the top of Bundit's head; they could
feel his palpable sorrow, and guessed correctly what it was.
Cassius shifted over to sit right next to the Siamese man.
He put his light brown arm around Bundit's bare shoulder and
squeezed him tightly.

"Bundit... we want you to be happy.  If you need to go, then
go.  Would we be happy if you stayed here and were unhappy?
Everybody knows how much you want to go.  So go... go.  But
Bundit," he said, hugging tight and burying his face in the
jet black wings of thick hair, "come back.  You must.  You
have to."  Moved beyond words, Bundit put his arms around
Cassius as they sat together, struggling to compose himself.
Hector slid in next to them and managed to envelop them both
in his big, meaty, chocolate arms.

Once more, love led to passion, slowly and by degrees.
Faces buried in hair or against cheeks began to nibble ears,
to nuzzle, to kiss cheeks.  Then faces turned to press lips
to lips.  Arms that wrapped around bare shoulders slid
around necks as palms cupped chests and fingers tweaked
nipples.  Normal breathing became heavy.  Separate flesh,
pressed tight against a beautiful range of multi-colored
hues of skin, presented its own demands to merge and become
one.

Hector wrapped both arms around Bundit as Cassius stepped
away for a moment.  Hector pressed the Asian man back
against some grain sacks and kissed him with a slow,
passionate intensity, thick, full, plum lips covering
Bundit's rosebud mouth.  One powerful hand tugged at
Bundit's trousers and pulled them off, with his
undergarment.  Hector slid his dark chocolate hand up and
down Bundit's thin, muscular frame, following curves of
shoulders, hips, and thighs, grasping firm buttocks.

"Come, this way," said Cassius.  He was standing naked,
beautiful flowing muscles under light brown skin.  His
medium brown penis stood straight out in front of him, the
reddish dickhead pushing out from the skin.  Hector rose and
scooped Bundit up in his arms, carrying him like a bride
across the threshhold, his heavy, purple black penis bobbing
up and down, full ballsack swinging.  Cassius had spread
some blankets on the floor of a secluded spot in the barn,
and had found a jar of lubricant.  Hector put Bundit down on
the soft blankets and stretched out naked alongside him,
while Cassius did the same on the other side.

Now Bundit grasped the large brown penis on one side and the
larger midnight black penis on the other side and slowly
pumped them as they arched over his belly, squeezing out
threads of precum that gathered on his belly.  One dark
chocolate hand and one light brown hand slid on Bundit's tan
and gold chest and belly, spreading the precum, tweaking his
nipples.  First one head of short, tight, kinky hair and
then one head of loose black curls bent over Bundit's face,
kissing his lips, his eyelids, his nose, biting his neck and
shoulder.

Then at a signal from Cassius they turned the Asian over
onto his belly, inserting a folded-up, soft blanket
underneath his hips.  Hector scooped up some lubricant with
two fingers and began dilating Bundit's red anus while
Cassius slicked up his own rampant dick.  Hector nodded and
Cassius knelt between Bundit's spread thighs, positioned his
dickhead at the anus, and thrust.  Bundit gasped and moaned,
but in one long, smooth thrust Cassius was landed inside.
The mulatto man held himself up off of Bundit with the palms
of his hands on the blanket below and began pumping, slowly
building up momentum so that his hips were swinging like a
pendulum, moving his glistening brown dick in and out of the
persimmon colored hills of Bundit's butt, the sphincter of
his anus clinging to the rod a fraction of an inch as it
went in and out.  Hector meanwhile stuck a meaty brown paw
underneath Bundit, wrapped his hand around Bundit's penis
and slowly pumped it.  The Asian man clutched the blanket,
turning his head to one side, chest flat against the
blanket.  Faster and faster, and then Cassius cried "Oh! Oh!
Aaaaah!" and slammed forward, holding his groin against
Bundit's butt, pushing his semen out by clenching his ass
muscles.  Cassius held that position a moment and then,
spent, pulled out and rolled off to the side.

Now Hector, who had been greasing his own wood-stiff ebony
pole during Cassius's ecstasy, swung into position.
Although Bundit was already stretched open by Cassius,
Hector's larger penis caused another gasp and soft cry from
the Asian man as the black man inserted himself as far as he
could into his butt.  Hector held his position for a moment,
then began to pump.  His firm, tight, upturned black man's
butt flexed with each repetition, a machine of lust pushing
in and pulling out of Bundit.  Then Hector lowered himself
onto Bundit's back, pushing his muscular arms down under the
Siamese and grasping chest and belly.  Bundit arched his
chest up off the blanket to accommodate this, supporting his
upper torso on his arms.  Locked tightly together, Hector's
hips began to move very quickly, almost vibrating in their
speed and intensity.  Then with a shock his body froze as
his groin pushed forward and a wild animal cry escaped the
black man.  Bundit could hardly breathe from the squeezing
of Hector's arms; he lowered his head as his black lover
emptied his seed into his gut.  Then Hector, conscious of
his physical domination of the smaller man, let go, pulled
out with a plop, and rolled over to lie next to him.

Now Cassius rolled Bundit back over onto his back, semen
leaking onto the blanket from his gaping anus.  The mulatto
man quickly lowered his head to Bundit's straining penis,
taking it in, sucking and pumping.  Stimulated by two
vigorous fuckings, Bundit did not take long.  For a while he
bounced his own hips up and down to the rhythm of Cassius's
attentions, then crying out and clutching Cassius's curly
hair, Bundit shoved his hips upward, shooting a geyser of
semen which the mulatto man swallowed hungrily.  He kept his
mouth over the rampant penis as it continued to flow, then
with one last suck rolled off again and onto his side.

The three lay there together blissfully, holding hands,
caressing flesh gently.  Bundit chuckled:  "I will really
miss that... I will miss the two of you."  A dark chocolate
arm and a light brown arm came over Bundit's chest and
hugged him tight.  They lay like that gathering strength and
breath in the sunny afternoon while songbirds sang in a tree
outside.

...............................


The people of Seaward were gathering for a sweet and sad
dinner in the evening to celebrate Bundit's time with them,
bid him bon voyage, and most especially, to wish him a
speedy return.  Bundit made a point of spending time with
each of the children that afternoon, especially Wat.  Toward
the end of the afternoon as people were setting up tables
and bringing food to the open ground floor of the hay barn
for a dinner, Bundit worked alone in his room on the second
floor of the main house, packing his belongings.  He did not
take everything.  It was important for him and also for the
others that he leave some things there, that it remain "his
room," as a token of his return.  A fresh spring breeze
ruffled the curtains, and birds in the branches of the live
oak outside his window chirped as they built their spring
nests.

Occupied with folding some shirts, he was startled by a soft
knock on the door.  It was Troy, leaning against the door
frame, arms crossed, a smile on his face.  "Oh, Troy!  Come
in," said Bundit.

With the strength and presence of a young lion, Troy walked
into the room to stand next to Bundit, a heavy dark hand on
his shoulder, to survey the work.  "Are you nearly packed,
then, Bundit?" he asked.

"Pretty much so.  I won't take too much, just as much as I
can shift by myself, of course."

Troy nodded and squeezed Bundit's shoulder, pulling him
toward him gently.  "We will miss you; I will miss you.  But
we know you need to do this, so you go with our blessings."
Bundit nodded, grateful for this and other good wishes.
Troy continued, "I wish I had something to give you to
remind you of us, of me, but it looks as if you are pretty
fully packed."

Bundit laid his head against Troy's shoulder and chest,
wrapping his own arm around the man's waist, strong like an
oak trunk.  "There is something you can give me.... and I
can give you.  I... I have been exchanging the same gift
with others last night and today."  Troy thought for a
moment, then put his head back and laughed.  He had heard
rumors.  Looking down to the top of Bundit's jet black hair
he nodded.  "Alright, alright... I would like that."
Stepping away to the door he closed it, then returned and,
holding Bundit by the shoulders and upper arms, he looked
smiling into his almond eyes.  Bundit smiled back, and then
the two melted together in a kiss.  As large as, and more
muscular than Hector, Troy swallowed up the Asian man in his
arms.  Then pushing back for a moment he pulled his shirt
off and then his trousers and undergarment, as Bundit did
the same.  Troy admired Bundit's tight, boxy chest of tan
and gold, his copper nipples, while Bundit reached out to
lightly touch Troy's massive pectorals, to run a finger over
his prune nipples.  They came back together in a tight
embrace, penises batting and sliding together compressed
between their torsos.

It was not intense, scrabbling, or heated.  It was simple
and passionate.  Two good friends were saying goodbye, and
how lucky they were that their friendship could also be
expressed in physical intimacy--not all good friends are so
blessed.  Troy stepped around Bundit and threw himself on
the bed, pulling the Asian man on top of himself.  They
hugged tightly and kissed, sharing the lovely illusion of
flesh being joined through chocolate brown and gold and tan
skin.  Then Troy tugged and shifted on Bundit until the
Siamese man, getting the message, turned around so that he
crouched end to end over Troy.

On the bottom, Troy first sucked Bundit's full, tightly
drawn up scrotum into his mouth, lightly rolling the
testicles around.  The gentle suction of his mouth brought a
moan of pleasure from Bundit, who was occuped at the other
end.  Bundit had one golden tan hand around Troy's purple
black dick and was sliding it up and down the base of the
shaft, while he sucked and tongued the big dickhead that
leaked precum.  Then Troy relinquished Bundit's balls and
took his stiff, downhanging penis into his mouth and began
sucking.  Bundit set up a short, steady rhythm with his
hips, sliding his stiff dick up and down into Troy's mouth.
At the same time he swallowed as much of Troy's massive,
stiff penis as he could, sucking and bobbing, while he
followed the movements of his head with his hand around the
base of the rigid shaft.

They came at nearly the same time, Troy first by a few
seconds.  It was not wild and thrashing for either of them.
It was the offering up of a gift, and the receiving of the
same.  Each felt a part of himself move with the ecstasy of
love up and out and into the other, and as each swallowed
the other's semen he understood that a part of the other
would now become part of his own flesh.  Quietly, each
finished, sucked the last drops from the other's dick, and
then pulled off.  Bundit collapsed flat on top of Troy,
laying his cheek on the still-hard genitals as Troy kissed
Bundit's inner thighs softly.  "Thanks, Troy," whispered
Bundit.  Troy laughed softly, slapping the persimmon colored
bottom above his face playfully.  "Until next time," he
whispered back.

........................

The party that night was joyous and sad, looking to the past
and to the future and beyond the future to Bundit's return.
There were stories and quiet conversations until dark.  One
by one the people of Seaward, the dinner things cleared
away, began to take their leave of Bundit.  He would go in
the morning, and wanted to say his goodbyes tonight to most
of his friends.  Quiet settled on the group.  Gathering up
Wat in his arms he kissed him and held him tight, then sent
him off with Portia for the night.

Only Appleby remained, smiling at his friend.  In the
distance an owl hooted, and a night hawk swooped across the
distant line of trees.  Bundit sighed and looked at Appleby
with a slight smile.  "Master Mark," he said, "would you
like to spend the night together?"

"I would," said Appleby.  Hand in hand they walked from the
barn to the main house to the second floor, lowering lamps
as they went.