Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2004 18:36:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lance Kyle <lokiaga@prodigy.net>
Subject: Seaward Plantation chapter nine

This story contains graphic but completely fictional
depictions of sex among men and men, and men and underage
boys.  If this offends you, if it is illegal for you to read
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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.