New Years Eve 1900 1/1 Codes b/b t/t M/M (oral, anal, interracial) By idc90@hotmail.com
Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between boys, teens, and men. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what your supposed to do. Find something else and delete this file. If this kind of story turns you off, go find something else. If you want to read about someone have sex every other sentence, this one is not it.
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------- December 31, 1899
Twenty minutes, and it will be 1900. Jas is asleep on the sofa. I'll wake him in time to see the New Year. Maybe he'll feel like having sex. We haven't missed having sex on New Years Eve since '66. That old fool, Jas, should have known better then to try and lift Old Miz Jenkins' wagon. That's what we have all those jacks for. We'll be 50 years-old the day-after-tomorrow. Even under his shirt, his muscles still bulge out, and he still makes me hot. Well, a few days rest, and he'll be alright. Jas and me were born on the same farm, on the same day in 1850. My name's John. I was named after Jas' pa, who was my pa's best friend.
I guess nobody but me knows the real Jas. They all think Jas is just one of those good niggers that wouldn't leave his master. Nobody knows he is the richest men in the county. They all thought it was Uncle James that was rich. They never knew it was Jas telling him what to do, and giving him the money to do it. They all think I'm doing well, but even if it is almost 1900, nobody would accept a negro man owning most of the county. Some of those red neck crackers would have a heart attack if they knew Jas owns the farms they're renting. Jas has done it all. I've just been a front for the man I love. We've always had to be careful. Jas might not be a slave anymore, but if anyone found out he has a white lover, they would kill us both.
I let my mind wander back. I don't know how old we were, when we learned that people treated me different then Jas, just because I was white. We must have been real young. I remember when I was real little, feeling bad when any white man came to see my pa. Papa John, that's Jas' papa, would act all humble like, calling Papa, Master, and talking funny, and jumping around like he didn't have no sense. I hated seeing Papa John act that way. I wished people would just stay away, and leave us be. Then Papa John could act right.
I guess we were about 7, when I had to go to school. Jas couldn't go. There was some stupid law that said you couldn't teach a darky to read or write. Well, I had to go to school and set in that old school house, while Jas got to help our pa's around the farm, or when Papa John had some blacksmithing to do. When I got home from school, I had to sit down and teach Jas everything I had learned that day. I didn't mind that. Jas was real smart, but always had questions I couldn't answer. We would just go to Papa or Papa John, and they would show us. If they didn't know, Mama or Mama Bell did. Mama Bell was Mama's best friend, and Jas' mama.
Jas and I did everything together. When it was bath time, we got in the tub together. At mealtimes, we sat around the same table, as we all ate. We grew up thinking my mama was Jas', and Mama Bell was mine too. When one of us would get hurt when we were little, the closest mama was were we ran. They had their own house; a shack really, but all they did there was sleep. Papa John said it wouldn't do for them to have better.
When we were about 10, Jas and I started figuring things out about our bodies. You can't grow up on a farm, and not know something about sex. At first, Jas and I would just use our hands on each other to make us feel good. One day, we were laying naked up in the barn. Papa and Papa John were working in the field, and Mama and Mama Bell were in the house. Jas and I were supposed to be cleaning the hay loft, but we decided to have some fun.
I was kissing and licking on Jas' titties. We had learned it fells real good if we do that to each other. Jas' dark, black dick was hard against his tummy, the same as mine was against me. I was kissing and licking down his tummy, when I came to his thing. I kissed it and gave it a lick, and Jas squealed, just like one of the little pigs. I thought that was funny, so I tried it again. I licked it again, and Jas moaned and shoved his hips up. His thing was in my mouth! It didn't taste bad or nothing, and Jas seemed to really like it there, so I didn't spit it out. Jas started pushing it in and out of my mouth, and told me it felt really good. It didn't take long before his body started doing that shaking, and he said it was the best feeling he had ever had. I couldn't wait for my turn. We started doing it that way from then on.
We were in town one Saturday, it must have been when we were 11 or 12, and we were over at the livery stable. We were watching a stallion service a mare, when Jas got that look. I could tell he had something in mind, and he couldn't wait for us to get away from there. When he told me what he had in mind, I told him he was crazy. I wasn't about to let him put his thing up my rear. Well, Jas just wouldn't let go. He kept on and on about it, week after week, until I gave in. I told him I would try.
We waited till we could sneak off to the hay loft. I took my coveralls off, and got on my hands and knees. Jas got on top of me, just like we saw the stallion do to the mare. He pushed and shoved, but his thing just wouldn't go in. He kept trying for 10 or 15 minutes, before I told him to give up, and I would suck on his thing for him. We gave each other the feeling, but I could tell Jas still hadn't let go in his mind, that other way.
Jas is real smart, and I knew if he had enough time, he would figure something out. It wasn't but a couple of weeks later, that he told me he knew what to do. We just needed to use some axle grease, and make us slick. I told you Jas was smart. We snuck over to Papa John's blacksmith shop, and got a good gob of axle grease, taking it back to the hay loft.
Jas smeared some on my bottom, then some on his dick. We got into position, and he started poking me with his dick again. It just slid up and down my crack. Jas said that felt good, but he wanted to get it inside. He used his hand to hold his dick still, then pushed against me. It slid right inside. Jas said it was the best feeling he ever had, and it felt good to me too. Jas wanted me to do it to him, so he could see what it felt like. We both liked doing it that way. For some reason, we both had the runs for a week afterward. Jas figured it must have been the axle grease, so we used some of Mama Bell's lard after that.
The year we were 13, a lot happened to us. Papa had to go off to War, and that just left Papa John to take care of the farm, with mine and Jas' help. Papa told us before he left, that he didn't want to go, but that he must. He told me and Jas, that we would have to be men, and help Papa John, and mind what he told us. Jas and me didn't understand what the war was about, just that it had something to do with states rights. The North was trying to force stuff on the South, so the South became a new country called the Confederate States of America. Papa had to go defend our state.
One day, Jas had my dick in his mouth, sucking on it, as I pushed in and out. The feeling started, but it was different. It was better then it had ever happened, and suddenly, something shot out of my dick. Jas choked, and started yelling at me for peeing in his mouth. But honest, I didn't pee! After he calmed down, we could see it wasn't pee, but some white stuff. Jas said it didn't taste like pee, but although it didn't taste real good, it didn't taste bad. I got some of the white stuff off his chin, and tasted it. It wasn't pee. A few days later, Jas told me a darky boy had told him it was called cum, and that's what men put inside women to make a baby. It was only a few months later, that Jas could make cum too. His tasted almost the same as mine.
It was that same year, we got the word that Papa had been killed at Chancellorsville. It changed us all, but I think it changed Papa John more then any of the rest of us. We would sometimes see Papa John just staring at nothing, or sometimes looking around, like he was hunting for Papa.
Papa John sat us all down in the house the night we heard about Papa, and had a talk with us. He told me that Papa's will left everything to me. He said they had hoped I would be much older when Papa died, but we would just have to do what we had to do. Papa John went on to explain that Papa had offered many years before to set them free. The world being like it was, they felt they were safer being Papa's slaves on paper. So now I owned Papa John, Mama Bell, and Jas. It didn't feel right. Nobody can own someone else. Especially Papa John and Mama Bell and Jas! Papa John just patted his knee. I climbed onto his lap, like I did when I was a little kid, and wanted Papa John's comforting. Papa John wrapped me in his big strong arms, and told me everything would be alright.
Everything wasn't alright. Oh, for the first year, but then the world just fell apart. It was in March of '64 that the influenza hit the county. Big strong Papa John was one of the first to go. We buried him under the big oak tree on top of the knoll. It was always his favorite place to sit after a hard day. Mama Bell just seemed to give up, and she went next. We placed her beside Papa John. A week later, we lost Mama.
The people from town wouldn't let us bury Mama beside Mama Bell. We had to bury her a ways off, but that night, Jas and me moved her. I know she will be happier beside Mama Bell, then off by herself.
Judge Wills from town, told me that until I was 21, or some of my kinfolk could be found, I was a ward of the court, and had to do what he said. He said it was his responsibility to take care of everything for me until I was grown. He wanted to sell Jas, but I begged him not too. He finally agreed not to, because slaves weren't bringing much of anything at that time. He decided to rent Jas to the army. I told him I didn't want Jas killed too, and he just laughed at me, and said they don't let niggers fight. They just dig ditches, and do the work that has to be done. He would rent out the farm, but he didn't say what would happen to me. When he asked me how much money we had, I told him $75.00. I decided I wasn't going to tell him about the money we had buried on the other side of Papa John. Papa and Papa John didn't trust banks, so our money was in gold and silver coins, buried at the oak tree. There was almost $3,000.00 there. The Judge seemed disappointed there wasn't more money, but he didn't say anything, except tell me to give it to him.
When I told Jas, we both cried. When we went to bed that night, Jas fucked me as if we would never see each other again. It was then that I knew I loved Jas more then just as a brother. He was my life. I didn't see how I could survive without him. He admitted he felt the same way.
They came and took us away the next morning. I was to go to the army too. I went to work as an orderly in the field hospital. Jas was put to work with a gang of darkies, digging graves. There wasn't much I could do for those poor men. A sip of water, or a chamber pot. When things got bad towards the end of the war, we didn't have any medicine. There wasn't even whisky to dull the pain. I still wake up some nights hearing the screams of men, as the doctors sawed off an arm or a leg, trying to save their lives.
Jas and I would see each other for a few minutes, when he came to get those who had died during the night. We were never alone, but it was good just to be able to see he was alright. Soon, we lost even that. When the blacksmith needed a new helper, he choose Jas, after he found out he had a little experience. I couldn't often find an excuse to go to the blacksmith shop.
It was during that time, that I met James. He was a lieutenant, and had lost his leg and an arm. He didn't have a home to go back to. It had been burned to the ground by Sherman's men. He didn't have any family to take care of him, so he stayed with the hospital, doing what he could for the injured. I liked James, and we became good friends.
One day, the Colonel came, and said we were all to go home. The war was over. General Lee had surrendered. I asked James what he was going to do, and he said he didn't know. Jas came running to me, and I grabbed him in a hug. At least Jas was now free to be free. I didn't have to be his master anymore, and Judge Wills couldn't sell him.
I asked Jas what he was going to do, and he looked at me shocked, before he said, "We're going home!" It was Jas' idea to make James my uncle. James didn't have a home to go to, and no money left. It would work, if he would go along with the idea. I felt we could trust James. I knew the kind of man he was. He wouldn't take charity, but he would take a job. We would go home, and work the farm. Jas would re-open Papa John's blacksmith shop, and James would be our guardian. It would work.
It took us weeks to get home. Poor James couldn't go very fast, hobbling along on one leg. We had to stop often, and let him rest. We was able to hitch a ride for him sometimes, but not often. There were just too many wounded soldiers trying to get home. Food was hard to come by. None of us had any money. Jas and I had never seen any of the money we were supposed to get paid, and James hadn't gotten paid in months. We managed. We slept at the side of the road, when we got tired. We begged food along the way, but often, the people at the houses along the way, had nothing to give. The South was broken.
The first night, after we were sure James was asleep, Jas and I slipped farther back into the woods. He took me in his arms, and kissed me on the lips. That shocked me a little, we had never done that. Then, all of a sudden, his tongue was inside my mouth. It took my breath away, but when I recovered, I liked what he was doing to me. I tried slipping my tongue in his mouth, and it was wonderful.
I dropped his coveralls. I didn't really need to. There was a big hole right near his crotch, that when he walked, you could see nearly every- thing. It had been driving me crazy all day. I knew he was bigger then the last time we were together. So was I. His meat was sticking up, and I wrapped my lips around it. It was a lot bigger. I would have liked to have had it up my rear, but we didn't have any lard. I sucked as Jas fucked in and out. His hands were on the back of my head, gently guiding me. It didn't take long before he moaned, and my mouth was filling with his juices. I had to swallow it, because a lot more was coming out of him then he used to shoot. I didn't mind. It was my Jas.
When it was my turn, Jas took me in his hot mouth, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. When I cum, I felt as if the top of my head was coming off. I fell to my knees in front of Jas, and he hugged me and supported me to keep me from falling. Once I had recovered, we snuck back to where James was sleeping.
We weren't far from the farm. We were almost home. Another few miles. When we got to the farm, our faces fell. We had described to James the farm we had left. It was hard to tell it was the same place. The house was there, and so was the barn and blacksmith shop, but it had been run down. The door of our house that Mama and Mama Bell took so much pride in, was hanging by one hinge. The furniture was gone. We went to the blacksmith shop. All of Papa John's tools were gone. Everything that could be moved was missing. All that was left was the big anvil that Papa John had spent many an hour at, hammering at a piece of hot iron. Mama Bell's chicken coops were empty. The fields were covered with weeds.
We told James we were going to go check on the graves. He said he would stay at the house. We climbed the knoll, and the graves looked like they hadn't been disturbed. Papa John's marker was leaning a little, so we straitened it. Mama Bell's was ok, and we hadn't moved Mama's. We didn't have anything to dig with, so we didn't check on the money. The ground looked like it hadn't been disturbed in years. I asked Jas what we were going to do, and just like Papa John always used to say, he told me "We're just going to do what we have to do."
James and I went to see Judge Wills the next morning. James told him he was my mama's brother. And was there to settle our accounts. Judge Wills said he was glad we all made it through the war. And just kept yapping about nothing. I wanted to know what happened to all our stuff. The Judge said army deserters must have stole it all. When I asked about our money, he gave James 10 dollars and 65 cents, in worthless Confederate paper. I told him I had given him 75 dollars in gold. He said the rest had gone for expenses, taxes and such. Even mine and Jas' army pay.
Jas had told me to buy a shovel before going back home. We gave the man at the store the 10 dollars for an old rusted shovel. He had said he would sell it for 15 cents in coin. I just hoped our money was still there. Jas had a fit about our paying that kind of money for an old shovel. Then when he looked at it, he said it was ours anyway. It had Papa John's mark on it. We dug up the money that night, and when we counted it, we were just 20 dollars and 45 cent short of 3000 dollars.
We all worked like dogs, those first few years after the war. Jas was tight with our money. We only bought what we had to have, and Jas didn't think we had to have much. He was right. All I needed was a little food, and his love. Land was cheap, so we quietly bought up all the farms we could. We put tenant farmers on them, and let them farm for shares. We didn't try to cheat them the way we heard some landowners were doing. In fact, when Jas decided the man that owned the general store in town was cheating our people, we opened our own store. We found a white man to run it for us, and he always thought he worked for James.
For a while after the war, we thought things were going to be different for the darkies. Things were better, they were free, but that was all. It wasn't long before the KKK raised it's ugly head.
Jas has been able to put most of Papa John's blacksmith shop back together. When we would buy a farm, the first thing Jas would do, would be to look for any of Papa John's tools. We found most of them that way. Some we had to buy back at a sale, some were left out at the blacksmith shop, when no one was around. For over 30 years now, Jas has been know as the best blacksmith around.
James never said anything about Jas and me sharing a bed. At first, we told him it was cheaper, and we wouldn't have to buy 3 beds. After the first year, the subject just never came up again. He had to know what was going on, we weren't always that quiet.
James would take care of the house, and cook our meals. We tried to buy him a wheel chair, but he would have none of it. He said he got around fine with his crutch. James died in '76. The doctor said a piece of shrapnel that had been left in him, cut an artery, and he bleed to death inside, before anything could be done. We buried him at Papa John's feet. Jas will be laid beside Papa John, and I'll be beside him. I've always mourned that we don't know where Papa is laid.
After we lost James, our lawyer at the capital takes care of everything for us. He rents out the farms, and if anyone has a problem, he takes care of it. If he's not sure what to do, he telephones Jas. I think starting the telephone company was one of Jas' best moves. I just can't get over the fact that you can call someone miles away, and in just a few minutes be talking to them. Of course, I wasn't against our investing in the electric company either.
Back in '88, it looked like I had lost Jas. He wanted us to have an heir. He wanted me to get married. I told him I couldn't. I loved him too much to ever be able to live with a woman. I could see that it was something that was real important to him. I told him he would have to be the one to take a wife. He found a woman named Cassie, and after they had kept company a while, they got married. We rebuilt the old shack, and I moved out there. It was hard for me to work with Jas and not be able to make love to him. Some nights, I couldn't sleep, wanting to be laying in his arms. I liked Cassie, and I would never do anything to harm her, or cause her greif, but it was hard not to want him.
Cassie was pregnant within two months of their getting married. Little Johnny was born Christmas Day, 1888. Cassie succumbed to childbirth fever, she died two days later. We laid her to the right of James. She will be at Jas' feet.
Little Johnny went to Cassie's people. Her mama insisted she raise him. It was just as well, how could we take care of a little baby? I moved back to the house, and comforted Jas in his grief. He did grieve. He had loved her. Little Johnny has spent every Sunday of his life with us, and has been promised he can live with us when he is 12. That will be soon enough to start teaching him his responsibilities. Well, it's five minutes to midnight. I had better wake Jas. I want my New Year's fucking.
"Jas, wake up Jas. It's time for us to go to bed, honey."
The End
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