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Chapter 4
Gord followed close behind his new "friends" to the parking lot behind the Terminus. There they found a man standing beside an old beat-up half-ton. Aunty Mabel ran over to him and hugged him. She then turned about and introduced Gord to the man Josh, her brother, who had been looking at him questioningly as they all walked up. Gord stuck out his hand and the man took it. "How do you do sir" Gord said shyly.
"Suh?" Josh laughed "Ah ain't never be called suh befoe" he said in a heavy southern accent. "Son, Ah think Ah'm gonna like yo, but y'all call me Josh." he clapped Gord on the back. Then he told him and the other two to climb in the box of the truck for the ride home.
"You probably want to lay down until we at least get out of town and onto the back road Gord" said Lyle softly. The three of them noticed that they were being watched by an elderly couple, as he climbed into the truck. The man caught his eye and shook his head disapprovingly. Gord smiled at him, and settled in beside Lyle, with his back to cab. Once there were no other people around Lyle pulled him down to lay on his lap. Lyle had his hand sitting lightly on Gord's shoulder and didn't move it the whole while he as laying there.
They drove for sometime through the city and then Gord noticed that the buildings were getting lower and sparser as they entered a residential area of town or so he thought. Lyle was describing where they were and where they were headed. It was about a half hour after they left the bus station that he felt them turn off the pavement and heard the familiar sound of a gravel road. Lyle finally told him he could sit up.
All this while however he was kinda enjoying himself. It felt good to feel the warmth of Lyle's legs on the side of his face. He thought at one point that he could feel some "activity" though he wasn't sure if that was the unevenness of the road or Lyle.
As they rode along the three young men chatted. Gord told them a little about himself and life in and around Montreal. Lyle and Joe told him about their life in North Carolina. They all talked about their hopes and dreams, they talked about civil rights. Lyle and Joe were very interested in what Gord had to say about his feelings on the subject. And though they thought he had a rather idealised view on the subject, they could see that he truly believed in the equality of all people. They could see that he really couldn't understand why whites in the south in particular had such a deep-seated hatred for any idea of equal rights, or the people that supported those rights.
Lyle tried to explain the whole concept behind the civil war and the forced emancipation of the slaves. He tried to explain how even after a hundred years people still found it hard to see how those that were once their slaves should now be their equals. He tried to explain but since he didn't really understand it himself he felt that he didn't do a very good job.
At one point, Gord now sitting up next to Lyle, received a hug from the young man. Gord looked at Lyle and grinned at him. This was the way it should be. This was how it was with his friends back home. Why was this so difficult down here?
It was another fifteen minutes down the dirt road before they pulled into a short driveway and Josh parked the truck in front of what Gord's first impression was a shack. There were four young children standing on the porch in front of who Gord soon found out was Josh's wife Ernestine.
The shack was very basic. It was very small in comparison to his own home, which wasn't all that big. Once inside he saw that there were about three rooms. One main room that was loosely described as the kitchen or the living room depending on where you happened to be at the moment, and two other rooms that Gord figured were bedrooms. The 'bathroom' it was pointed out to him was an outhouse behind the house.
Besides the house there was a small barn in which Josh housed a couple pigs, some chickens and five cows. Josh was a share cropper and he also made a bit of extra cash selling eggs and milk products. These people were poor, and yet they invited him in as if he were one of the family. Even though he was an unexpected guest nothing was said and room was made for him at the table and in the house.
That evening was one of the more pleasant evenings he had spent in a long time. After supper they all sat out on the porch and just talked. Much of the talk centred around the march the next day. Gord was excited about it. He told them that he was a bit scared, but that if he could just walk with Dr. King that would make it all worth while.
"Chile" Mabel exclaimed "don't you jest beat all"
Gord was sitting against one of the corner posts of the porch facing in. Lyle was at the same post but facing out and sitting on the edge of the porch. He seemed to be just surveying the fields and the barnyard as he sat there. Every once in a while he would add a comment here and there. The other people were sitting in various places across the porch, some on chairs, others on the floor of the porch. The children were just playing at the feet of their parents.
After a while Lyle adjusted himself a bit and his shoulder was now against Gord's. They were talking quietly together now about this and that. Lyle was telling him about how he loved coming down here to visit his aunt and uncle and how he would always sleep in the hay loft. His brother Joe hated to sleep there and would always choose to sleep on the floor in the living room. As they were talking between themselves Gord put his hand down to brace himself as he readjusted his own position. As he put is hand down it came to rest on another hand. He pulled his hand away and looking down realised that it was Lyle's. He excused himself and set his hand down beside the other hand. Lyle didn't say anything but a moment later Gord felt Lyle's little finger lay down on top of his. Gord started a bit but didn't move his hand. A moment later Lyle brought the rest of his hand to lie on top of Gord's. Nothing was said. When Aunt Ernestine got up at one point Lyle quickly withdrew his hand. A moment later Gord felt Lyle's hand on his again. He looked over at Lyle who glanced back at him with a little smile.
Joe called over to Lyle from where he was sitting and Lyle let go again, and turned to look at Joe as he answered him. The conversation was about other times they had visited their aunt and uncle. Lyle got up and sat on the edge of the porch half facing Gord with one foot on the porch and the other on the ground. He sat like that for a while as they all reminisced. Lyle would bring Gord into the conversation often by looking directly at him while he talked. Gord for his part took the opportunity for the first time that day to study the young man sitting in front of him.
Lyle was in his 20s Gord surmised. He was about 6' tall and well built, well he wasn't skinny and he wasn't overweight. He had in Gord's eyes an attractive face. The way he was sitting his slacks which were not tight fitting promised strong muscular legs. Gord took all this in as he listened to the bantering that was going on around him.
He was often asked for his own comments and he offered his own experiences to the conversation as they all chatted. But as he looked across at Lyle, he could feel that familiar stirring in his groin that could not be ignored. It felt so delicious, and as usual it cause some significant fanaticising as it enveloped him.
After a couple minutes Gord casually dropped his right foot onto the ground. He purposely stretched his leg so that his foot would be as close to Lyle's as possible. He looked into Lyle's eyes as he did it. He wanted to be sure if the hand thing was something more, and not an accident. Lyle cocked an eyebrow but continued to chatter with the rest of the family as though nothing was occurring outside that.
A moment later Lyle readjusted himself and Gord watched as the man also stretched his leg so that they were touching, but out of sight of the other folk. Lyle smiled at him. They both moved their leg or foot every now and then just to enhance the contact. There was definitely something there
After a while Ernestine announced that it was late and started gathering the children up to put them to bed.
"So Joe you gonna join me in the hay loft" laughed Lyle. He knew full well that Joe would turn the invitation down.
"You know better than to ask me that brother."
Everyone else was now getting to their feet. Aunty Mabel went in with Ernestine to help settle the kids. Josh looked at Gord and said "As yuh kin see this ain't no high-class hotel heh, but yer invited to bunk down where yuh like."
Lyle who was standing close behind Gord said. "I'm gonna bunk in the barn uncle Josh, jest like ole times."
Gord picked right up on that and said "That sounds like fun, if you don't mind having me along. I don't think I snore too badly"
Josh looked at Gord "Well son it's up to you if yuh don' mind sleepin' in the hay yer welcome to the hay loft with Lyle."
"That sounds just great sir, there's nothing like the softness and smell of hay. I have friends that have a farm back home and we would often go up into the hay loft. I love it."
Josh laughed and gave Gord a slight punch in the shoulder so that he stumbled back. "now ah tol' you, yer embarassin' me callin' me suh, yo can jest call me Josh"
Gord stepped back laughing, "Ok, sorry er... Uncle Josh", Gord stepped back against Lyle who was right behind him. Lyle grabbed him and held him with his hands on his waist, but the two of them almost fell. Everyone was laughing, but with the hand on his earlier and now Lyle holding him... Gord felt a surge of energy ripping from Lyle's hands right into the depths of his groin.
Aunt Ernestine and Mabel came back out just then wondering what the commotion was all about. "Lyle and Gord are takin' the hay mow, and Joe is gonna sleep inside somewhere's "
Ernestine looked at Gord who had now moved away from Lyle a bit. "Yo sho that's alright with you son? Ah can make up a mat for yo in the living room."
"No, Ma'am the hay loft will be just fine." Gord replied eagerly. With that he went into the house and got his packsack and he and Lyle with an oil lantern Josh had given them, headed for the barn. When they closed the door behind them, Lyle took Gord's hand and set the lantern on a shelf. "I'm really interested in being with you tonight Gord." he said softly. He leaned forward and their lips first brushed against each other and then they kissed. Gord closed his eyes and allowed it to happen. His knees became like rubber, and he found himself holding onto Lyle for support.
"We'd better settle down first " he whispered to Lyle breaking off the kiss. Uncle Josh is going to wonder why the light hasn't moved"
Lyle laughed "Yer right." he picked up the lantern again and they moved first into the milk room. Lyle stopped there and pulled out his cock to have a piss in the dung trough that was there for the cows. Gord looked at the other man and decided he had better have a leak as well. Both men stood and watched the other, admiring the equipment. Both men were having a hard time urinating because they were both very close to having a full erection.
The barn door opened and Josh came in. "You boys alright in heh?"
Gord had a fright and quickly put his cock back in his pants. Lyle did the same just he took his time. "Yeah Uncle Josh, jest lookin' around and havin' a leak here"
Josh came into the room and chuckled. "Ok then, you find the loft there cuz Ah needs the lantern, the women thought yo should have these to lay on." He handed the boys a couple blankets
He led the boys to the ladder up to the loft and they climbed up. Lyle gave up the lantern to his uncle and Josh seeing them both safely up the ladder left for the house, after he wished them good night.
They felt their way around in the hay, and spread out the blankets. The next thing Gord knew, Lyle was on top of him and they were kissing fervently. Gord opened his mouth almost immediately and began to probe at Lyle's. As they kissed both men explored each other's bodies with their hands. Gord found Lyle's substantial cock and through the fabric of the man's pants gently stroked it and traced it's contours. He felt Lyle's hand on his one now rigid member. He moaned through the kiss at the man's touch. They kissed with their tongues dancing together for sometime before they broke off for breath.
"I thought you might be gay and I hoped you might be interested when we were still on the bus. Just the way to looked at me and Joe, and some of the other men in the bus." Said Lyle. "Joe doesn't like this stuff we're doin'. He would have a fit if he knew. He doesn't even know that I like boys and men."
"How do you know he doesn't like it?" asked Gord nestling into the Lyle.
Lyle gently stroked Gord's hair and kissed him on the cheek, bringing him into a close embrace. "When we were growing up you know just findin' out about sex, I tried to get him to touch me in our bed one night and he got real mad. He told our dad who beat the shit out of me. Since then if the subject of homosexuality comes up in the news he makes it clear that he thinks it is a sin, and anyone like that should be killed."
"Wow! Breathed Gord. "I guess we don't want him to know what we're doin' here tonight do we?"
Lyle laughed lightly at that, "No we definitely don't want him to know about this."
Gord was gently stroking Lyle's torso. With one hand while still holding Gord close Lyle unbuttoned his shirt. Gord moved the material aside and allowed his hand to revel in the feel of Lyle's hard belly and chest. It was smooth and silky and warm. This was a new experience for him. Except for Marty on the bus, He had never been with a man before, But Marty had at least given him some good enough practice. He just hoped he would get it right. He so wanted this.
Gord leaned up and kissed Lyle's belly. He moved up and with one hand he gently tweaked and massaged one of Lyle's hard nipples while he kissed and sucked and nibbled on the other. Lyle was moaning in pleasure.
"Yer fuckin' hot boy." He moaned softly
Lyle was stroking Gord's back as he did this. Gord once again worked his way down Lyle's torso with his mouth. He brought his hand down to softly drag it cross the man's crotch. He could feel that solid shape of what he had briefly seen in the stall below. Lyle responded with a little jerk and a moan as Gord's hand came in contact with his cock under the fabric of his slacks. He brought his hand down to open it up. Gord pushed his hand away and sat up. "Let me do that " he whispered. He positioned himself between Lyle's legs kneeling. It was pitch dark neither man could see the other but their presence to each other was palpable.
Gord placed his hands on Lyle's thighs and then slowly, erotically slid them up. Lyle shivered with the excitement of what was happening. He reached up and found Gord's arms and held them as Gord's hands crept up over his now aching cock toward his belt.
Gord's cock was pushing hard against his clothes to get out. He was so excited, here in the pitch dark he was about to have sex with a coloured man, a gorgeous coloured man. Not only was it unacceptable for him to even be in the company of this man but here in the United States what they were about to do was even worse, it was unthinkable and grounds for imprisonment, or worse much worse.
He slowly undid the buckle of Lyle's belt and opened it up. Next he undid the button at the top. With his other hand he now started to massage the man's belly. It was wet with perspiration, his hand slid smoothly over the beautiful belly, as he slowly lowered the zipper. Lyle by now was whimpering with urgency and pleasure. "Ohnnnn Gord, ohhnn Please Gord" he whispered pleadingly.
With the zipper down Gord with both hands now started to peel the slacks down his fingers hooking the underwear as well, bringing both down. Lyle lifted his body up to allow the pants to be removed. Gord removed them completely. There was a pause as he lay the clothes to the side. Then he leaned forward and his mouth made contact with the skin of Lyle's inner right thigh. Lyle sucked in his breath at the touch.
Gord was drinking in the mixed aroma of the hay, and the sweat and the man's musk as he worked his way up to the prize. He arrived at the ball sac and nuzzled it. He took first one of the precious balls into his mouth, and very gently bathed it in his mouth. While he was doing this his hand found Lyle's rigid member. As his thumb passed over the head he felt the silky slipperiness of the precum that was obviously flowing in copious amounts.
Lyle could only groan softly. His body was writhing in ecstasy. He found it incredible that so much pleasure could be his. He had never been with a white boy before and had often fanaticised about what it would be like. This had already gone far beyond anything that he had imagined. This boy was making love to his body, he was worshipping him with his mouth and his very being it seemed.
Gord slowly began to stroke Lyle's aching cock. He knew that it would not be long, so he worked his way slowly up this fantastic piece of man flesh, nibbling and kissing as he went. When he came to the tip he first licked the precum that was there. That action caused Lyle to jerk back with a groan which in turn caused a rush of more precum.
Gord licked his lips, he rubbed them through the precum that was flowing freely now, and then he slowly slid the hot cock into his mouth. His tongue worked around the head as it entered his mouth. Lyle took in a sharp breath "Ohhnnn Fuck " he gasped "I'm going to cum"
Gord slid the cock right to the back of his throat and started to bob up and down on this magnificent manhood. Within a few seconds with Lyle holding his head and moaning he became the recipient of a mammoth surge of hot cum, spurting against the back of his throat. He swallowed as quickly as he could so he wouldn't loose any. After the cock stopped pulsing and Lyle relaxed a bit, Gord continued to suck to make sure he had milked everything out of the man.
Finished, he sat up and then stretched himself out to lay beside this beautiful man. He nestled his head into Lyle's shoulder. They lay quietly for several minutes.
After a few moments Gord whispered, "That was so good Lyle. You taste and feel so good."
Lyle drew him close and then leaned up on one elbow. He bent down and found Gord's mouth. They kissed deeply. Their tongues came together. As they kissed Lyle started to undress Gord. His shirt came off in record time and with Gord helping. The young white boy was soon laying naked under the black man. They were in a passionate lust driven embrace. Lyle was once again hard and their cocks moved together between them.
Lyle positioned himself on his knees between Gord's legs. He wanted to fuck this boy but tonight he would suck him off, what he hoped would be as mind blowing as the boy had just given him.
Gord lay back in anticipation of what was about to happen. He felt Lyle lean forward and gently suck on his nipples. While he was doing that he also gingerly took hold of Gord's swollen member, exploring the head with his thumb. The precum that was flowing freely helped the thumb slide freely over the silky smooth skin of the head. Gord was jerking at the touch but moaning softly with the pleasure of it, he encouraged Lyle on.
Lyle moved his way down the warm torso licking the sweat off of it as he went. Gord reach down and holding the man's head urged him to move faster to the rod that was aching for his wet hot mouth. He groaned in a heavy lust filled whisper, "Ohhnnn Lyle I want you so bad. Take me man!"
Lyle needed no further invitation and with one quick move he slide the entire member into his mouth. As it hit the back of his mouth he adjusted quickly and Gord felt the intense pleasure of Lyle's throat muscles moving over his cockhead as Lyle swallowed. It was more than Gord could handle. With a barely stifled scream he let loose a massive volume of cum into Lyle's throat. He held Lyle's head as he fucked in and out of the man's mouth. He couldn't believe how wonderful it was.
Lyle continued sucking until there was not more cum to be had and Gord had become so sensitive that he was frantically pushing him away.
Lyle pulled himself up to lay beside Gord again. Gord adjusted himself and lay with his head on Lyle's shoulder. It was in that position that they fell asleep and were wakened a few hours later with the sound of Uncle Josh coming into the barn to milk the cows.
Lyle woke first and realised in a panic if Uncle Josh saw them lying naked together there would be hell to pay. He woke Gord and motioned him to get dressed quickly, pointing down to where the sounds of Uncle Josh were only too clear and close.
Josh could hear Lyle and Gord stirring in the loft so he called up for them to give him a hand. After some frantic dressing on their part they were quickly down in the stalls.
The pigs and chickens needed feeding and the cow stalls had to be slopped out. Both young men were quite happy to help and Josh was happy for the help. Although he felt a little awkward asking the white boy to do anything, Gord didn't seem to mind. It was good to have all the chores done quickly. They would be able to get into town for the march and be there on time, maybe even early.
Once the chickens were fed and the pigs, Gord grabbed a shovel and was going to help Lyle shovel the cowshit out of the stalls. Josh stopped him. "Ah have 'nother job fer yo son" he said. He handed Gord a bucket full of milk, "Y'all take that up to th'house and give it te my wife. She'll be wantin' to use some fresh milk this mornin' no doubt with all the gang here"
As he walked up the path to the house, he met one of the children on their way down to the chicken coop with a basket to pick up the eggs. Gord smiled at her and wished her a good morning, she just smiled back shyly.
Gord walked into the house "Uncle Josh thought you might like to use some fresh milk this morning Aunt Ernestine." he said.
Ernestine spun around and looked at the young white boy that they had taken in the evening before "Yo callin me Aunt Ernestine boy?"
Gord froze in his tracks and turned beet red. He looked around the room Joe and Aunty Mabel were there and the other children and they were all staring at him. "I'm sorry ma'am, I.. I didn't mean anything bad by it ma'am." He set the bucket down and turned to leave, as quickly as he could.
The woman took two swift steps across the small room and stopped him. She held him by the shoulders. He bowed his head. She gently with a finger under his chin turned his face up to look into her eyes. "Mah boy that is the nicest thang Ah've eva bin called by any white boy." She pulled him to her in a smothering hug. "Yo do beat all chile, Ah saw yo and Lyle goin and helpin' mah man with the chores, yo do beat all"
She released him and then kissed him on the cheek, "Yo can call me Aunt Ernestine wheneva yo want"
Just then Lyle and Josh came in and she related what had just happened to them. Lyle sidled over to Gord and put his arm over his shoulder and gave it a squeeze before he let him go.
Then Aunt Ernestine told them all to get out while she and Aunt Mabel made breakfast. Except for Joe who she had noticed hadn't helped out with the chores. He was told to tidy up the bedding right after he went to the well for a bucket of water.
Uncle Josh, Lyle and Gord went and sat out on the porch, enjoying the cool of the morning breezes and the songs of the birds in the trees.
After breakfast they worked out the travel arrangements for the day. Ernestine was going to stay home with the children.
However, since Josh was also going to have to pick up some of the neighbours along the way he would have to make more than a trip or two into town.
Gord suggested that he take Aunt Mabel first and pickup others along the way and he and Lyle and Joe would start walking, that way Uncle Josh wouldn't have to be coming all the way back for them. Joe wasn't too keen on the idea but Lyle thought it would be a great idea at least to the highway. In the end Joe went on the first run with Josh and Aunt Mabel.
Aunt Ernestine shook her head as Joe got into the back of the truck "That boy is about as lazy ..."
Lyle laughed "He just don't like anything too physical Aunt Ernestine."
The boys each gave her a kiss and with warnings from her not to be seen together by any white folk they set off down the road. It was a beautiful day and they walked at a good clip. They chatted gaily as they walked. Gord was very impressed with the way he had been accepted so openly by this family. Lyle told him what it was like for a share cropper like Josh. It was a backbreaking hard life for which there was no thanks or end. But yet as dirt poor as they were Uncle Josh and Aunt Ernestine never turned any hungry soul away from their table.
They were about two miles down the road, just past a concession road when they heard a vehicle coming from the other road. The boys hurried off the road, and hid in some underbrush on the behind the fence. As it turned out it was a good thing. Shortly they saw an old half ton truck drive by with some young men in the back. There was a lot of yelling and laughing. Gord made out some phrases about "getting those uppity niggers" and something about "bashin' nigger lovers" . Both boys flattened themselves to the ground, and waited a good five minutes before getting out to the road again.
A few minutes later they saw another vehicle coming toward them. Lyle told Gord to hide again. "I think it might be Uncle Josh but I'm not sure. We don't want to miss him."
Gord felt his throat go dry "but what if it isn't him, what if it is those other guys?"
"Well Gord whatever happens you stay put. They will probably ignore me, but regardless you are to stay hidden"
Gord ducked in through the ditch and lay down in the tall grass trying to get as low as he could. He was shaking with fear. The vehicle pulled up and came to a stop. Gord heard the harsh words "Where you goin boy? You best not be goin inta town to that march."
"No suh" he heard Lyle say "ah'm jus goin to hep my Uncle at the Armstrong place suh."
Gord was terrified. He hoped they hadn't seen him before he hid.
"Well you see that you do that boy! We don't hold to no uppity Nigra's around here"
"No suh" replied Lyle. Through the grass Gord could see Lyle standing there with his head down, staring at the ground.
He heard the man put the truck into gear and drive away. It seemed like forever before Lyle called him out of his hiding place. When he got back onto the road Gord hugged his friend. "Lyle I'm so sorry, I'm so ashamed, you know we're not all like that."
Lyle kissed Gord "I know Gord"
They walked without incident for another mile before they heard another vehicle coming up the road. Gord didn't need instruction this time and hopped the ditch and hid himself. This time however, it was Uncle Josh. The two young men were happy to see him and clambered into the back of the truck. When they got out to the highway, Gord lay down and Lyle covered him with some burlap. They drove for sometime, Lyle telling him where they were and how much longer it would be. Finally Lyle said "Here we are Gord" He felt the truck first slow down and then turn off the street and bump into what he soon found out was a parking lot of a church. He could hear bullhorns giving instructions to people, he heard the buzz of a lot of people talking and music and the sound of buses idling in the background. Lyle helped him sit up and they hopped out of the back of the truck.
Gord's saw a crowd of a thousand or more people milling about. There were old men and women and young children. He saw a few white people but the vast majority were coloured. He and Lyle made their way through the crowd and found Aunt Mabel, who gave them both a hug and a kiss. "We'se all gonna stick together " she admonished, "Ah don't wants ta lose yahs"
Gord could feel the tension in the air. He looked over across the street from the church where a group of people had started to form. There were some men holding what looked like baseball bats and other stick like objects. There were some menacing looking dogs there as well. He could hear them calling out threats and warnings to the marchers. A short time later a contingent of State Troopers and National Guard showed up and moved them along. But Gord knew that they would meet them again.
Lyle could see the fear written on Gord's face and quickly put an arm around his shoulder giving it a squeeze. "I'll mind you don't worry" he whispered.
"And I'll mind you Lyle" Gord replied with a nervous smile. Lyle put his arm over Gord's shoulder and gave him a quick hug. Not that they had anything to worry about because people were hugging and greeting each other throughout the crowd and that is exactly what Gord's and Lyle's' hug looked like.
Shortly after that they heard a voice over a bullhorn coming from the front of the church. They looked in the direction the voice seemed to come from and there standing on the front steps of the church was Gord's hero, the man he had come so far to see. His heart skipped a beat as Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. began to speak welcoming and thanking those that had come to march with him. As the man spoke encouraging the crowd that their cause was just and that the adversity was worth the end result of freedom and equality under the law, Gord felt the fear leave him. By the time they started lining up to march he was pumped and raring to go. They stayed close to Aunt Mabel and Uncle Josh.
They marched at a slow pace allowing the elderly to keep up. At one point Gord had his arm looped with the arm of a little grandmother, helping her as they walked along. They sang and they chanted as they marched. The uniformed National Guard keeping them safe, although rocks and an assortment of other things were thrown at them. Gord had the elderly lady move to the inside of the marching column so that she would be safe.
It was an exhilarating experience. Uncle Josh caught the attention of Dr King and called him over to talk to Gord. He didn't know which way to look. He was suddenly shy and speechless but never so thrilled in all his life to shake his hero's hand.
(Authors note here: Dr King was my hero and I consider him a great hero not just in the United States but to all mankind. I never met him although I followed him in the news. I have always regretted that my attempt to go to march with him was aborted at the border crossing in Stanstead. However, I did get to meet Coretta King and shake her hand when she came up on a speaking engagement in Montreal after Dr. King's murder. That was a thrill of a lifetime for me.)
They marched and sang for several miles. They were hooted at and shouted down. Things were thrown at them but Gord had never been so exhilarated. He had never known that he was in the right place like he knew now. He stayed close to Lyle all day.
At one point as the march was closing down Gord saw a little jewellery store close to the church where the march started and ended. He told Lyle he would be right back. He left the march and ran over to the store. With the money that he had left from John he made a small purchase. Lyle had watched him go into the store and cocked his eye when he returned but Gord just smiled at him and brushed his hand lightly against the young man's.
Back at the church they gathered together again and organised for the trek home. Another share cropper that was heading in the same direction offered to take the boys as far as where the concession met the highway. Uncle Josh would bring Aunt Mabel and the others home and then come back to pick them up.
Later that evening as they all sat and talked about the day, Gord got up and went to Aunt Ernestine. He held out a small package to her. "Aunt Ernestine? I know it isn't much but I just want you and Uncle Josh to have this as a thank you for all that you have done for me the last couple days." With that he gave her a hug
Aunt Ernestine opened the bag and took out a little box. In the box lay a small cut crystal hummingbird, hanging ornament, that immediately sparkled in the light of the lantern.
"I thought it would look nice in the kitchen window when the sun shines in, in the morning"
Everyone was looking at him. Aunt Ernestine held up the ornament and burst into tears. She got up and threw her arms about Gord and held him tight. "Yo do beat all chile, yo do beat all" she turned to Uncle Josh and Aunt Mabel to show them the small gift. They all got up and gathered around. Lyle took the opportunity to give him a hug as well.
Moments later it was time to go to bed. Lyle and Gord made their way to the barn. Not seconds after they got into the loft, Gord was undressing Lyle and he Gord. "Lyle, would you make love to me tonight? Would you fuck me Lyle? I want to have you inside me, I want you so bad Lyle"
Though Gord could not see it Lyle had tears streaming down his face. "Nothing would make me happier my sweet Gord" he whispered softly "I think I have fallen in love with you. I want to make love to you I want to love you will all my being, and then I want you to make love to me too.
The kissed long and deep, Gord laying on his back beneath his magnificent Lyle. As they writhed together in the heat of their love. Gord worked his leg around Lyle's bring his knees up exposing his sphincter to the man. Lyle immediately understood and using some of his and Gord's precum and his saliva he prepared Gord for his entry. Moments later Gord felt the object of his love slide into him. He felt a sharp intense pain as Lyle breached the opening, then just as quickly it eased off as Lyle slid the rest of the way in. After that he just felt the awesome heat of Lyles cock sliding in and out of him with ease.
Had there been more light someone watching would have seem the beautiful flexing of muscle and sinew as Lyle rose and fell into Gord. His body glistening with sweat; tears trailing down his cheeks. He was so in love. It was not long before Gord heard the man moan "I love you so much Gord" simultaneously as he felt the pulsing of Lyle's manhood exploding inside with his seed. "Ohhhnnnnnnn Gord" Lyle sobbed as he released himself inside the young man.
After Lyle was fully spent they lay panting Gord's legs still holding Lyle in place. Feeling the man's cock begin to shrink and move, Gord relaxed his grip and let his legs drop to Lyle's side. The older boy slipped out and pulled himself up to lay beside Gord. They kissed and held each other close for several minutes before Lyle spoke, gently reaching for Gord's still rigid rod. "Now I want you in me my lover, I want you so much, I want what I just gave to you"
Lyle rolled over onto his back and Gord took his place above him and between his legs Gord placed his hands on Lyle's belly and leaned forward to gently nuzzle Lyle's genitals. He drank in the musky aroma of the man's penis which just moments earlier have been buried deep inside him. He felt his own penis jump as thought of what had just transpired. He licked Lyle's scrotum, gently nudging the orbs nestled inside. He then worked his way down below the sac, urging Lyle to lift his body up over him to gain him access to his opening. Gord began to lick it and probe with his tongue. He found Lyle was more than eager to have him there. He could feel the sphincter muscle flexing as his tongue worked. Covering his fingers with his saliva he work first one then two and then three fingers into his love's opening.
Lyle moaned in a hoarse whisper "Ohhnnnn Gord Yesssssss, come to me take me pleeeeaaaase Gord" he begged. Gord knelt up again and maneuvered himself closer in between Lyle's thighs. Lyle then lifted his legs and body up levering himself up on Gord's shoulders. Gord slowly and gently probed with his cockhead at Lyle's door. Slowly pushing in he found entry quite easily. This was his first time and as his cock slid into the enveloping heat of Lyle's body he almost came there and then. As Lyle's had before him, his body undulated in and out in fluid motion as he loved his man. It was only seconds later that Gord felt himself go over the top and his seed flowed in violent spurts into the depths of Lyle's hot bowel. Both men sobbed out their love as they were overwhelmed by the force of the orgasm.
That night they made love to each other. Their bodies and spirits became one. "Ohhhnnnn Lyle" breathed Gord softly as he drifted off to sleep in the other man's arms sometime later.
The next morning Lyle woke Gord with a light kiss on his cheek. "Time to get up Gord, Uncle Josh is comin'" Gord stirred and as the words sunk in he sat bolt up. They both laughed as they heard Uncle Josh coming down across the yard to the barn. They quickly pulled their clothes on and were down the ladder as Uncle Josh opened the barn door.
"Ah heard yah laughin' up there when I was comin' down from the house" grinned Uncle Josh as the boys greeted him. They both grabbed a shovel and started mucking out the manure trough behind the cows. Then they went out and fed and watered the chickens and the pigs. Gord finished up by collecting the eggs which he brought up to the house, while Lyle went back to barn to see how Uncle Josh was doing and to get the blankets out of the loft.
"Chile you come an' see this. " shouted Aunt Ernestine with excitement as she called Gord into the kitchen. All around the room he could see rainbow reflections of the sun as the crystal hummingbird slowly moved back and forth. "This is so beautiful boy, it's so beautiful." Gord could see tears in her eyes as once again she enveloped him in a hug.
"That's because you folk are beautiful Aunt" Gord replied wiping his eye. "You folk are just the greatest," he continued softly, "You took me in a total stranger and you didn't ask any questions you just took me in just like one of your own, that is what's beautiful."
Aunt Mabel came over, she too had tears streaming down her face. She put her arm around him and softly so only he could hear "You couldn't have done a nicer thing than what you just did here my boy, thank you"
By now Lyle and Uncle Josh were walking up to the house with a pail of milk. "It sho is great havin' these two boys heh hepin me" said Uncle Josh as he stepped into the house. "You sho you have to go today?" he laughed.
Actually they had barely enough time to get themselves cleaned up, eat and get to town if they were to make the bus. There was much hugging and kissing as they Lyle, Joe and Gord piled into the back of the truck and Aunt Mabel got in front with Uncle Josh. The boys waved until the house was out of sight.
A short while later they pulled up to the bus station. Gord looked around and seeing the coast relatively clear, took Uncle Josh's hand to shake it and then pulled the man into a hug. Thanking him for all his hospitality. They all said good-bye and watched as Uncle Josh drove off.
They went into the terminal together to get their tickets. Because he was going right through to Albany Gord found himself on an express, rather than on the bus with Aunt Mabel and the boys. He and Lyle exchanged addresses with promises to write as soon as they got home. Gord got Uncle Josh and Aunt Ernestine's address as well.
He found a pay phone in the waiting room. With Lyle standing nearby he called home. His mother answered and accepted the reverse charges.
"Gordon Where are you? We have been worried sick about you!"
Gord heard his mother break into tears as she spoke.
"Mum, I'm sorry that I worried you but I had to do this. I'm getting on the bus and heading home. Mum I met Dr. King! "
There was a pause, then "Who?"
"I met Dr. Martin Luther King Mum, I marched with him yesterday in Montgomery here. I'm coming home now Mum. I have to go the bus is coming. I love you Mum, I'm sorry but I had to do this, I had to Mum. I love you."
"Oh Gord." he heard his mother sob
"I have to go Mum I'll see you soon, in a few days. Tell Dad I'm sorry and I love him too."
He hung up the phone. Tears were streaming down his face. Lyle walked up to him, but kept his distance. They moved outside. "She was really upset, she was Crying." Gord said to Lyle.
Lyle smiled "I guess she would be Gord, she loves you." He said simply. They stood quietly talking trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. They got a few looks and under the breath comments about uppity niggers and nigger lovers but nothing more than that.
Gord's bus was the first to arrive at the station. He said his farewell to Aunt Mabel, Joe and Lyle and sadly got on the bus. He found a seat about halfway down and sat on the side that Lyle was standing on. He waved to the young man as the bus slowly pulled out of the station.