Redman Plantation Chapter 2
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The next few days were rough. Granpa Micah worked both young men to the bone building the extension on the equipment shed for the two new tractors that would arrive in a few weeks' time. Mixing concrete, mostly by hand with shovels; laying bricks, and a bit of carpentry with minimal assistance from one or two of the Mexican laborers. With all that work piled up on them, John and Henry barely had time to continue what they had started in the cabin of the red truck. They survived instead on stolen glances and shared smiles. Finally after several consecutive days, the extension was complete.
Micah Redman inspected the work done, and grunted his begrudging approval. It was more than adequate. Henry could have sworn he saw a slight smile bend his grandfather's lips but he could not be sure. He was a harsh man. John made note of the fact.
"Not even a 'thanks boys'?" he complained.
"That's granpa for you. Don't think too much about it."
"I won't...because now I can think all about you," John grinned, wrapping his arms round Henry's waist as they stood in the shade behind the very shed they'd been working on, "You're all I've been thinking about for the past few days."
"Same here...What's this?" Henry asked, faking shock as he groped the outline of John's throbbing erection.
"My lil' friend wants to say hello."
"Little? I wouldn't say he's that small."
John pulled Henry into his embrace. Both young men were drenched in perspiration; their white tee shirts stuck like a second skin to their bodies. Henry's nostrils were overwhelmed by the stench of John's sweaty shirt as he peeled it off his sculpted form. Henry ran his hands down John's muscular pecs, his bulging biceps, down his rippling abs to once again grope the outline of that impressive manhood.
"Let's get this off you," John said, peeling the white youth's shirt up over his sweat-soaked red hair. Dark hands ran over the pale body; fondling and caressing Henry's equally muscular form; focusing on the stiff pink nipples.
"Shhhhhh! Gosh!" Henry gasped, his cock stiff as ever. John abandoned the nipple play; unzipping Henry's jeans and hauling out his erection.
"Wait! What if someone sees us?" Henry cautioned. John faked a concerned glance around. They were behind the shed, out of sight. Micah had already done his inspection. The Mexican guys had gone for lunch.
"We good," John smiled as he dropped to his knees and took the thick man-meat between his lips.
"Ahhhhhhhhh fuck!" Henry rasped, bracing himself against the wooden siding as his knees buckled. He grasped John's head in both hands, forcing him to slow his sucking as Henry's hips instinctively began a slow thrusting motion; driving his dick into John's throat. The black youth gurked slightly but did not resist as Henry fucked his face with ever-increasing gusto. John held onto Henry's thick thighs; gluping and gurking as Henry's pace increased.
"Ohhhh gawd! I'm gonna cum!" Henry gasped, "Ohhhhhh FUUUUUUCK!" John felt the warm, creamy spooge flooding his mouth and he greedily swallowed it all down, clamping his hands on Henry's ass to stop him from pulling free as he sucked the pulsing cock dry.
"Turn around," he commanded. Henry turned to face the wall and braced himself against it as John yanked down his jeans and underwear, exposing his slightly-furred pale buttocks. He felt strong hands spread his cheeks then,
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" John's tongue lanced his puckered hole. His entire body shuddered at the sensation. John was eating him out and he was damned good at it. Henry gasped and moaned as the black youth's tongue went mad inside of him; like some violently thrashing snake pushing all his pleasure buttons. For what seemed an eternity, John sucked on Henry's asshole; eliciting ever-more desperate moans and gasps and sighs from the red-head. Suddenly, the tongue was removed and replaced with something much more firm.
"Ready for this?" John asked.
"I guess," Henry replied, glancing over his shoulder. He watched the thick wad of drool slip from John's lips and splat onto his cock-head. He braced himself, feeling the initial push. He gasped and leaned into the wall but John followed, refusing to let him escape. He pressed Henry flat against the wall, keeping him impaled on the head of his cock.
"Ain't never been fucked?" John asked.
"Not in a long while," Henry admitted through clenched teeth.
"Just relax. I got you. I'll go slow." Henry groaned as another inch forced its way in. He automatically pushed back against John's sturdy thighs.
"Relax, baby. Relax," John whispered in his ear, "I got you." John's hands wrapped around Henry's waist. He remained dead still, allowing the red-head to grow accustomed to his girth. Then, he pushed again; a few more inches; almost to the hilt. Henry's plaintive cries were silenced by John's lips. Henry accepted the invasion of his tongue as his ass accepted the invasion of John's erection; hard dark licorice fully embedded in warm moist strawberry tart. Henry could feel it pulse; excited and eager to work.
John held him tight as he started to pump slowing back and forth, opening Henry up for a proper fucking. Soft grunts and moans filled the air as John's strokes grew faster and more forceful. He gripped Henry by the waist and proceeded to give him a true ass-pounding. Soft grunts became yelps and yowls of pain-filled pleasure. The deep-chocolate flesh smacking wetly against the pale buttocks; both bodies still glistening with sweat.
"So damn tight! You so fucking tight!" John moaned over and over; his eyes closed as he hammered away. His thrusts grew deeper and stronger even as he tried his best to hold off from cumming but the tight, soft wetness of Henry's ass broke his resolve. He roared as a lion; rocketing his pent-up load so far up Henry's guts that the white boy squealed and slammed his fists against the wall in reaction to the liquid heat planted deep inside of him. John slowly pulled out of him and turned him around, immediately smothering him in sloppy wet kisses. Henry returned the kisses with equal passion, taking John's hand and guiding it to his steel.
"Want my ass now?" John suggested more than asked, bracing himself against the wall with his jeans and underwear round his ankles; his firm round buttocks on display. Henry caressed the smooth dark globes as he knelt and pushed his face between them.
"Ahhhhh damn!" John moaned, pushing back onto Henry's tongue. He clasped Henry's head, sealing his face to his ass; getting Henry's tongue as far up his hole as he could. Henry gripped John's waist and pulled him back, driving his tongue so far in that it hurt from being stretched too far. Yet he continued slobbering on John's ass, getting him nice and wet; ready for his pole. He stood and pressed himself into John's eager hole.
They both moaned as the chocolate hole gave easily; clear evidence that John was much more accustomed to taking cock than Henry. In one smooth motion, Henry buried himself to the hilt in John's hot, wet, hard-sucking ass. He held John firmly by the waist and proceeded to pound his moist, silky tunnel. Pale hips smacked hard and heavy against dark buttocks; the black youth gasping and begging for more. John's fists clench as he pressed against the wall; taking every wonderfully hard thrust. His tunnel ached as Henry's speed and power increased. His stiff cock swung back and forth like a pendulum to the momentum of Henry's thrusts.
Pounding, pounding, pounding; John's yowls and grunts filled Henry's ears. The sight of his own pale, pink-headed cock sliding through of the almost midnight-black tunnel; forcing it wide open. He couldn't hold back any more. He bellowed as he forced a river of hot spooge up John's bowels. The black youth howled at the sensation of the creamy volcano flooding his depths. Henry slowly pulled out, panting and glazed in sweat. John was equally as sweaty as he turned and the two kissed, holding each other close.
"Let's go get a shower now," Henry breathed.
"I got a better idea. Let's go for a swim...in the nude," John suggested. A huge grin crossed Henry's lips and he felt his limp cock twitch with excitement.
After an afternoon of lazy lovemaking and a few hours' sleep on the soft grassy banks, Henry awoke to the sight and smell of John sitting near the water, puffing on a cigarette. He was naked, as expected. Henry too had fallen asleep in the nude. He gently sat behind John, wrapping his arms round his waist; his erection pressed against John's spine.
"I see you're awake," John noted, finishing off the cigarette with one final long draw.
"Yeah. Awake and horny," Henry whispered, kissing John in the neck.
"Still? After all the fucking we did," John chuckled. Henry reached between John's legs and took hold of his rising erection.
"Really? Doesn't seem to be just me," Henry said with a smirk.
"That's only 'cause you got me started." John turned and locked lips with Henry, accepting the red-head's insistent tongue. He moaned as the pale hands caressed his cock and balls. With the ebony fuck-pole at full erection Henry thumbed the head, making it throb.
"Why don't you suck it for me," John moaned. Henry crawled between John's spread legs and took the stiff rod between his lips. John cooed and his back arched as Henry swallowed over half his length. He could feel the entry to the white boy's throat; tempting him to grasp Henry's head and force him to swallow his entire dick. However, he resisted that desire; opting to enjoy the slow, gentle blowjob instead.
After a few minutes, he pulled Henry off his dick and guided him into a passionate kiss. He sucked hard on the pink lips and tongue; his hands groping and squeezing Henry's fuzzed butt-cheeks. His fingers found the soft center and soon Henry was moaning into his mouth as one finger, then another, slid inside. John broke the kiss to push his fingers into Henry's mouth. Wet with the red-head's own spit, John slid his two digits more easily into Henry's twitching pucker.
"Fuck me," Henry growled, "Fuck me, please, John!" It didn't take more than that for John to lay Henry flat out on his back, hoist his legs over his shoulders, and slide his swollen chocolate fuck-stick inside the moist candy-pink tunnel. Both men cooed as John glided in, up to the hilt. His pubic scruff brushed against the soft ass as he churned his dick round in the silky embrace of Henry's innards. Then he started fucking.
Keeping Henry's legs over his shoulders, he got into push up position. Henry's knees pressed against his own fuzzy chest as John began plowing him in long, slow, deep strokes; each stroke more powerful than the last until he got into a steady pounding rhythm. Henry grunted and cussed with each inward thrust; his stiff cock dribbling a pool of onto his belly. His hands cupped John's waist, feeling the power behind every stroke that shot hot aching pleasure through his bowels. The black youth's bulbous dick-head scraped the sweet spot that was Henry's prostate and Henry could not resist grabbing hold of his tool and bringing himself to the point of no return.
"You're gonna make me cum!" he gasped.
"Not yet," John growled, removing Henry's hands and pinning them to the ground, "You'll cum when I want you to." Henry squealed; his toes curled and his legs quivered as John purposely increased the brutal pace of his pounding, just to show who was in control of the fuck.
"That's-right-You-gon'-cum-when-I-want-you-to-cum!" John snarled, emphasizing each word with a powerful thrust to Henry's prostate. It was too much for Henry. His eyes rolled up in his head and he screeched from the depths of his being as his cock erupted like a geyser, spouting hot cream over his face, neck and chest. Even as he was bucking from orgasm, John continued plowing into him; unwilling to let up until he had busted a hot nutt up inside that silky cocoon that was Henry's rectum. Henry's palm slammed against John's chest. With his orgasm passed, his tunnel was searing with pain from the brutal fucking.
"Almost there, baby! Almost there," John groaned, "Ohhhhh shit! AHHHHHH SHHHH-AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!" Henry inhaled sharply as he felt John's cock explode inside of him, blasting what felt like a gallon of super-heated man-seed into his tender bowels. He could feel the pulsing cock pumping and pumping seemingly without end until John finally collapsed on his chest, panting and glazed in a slippery sheen of perspiration. John rested there for a few minutes, both of them basking in the afterglow.
"Guess this means we gotta take another swim," Henry chuckled.
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