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Seaward Plantation
War clouds chapter five
The April sky above the coast of South Carolina had never been so blue. Beneath a few high, scudding clouds, a flock of seagulls wheeled over the open ocean. Riding down the spring breezes, they circled lower toward a strip of green land surrounded by blue sea beneath blue sky. Lower still, they began to make out the beached crustaceans and the small fish in the shallows for which they were searching. The flock swooped away from the interior of the island toward the beach, leaving behind them the two figures who sat on the highest point of land.
An ancient live oak hung its branches over worn stone markers on a high patch of ground in the middle of an island. On a large rock at the edge of the patch sat a young man and a boy of eleven. Creatures like this sometimes picnicked, as a grackle in the branches of the oak well knew. In hopes of a stray crumb, it flew down and hopped around the two nearby. But no luck. No picnic. Only, if it could have recognized it, sorrow. The boy, sitting next to the man, was hunched over and weeping. The man, looking out to sea, tossed his hair back, like the raven black wings of the grackle. His hand slowly, gently rubbed the back of the boy. The boy shrugged, rose quickly, and not looking back ran away down a path.
A man with shoulder length light brown hair was walking up a path, enjoying the day on Seaward Plantation. Walking by vegetable gardens and meadows, all intensively cultivated, he took a trail that led to the highest point of the land. Above and ahead, a flock of white seagulls wheeled over the land, then dropped off on one side toward the shore. As he came nearer he heard the distinctive shriek of a grackle, probably finding a crumb from somebody's picnic. Rounding a corner he--a running boy came flying right into him.
"Marcus! Slow down! what's the hurry.... why, Marcus, have you been crying?"
The boy stood in the path, having recovered his balance, his fists clenched and head down, tears running in tracks down his cheeks. He shuddered down a sob but did not answer. Mark Appleby regarded him for a moment, then folded him into his arms.
"Tell me, what happened?" he asked. Marcus shook his head stubbornly. "Tell me," said his father again. A moment passed. In a small, tight voice the boy said, "Bundit said I couldn't go with him."
"Oh. Well, maybe Bundit is right, Marcus. He knows what the wide world is like."
"Which is why HE wants to go!" said the boy defiantly.
"Yes, that's true, Marcus. But I guess he knows he is old enough and strong enough to handle whatever comes his way. You do not know that yet. It may well be that you are not old enough and strong enough yet."
The boy simply gave it up. Sniffling noisily he slipped around the man, ran back down the path, and was gone. Appleby watched him go and sighed. Had he learned nothing from his day in Charleston more than a month ago except a greater desire to return? Turning back toward his destination, he continued walking and in another couple of minutes came into the cemetery on the summit of the island, where Bundit sat on a large rock watching the sea. The Siamese man smiled at him, his beautiful features crinkling up, and patted the rock next to him. Appleby sat and put his arm around his shoulder.
"I ran into Marcus; or rather, he ran into me," said Appleby.
"Ah," replied Bundit. "I guess he is not very happy with me."
"No, no he is not. But thank you for telling him that."
Bundit nodded and the two sat for a while longer in silence. Then he spoke again. "Master, when do you go into Charleston next?"
"Well, let me think, it is soon..... Oh, we go the day after tomorrow. April 11. There is a meeting of the militia that day."
"I see. May I go with you? It is time... it is time for me to be off."
Appleby nodded, a knife in his heart, but he pulled Bundit's shoulder toward him, hugging him tightly. It was all he needed to say.
"We should have a party for you, Bundit, to say goodbye."
"Maybe. But I think maybe I will start to say goodbye to everybody one by one now. Not goodbye, though.... 'till we meet again,' how is that?"
"Alright, Bundit, alright. Till we meet again." And he hugged the man's small, muscular frame tightly again. A grackle shrieked out again and flew, its black wings covering the scene.
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In the kitchen building of Seaward sat Mama Cass and Mama Juno, baking bread and stirring a large pot of soup for the community. With a gentle knock, Bundit entered the room, sniffing appreciatively at the good aromas. Cass and Juno smiled warmly at him. Even eleven years after they first met him, washed ashore half-dead on the eastern beach of Seaward, they still found his Asian looks exotic and beautiful. Bundit came in and hugged Cass tightly, kissing her on her bony cheek, and then attempted to get his arms around Juno's ample girth, with little success. Both smiled, Cass rumbling "Oh, go on, now!" and Juno giggling girlishly.
"Mama Cass, Mama Juno.... I will be leaving the day after tomorrow. I need to go to sea again, and it is time. I promise to come back, though. I wanted you to know."
Both women regarded him sadly, but nodded their heads in agreement. Juno wrapped her arms around him and held him to her large bosom, silently. Cass rumbled, "Well, you know we all wish you would stay. What did Master Mark say?"
"I know he wants me to stay, I know you all do. But he let me go. He wants me to be free."
Cass eyed the Siamese man critically for a moment. "That's right," she said. "He wants you to be free. He needs to be free, too, and once he lets you go he'll be closer to that himself." Bundit nodded appreciatively, seeing the truth in that. He sat down on a chair to watch the women work.
"That first night I came here, and in the days following.... do you remember?" The women smiled and nodded. "I suppose you thought I was pretty strange."
"Yes... pretty and strange!" said Cass, causing Juno to hoot with delight and Bundit to blush. "What are we going to do while you are gone? We must find ourselves another man from Siam to shipwreck!" All three laughed at that.
Juno chimed in: "I remember that first day or two, you were so sick. We had to give you...." and off the three of them wandered into friendly reminiscences. On the sill of an open window in the kitchen, a song bird trilled and piped a high, lilting tune.
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Walking down the path from the kitchen building, Bundit was nearly run over by two eight year old boys pelting in the direction from which he had come. "Frederick, Douglass!" he said. "Where is your mama?"
"Back in our cabin," said Frederick, "She said to go along to the kitchen for supper," continued Douglass, "...and said she'd be along soon," concluded Frederick. Bundit patted the boys on the head and they scampered along toward their dinner. He continued on down the path and came to the newest cabin. Stepping up onto the porch, he knocked on the door. Helen opened it, smiling brightly at Bundit. "Oh, hello Bundit! Come in, I was just cleaning up some after the boys before going over for dinner. Did you see them on the path?"
Bundit stepped into the clean, bright interior of the cabin, stepping over a scattering of wooden blocks and toys on the floor. "Yes," he replied, smiling, "they nearly ran me over. Helen, I have come to tell you--I am telling everyone- -that I am leaving for a while the day after tomorrow. I want to go to sea again. Just for a while, then I will return."
Helen's beautiful, dark face grew serious. "It is dangerous, Bundit, you know that. There may be war soon, even war on the sea. But I won't say don't go, I wouldn't want to cage you. Just...do be careful, alright? Do come back to us?"
Touched, Bundit agreed. The two stepped together in a warm embrace, hugging tightly. Bundit nuzzled his face into Helen's mop of braided tufts, soft and full, and then kissed her on the ear. Helen reached up to clasp Bundit's head of jet black, thick wings of hair to her face. Arms clasping shoulders, they each pulled back to look at one another earnestly.
"I was just a girl when you first came," she said. "Or... maybe I should say a young woman, even if I was only twelve then. I think I was ready to grow up quickly. The people here let me. So... so Bundit, if you are ready to leave, we should let you do that. But I will miss you. We... you and I... have had some good times together."
It was true. In the open atmosphere of Seaward, there had been many opportunities taken between the two for long walks, happy talks, and--intimate relationships. Memories of those moments went through each of their minds now. Slowly, naturally they drew together in a kiss, Helen's full plum lips meeting Bundit's rosebud mouth. Tongue met tongue, lips sucked lips. Helen pulled Bundit's shirt up and off of him, then placed her open palms against the smooth, tan and gold skin of his muscled, boxy chest. Bundit unbuttoned the back of Helen's dress which she let fall to the floor. She unfastened the waist of his trousers, letting them and his undergarment drop to the floor to join her own clothes. His stiff, golden reddish penis sprung out, standing almost straight up along the center line of his muscled abdomen. Helen gently grasped his full, hairless scrotum, carefully kneading the heavy testicles inside the gooseskin sack, then slid her dark chocolate hand up and down his penis, slicking it with precum. Smiling, she moved away toward the bed, still grasping his penis like a leash, bringing him with her. Before long, the strong muscles of his back and bottom could be see working beneath the persimmon colored skin, stretched out on top of Helen's slim, strong, dark chocolate body, her dark arms and legs grappling with his back and butt, the bed creaking rhythmically as he labored to bring them both to ecstasy. In the gathering twilight outside, bats in an ecstasy of feeding flew zip! zip! while catching insects.
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Hand in hand, Bundit and Helen walked to the kitchen building in the cool of the evening. Cass and Juno were feeding a small group of the island's people around the spacious old wooden work table. Douglass and Frederick were just finishing their soup and bread and wondered aloud what took their mother so long. "Oh... I had to clean up," she said, grinning and looking sideways at Bundit, who stifled a snort of laughter. Helen gave Bundit a quick peck on the cheek and then went to attend to her sons. Juno, observing this with a knowing grin, uttered "uh-huh!" under her breath, while Cass smiled and shook her head. Cassius was at the table as well, grinning. He, too, had shared intimacies with Helen but there was no jealousy on Seaward-- or none that lasted very long at any rate. Bundit joined the group and ate his meal, finishing after Helen had taken the young twins off to the newly completed bath house for a good scrub. The remaining four chatted for a while, Bundit sharing the news of his impending departure with Cassius. Then the two men, thanking Cass and Juno, went their separate ways into the night, passing Troy and Hector on the way as they headed to the kitchen to take pot luck.
Strolling with no clear sense of purpose, but intending to spend focused time with everyone on the island so as to say goodbye, Bundit found himself walking by Troy and Athena's cabin. He knew Troy was not in, but perhaps Athena was. He knocked on the door, which opened. Athena peeked out from behind the door, a towel wrapped around her head.
"Oh, Bundit! I just came back from the new bath house, isn't it wonderful? The girls are there now, Helen said she would watch them in tub, maybe get the children all together in there at once--I don't envy her! Were you looking for Troy? I think he was going to the kitchen."
"Hello, Athena," Bundit said, smiling. "I saw Troy on the way. I can speak to him later; actually, I am going around telling everyone of my plans--I am saying goodbye."
Athena's face broke into surprise. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "What, when?" She knew as well as everyone else on the island that Bundit would depart sooner or later, but had not heard that the decision had finally been taken. "Come in, come in, tell me," she said, ushering him into the cabin.
Stepping into the tidy, homey, lamplit main room of the cabin, Bundit grinned when he saw that Athena had only one large towel wrapped around her torso, from just below her crotch to the middle of her breasts, and one towel around her hair. "Oh!" he exclaimed, "do you want to get dressed? Should I wait?"
"No, don't be silly, Bundit, come and sit here," she said, indicating a comfortable sofa--one of the more "luxurious" products to arrive on the island since Appleby's arrival. "Besides, you've seen everything there is to see," she said with a wink, causing a red blush to spread over Bundit's gold and tan face. It was true; the adults of their age had over the last eleven years had physical contacts with most of the other adults, and these two likewise had shared some beautiful moments together--although perhaps not as much as was true for others. The two sat close to each other on the sofa. "Tell me, what is happening?" she asked him.
"I think it is time to go," he said. "I will be back, I promise. But I need to go to sea at least one more time, to see the world again. Until I go, Marcus will be tempted to go, and Master Mark will worry about it."
"I think we all worry about it, Bundit," said Athena, looking solemn. "But if you need to go, then that is what you should do. Will you really come back?"
Bundit nodded his assurance at her. Breaking into a smile, she said "Well, then--go in peace and with my blessing, but do come back." Leaning forward, she kissed him lightly on the lips--hesitated--and kissed him again. An inch apart, they looked into each other's eyes. Bundit felt a stirring in his groin, despite his recent adventures in Helen's cabin. For a long moment they stared at each other, trying to discern intentions and desires.
"Stand up," said Athena. Bundit rose and stood by the sofa. Untying his belt and tugging on his trousers, Athena removed them and the undergarment. Freed, Bundit's penis sprang again to stiff attention, this time sticking straight out. Athena wrapped a caramel brown hand around the shaft and slowly pumped it back and forth, squeezing out a clear drop of precum. Bundit moaned and in one motion removed his shirt. Athena slipped her full, trumpet-shaped lips over the wide dickhead, nibbling it, and then took the whole rigid shaft into her mouth, pressing her nose into the waving bush of black pubic hair. Bundit groaned and pulled the towel from Athena's head, then ran his fingers into the moist, thick tufts that covered her head. He slowly pumped his hips back and forth for a moment. Then Athena lay back on the sofa and pulled the towel from around her middle. Her body was still trim and firm, despite her three childbirths. She beckoned to Bundit, who lowered himself over and into her, sliding easily and naturally into her wet vagina. Athena wrapped her caramel brown arms around Bundit's gold and tan back, pulling his muscular body down into her. Rocking with a slow but determined rhythm, back and forth, back and forth, pumping his firm rump up and down, Bundit worked the two of them toward a passionate reunion of their flesh.
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An owl hooted in the branches of a tree as Bundit emerged onto the porch half an hour later. He and Athena exchanged one more quick kiss and then she closed the door, finally to dress herself. Breathing the night air deeply, he set out to walk the moonlit paths of Seaward. Going past vegetable plots and through meadows, under trees including orchards now mature that were planted around the time of his arrival, he soon came to the eastern shore of the island. Here he had nearly died, and here he had been welcomed into the loving community that he valued so much, but still felt he must leave. There he sat for a long time, looking over the rolling waves.
Shaking himself from his revery, Bundit realized that it must certainly be approaching bedtime for most people on the island. He could hear no sounds of activity, which often carried a long way on the island, no high pitched notes of children. All was quiet. He rose and walked back toward the dwellings of Seaward.
The path he chose took him by Portia's cabin, built soon after his arrival. He wondered if anyone was still awake inside and considered whether to knock, but as the cabin emerged from the darkness of the night he saw that Portia was sitting in a rocker on her porch, enjoying the night air.
"Bundit!" she cried. "I have heard.... is it true? Are you leaving?" He stepped up onto the porch and took the rocker next to her. Nodding, he reached over and took her hand, looking deep into her eyes and smiling. "Have... have you told Wat?" she asked.
"No, but I will. Of course, he knows that I have been thinking about it. Portia... I will come back, I promise. I will promise that to Wat as well." She nodded, looking solemnly at him. "Wat has many 'Papas' here, you know, just as Marcus does," he said.
"Oh, I know," she replied softly, "but there's no use denying it: you are special to Wat, as Master Mark is to Marcus." He nodded his agreement, sighing deeply. "Bundit," she said, squeezing his hand, "you are special to all of us. To me." Can two people who have created a child ever part without pain? Can that bond be pulled apart without tearing flesh? Bundit squeezed back, his eyes glistening as were Portia's. "Bundit," she continued in a soft voice, "the boys are asleep. Would you... would you like to spend the night?"
High overhead a line of migratory birds crossed the moon, heading toward their heart's destination farther north. ("Well," thought Bundit to himself, "third time's the charm.") "Yes," he said to her, and rising, followed her into the cabin.
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In that way, Bundit bade each of the women of Seaward a special goodbye, leaving something of himself--physical, spiritual--with every one. In the early morning, awakening in Portia's arms, he pried open one eye to see Wat standing by the bed, solemnly regarding his biological parents. Scooping the boy into their midst, Bundit told him of his imminent plans. Wat regarded his father seriously, then nodded. "When will you come back?" he asked. "I don't know, but not too long," said Bundit. "Can I go? Marcus wants to go," said the boy. "No, Wat, neither you nor Marcus. It is not time for you yet." Wat nodded at that, accepting it, then flung an arm around the man and hugged him tightly.
Later, rising to face the morning, Bundit dressed and walked out into the clean air. He thought for a moment of bathing in the new bath house, but decided instead to walk down to the pier, to plunge into the ocean that he so strongly desired again. Walking through the dewy meadow, Bundit finally arrived at the pier, only to hear the sound of splashing.
Walking out onto the boards, past the Harmony on one side and the Hesperus on the other, Bundit saw Pan and Bacchus swimming in the waves. He shouted to them, receiving shouts and waves back in return. Bundit quickly dropped his clothing onto the pier next to the twins' garments, and dove directly into the sea. Swimming a little way out, he joined Pan and Bacchus. Strong swimmers all, the three swam and dove in the deep waters off the far edge of the pier, splashing and spraying in the morning light. When they began to tire, they swam into the shallows and moved to the beach end of the pier, startling some shore birds that were picking at the sand. There Bundit told his friends of his plans to leave. They had heard--evidently the news had spread all over the island--and expressed their sorrow at his departure, their good wishes for safe adventures, and their hopes for his speedy return.
The twins hauled themselves out of the shallow water to sit side by side on the pier, dangling their feet in the lapping waves. "I am sorry you are going," said Pan, "but we know how much you have wanted to be on the sea again." Bacchus added, "You will return, right?" Bundit gave them his assurance. "Well," continued Bacchus, "I think I would rather have you come back satisfied, having done what you wanted to do, than have you stay here and feel unsatisfied all the time." Pan nodded his agreement.
Bundit nodded vigorously, and waded up to the twins as they sat on the pier. He stood waist deep in the water himself. "Yes, I think that is exactly how it is," he said. "Everyone may be right: away from Seaward, on shore or on the sea, may not be the place to be. But I have to find that out. Thank you for your blessings," he said, laying his wet arms companionably on the twins' bare knees and thighs. Pan reached over and tousled Bundit's thick, wet mop of hair affectionately... then gently tweaked an ear. Bacchus placed his brown hand over Bundit's, which lay on his thigh above the knee, and squeezed.
These gentle touches of love; how easily and naturally they lead to, are merged with, sexual excitement. Squeezing hands locked fingers--a palm on a thigh slid upwards toward a groin--a hand entangled in hair pulled a head forward to be kissed--a kiss on a forehead led to a kiss on the lips. Bundit stepped right up to the edge of the pier in the shallow water. The twins leaned forward, now with arms around each other's shoulders, both caressing Bundit's head and wet hair, both taking turns at kissing his rosebud lips with their own thick, out-turning trumpet lips. From Pan's and Bacchus's groins, two chocolate rods began to rise, sticking out at a forty-five degree angle, lighter reddish brown dickheads pushing out from the hoods of dark skin. Just beneath the surface of the water, Bundit's own penis rose, bathed in the salty wash of water.
The twins were sitting near the edge of the pier, and scooted forward as Bundit tugged at their hips. Perched right on the edge, the twins sat tightly side by side. Bundit grasped each rigid brown dick in his tan and gold hands and began to slowly pump them. Leaning back on their arms, shoulder to shoulder, the twins sighed with satisfaction and allowed themselves to be served in this way. The morning sun glinted on their wet, muscled but thin torsos, their caramel brown skins shining over smooth pads and hills of muscle. Their beating hearts made the skin beneath their rib cages pulse in movements barely perceptible to the eye.
Bundit kept one hand around Pan's penis, slowly pumping, while he lowered his mouth over Bacchus's rigid organ. The black man groaned with pleasure and lolled his head back, flopping his hair of dense, long coiling springs, smiling hugely. Bundit nibbled the long, tulip-shaped dickhead, then slid his mouth over the long, thin organ, moving his warm mouth up and down the shaft. Soon he shifted over to serve Pan in the same way, while his gold and tan hand grasped Bundit's wet dick and pumped it slowly. The twins began breathing heavily, pushing their hips up to make their rigid dicks meet Bundit's mouth or hand. Back and forth Bundit went. Suddenly Pan cried out, "I'm coming!" His mouth was around Bacchus's penis, but Bundit shifted quickly to swallow up Pan's dick. A couple of long slides and Pan threw his head back, clenched his hip muscles, and shot a geyser of cum into Bundit's waiting mouth. The Siamese man sucked and swallowed greedily, still sliding his hand up and down Bacchus's rod. Then Bacchus whispered "Hurry!" urgently. It was just in time, as Pan squeezed out the last drops of his semen. Bundit whipped his head over to Bacchus, taking his penis into his mouth just as it erupted in a spray of semen as the black man's hips pushed upward, tightening. Again and then again he shot his sperm into the Asian man's mouth, then relaxed. Smiling and swallowing, Bundit pulled off of the still-rigid dick and for a few moments went back and forth, sucking out the last of each man's semen, cleaning off their rampant cocks.
When it was clear that each of the twins was finished, and their heavy breathing was returning to normal, Bundit clasped a hand of each man and stepping back pulled them back into the waves. Standing close together, the three embraced tightly. Then even as Pan reached gently for Bundit's dick, the Asian man slipped away to rinse again in the sea. Laughing, the twins followed him. Swimming back around to the end of the pier, Bundit climbed out of the water, shaking himself and letting himself dry while standing in the morning sun. The twins joined him. In a few minutes they were dry enough to dress, and they put their clothing back on. Walking hand in hand, they moved back up the pier toward the houses of Seaward.
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Nearing the buildings, the twins stopped to embrace Bundit once more, then they went on their way to their morning work. Hearing nature's call, Bundit himself made a detour for the outhouse. Opening the men's side door with the cutout of the sun on it, he was surprised to find Priam sitting on one of the two holes. But sociable performance of necessary functions was not unusual on the island, so Bundit came in and sat down as Priam smiled a welcome at him. Pants down around their ankles, both men sat companionably side by side.
"Priam, have you heard? I am leaving tomorrow. I need to go to sea again," said Bundit.
Priam grunted an assent. "Yes, I have. Can't say I think it's a good idea to go, but if that's what you have to do, that's what you should do," he said. "I hear you will be back." Bundit nodded vigorously. "I hope so," Priam said, and reached over to squeeze Bundit's hand. Grounded in a reserved nature, that gesture counted as a strong demonstration of affection for Priam--and Bundit knew it. Smiling gratefully, and with a reciprocal love, he squeezed back
The two sat like that, holding hands tightly for a moment. Heads turned as they looked at each other, smiling... then more intently. Now as it happened, Bundit and Priam had not yet had any sexual encounters, even in eleven years. Priam was somewhat less inclined in that way than Bundit, and circumstances had just never thrown the two together. But in this moment of goodbye, a kind of hello arose in each. His eyes flickering down, Bundit saw Priam's massive organ begin to rise between his thighs, craning out of the hole on which he sat, slowly rising to stick out straight ahead. At the same time, Bundit's body automatically heeded the call of nature, and with a gasp came the unmistakable sound of his bowels voiding into the pit below.
Many outhouses, being poorly constructed, are places to leave as soon as possible. The Seaward outhouse, while no pleasure palace, was well ventilated with an open construction below, so that noxious smells were kept to a minimum. It was a place that one might linger a little while.
Priam discovered something new in himself as he experienced the combination of holding Bundit's hand, looking deeply into his almond eyes, and hearing the sound of feces moving smoothly from his rectum. In that moment it was a powerful experience, and Priam moaned in spite of himself. Bundit did not really think through what was happening. Quickly he kicked off his trousers and undergarments that were bunched around his feet. Swinging around agilely, he squatted on the seat of the outhouse bench above Priam's lap, his own penis now fully erect and slapping Priam's chest through his shirt. Bundit grasped the black man's large, stiff organ and positioned it at his anus, which he knew would be loose and somewhat lubricated internally from his bowel movement. Taking advantage of the moment, Bundit lowered himself onto it, slowly, slowly, then sitting fully impaled, facing Priam, feet on the bench and knees up under the black man's armpits. Bundit squeezed his eyes closed as a wave of pain washed over him--then as pain turned to a pleasurable fullness, he opened his eyes to look straight into Priam's.
Priam simply let it happen, too overcome and too surprised to do anything about it. Before he had time to process the event fully, he found the Asian man sitting on his lap, facing him, engulfing his penis and staring him in the eyes. Priam tugged hard at Bundit's shirt, pulling it off over his head, then removed his own. Bundit's strong muscular chest pads met Priam's heavy lobes of muscle. Persimmon colored skin merged into dark chocolate, while Bundit's rigid cock now stood up straight in front of his belly and against Priam's upper abdomen and lower chest. Bundit's tight, wide ballsack, a deeper golden red, slid up and down Priam's belly on a film of precum that leaked down from his dick. A steady flow of precum from Priam's massive dick likewise lubricated Bundit's rectum from the inside. Tentatively Bundit bounced up and down a little, then with greater vigor. Soon he was pistoning up and down on his haunches, his golden tan arms around Priam's neck. Priam's dark chocolate hands grasped the firm, flat sided Asian butt as it moved up and down over his mammoth purple black dick. From deep inside of him, Priam's orgasm stirred, coiled around in his gut, moved through his heavy ballsack and then came erupting out of his rampant penis to spout deep inside of Bundit. The Asian man bounced a few more times as Priam squeezed his ass cruelly hard, gasping, moaning, lolling his head back and forth. Then Priam slumped, pulling Bundit into his chest and resting his head on the strong Siamese shoulder.
They sat there like that for a few minutes, breathing in time to each other. Then Bundit climbed off of Priam's lap and wiped himself with the old newspaper sheets that were stored there for that purpose. Priam did the same, cleaning his wilting rod. Then he looked quizzically at Bundit, smiling, and reached out for his golden red cock. But Bundit needed to pace himself, especially after yesterday's marathon, for he knew he had a longer race to run today. Smiling, he stretched forward and kissed Priam, then backed away and dressed quickly. Then after laying his hand against Priam's cheek once more, Bundit slipped out the door. A flock of pigeons that had been pecking on the ground in front of the outhouse stretched wings and flew upward at his emergence.
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The morning was well advanced by now. Bundit had "worked" hard, but more "labors" lay ahead of him. But he wanted, once more, to do some more productive work at Seaward, to do what he could to leave it in good shape for the trials ahead. Hearing some sounds from the storage barn, he entered to find Hector and Cassius shifting sacks of grain around in preparation for a new load from Charleston the next day, trying to top off their stores as much as possible. Both men were shirtless as they worked. A light sheen of sweat and oil covered Hector's rich dark chocolate skin, the light dancing as his full, rounded muscles of shoulder, chest, and back worked. A rippling range of hills ran down his abdomen. His tight trousers clung to his full, upturning, high, rounded butt, that wonderful African bottom that curved sharply toward a strong back and spine indented between long hills of muscle. Cassius's light brown skin, like a coffee-washed marble, seemed to emanate light. His muscles, not as sharply defined as Hector's, were yet perfectly proportioned, hills and valleys in beautiful array on chest, belly, and back. His head of black, loose curls shook as he moved. The two men turned in pleasant surprise to see Bundit enter.
"Hello Cassius, hello Hector," he said, grinning warmly. "I suppose you have heard."
"We have," said Cassius. Hector stepped up to him and enveloped him in his meaty chocolate arms. Laying his head on top of Bundit's--for he was that much taller than the Asian man--he simply squeezed him tightly and said, simply, "I will really miss you." Cassius likewise came up and laid a hand on Bundit's back--it was about all he could reach in between Hector's enfolding arms. "It's nice to see you today, though," said the mulatto man. It took Bundit a moment of choking back strong emotion, and then he pushed away to hold Hector by the big man's upper arms, smiling at him, grinning at Cassius who stood next to them. "Let's get to work," Bundit said.
Bundit tore off his own shirt and pitched in, soon working up a similar light shine of sweat on his persimmon, gold and tan skin. The men talked as they worked to shift the sacks of grain.
"What sort of ship will you look for, Bundit?" asked Cassius.
"I would like something that goes up and down the coast, or perhaps to the West Indies. Nothing around the world, that might take years and, really, I do want to come back. I just need to be on the sea for a while," he said. Hector and Cassius nodded. "I expect I will sign on as an ordinary seaman. I'm afraid I have lost my sea legs, and seagoing ships may be very different now from what they were eleven years ago," Bundit added.
Work proceeded apace, and then there was a knock on the broad wooden door of the barn. There stood Rain and Moss, grinning shyly, carrying a capacious basket of food and drink. "Mama Juno said to bring this over to you," said Rain. "It's good food!" Moss chimed in. The men stopped to greet the little girls, gently hugging them. Did Cassius squeeze Rain extra hard, was there a special love in the way he tousled her mop of curls so like his own? No matter; love is not diminished if we love a few here and there in a different way than we love others. The girls deposited their gift then ran off, giggling.
Sitting down to their lunch, the three reminisced over old times, Bundit's arrival on the island, all the good times they had enjoyed together. Some sparrows flew into the barn through the open door, and enjoyed the crumbs the men tossed to them. Relaxing from the morning's hard work, the three spread out on the sacks near to each other, nibbling on bread, butter and cheese, bits of fruit, finishing their meal.
A sense of what he would lose by leaving began to creep over Bundit. He lowered his head, going over in his own mind the reasons he had to depart. Cassius and Hector exchanged a meaningful look over the top of Bundit's head; they could feel his palpable sorrow, and guessed correctly what it was. Cassius shifted over to sit right next to the Siamese man. He put his light brown arm around Bundit's bare shoulder and squeezed him tightly.
"Bundit... we want you to be happy. If you need to go, then go. Would we be happy if you stayed here and were unhappy? Everybody knows how much you want to go. So go... go. But Bundit," he said, hugging tight and burying his face in the jet black wings of thick hair, "come back. You must. You have to." Moved beyond words, Bundit put his arms around Cassius as they sat together, struggling to compose himself. Hector slid in next to them and managed to envelop them both in his big, meaty, chocolate arms.
Once more, love led to passion, slowly and by degrees. Faces buried in hair or against cheeks began to nibble ears, to nuzzle, to kiss cheeks. Then faces turned to press lips to lips. Arms that wrapped around bare shoulders slid around necks as palms cupped chests and fingers tweaked nipples. Normal breathing became heavy. Separate flesh, pressed tight against a beautiful range of multi-colored hues of skin, presented its own demands to merge and become one.
Hector wrapped both arms around Bundit as Cassius stepped away for a moment. Hector pressed the Asian man back against some grain sacks and kissed him with a slow, passionate intensity, thick, full, plum lips covering Bundit's rosebud mouth. One powerful hand tugged at Bundit's trousers and pulled them off, with his undergarment. Hector slid his dark chocolate hand up and down Bundit's thin, muscular frame, following curves of shoulders, hips, and thighs, grasping firm buttocks.
"Come, this way," said Cassius. He was standing naked, beautiful flowing muscles under light brown skin. His medium brown penis stood straight out in front of him, the reddish dickhead pushing out from the skin. Hector rose and scooped Bundit up in his arms, carrying him like a bride across the threshhold, his heavy, purple black penis bobbing up and down, full ballsack swinging. Cassius had spread some blankets on the floor of a secluded spot in the barn, and had found a jar of lubricant. Hector put Bundit down on the soft blankets and stretched out naked alongside him, while Cassius did the same on the other side.
Now Bundit grasped the large brown penis on one side and the larger midnight black penis on the other side and slowly pumped them as they arched over his belly, squeezing out threads of precum that gathered on his belly. One dark chocolate hand and one light brown hand slid on Bundit's tan and gold chest and belly, spreading the precum, tweaking his nipples. First one head of short, tight, kinky hair and then one head of loose black curls bent over Bundit's face, kissing his lips, his eyelids, his nose, biting his neck and shoulder.
Then at a signal from Cassius they turned the Asian over onto his belly, inserting a folded-up, soft blanket underneath his hips. Hector scooped up some lubricant with two fingers and began dilating Bundit's red anus while Cassius slicked up his own rampant dick. Hector nodded and Cassius knelt between Bundit's spread thighs, positioned his dickhead at the anus, and thrust. Bundit gasped and moaned, but in one long, smooth thrust Cassius was landed inside. The mulatto man held himself up off of Bundit with the palms of his hands on the blanket below and began pumping, slowly building up momentum so that his hips were swinging like a pendulum, moving his glistening brown dick in and out of the persimmon colored hills of Bundit's butt, the sphincter of his anus clinging to the rod a fraction of an inch as it went in and out. Hector meanwhile stuck a meaty brown paw underneath Bundit, wrapped his hand around Bundit's penis and slowly pumped it. The Asian man clutched the blanket, turning his head to one side, chest flat against the blanket. Faster and faster, and then Cassius cried "Oh! Oh! Aaaaah!" and slammed forward, holding his groin against Bundit's butt, pushing his semen out by clenching his ass muscles. Cassius held that position a moment and then, spent, pulled out and rolled off to the side.
Now Hector, who had been greasing his own wood-stiff ebony pole during Cassius's ecstasy, swung into position. Although Bundit was already stretched open by Cassius, Hector's larger penis caused another gasp and soft cry from the Asian man as the black man inserted himself as far as he could into his butt. Hector held his position for a moment, then began to pump. His firm, tight, upturned black man's butt flexed with each repetition, a machine of lust pushing in and pulling out of Bundit. Then Hector lowered himself onto Bundit's back, pushing his muscular arms down under the Siamese and grasping chest and belly. Bundit arched his chest up off the blanket to accommodate this, supporting his upper torso on his arms. Locked tightly together, Hector's hips began to move very quickly, almost vibrating in their speed and intensity. Then with a shock his body froze as his groin pushed forward and a wild animal cry escaped the black man. Bundit could hardly breathe from the squeezing of Hector's arms; he lowered his head as his black lover emptied his seed into his gut. Then Hector, conscious of his physical domination of the smaller man, let go, pulled out with a plop, and rolled over to lie next to him.
Now Cassius rolled Bundit back over onto his back, semen leaking onto the blanket from his gaping anus. The mulatto man quickly lowered his head to Bundit's straining penis, taking it in, sucking and pumping. Stimulated by two vigorous fuckings, Bundit did not take long. For a while he bounced his own hips up and down to the rhythm of Cassius's attentions, then crying out and clutching Cassius's curly hair, Bundit shoved his hips upward, shooting a geyser of semen which the mulatto man swallowed hungrily. He kept his mouth over the rampant penis as it continued to flow, then with one last suck rolled off again and onto his side.
The three lay there together blissfully, holding hands, caressing flesh gently. Bundit chuckled: "I will really miss that... I will miss the two of you." A dark chocolate arm and a light brown arm came over Bundit's chest and hugged him tight. They lay like that gathering strength and breath in the sunny afternoon while songbirds sang in a tree outside.
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The people of Seaward were gathering for a sweet and sad dinner in the evening to celebrate Bundit's time with them, bid him bon voyage, and most especially, to wish him a speedy return. Bundit made a point of spending time with each of the children that afternoon, especially Wat. Toward the end of the afternoon as people were setting up tables and bringing food to the open ground floor of the hay barn for a dinner, Bundit worked alone in his room on the second floor of the main house, packing his belongings. He did not take everything. It was important for him and also for the others that he leave some things there, that it remain "his room," as a token of his return. A fresh spring breeze ruffled the curtains, and birds in the branches of the live oak outside his window chirped as they built their spring nests.
Occupied with folding some shirts, he was startled by a soft knock on the door. It was Troy, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, a smile on his face. "Oh, Troy! Come in," said Bundit.
With the strength and presence of a young lion, Troy walked into the room to stand next to Bundit, a heavy dark hand on his shoulder, to survey the work. "Are you nearly packed, then, Bundit?" he asked.
"Pretty much so. I won't take too much, just as much as I can shift by myself, of course."
Troy nodded and squeezed Bundit's shoulder, pulling him toward him gently. "We will miss you; I will miss you. But we know you need to do this, so you go with our blessings." Bundit nodded, grateful for this and other good wishes. Troy continued, "I wish I had something to give you to remind you of us, of me, but it looks as if you are pretty fully packed."
Bundit laid his head against Troy's shoulder and chest, wrapping his own arm around the man's waist, strong like an oak trunk. "There is something you can give me.... and I can give you. I... I have been exchanging the same gift with others last night and today." Troy thought for a moment, then put his head back and laughed. He had heard rumors. Looking down to the top of Bundit's jet black hair he nodded. "Alright, alright... I would like that." Stepping away to the door he closed it, then returned and, holding Bundit by the shoulders and upper arms, he looked smiling into his almond eyes. Bundit smiled back, and then the two melted together in a kiss. As large as, and more muscular than Hector, Troy swallowed up the Asian man in his arms. Then pushing back for a moment he pulled his shirt off and then his trousers and undergarment, as Bundit did the same. Troy admired Bundit's tight, boxy chest of tan and gold, his copper nipples, while Bundit reached out to lightly touch Troy's massive pectorals, to run a finger over his prune nipples. They came back together in a tight embrace, penises batting and sliding together compressed between their torsos.
It was not intense, scrabbling, or heated. It was simple and passionate. Two good friends were saying goodbye, and how lucky they were that their friendship could also be expressed in physical intimacy--not all good friends are so blessed. Troy stepped around Bundit and threw himself on the bed, pulling the Asian man on top of himself. They hugged tightly and kissed, sharing the lovely illusion of flesh being joined through chocolate brown and gold and tan skin. Then Troy tugged and shifted on Bundit until the Siamese man, getting the message, turned around so that he crouched end to end over Troy.
On the bottom, Troy first sucked Bundit's full, tightly drawn up scrotum into his mouth, lightly rolling the testicles around. The gentle suction of his mouth brought a moan of pleasure from Bundit, who was occuped at the other end. Bundit had one golden tan hand around Troy's purple black dick and was sliding it up and down the base of the shaft, while he sucked and tongued the big dickhead that leaked precum. Then Troy relinquished Bundit's balls and took his stiff, downhanging penis into his mouth and began sucking. Bundit set up a short, steady rhythm with his hips, sliding his stiff dick up and down into Troy's mouth. At the same time he swallowed as much of Troy's massive, stiff penis as he could, sucking and bobbing, while he followed the movements of his head with his hand around the base of the rigid shaft.
They came at nearly the same time, Troy first by a few seconds. It was not wild and thrashing for either of them. It was the offering up of a gift, and the receiving of the same. Each felt a part of himself move with the ecstasy of love up and out and into the other, and as each swallowed the other's semen he understood that a part of the other would now become part of his own flesh. Quietly, each finished, sucked the last drops from the other's dick, and then pulled off. Bundit collapsed flat on top of Troy, laying his cheek on the still-hard genitals as Troy kissed Bundit's inner thighs softly. "Thanks, Troy," whispered Bundit. Troy laughed softly, slapping the persimmon colored bottom above his face playfully. "Until next time," he whispered back.
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The party that night was joyous and sad, looking to the past and to the future and beyond the future to Bundit's return. There were stories and quiet conversations until dark. One by one the people of Seaward, the dinner things cleared away, began to take their leave of Bundit. He would go in the morning, and wanted to say his goodbyes tonight to most of his friends. Quiet settled on the group. Gathering up Wat in his arms he kissed him and held him tight, then sent him off with Portia for the night.
Only Appleby remained, smiling at his friend. In the distance an owl hooted, and a night hawk swooped across the distant line of trees. Bundit sighed and looked at Appleby with a slight smile. "Master Mark," he said, "would you like to spend the night together?"
"I would," said Appleby. Hand in hand they walked from the barn to the main house to the second floor, lowering lamps as they went.