Redman Plantation

Redman Plantation Chapter 3

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Another day had dawned on Redman Plantation. The sun was just peaking over the horizon; granting a golden cast to the clouds. Henry arrived at the equipment shed just in time to catch John hopping down from one of the new tractors that had only arrived two days prior.

"Your granpa wanted those fields tilled and ready for the carrots and beets to go in," John gestured to the freshly plowed acres that the sun was just beginning to kiss with its midas touch.

"You really got down to it. Better you than me," Henry joked.

"Lazy bastard," John chuckled, fake-punching Henry in the arm.

"Whatever. Did you have breakfast already?"

"Sort of, if you call a protein bar breakfast."

"C'mon. Granma will have a nice big one ready," Henry said, leading the way to the big house.

Granma Eula was a kindly woman. Slim but not frail, her skin was withered and her hair a magnificent crest of silver curls. In what could only be described as a somewhat modern take on the prairie dress, she served the two boys large plates of freshly made eggs and sausages with a side of waffles; made from scratch and dripping with maple syrup.

"Damn! Er-I mean, thanks Mrs. Redman," John grinned and immediately dug into the food. Henry did likewise and Eula could only smile; happy that they were enjoying her creations.

"Don't eat so fast, boys. You'll choke," she warned as she stepped onto the patio to enjoy her cup of hot coffee in the crisp morning air.

"Your granma can cook, man! This is soooo good," John noted, somewhat muffled by a hunk of waffle.

"MmHm!" Henry concurred, stuffing his face with a whole sausage.

The sound of a van pulling up in front of the house. Eula greeted someone and had a light conversation then entered the house.

"Henry! A letter for you," she said, placing it down on the table in front of him, "And one for you as well, John." Both boys looked at the letters then at each other.

"You applied there too?" they asked simultaneously, then laughed.

"Open yours first," John suggested, thumbing the edge of his envelope. Henry slowly unfolded the sheet of paper. He inhaled sharply then a broad grin spread across his face.

"I'm in! They accepted me," he revealed in hushed voice, "Your turn." John swallowed hard as he opened his letter. He unfolded the sheet, looked at the paper for almost half a minute then hung his head.

"Oh no! What's it say?" Henry asked, concerned. John, who'd been hiding his face with the sheet of paper, removed it to reveal a brilliant smile.

"I got in. I got into Marthilston!"

Granma Eula rushed back into the dining room to see what all the commotion was about. She sighed relief when she saw John and Henry jumping and hollering in celebration. She knew exactly what had occurred, having seen the college's insignia on the envelopes.

"Congratulations boys. I assume you both got into the same college?" she said with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, granma! Isn't it great! I get to go to college with my best bud," Henry yelled, pulling John into a bear hug.

"Wonderful, dear. Well, I think you too need some alone time, don't you? To...uh...celebrate?" she said with a smirk.

"What, granma?"

"Nothing, nothing. You too have fun and be careful," she chimed as she returned to sipping her coffee on the patio.

"What was that about?" John asked.

"I dunno. Old people thing, I guess," Henry shrugged.

"But she is right about one thing. We gotta celebrate," John grinned, sliding his hand into Henry's jeans and groping his butt.

"Someone might see," Henry reminded, removing John's hand.

"Well, let's go somewhere they won't see. I'm sure you know someplace. Maybe even...your room?"

"No way!"

"Then suggest someplace. I'm gettin' hornier by the second," John whispered and nibbled on Henry's neck. Henry couldn't deny his morning wood either. He was so glad granma was out on the patio and could not see or hear any of their amorous display. She would have probably flipped out. Taking John by the hand, he quickly led him out through the back door and across the lawn to the old barn. It was gray and dilapidated, having fallen into disuse as there had not been any animals - save for chickens - on Redman property for almost thirty years.

The inside was well ventilated, thanks to the many large holes in the ceiling. There was a collection of old junk from years gone by, mostly metal parts and huge strips of fabric and tarpaulin. Once safely indoors, John resumed his hungry ravaging of Henry's lips. Hands groped buttocks and soon shirts were being peeled off both dark and pale bodies.

"I can't wait to get in those college dorms with you. I'll lock you in my room for a week, you horny fuck," John growled, kissing down Henry's chest as he opened the red-head's jeans. He suckled on the pink nipples for a brief second then dropped and took Henry's cock-head between his full lips.

"Uuuuuuh fuck!" Henry breathed, cupping John's head in both hands and guiding him along the length of his his pole. "Yeeeah! Suck that cock! All the way down! Suck it!" He slid his cock all the way into John's throat. The black youth grabbed handfuls of Henry's buttocks and pulled; hungrily swallowing as much of that ivory pole as he could.

Henry shuddered, hand to the back of John's head to keep the eager cock-sucker's nose buried in his ginger pubes. He pulled back and thrusted in again and again, sliding easily back and forth through John's wet gullet. John broke free of the head-lock and looked Henry in the eye.

"I want you to fuck the hell outta me!" he demanded. Henry was more than happy to oblige. Bending John over a partition of what used to be a row of horse stables, he yanked the black youth's jeans and underwear down round his ankles, spread those gorgeous chocolate ass-cheeks and went in tongue-first.

"Ohhhhh gawd, yes! Ahhhhhh!" John cooed, backing his ass onto the invading tongue. Shivers ran up his spine at the sensation of that wet member slurping, twisting and flicking inside his asshole. John moaned and his ebony steel throbbed when Henry speared him on the full length of his oral fuck-tool. Henry pulled that black steel back between John's legs and lapped up the dribble of precum from the purple head.

"Damn, Henry! Fuck me already, please?! Just fuck me!" John begged, grinding his ass on the finger Henry had just jabbed inside of him. Henry kept up the sweet torture, driving two more thick digits into John's cock-starved hole before finally giving the black youth what he wanted.

"AHHHHHHHHH FUCK!" YEEEEEAH! FUCK ME!" John roared, taking the full length of Henry's thick ivory pole in one hole-expanding inward plunge.

"FUUUUUCK!" Henry gasped, his eyes rolling up in his head as he held himself fully embedded in John's silky love tunnel before proceeding the fuck the hell out of that hot, wet chocolate. He drove his dick back and forth almost its full length; eliciting deep moans of satisfaction from his dark lover. He picked up the pace until he was hammering away in that moist fuck-chute; making John grunt and gasp with every thrust. His pale fingers controlled John's powerful ebony physique at the waist, even as John backed into the powerful thrusts; wanting Henry's pink-headed pole as far up his colon as possible.

The chocolate cock-taker was glazed in a slippery sheen of perspiration; sweat dripping from every pore as he endured the pleasurable pounding. He wanted nothing less than Henry's spooge flooding his tunnel, and he did everything in his power to make it cum that much faster. He clenched his sphincter and backed into Henry's demanding ass-plowing with increased gusto until his buttocks hurt from getting slapped so hard by Henry's pelvis.

"You gonna cum? You gonna cum?!" he groaned, feeling the power of Henry's thrusts go into over-drive, "Shoot that nutt up in me, boy! OH SHIT! FUCK ME!" he bellowed, feeling every volcanic blast of Henry's hot cream. His bit his bottom lip and moaned; his legs trembling as his own dick started jerking all by itself, his excitement splatterring onto the stone floor in thick ropes of cream.

Henry continued ramming John's bowels through both of their orgasms; his back and shoulders glistening with sweat as he groaned through gritted teeth. Finally, he came to the end of his pleasure with his fuzzy chest against John's back.

"Hope you got some energy left. We've still got work to do," Henry sighed.

"You right. I might not. All this time we been fucking and you ain't ever fucked me like that," John admitted.

"Was it too much for you?"

"Nah. If you could fuck me like that every time, I might consider becoming a full-time bottom," John joked.

"We can work on that," Henry chuckled, receiving a light elbow to the ribs.

"Might. I said might," John insisted, trying to appear cross though he could not hide his smile of pure contentment as they basked in the afterglow of what could only be described as good, hot man-sex.

It was good luck that they decided to get their freak on early. For the rest of the day, they had no such opportunities. They were hard at work stock-taking and preparing for planting the crop. Summer would soon be coming to an end and the boys were looking forward to getting off the farm and heading east to Marthilston College.

Alfredo Rosa held back a roar between clenched teeth, spurting hot seed all over the stone floor as he watched John get fucked. The Mexican laborer had been taking a break from the heat - no, that was a lie. He had been slacking off from work, taking a break in the abandoned barn. He had almost been asleep when he heard the sound of wet kissing then sloppy cock-sucking. He had peeked out from his alcove and witnessed the hottest fuck session he had seen in a long time. He had seen the way the nineteen year-old black had begged for, and enjoyed taking, Henry's thick piece and had wished he could get that action for himself. Stroking his long, thick, brown meat, he had shot strong thick ropes of cream all over the floor; a way he hadn't cum in months.

Alfredo was pretty tall for a Mexican; about John's height, and he shared the black youth's build: sculpted, chiseled, perfectly-toned like a Hellenistic statue with a much bigger package between the legs. His complexion was a sandy light-brown. The twenty-six year-old kept his head clean-shaven and maintained a thick black mustache. His forearms were covered in tattoos.

He peeked out again and watched their shadows exit the barn. He breathed a sigh of relief. He tucked his softened dick back inside his jeans and walked into the open. He didn't care whether they were lovers or not; he wanted a piece of John and he was going to get it. He just had to wait for the right opportunity.

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