The Incredible Journey of Thomas Johnson

 

Copyright© 2017 – Nicholas Hall

 

Chapter Ten

"Full nakedness! All joys due to thee,

as souls, unbodied,

bodies unclothed must be,

to taste the whole joys."

(John Donne)

 

Smooth, Soft, Bathed, Boys

 

Rain, when cascading from dark clouds, seems to have a nasty and most thorough way of drenching everything beneath it not covered or properly clothed; we were no exception, being not properly clothed or covered by a roof, except intermittently as we scurried to get animals and equipment under cover. Inside the house, finally, Chapman announced to the ladies the news he'd related to the Doucet men and the hired hands – the war was indeed over since Lee had surrendered! There was, again, an outpouring of relief and joy!

"You all better change out of those wet clothes," Celeste advised, "and come back to the kitchen and we'll have something to eat."

"Do you mind sending mine over the house, Celeste?" Chapman asked tiredly. "Traveling all day left me pretty well knackered."

She nodded and looked at him closely! He did look tired and slightly off color, but not really sick. I offered to walk back with him and just as we were leaving through the breezeway, Jefferson caught up with us, carrying a bundle of clothes in his hand.

"Can I join you?" he asked.

I had a good idea what he really meant by "join" and I was up for ride, so quickly agreed! However, it was not to be, at least this night. Once we reached the second floor of the main house (as I was beginning to call it), just about to turn to the left to my room, Chapman held up his hand, waving Jefferson to accompany him.

"I need you to help me with my boots, Jefferson," he said wearily, "then you can get changed and back down to the kitchen. The little boys should be coming home soon."

Jefferson was clearly disappointed, but acceded to Chapman's request, following him down the hall. I continued on into my bedroom, changed from wet to dry clothes, and returned to the kitchen.

"When you take Mr. Chapman's meal over, Leticia," Celeste was saying, "Make sure he takes this medicine before he goes to bed; one big spoonful tonight and another in the morning. Then I'll be over to check on him after he has his breakfast."

"Jubal," she said, "you make sure you go over there in the morning and wake him for breakfast and check to see he takes his medicine."

Leticia nodded her understanding, dropped the small bottle of liquid in her apron pocket, and moved to the stove to help prepare the evening meal. Jubal, evidently used to helping out Mr. Chapman, smiled, "Yes'm; first thing in the morning!" There was no doubt in my mind he was more than familiar with Mr. Chapman's bedroom and the guest room across the hall!

Celeste, aware of my close scrutiny of her actions and the medicine bottle, feeling some explanation was necessary, said, "It's an infusion of dried and powdered Foxglove leaves and seeds, water, brandy, a couple of other herbs, and a touch of honey- supposed to be good for the heart and whatever else might ail you. At his age, Mr. Chapman needs all the help he can get."

Noticing the concern now evident on my face, she smiled, "Don't you worry none; he'll be fine in the morning!"

Evidently this wasn't the first time she'd treated Chapman with some sort of herbal remedy and seemed quite confident he'd be fit as a fiddle in the morning- at least for a sixty-five year old man in 1865 when life expectancy was shorter than in 1983, the time period I was most familiar with! I pondered, listening and observing, the advances made in medicine in that one hundred plus years and how in the world people were treated and survived now, in the late 1800's. The Chapman Farm was fortunate, I felt, to have someone with Celeste's apparent knowledge of herbs to doctor them. With my limited knowledge, I was aware that the plant Foxglove was the source of digitalis, a heart medicine, but I didn't know when it was discovered- now I knew, maybe!

Sarah, Gabriel's wife, stepped into the kitchen, followed by Gabriel and Paul each carrying big buckets of water. After she instructed them to empty the buckets into two big brass or copper pots and put them on the stove, she informed Celeste, "I'm starting hot water for a bath for the little boys when they come home from school. I'll bet they be a muddy mess and wet to boot!"

The storm had eased and the rain stopped as the day slipped into late afternoon. It wasn't long until Jefferson, returning from Chapman's room, grinned and pointed out a kitchen window toward the lane leading to the farmstead. Mud flying, boys shouting, Goliath trotting at goodly pace, the donkey cart with three wet, muddy, and very vocal boys inside it, splashed down the lane to come to a stop in front of the barn near the burro's corral!

It didn't take them long to put the cart under cover, turn Goliath out into the corral, and feed him. They still had eggs to gather and chickens and other poultry to feed, so they just stayed outside. Once finished, with Antoine carrying the basket of eggs, the boys tromped into the kitchen, giggling and laughing. The first thing they did was shout in unison, "Did you hear the news?"

We feigned ignorance so Antoine said proudly, "The war's over!"

"Teacher said Lee surrendered to Grant yesterday," Benjie chimed in.

"At Appomattox Court House in Virginia," added Henri.

The three young lads were not only excited about the news, but, because of the rain and mud splashed up from the burro pulling their cart, filthy dirty besides!

"You didn't get your books wet, did you?" I asked.

"Nah, we wrapped them up in oil cloth," Antoine answered holding up a bundle.

Celeste pointed toward a back room and commanded, "Get in there, strip, and take a bath. The water is hot and you boys stink like mud and barn yard."

"Do we have to?" moaned Benjie to her.

"Yes, and Mr. Jeansonne will make certain you do. Right, Mr. Jeansonne?"

I nodded my understanding, but didn't want to appear too eager to assist so, I smiled and said, "Lead the way, boys," and we trooped off into the back room.

Instead of being morose concerning taking a bath, I now had three very happy boys skipping along to the back room. It was equipped with a large metal and wood bathtub and racks holding large towels and, on a table against one wall, assorted wash cloths and a couple of bars of homemade soap. Jefferson and I hauled in the big pots of hot water and filled the tub while the boys disrobed. Testing the water so they wouldn't get burned, we added cold water until I felt it was just right.

Jefferson was smiling when I turned toward the boys and I could see why. Three smooth, prepubescent, naked little boys were cavorting about, chattering like magpies, seemingly completely oblivious over each other's nakedness, and giggling over something. Jefferson, on the other hand was clearly aware of their state of undress since the front of his trousers was tented from the stiff pole lurking underneath. Little did I have to criticize him since one look at the boys sent my own cock to an upright position!

Before stepping into the tub, since it appeared they usually bathed together, each boy seemed to present himself before me, either for my inspection or admiration, I was uncertain. Antoine, a light brown in color, lean, smooth, almost skinny but well proportioned, his flaccid, uncut cock sticking out about two to two and a half inches, the tip nozzled and puckered with a foreskin extending about three quarters to an inch beyond the head, nestled atop two grape-sized gonads in a sack snugged up tight to his body, placed his hands on his hips, wiggled back and forth before thrusting a couple of times causing his penis to wag back and forth.

Henri, lighter in color, more of an olive tan rather than brown, smaller in stature, but not undernourished, stood with his hands on his hips also, hairless, smooth all over, his little two inch pecker, about the size of my thumb, uncut and nozzled with a nicely shaped foreskin pointing out from above his two small balls sucked up tight against his body, reached down and gave it a couple of tugs to try to extend it. As he did so, he was joined by Benjie. Standing alongside Henri, I couldn't help but notice how similar, in every way, the two boys were, and with the exception Benjie was lighter in color than Henri. In the dark, it would be difficult to tell the two apart. Not only were their builds so similar, but their cock and balls as well. Almost like two peas in a pod. Benjie's hair, longer, wavy, brown to black in color was not that different as well from Henri's; although Henri had his hair cut much shorter, it was not tightly curled as I might have expected on an African –American, but still curly and just a bit darker than Benjie's. The two boys were so similar in size, looks, and hair color one might think they were related, yet it was not unusual, according to some sociologists, people living together seem to adapt traits as their own from their companions. Perhaps this is what caused me to think they looked so alike!

Before stepping into the tub to join Antoine and Henri, Benjie stepped forward, motioned to me to lean forward and when I did, he raised up and kissed me, while at the same time taking my right hand and placing it on his crotch, allowing me to cup his sweet boy parts. I damn near creamed right on the spot! He giggled and scampered back to the tub to join the other two!

Jefferson and I each grabbed a bar of soap and a wash cloth and began washing the boys one at a time. Jefferson did the top half of Antoine while I did the bottom half. While I did, I paid careful attention to his genitals and butt crack, making certain they were especially clean! His pecker was stiffer than a nail with the pink head sticking beyond his foreskin when I finished. I ladled warm water over his to rinse him off and lifted him from the tub. I then proceeded to Henri while Jefferson dried Antoine.

Washing Henri, I carefully washed his top half and gave his bottom half the same careful delicate treatment I'd given to Antoine, only in Henri's case, I slipped his foreskin back and cleaned around his pink pecker-head. As I did, he leaned forward, put his hands on my head and purred in pleasure! Done, I lifted him out so Jefferson could towel dry him as well.

Benjie was already stiffer than a three-day corpse when I finally got to his private area. Impatient, when I came close to his belly, he secured my hand, moved it to his penis, and began thrusting a little into my hand.

"Better slow down, tiger," I cautioned, "someone might walk in and wonder what we're doing; wouldn't want to spoil your fun would we?"

He quickly nodded his understanding and stood patiently while I gave him the same careful cleaning I'd given the other two. I rinsed him off, lifted him from the tub, gave his cute butt a slight slap, and told him to have Jefferson dry him.

The boys had towels wrapped around their waists when Celeste knocked on the door announcing she had their night shirts and they may as well get dressed for bed before supper.

"It's getting late," she said through the closed door, "so it's to bed after you eat."

I opened the door, smiled and thanked her as I took the nightshirts from her. It was quite dark when they finished supper and I could see they were quite tired.

"Gonna sleep with us tonight, Antoine?" Benjie asked.

"I'm goin' ta sleep with Jefferson," he mumbled, almost asleep it seemed.

Before leading Antoine off to bed, Jefferson reached in his pants pocket and handed me a small metal container.

"It's a balm or salve Celeste makes." He said. "I think she uses goose grease or something and puts stuff in it to make it smell good. Mr. Chapman once complained about his hands getting rough and red so now he smears this stuff on."

Jefferson winked conspiratorially at me saying softly, "It also helps bigger things to slide into places or small holes which might be a little tight."

Oh my God, homemade personal lubricants!

I never mentioned to the boys I'd moved in to the main house and had a room next door to theirs when I walked them back to the house. Henri and Benjie looked tuckered when I put them to bed. I shut the bedroom door, walked into my room, stripped, and before crawling into my own bed, I opened the connecting door to check on them. Henri had his arms wrapped around Benjie and they both were sound asleep. I left the door open and went to bed.

Sometime during the night, I was awakened by the slow opening of the door between my room and the boy's room. Opening my eyes, the faint light of the crescent moon shining through the glass of the French doors leading to the balcony, revealed one of the boys, clad in his knee-length nightshirt, standing in the open doorway and staring at my blanket covered body stretched out on the canopied bed. Slowly, carefully, cautious in movement and intent, he walked softly toward me, uncertainty seemed to ooze from him with every step closer, until finally deciding it was me, stepped closer to the bed and stood as if trying to make up his mind on what he was going to do next!

The room was just dark enough it was difficult for me to distinguish which of the two boys it was, Henri or Benjie, but I was soon to find out! Reaching down with both hands, he secured the lower hem of his shirt, raised it up over his torso, his head and shoulders, taking it completely off, leaving him naked, and dropped it to the floor. I said not a word, but lifted my covers and silently invited him to join me in bed.

Once there, he crawled up on top of me, stretched his naked, warm body on my stomach, head on my chest just below my chin, legs dangling between my open thighs, his soft little boy sprout tickling my abdomen just below my navel, and when I wrapped my arms around him, he sighed deeply, and drifted off in peaceful slumber. It was then, as he slept cuddled on my breast, I ascertained who it was joining me; a lad with long, soft, slightly wavy hair- Benjie!

Although he was asleep and his penis flaccid, mine was not and was now poking up between his smooth, hairless thighs, brushing his small, grape-sized balls, the cut head of it laying snuggly against his soft, little boy cleavage. His skin, soft, yet firm to the touch as I ran my hand down his back, and reaching his small buttocks, lovingly massaged each of the twin globes gently. I moved my hand back up to clasp my other, holding him gently, but firmly on my chest.

Benjie exuded that "just bathed" boy smell, not yet pubescent but stronger, yet delightful, hormonal, and pleasing to my senses. Lying there, luxuriating in his warmth, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed deeply, slowly, his heart "thumping" softly, but with measured slowness in his peaceful sleep, I heard a floor board creak! Turning my head slightly toward the door, I spotted another nightshirt clad figure gliding through the dark to my bed – Henri! He stood silently, hesitantly, until I said softly,

"Come on, get in," and he quickly shed his nightshirt and wiggled under the covers. Seeking his own place, similar to a kitten amongst the litter, gently nudged his bedmate, Benjie, until he slowly slipped off to my right side, yet not losing physical contact with me. Henri's small, lithe frame slithered up to my left side and anchored himself with an arm across my chest and a leg across my groin in the same fashion Benjie was also anchored to me. I slipped my arm around Henri, pulled him closely to me, kissed the top of his head, saying "Now sleep; okay?"

He sighed in a similar manner as Benjie had earlier when he joined me and settled down, falling asleep, resting as only a boy can. The phrase "Naked came I" roamed through my head, dredged up from my memory somehow from an encounter or works I'd read in my former life. Only, it was not me, but two very lovely, loving, and willing boys!

To be continued.

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