The Incredible Journey of Thomas Johnson

 

Copyright© 2017 – Nicholas Hall

 

Chapter Sixteen

 

"Away and mock the time with fairest show:

False face must hide what false heart doth know."

(Shakespeare – [Macbeth])

 

Truth will Out

 

I stepped into the hall, accompanied by Mr. Chapman, and faced the three tenant farmers standing before me, hats in hand.

"Yes?" I inquired, anticipating they had requests to make concerning seed or equipment needs.

All three looked somewhat angry or disgusted, as if harboring some secret or desire they really didn't wish to share with me, or for that matter, the rest of the assembled company in the room behind us! Watching them, the expressions on their faces, and remembering my limited knowledge of history of this area, I began to quickly formulate in my mind the real purpose of their visit, but waited patiently for one of them to speak.

Looking, not at me, but at Mr. Chapman, the most burley of the bunch, evidently their spokesperson, said, "Mr. Chapman, we been thinkin,' over the past couple of months now the war is over, `bout headin' on back south of the river to Missouri. We all got family down there and its time we joined them!"

"Strange you didn't mention this before," Chapman replied, almost, but not quite saddened to the casual observer, however I was not fooled by his demeanor! In the short time I'd known the man and worked in his employ, I knew he was suspicious and that suspicion was about to boil over into anger- unbridled, and swift, delivering justice or decision as he was capable of!

I picked up on his anger, intervened, saying sharply, "Perhaps your decisions were reached earlier today as you heard of our friends joining us at Chapman's Farm!"

"Who are you?" their spokesman demanded.

"You know damned well who I am," I snapped back. "You knew from day one who I was and not long after that the position I hold. Now, what's the real reason for your desertion of our lands, the houses we provide, the equipment and animals to farm our land with, and the share of the profits from that land?"

That lit the fuse!

A second man spat out, "It's all of them fuckin' niggers wanderin' `round thinkin' they is equal to or better than us white folk, that's what!"

"And if they are?"

"We ain't about to work for some nigger lovin' boss who puts those black bastards above his own kind!" spat out the spokesman.

The air in the hall was sparkling with tension; both sides were quiet, standing facing each other, anticipating some action. The silence was broken when Chapman, said quietly, yet forcefully venomous, "Get your sorry asses off of my property! I expect you and your filth to be off of my land by nightfall tomorrow or I'll have you shot as trespassers!"

The three clenched their fists, but immediately became semi-subservient when Captain Randolph walked up behind us.

"May I be of assistance, Mr. Chapman?"

"Yes, Captain, you may. Could you provide a detail to see these men off of my property?"

The Captain looked quizzically at me, as if seeking verification, so I nodded in the affirmative.

Lieutenant Andrews and a squad of eight troopers were assigned to the detail and I sent Caleb along to make certain the tenants left with only their personal property and animals and nothing of Chapman's. Caleb, along with Malik, Absalom, and Isiah, was very familiar with the animals, equipment, and the entire farming operations on all three of the farms, as well as throughout the Chapman property. I knew Hannibal relied heavily on the four of them for the smooth operation of the planting, harvesting, and animal care. They were not only hard workers, but reliable, trustworthy, and loyal to a fault. Besides, all four enjoyed a good fuck or fucking as well!

After everything was arranged and the escorted farmers sent on their way, those of us still gathered in the library ascertained we now had three empty farms needing families with additional hired help to farm them. There were many possibilities discussed, ranging from share-cropping as we'd done with the now exiting tenants to renting out the houses and farming the land from the main farm. I finally suggested putting families in the homes, with the understanding they could live there rent free, with the further understanding they could raise their own gardens, have livestock, poultry, and other critters as they desired for their own use. In addition, we would pay them a monthly wage for working the fields, maintaining the buildings, and caring for the livestock and equipment. The wage would be slightly less than what we would pay monthly to our general farm workers because of the benefits of the housing. If there was a "hired man's" house on the property, we'd use it to house a couple of men to work on a permanent basis, as well as a place to house planting, harvesting, and crews as needed.

Hannibal and I, along with Mr. Chapman, would decide which ones of the new families would be best suited for the vacant farms. I knew I'd rely heavily on Hannibal, since he was well acquainted with the new arrivals, who would end up on the farms. He was a god-send in the overall operations and management of Chapman's Farms!

Chapmen was growing weary and desired a nap, so I closed the meeting, but asked Hannibal and Captain Randolph to stay. The room cleared and I expressed my concerns about the safety of those under our charge and overall security in light of what I could see might be a growing hostility toward free people of color and blacks in general! Captain Randolph suggested it might be wise for us to increase our cache of weaponry and begin posting more guards around the properties to warn of any problems. He also felt just having a few armed employees just might send a message to those intent on doing harm! Captain Randolph wasn't certain how long his troops would be assigned to the area, but cautioned us to be prepared to be on our own when he was called back to other duty someplace else!

Hannibal, noting the growth of our community and the lack of housing, wanted to begin forming up teams of construction workers to provide the housing once Captain Randolph developed the site plan and marked off the lots and streets. Hannibal was certain, there were talented carpenters and wood workers among the new settlers who would be more than willing and eager to help.

Dusk settled on the Farm as we all went about our duties. My duty, at that moment, was to enjoy a brandy on the front porch of the main house. I wasn't seated there long before Henri and Benjie, each carrying a mug of lemonade, joined me. Sitting there, enjoying my drink and their delightful company, I could scarce believe a little over two weeks previously I'd been leisurely riding my motorcycle through the beauty of Southeast Iowa when I was somehow, instantly, transported through time to this place in 1865! I gazed upon the beauty of first one and then the other boy, captured in my eye and mind, their loving smiles for me, and wondered how and when I would ever return to the twenty-first century or if I even wanted to!

Deeply confused, saddened even at the very thought of leaving the two lovers I'd committed to die for rather than let harm come to either one, I vowed, realizing fully history could not, would not be changed, in the deepening, increasing darkness of early evening, to live my life with them and use the knowledge I'd brought with me from those years far into the future, to better our lives together and those around us!

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Caleb was more than just a little excited, emotionally and sexually, when he was informed he'd be accompanying Lieutenant Andrews escorting the disgruntled tenants back to the farms and seeing them off of Chapman property. The instructions to take along a bedroll and be prepared to spend the night, brought him scurrying to Madame Doucet's kitchen in search of some of her "special" lotion, "to sooth any aches and pains from riding the mule."

"Hah!" he thought to himself as he rode along. "Not to sooth any aches but to make sliding into his companion easier, if he got the chance, or vice-versa!"

Astride one of the Farm's mules, trotting happily alongside of Lieutenant Andrews mounted on a fine U.S. Army gelding, listening to the "jingle-jangle" of harness hardware and the Lieutenant's shiny, sheathed officer's sword strapped around Andrews' slim waist, Caleb, age twenty-two, was randy as hell and completely enamored with the young officer. When the troop first rode into the yard at the main house, Caleb saw the young officer, cast him a smile and received an almost shy one in return, he vowed to try to get to know him much, much better! Every chance he'd had since then to be close to Lt. Andrews, he did, striking up a conversation, trying to determine if the young officer, perhaps four or five years older than him, might be interested in having some sort of relationship, if not just down-right good and long fucking!

He really didn't care how much older Andrews was or the fact he was probably five inches taller; what he did care about was not the pistol holstered on one slim hip or the sword sheathed on the other; what he did care about was hidden away between the two, out of sight, snugged away in the handsome man's trousers! The more he pondered that hidden man-flesh, the harder his pecker became, wondering what it might taste like or how it would feel pushed up his backside. Caleb smiled to himself, also wondering what it would be like to "sheath" his own stiff, throbbing "sword" up Andrews' "scabbard' and polish it with his own special, thick, white cream!

The small squad of soldiers, following three farmers neared the first tenant property. Lt. Andrews immediately noticed two large farm wagons, one already loaded with household furniture, cooking and dining items, and personal items such as clothing; and the second loaded with farming tools and miscellaneous equipment belonging to the farmer and not Chapman. Tied to the back of one wagon was a milk cow and to the other two horses. Chickens in two crates hung from the side of one wagon.

"Caleb," Lieutenant Andrews instructed, "check the barns first, then the house and let me know if they have anything that should stay here."

Caleb dismounted and hustled off to check the barn then the house as he was instructed. There were several draft horses and a couple of sows with little pigs in pens and a corral and all of the farm equipment belonging to Chapman still remained in the machine shed. Satisfied there, he went to the house, checked it out, noting there were still two beds left, but they were of the same construction as those on the main farm, scampered back to report to Andrews everything seemed to be in order.

Andrews gave the farmer approval to leave and with a shout to his wife handling one team of horses pulling a wagon and to his oldest son driving the other, the family, with the smaller children seated beside their mother and their older brother, moved down the lane and headed toward Missouri.

Andrews dismounted to stretch his legs, leaned over to Caleb and whispered in his ear, "They've been busy, getting ready to move long before today."

Andrews' warm breath, tickling Caleb's ear, made his cock twitch and just about caused him to spill his seed!

With one family down the road, Lt. Andrews, Caleb, and the detail of soldiers escorted the two remaining farmers to their tenant farms. In each case, wagons were already packed, families waiting patiently, and after a check by Caleb, all seemed to be in order. Only once, while Caleb was checking the last farm, was anything said.

As he walked by the wagon loaded with farm equipment, one of the two boys, probably about thirteen or fourteen years of age, ensconced on the wagon seat, hissed "Fuckin' ugly, big-dicked niggers!"

Caleb didn't respond, but chuckling to himself, thought, "Well, he did get the dick part right!"

Watching this last family moving down the road, slowly fading out of sight in the blush of the early evening sun, Lt. Andrews split the squad, ordering half to stay at this farm, the other half to the second farm, while he and Caleb journeyed to the very first farm they'd been to earlier.

"I want to make certain no one returns and does damage, such as firing the barn or the house! In the morning, after full daylight, feed and water the livestock and rendezvous with me at our first farm," Andrews ordered and with a sharp salute, he and Caleb left!

Riding into the farm yard where the house and barn stood they were to guard the next twenty-four hours, they reconnoitered the grounds and buildings before stabling and feeding their mounts. Caleb checked to see the remaining stock, including the pigs, had plenty of feed and water before taking his bedroll to the empty farm house. He located a few candles the farmer had failed to take with him, and lit one, giving sufficient light for him to roll out his blanket on one of the beds still remaining. He quickly and expertly unrolled Andrews' blanket on top of his, stripped naked, and crawled under the covers, giving a slight pat alongside of himself, inviting Lt. Andrews to join him!

Andrews stood watching while Caleb stripped, noticing the sleek brown body of the man, the nicely shaped and long penis beginning to engorge bringing a similar reaction to his smaller member! Shyly, he too removed his clothing, his now six inches of man-meat sticking out at a forty-five degree angle from his crotch, and slipped into the bed beside Caleb. He laid there for a moment, until he felt Caleb's hand rest on his stomach, and slid over closer so their two naked bodies were in warm, intimate contact!

Caleb's hand moved farther down until it encountered Andrews's stiffness, gripped it carefully, and began to masturbate his companion. "Feels real great, Lieutenant; am I doing it okay for you?"

"Better call me James," Andrews stuttered and moaned at the stimulation his cock was receiving, "because I think we're going to get to know each other pretty well soon!"

"Hope so," Caleb giggled and turned on his side, urging James to do the same so they were facing each other.

Caleb lifted his head, moving his lips slowly to James face to engage his lips, lightly touching them with his, uncertain if the encounter would meet with resistance or acceptance! He felt James' cock twitch against his as their lips met and James opened his mouth to accept the probing tongue seeking entrance. They each savored the taste of the other, finding it likeable and intoxicating, bringing a desire for more as they mashed their mouths together in their lust!

Pausing momentarily, James whispered, "I've never made love before, either to woman or man. I've always wanted to be with a man, but never had the guts to do it!"

"Well, you do now and I've got a little experience, so why don't you let me pleasure you like I wanted to do the first day I saw you!" Caleb cooed satisfied and happy.

James loved this brown skinned, handsome man from day one also, but wasn't certain how Caleb would feel about him. He was rapidly finding out as Caleb's soft lips and warm breath moved down his body, bringing shivers of delight to him until a pair of soft lips encircled his hard cock and was sucked up to his pubes in the warm, moist opening! It only took a couple of minutes of gently bobbing and sucking by Caleb until James was spilling his seed into Caleb's mouth, where it was savored before sliding down his throat to become part of him. Caleb held James's torso close to his face, not letting him pull back, until the last vestiges of his cum was spent, and James' cock began to wilt slightly!

Before dawn broke, James discovered and loved man-to-man sex and found, what he thought, was the love of his life, if he could just stay in the area. In the night just having passed, he'd received his first blowjob, mounted and made slow, passionate love to Caleb twice, once in a "doggy" position and the second with Caleb on his back with their lips locked in deep passion, while he deposited his semen deep into Caleb's bowels while Caleb shot his white, creamy liquid between their naked bodies; and had Caleb's cock inserted into his back side twice!

It was just after midnight when he was fucked for the first time by Caleb and loved it! Laying on his stomach, his butt arched into the air for better access, he wiggled it provocatively while Caleb lubed not only his own beautiful brown cock, but James' bunghole as well! Once the thick head of his lover's prick encountered the well-greased puckered opening, James wiggled while Caleb began wedging, then pushing slowly forward, pausing every now and then to allow James' gut to stretch and adjust to the large intrusion, before moving ahead a little more until, finally, he felt the sparse bush of Caleb encounter his butt cheeks and knew he was as deep inside him as he could get!

As James became accustomed to his lover's instrument of pleasure, Caleb began an easy out and back thrusting, slipping the thick mushroom head of his dick over and back again James' love nut, just inside his back chute! The energy increased as Caleb's ardor grew until with a final push, his cock buried inside James as far as possible, James felt his lover's cock swell, throb, and began spurting man-juice! Several strong, pulsing spurts, in a quantity that brought the overflow out around Caleb's throbbing dick inserted in James, seemed to flood and warm James' insides, much to his delight!

Waking in the morning, finding Caleb still embedded and hard inside him, James pushed back, encouraging Caleb to make love to him again.

They dressed, ready for the troops to join them and head back to the Farm.

"What we goin' do when you leave?" Caleb asked sadly.

"My enlistment is up in two months; think there's any chance I can stay at the Farm?"

Caleb grinned, "You bet; we'll just talk to Mr. Jeansone!"

James' hesitated, uncertain it was a wise idea. "Don't you think he'll be upset knowing we're, you know...?"

"Nah, he'll probably want a taste of that sweet ass of yours as well!"

To be continued.

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