Incredible Journey Chapter 27

The Incredible Journey of Thomas Johnson

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"If you press me to say why I loved him,

I can say no more than it was because he was he and I was I."

(Michel Eyquem de Montaigne)

If it fits...

I thought I was beginning to notice a more congenial, trusting, accepting relationship grow with Celeste Doucet after our conversation. We both wanted what was best for Mr. Chapman, his family, and community. Celeste and I each had a specific reason or reasons for wanting it so. In my case, my love for Benjie and Henri; although I felt Henri slipping away from me – not totally, understand, but more toward a more intimate, lasting relationship with David Andrews. He still didn't turn down, in fact initiated, a good ride on my stiff stick, giggling and spurting some of his almost clear nectar out about the time I loaded his saddle! Benjie, on the other hand, just couldn't get or stay close enough to me; craving my love and attention as much as I craved his! Often during the night or when we were alone outside, inside, upstairs, downstairs, made no difference, he'd feel my hardness and back himself up to me, loving every penetrating, pumping moment of love we made!

Kissing him, touching, holding his body close to mine, reveling in his warmth and tenderness, or sleeping with him stretched lengthwise on my body, his nakedness, soft and velvety in youth, could relieve me of all of the days problems and my own misgivings or insecurities! I was finding myself more and more in love with him, wanting not to leave him, if I should ever decide to return to my own time, knowing both of us would be bereft without the other!

Celeste had Henri to watch over as well; her first born and son of Mr. Chapman, as a half-brother to Benjie, she was confident (I knew but said nothing) Chapman would include both of his sons in his will so when she died, Henri would be well cared for. In the meantime, she was his mother and would be the mother he needed, as well as mother to Benjie.

The addition of James' family really increased our overall family group size, increasing the amount of work, but did provide us with store experience through Elizabeth and Janet. Chapman was so tickled to have two more "sort of grandbabies" to spoil, Edward and Steven, who referred to him as "our other grandpa!" Under his tutelage and Malik's, their French improved considerably. Malik was just tickled pink to be with the boys as they were with him! He took every opportunity to play with them, take them fishing, swimming, or care for them when he had free time or Janet needed him to do so.

I also noticed he had his eyes on Janet as well! If I'd ever seen a love-struck man before, it was Malik and Janet wasn't turning him away! I wasn't certain how her mother might react to her white daughter hooking up with a handsome black man like Malik, but this was Chapman's Corner and as far as we were concerned, not only was it permissible, but a natural thing to do!

President Johnson declared the Civil War over during the summer, the general store we were building was almost completed, including the living quarters in the rear, the other wing of the main house would be ready by the end of September so James, Caleb, and the Twins could move in, and we'd be getting ready for the fall harvest and preparation for winter.

It was the first of September, the boys and neighborhood children were in school, Colin now letting the bees in his hives build the necessary reserves of honey to sustain the colonies throughout the winter, was busy separating honey, comb, and beeswax with the centrifuge Chapman purchased for him, and the store was set to open in about two weeks.

Henri and Davey slept right next to us; our friends, our guardian companions and fuck buddies was well! Once David learned the joy of giving and receiving, it was if he was insatiable, sometimes almost tearfully begging Henri to slip his growing manly length up his rear portal and bring them both to a breathtaking climax!

Elizabeth and Janet agreed to help Malik at the store and Elizabeth also agreed to help teach school when needed. They were busy ordering items to stock the shelves, painting, making curtains, preparing price lists, and all of those other things needed to make the store operational. The display cabinets and counters were completed in our own carpentry shop, set in place, and really looked nice. Colin was a damned fine cabinet maker as well as beekeeper!

One morning, as James and I stood on the porch discussing where he was to travel next, Janet walked up, rather slowly I thought, and appeared to be in some discomfort. She shuffled her feet a couple of times, and finally asked, "James, can I talk to you – privately?"

I quickly stepped inside, but not before I heard James ask, "What seems to be the problem, sister?"

"Malik!" she responded softly.

"Oh, oh," I thought, "this sounds like trouble," but I declined to further eves drop and walked down to my office where I worked for about an hour before James visited me.

He entered my office, grabbed a chair, and with a deep sigh and a bit of a smirk, said, "You'll never guess in a thousand years what that conversation was about!"

"From the initial response I happen-chanced to over hear from your sister," I conjectured, "it had something to do with Malik and Janet. I hope Malik didn't do something like trying to put a move on her and piss her off or something. Your sister and mother have been great help getting the store ready for opening last week!"

"I wish it was that simple and uncomplicated," James laughed.

Janet and Malik worked closely together getting the store ready for opening and now it was opened, running it. During the time the building was finished, furnished, and stocked, Malik, Janet, and the boys had grown very close; very close indeed! In fact, everywhere he went the boys tagged along; he showered them, sat with them at meal time, and tucked them in for their afternoon naps. In fact, he was rapidly becoming a father figure to them, even if a slightly different color!

In the process of becoming closer to the boys, he and Janet were growing closer still. Finally, two nights previously, after the boys were in bed at the main house with Elizabeth watching them, Malik, wanting to work late in the store preparing an order for some items he felt the store needed and work on his account books, quickly accepted Janet's volunteering to help him. The account books were due to me every Sunday morning so I could review them and authorize any bills for payment.

Malik was living at the store in the main bedroom; after he and Janet finished the order and the account books; well, one thing led to another and Janet, willingly, eagerly, decided she wanted to be loved by Malik! As they worked, they'd fallen in love; a white woman and a free man of color. It wasn't a problem in Chapman's Corner, but James was uncertain how his mother would react, although the boys would be delighted to have Malik as their new daddy!

"So, what's the problem?" I puzzled.

Again, James laughed, "She was so embarrassed to speak with me, but growing up we really never had any secrets between us. She knew I liked boys before Mother and Father did! Anyway, she said her husband, Arnold, the boys' father, was not nearly as `big' as Malik in thickness and length and wanted to know if all black men had such prodigiously big male parts. I told her not that I knew of, but Caleb was certainly a big boy and it took me a while to become accustomed to having all of it inside me."

That was Janet's problem; when Malik and her made love, he opened her up wider and plunged deeper than her husband, god rest his soul, ever did, but Janet loved it! As a result, they hadn't made love once or twice, but several times! Malik just couldn't get enough of it and neither could she, loving that long hard pole shoved in balls deep and spewing his more than adequate load into her as her release met his! As a result of their multiple couplings, Janet was just a touch on the sore side! She also wanted to know if Caleb or any of the others produced as much juice as Malik did since it even leaked out around his stiff cock once he orgasmed!

"All I could tell her was Caleb was certainly generous, but Jefferson, by far, shot out the most and had the biggest penis and balls I'd ever seen!"

James and I agreed then, we didn't know how Colin held it all without bloating or being split apart, but apparently he did and loved it!

The end result of his conversation with his sister was to seek out some ointment from Celeste and, if she really enjoyed sex with Malik as much as she said she did, and loved him, then continue doing what they enjoyed!

Bedtime that evening, horned up plenty from my discussion with James, I came to bed after the boys, but really ready for some deep, penetrating sex with Benjie. Henri and Davey were already copulating when I rolled Benjie over on his back so I could make love to him face to face, I heard Davey grunting his release of boy juice into Henri, "I really, really, love you," and Henri responded, "I love you too," I knew they'd be partners, probably for life, but both would be more than willing to share with Benjie and me.

One night, after Henri and Davey enjoyed a reciprocal mounting and release, I overheard Davey ask Henri, "Do all black guys have big cocks when they get older- you know, like Jefferson, Caleb, and the others?"

"Nah," responded Henri, nuzzling his lips into Davey's bush before licking his cock like a lollipop, "I think some of us are pretty normal sized, just not in our family. All the guys have bigger than normal cocks!" and enveloped the plum-shaped head of his lover in his mouth.

"Well," squeaked Davey, still sensitive from his most recent orgasm, "will you get as big as Jefferson? If so, I think it'd really hurt!"

Again, Henri replied, "Nah, nobody's as big as Jefferson; besides, after a couple of times you get used to it! Colin can probably take his full length as well. The more we're together, the better you will be able to take me. You'll find it feels so damned good to get fucked!" and went back to work on the stiffness in front of him. A soft moan, followed by "here it comes," ended the conversation for the night!

Jubal was off to college again in the fall after working all summer at Chapman's Corner. I spent time and so did Chapman teaching him basic business operations and accounting; all things he'd need if he were to help in the overall operations of the family business someday. Although Chapman's will left the bulk of the estate to his two natural sons, Benjie and Henri, they'd need all of the other resources family members, including a lawyer, they could get!

Jubal still intended on entering law school once he finished his basic college degree work. A black lawyer wasn't that popular among the white populations in most parts of the country, but the services of a lawyer who understood the plight of the African-American population was sorely needed. When not with me or Chapman, we occasionally sent him with James as James explored investment possibilities for us and markets for the products Chapman Enterprise produced. Jubal continued to work in the fields, as needed, as well. In his free time and at night, he had his prodigious pecker buried to the hilt in sweet, sweet Rachael's cunt, seeding and breeding her with his abundant man-juice. There was no doubt in my mind, by spring or summer, she'd be nursing a little one and Jubal would be a married man!

Speaking of marriage, just before Thanksgiving, Reverend Miller performed the marriage ceremony uniting Malik and Janet Andrews, making her Mrs. Malik Chapman. Celeste figured the due date on the baby (remember Janet told James Malik produced semen in great quantities, now quite evidently, from the looks of her, very healthy and viable little swimmers) sometime in June!

The fall of 1866 was just as busy, if not busier, than the year before. Preparation for winter included crop harvesting, butchering, canning, drying, and storing of food products; increased coal mining and storing, and a plethora of other activities all to insure our survival, in a comfortable manner, throughout the winter. Our little community was growing, albeit slowly, but it still would take more to sustain the population.

Chapman's health continued to decline, remaining quite sound of mind and quick to make decisive decisions, but not as rapidly as one might think. Celeste's nursing and medicines, as well as having the young "grandchildren" around seemed to be working its magic on him. He was enraptured with the presence of Parnell, Gervais, Edward, and Steven, enjoying every moment the little ones would spend with him. Edward and Steven were taught French at his knee and practiced it daily in conversation with Gervais and Parnell. Others of us who spoke the language, indulged them by conversing with them as well. French remained the second language of our family and would stay that way. I was certain Malik and Janet's baby would enjoy the same comforts as the other "grandchildren."

The passenger pigeon migration, along with the migratory waterfowl, harvested for immediate and future consumption, increased our larder and gave us a change of taste in our diets. The men (and boys) harvested turkey, deer, quail, and rabbits as well. The fish from the river continued to be eaten fresh, smoked, and dried.

The school was full to overflowing (it seemed no one had the time to fuck before, but now were busy filling wombs and schools as well), under the direction of Elizabeth Andrews who split her time between the school and the store helping Malik and Janet. Elizabeth understood children, teachers, parents, and most importantly, organization. She was determined to make certain all of our children received a proper education. She also spent time teaching adults who wanted to learn to read and write.

Since the formation of the Ku Klux Klan in Tennessee this past summer, I became concerned with whether the influence of the racist hate mongers would filter to the north since the history books were replete with the group doing so and persuaded Chapman to have another member of our community, specifically Antoine, deputized to help Jefferson. Antoine, outfitted with shotgun, pistol, and a badge, aside a sturdy mule soon became a familiar sight. Instead of horses, I insisted on mules because of their sure-footedness and sometimes uncanny ability to sense trouble!

Christmas was celebrated in the usual fashion at the main house, with a large dinner for the family now including James's family and his mother-in-law, all of the Doucets including their families, the Chapmans', and myself. It was quite a gathering! Chapman gave all of the adults, men and women, twenty dollar gold pieces as a bonus, along with other gifts we'd been purchasing throughout the fall keeping our ear open to their wants or needs. The children all received a silver dollar and a bag of sweet candy along with a few toys and clothes. Chapman didn't really spare anything when it came to his immediate and extended family!

Late that evening, after everyone departed, I stepped into Chapman's study to check on everything and found him lounged in one of his easy chairs, still awake, and sipping on a brandy. At his invitation, I poured myself of the delectable distillate into a glass, and joined him.

"Life's been good, hasn't it Mr. Jeansonne?" he commented pondering the amber liquid in his glass.

I nodded my agreement!

"It's been especially good since you arrived!" he continued, "and I thank my lucky stars for that!"

I, in turn, thanked him for the opportunity to come to work for him and find a home with his family in Chapman Corners.

"There'll always be a place for you here," he said emphatically, "where you can love, be loved, and be free from those who might want to hunt you for what you know or knew or are!"

I certainly hoped so!

New Year's Eve was celebrated jubilantly in the big house with the same family gathering as Christmas, only this time, at midnight, Chapman had a fireworks display set off to ring in the New Year. It was late before we all got to bed.

Henri and David, now asleep in their own bed, Henri's belly up tight against David's back, arms around him, pulling him tight to him, nakedness against nakedness, shared his warmth with his lover. David's health improved greatly with exercise, diet, and fresh air and it was nice to see!

It was not much different in our bed; Benjie was not sleeping in his usual position, his growing lanky length stretched out on top of my body, head on my chest, cock and small, but growing balls resting on mine, welcomed in the New Year, after the fireworks, with my stiff cock buried up between his sweet, delicate, mounds, his tight pucker milking me into his warm, moist depths as I pumped my seed into him and his out into my hand. Instead, he was laying on his side, butt toward me, my stiff shaft still embedded in him still twitching for more.

1866 wasn't such a bad year after all, I thought as I began anew that wonderful back and forth motion into the familiar, young orifice I loved so well! Granted the Andrews family suffered, but seemed to be recovering; Chapman Enterprise was expanding and becoming more profitable; the carpenter shop was going to expand this next year since furniture sales were increasing and the demand was high; James was still seeking a winemaker for us as well as mineral rights options, markets for our products, and, at our urging, a couple of small packing houses we could ship cattle and hogs to.

With my orgasm approaching, my love for Benjie had deepened, my attachment to the family members and the community so deep, I wasn't certain how if I ever wanted to return to my own time! This time, this place, seemed to be where I was meant to be!

I grunted, thrust forward, and sighed as I spilled my seed into Benjie, wrapped my arms around him, and fell asleep. I probably wouldn't have been so satisfied and fallen to sleep so quickly had I realized how some of the events of 1867 would affect my life at Chapmans' and in the near and far future!

To be continued.

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