Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2012 1:50:10 +0000 From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com Subject: Rue Dauphine 31 Rue Dauphine 31 Lance Kyle Scott awoke ahead of Zeke, and needing to urinate he rushed into the hallway and the shower bath and toilet there. He was just draining himself when King entered, also naked, and joined the white man in sending yellow streams down the toilet. King put an affectionate arm around the younger man's shoulders. "Where did that big Zeke sleep last night?" he asked. "With me," Scott replied, and King whistled in response. "Master, you mean...the two of you..." Scott nodded. "He looks awfully big, Master," said King. Scott laughed and replied that he was indeed big. And then a thought occurred to Scott. "He is still in my bed, King," he said. "Want to find out for yourself? The big black man looked surprised for a moment, and then thoughtfully stroked his large black penis, now drained of urine. Then he smiled and nodded yes. Scott led him into the hallway and then to his bedroom. Zeke was just stirring, and sat up in bed as he saw Scott enter with King in tow. "Oh! Masta!" he said in some confusion, not knowing what King's presence might mean. Scott sat on the bed right next to Zeke, on his side, and put an arm around his massive shoulders. "I went to pee and found King in the shower bath," he said, "and I think he might be interested in sharing some pleasure with you, if you are agreeable." Zeke's eyes grew wide as he thought for but a moment. Scott and King both understood that he was still not as accustomed as they were to same sex love. But then he shrugged and broke into a large grin and lay back down, patting the space beside him that Scott had lately occupied. King lay down and immediately but gently put a hand on Zeke's massive, pillowy chest, then on his shoulder, then pulled the big man's body onto its side to face him as he shifted to his side also, face to face. Scott went around to the foot of the bed to watch. His dusky rose penis had hardened at the very thought of the spectacle to come, and he had eager anticipation for the show that these two powerful black men were about to put on. Slowly at first, with Zeke still learning the ropes of male to male sex, they kissed, stroked, hugged. Their massive bodies pushed against each other, coal dark rigid penises pushed up between their bellies, hands cupping thick, rounded buttocks, legs intertwining. The pace picked up as passion increased, and natural inclinations led Zeke to experiment with kissing and fondling. Soon, King took charge and pushed Zeke onto his back, then pushed his heavy legs up toward Zeke's chest. King oiled his now iron hard black cock and Zeke's anus, then pushed the knob of his penis in. Zeke gasped and put his palms against King's padded chest. King paused, then continued pushing, with some very gentle pumping, and before long he was completely landed, with Zeke gasping and panting but accepting this invasion. King held himself cantilevered up off of Zeke, his palms pressed against the bed, Zeke's massive, heavy penis aligned along the same angle and dripping clear liquid onto Zeke's abdomen. King began pumping, slowly at first, his legs stretched out behind. Zeke wrapped his legs around King now, crossing his ankles to lock King's strong black body into his own. Faster King pumped now, slamming hard into the bottom beneath him. Zeke winced and moaned but received the assault, continuing to hold King up off of his body. Now sweat began dropping from King's face and abdomen onto Zeke, both chocolate brown bodies now glistening, shining with sweat and oil. And then with a roar King slammed forward, curled his torso forward, and poured his load of semen into Zeke—paused, shuddering, bucked three or four more times and slammed forward again. King held himself there, gasping, shuddering, panting, and then fell off to the side. Now King, still panting, pushed Zeke around into position between his own legs. Scott, seeing that King intended Zeke to take the same position as he just had, helped to place him. King pulled his legs up while Zeke squatted just before his bottom. Scott showed Zeke how to oil his massive black penis and King's anus, and then to enter King's body. The struggle reminded Scott of his own last night. Zeke was careful, often asking "You alright?" of King, who seethed, moaned, and gasped as Zeke's massive penis entered him inch by inch. Eventually it was all the way in, but King held up a hand cautioning Zeke to wait a moment. Soon, fully dilated, King nodded and began a rhythm with his own pelvis, pumping up and down to milk the rigid black cock inside of him. Zeke responded with a pumping, gentle at first, then more vigorous. King wrapped his legs around Zeke's back, but pulled the large chocolate brown man down onto his chest, putting his arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly into him. Zeke's legs went from a squat to straight back. One huge coal dark body now merged into the other as Zeke began pumping frantically, his face buried in King's shoulder and neck, King wincing with every thrust, until Zeke roared his climax into King's neck and tightened up, clenching and thrusting down and forward, holding still then pumping quickly a few times again and bucking forward once more, moaning, crying out inarticulate words, hands scrabbling at the sheets. King held onto the big body above him for dear life as Zeke struggled to expel all his semen into King's body. Then he collapsed, both men heaving and panting, the last of Zeke's load draining down. Done, he rolled off to the side again. Scott still stood at the foot of the bed, his rampant penis leaking fluid, wondering whether he should intrude on this coupling of elephants. Zeke broke the ice. "Masta...I suck you las' night, but I ain't nevah seen a white man's jizz. Yo' jizz all went down my throat!" and he chuckled at the thought. "Ain't nevah actually seen a white man shoot. Cain I see you shoot, an' see yo' jizz, Masta?" Nodding yes, Scott scrambled onto the bed and squatted on Zeke's pelvis, atop his wilting but still engorged penis, a thigh on each side of the big black man's waist. "You have to make it happen, Zeke," he said. Zeke smiled and at first tentatively, then with assurance grasped the white man's rosie cock. For a moment he turned it this way and that, slid his fingers down to examine the ballsack, then back to the penis. He nodded silently, finding that color was just about the only difference other than size, and then wrapped his meaty hand around it and began pumping slowly. King turned toward them on his side, propping his head up with his hand, and began gently rubbing Scott, cupping his buttocks and smiling at his friend. Scott pumped just a little to match the rhythm of Zeke's hand, leaning back just a little, propping himself up with his hands behind him, fingers on the massive dark brown thighs. He and Zeke looked intently at each other, Zeke shifting his eyes down from time to time to look at the rosie cock he was now pounding with his deep chocolate fist. Scott began to breathe more heavily, then to moan, then he whispered "it's coming" and then groaned loudly, pushing his groin forward, his hands back on Zeke's thighs and King's hand on his butt to keep himself from falling, and he shot out three long ropes of semen onto the massive deep chocolate torso, white pools and lakes landing on the dark sheen of sweat already there. Zeke slowed down until he had milked the white man's penis dry, then stopped and released it, examining his own hand which had ribbons of semen on it, his torso decorated with white man's spunk. "Whooo-eee, it jes' like a black man's!" he said, and both King and Scott laughed. Scott shuddered once more then leaned forward to kiss Zeke affectionately on the lips, and then the three rose from the groaning bed to go down the hall and clean up. That proved to be a busy day. Adam and Moses were hard at work on the strong door that would seal off the entrance to the staircases in The Annex, working quietly in case the house above became occupied. Marshall McGillicuddy arrived a little before noon, a small wagon carrying his possessions. Scott greeted him in the street and handed over the keys to the house. He gave the Marshall a brief tour of the house, while King and Cleopatra brought in his belongings—they had agreed that those two should be the household staff for McGillicuddy, which he had requested. Everyone felt they would be best at handling the brief return to the simulation of slavery, and at handling any attacks the Marshall might direct at them, sexual or otherwise. However, during the house tour the Marshall let Scott know that he was thinking of purchasing slaves of his own for a staff. Scott said that he himself owned a slave trading establishment but that his stock was very low—he wanted to keep his options open, actually he had no stock at all—and suggested some slave traders with whom McGillicuddy might deal. Even as they were touring, James and Sampson were taking up position in two of the hidden staircases, ready to shuttle around to others if need be, each armed with paper and pencil to take notes on anything that might prove useful. Scott listened closely during the tour he gave McGillicuddy, but any sound he heard in the walls, where he knew there to be a staircase, could easily be put down to mice, or to the house settling. Mama Désirée came by that afternoon, announcing her intention to explore more of the tunnel that went off into the darkness in two directions under the Rue Dauphine. Scott agreed and suggested that he and Cloud accompany her, armed with their rings. Mama Désirée approved of the stout door that sealed off the entrance to the main house, and also encouraged the completion of the door sealing off the entrance to the Annex, which Adam and Moses were still hard at work on. Back in the tunnel she turned in a slow circle, peering into the darkness one way and then another. She paused to examine the talismans that had been left in both pathways. She seemed to look almost wistfully in the direction that led away from both houses, past the Annex. "That way lies a secret," she said. Scott and Cloud both nodded; they had sensed this before. She paused as if trying to see, as if hearing a long way in the dark. "But it is not yet ready for discovery. Some time...some time. There is a power there that I do not understand," she said. Then she turned and looked in the other direction. "Come," she said, "bring a light." And so carrying torches the three walked into the dark. They turned to the right to go down the passageway to the main house door, Mama Désirée examining the tunnel floor, walls, and ceiling intently, but she found nothing of interest. Coming back into the main passage they now walked into darkness they had not yet explored, pausing to examine the talismans set on that end, not seeing any disturbance. However, this tunnel did not go very far. One discovery was that they passed two more walled up entrances, as had once stood beneath the main house and the Annex. They could only conclude that these led to two more houses somewhere above, in the Rue Dauphine, but they were far enough along and far enough apart that it might be difficult to determine which houses. Nevertheless, Scott and Cloud took careful measurements and noted them down. In three places they noted some sort of signs, or runes, carved into the wall of the tunnel—carved smoothly, someone at some point had taken care with this. By lamplight they copied these signs. The men tried the trick of reading them using their rings as lenses, which worked with the old documents in the cellar library, but to no avail here. Both of them felt, and shared, a sense that these signs were of a language older than the rings, older than the Frères de Saint Ange. Discussing the matter with Mama Désirée they shuddered, and she looked worried; it appeared they had all three come upon an ancient magic that might be impervious to their own. At any rate, they agreed it would be useful to draw the signs in their notebook and to research it when they could return to the main house. The tunnel began a definite slant downward, and then there were steps, and then to their surprise it ended in a large pile of rubble. Holding the lantern high, they were able to deduce these facts: first, the tunnel began sloping downward because the land itself did. The relatively high ground on which their home part of the Rue Dauphine sat was, as they knew, atypical in New Orleans. The city was basically built in a swamp, with the water table not far below the streets and houses; a tunnel was bound to end sooner or later. And it appeared as if this one had mainly collapsed from both the walls and roof, large boulders and impacted earth and gravel now sealing the passage up completely. At some point, perhaps there was a flood, perhaps an earthquake, perhaps a violent hurricane had toppled in a house from above...or perhaps there had been some kind of struggle involving magic forces. At any rate, that way was blocked. One could not go further downward, nor up. Discussing the matter, they concluded that the tunnel could not have gone much farther down, and indeed they noticed that the floor in front of the debris was a little more wet than it had been farther back. They headed back and at the turnoff for the main house, Mama Désirée again paused to look into the dark distance down the other path, but shook her head eventually. The three came back into the light. Once into the main house she gathered the group of new fugitives to announce that a boat would be there to take them away to freedom in two days. Mary (the fugitive), Queen, and Rachel seemed excited, Zeke not so much. Mama Désirée noticed the difference and asked if there was something wrong. Her gaze seemed to pierce into him, seemed to discern his secrets. If it were possible for someone so dark to blush, he did so. "Well, uh, ma'am, I guess I like it here. Ain' been here long, but ain' nevah heard of a place like this. I doan know what lies ahead out there, but heah...feels kinda like home." Mama Désirée nodded and then said softly, "You must ask the people of this house, if you intend to stay here, whether they will have you." But he didn't need to ask. Scott and King slipped up beside him and embraced him warmly, and the rest of the household, gathering around, beamed warmly. They had not come to know him well yet, but new arrivals were always welcome and could always be put to use in the work before them. And the household accepted the obvious endorsement of Scott and King. So it was agreed that he would stay, which was also agreeable to his three traveling companions. He heaved a deep sigh, as if settling into a place he had always meant to be. That evening a few lights shone from the Annex across the street. James and Sampson had returned from the staircases, it appearing as if there was little to learn since McGillicuddy was retiring early. King and Cleopatra closed up the Annex and promised the Marshall they would return in the morning. He also announced his plans to purchase his own slaves the next day. People in the main house itself made ready to settle down for the night. Zeke was a little shy about making sexual connections, having not yet learned how truly free the house was, and so out of kindness Scott invited him to his own bed again—kindness, and of course a fascination with the massive dark brown body of the new arrival. They had just undressed and rolled into bed when the door opened and James, the dark chocolate thirteen year old, entered, a huge grin on his face. "I'm glad you gonna stay," he told Zeke, as he matter-of-factly disrobed. Zeke looked at him in bewilderment, not knowing what was to come, and Scott regarded the boy with growing concern. When the thirteen year old piled into the bed between them, his young cock rigid with excitement, Scott felt he had to say something. "James, just so you know, you cannot take Zeke. Cannot and may not, I forbid it, you would be torn open by it. You must wait." James rolled over between Zeke's thick thighs, shrugging, and said, "Alright, Masta, but my mouth can take him," and in one movement had the big bulb of the black mountain man's penis between his full lips. Zeke gasped, looking quickly from Scott to the boy, not knowing what to do, but then nature took over as James expertly tongued the bulb of his massive cock, which quickly achieved full erection. James ran his tongue up and down the shaft of the thick tube of manmeat, Zeke shivering, gasping, murmuring "O law!" and "Watchoo doin', boy?" Scott decided to add to the education of Zeke by leaning over to kiss him, taking his full lips between his own, gently inserting his tongue into Zeke's mouth, offering his own thinner lips for the black man to suck, all the while tweaking his nipples as James now had the penis fully as much into his mouth as anatomy would allow. James was now pumping the midnight black slab of meat with his own dark chocolate hand, Zeke holding the boy's crinkly haired head in both hands, distracted by Scott's attentions at his side, and it was all too much to resist. With a roar, Zeke pushed his groin up off the bed as James hung on for dear life, shooting a tremendous load up into the boy's mouth. Although James gulped frantically it was too much to take at once, and little rivulets of white semen ran from his mouth and down the sides of the engorged penis. Three times Zeke pushed up, giving James all he could handle, the thirteen year old sucking and swallowing, even blowing a few drops of semen from his nose as the tide backed up. Then Zeke collapsed back down, panting, moaning, almost humming a secret song to himself, his eyes closed, lost in the new world he had entered. James licked up and down and around the engorged but subsiding midnight black penis, cleaning it up entirely. And then in a flash he was over between Scott's legs, taking the white man's rigid red cock in his mouth and both sucking and pumping for all he was worth. Aroused by his assistance with Zeke, Scott simply lay back and enmeshed his fingers in the black boys' crinkly, rich hair, following the head as it went up and down, and then crying out, pushing up as he added his own load of semen to James's evening snack. Zeke all the while simply looked on, smiling lazily, too drained of energy to participate. As Scott collapsed back, shuddering and panting, James instantly scrambled up onto Zeke's massive chest and presented his engorged young penis to the astonished black man's mouth. Zeke looked quickly to Scott, who was still panting, but who nodded encouragement. So Zeke opened his full, heavy lips and took the thirteen year old's rampant cock in his mouth. To tell the truth, Zeke did not have to do much. James took over, still squatting on the man mountain's chest, and began pistoning his penis in and out, in and out, in and out his arms waving for balance in the air, his young head thrown back and lolling back and forth, in total abandon and freedom, until a freight train ran right through his thin frame and he surrendered to it, shouting incoherently as he slammed forward, arms still outstretched, trembling, holding the pose for a moment and then, his brief thirteen year old spasm ended, collapsing down, out of Zeke's mouth, and between the two men. Zeke gulped twice and then looked in astonishment again down at the boy, then over to Scott, and then began laughing. Never in his life had he dreamed he would be in this situation, sexually sated from a white man and a black boy. His laughter was infectious, and Scott and James joined in, not even knowing what they were laughing about. 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