Date: Sun, 9 Oct 2016 04:19:30 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Past Revealed Ch.4

This is a very short chapter. Compensation for those of you that liked
it. I have another fantasy story that is posted on Amazon, that is, you
have to pay for it, but I will let you have it for free if you email me.

My Past Revealed
Chapter 4

Adie and I went back to the 21st. century occasionally to see my parents
and it was during one of these trips that I noticed some old buildings,
almost lost to jungle now, but when I investigated further and compared it
with my master plan I realised that my actions back in the 19th. century
were showing as being carried forward. I checked with the land registry and
found that virtually all the land we thought of as ours did in fact belong
to the Negro families that I had emancipated.

We now found ourselves staying longer in modern times as I tried to find
the families concerned. It was incredibly difficult, but what had happened
was that as agriculture became less profitable for smallholders the
families had left the land to make money in the cities. It took me nearly
three years, but at the end of that time I had found all but a few of
them. I approached the head of each of the families explained how they came
to own the land. Most had no idea so what I proposed was that they sign
over the land to me again, for a small consideration. I explained that what
I intended to do was parcel up the plots into areas large enough to support
a family as a farm, I would then give the original families that were
interested in returning to the land, decent sized farms. The land was all
overgrown but I knew it was very rich and would support cash crops in
abundance. I was surprised that none of the modern day families gave me any
problem, and several of them took up my offer. They took out mortgages on
the properties to give them working capital to clear the land and plant
crops. It was a magical experience for me, and Adie said he loved me even
more for helping families over a period of 200 years.

I was delighted with the boys as they passed into full manhood. Several of
them who had graced our bed were not truly gay, but they loved sex and with
the family situation they couldn't get sex the way they had been able to as
slaves so they would occasionally still ask to join us. One such boy had
been a revelation as he grew into manhood. At puberty his penis went wild
and by the time he was twenty he had a real monster that both Adie and I
loved to feel roaming around our insides. I was so lucky, Adie was as big a
cock slut as me and in consequence our own love making had remained
incredible and our love for each other just grew with it. The boy was named
Peter. Apparently his mother, even as a slave, had got religion and when he
was born, apparently sired by my great x many grandfather. He was quite
pale and reasonably attractive. Quite honestly I would have had him in my
bed for a love making session every day. I never learned to deep throat him
but I did manage to take all of him in my arse, God that was so good. Adie
only managed about 2/3 of him. I loved slathering over his monster cock
before he planted it in my arse, and Adie usual completed the spit roast so
that I had his sperm in one end, and Peter's in the other.

The other boy that we indulged with regularly was Clinton. He had been
sired by a soldier who passed through during the civil war and raped one of
the girls. His appendage was long and thick, but not exceptional. What made
him special was his arse. We never got tired of fucking him even though we
were middle aged by the time he allowed himself to be used regularly. He
used to squat over a stool with his hard cock pushed down between his legs
and we would fuck him stooped over him. There was never any foreplay, Adie
and I would excite each other and then just lube up and fuck him to
orgasm. He would invariably cum with each of us, without touching himself.
********************* My parents were quite old when they died so my son
was nearly thirty. He had grown into a fine young man, eager to make his
way in the world and was content to allow me to divide up the plantation
among the workers.

"Just leave me the house and a few acres, Dad. I am happy working in
finance and don't want to bother with a plantation that is becoming more
problematic to run every year. After you have gone I will protect the
interests of the workers as much as I can and teach my son to do the same
until such time as the Negro obtains equal status in our world."

He did and it obviously worked. Adie and I engineered our deaths so that we
could return to the 21st. century, which we had never told my son about and
that is where I end my story. We had enough money to live out our lives and
I made a will that would leave everything to a charity when we died. My
life had been amazing, and so much fun after accepting our time travel.

I loved Adie from the day I first set eyes on him until the present time
and now we live a monogamous life, happy in our shared love and
experiences.

The End