The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 2

Romping in the Glade

By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Annie s new swim mate

A week later Charlie and Annie's brother Ben sat by the edge of this same pool. Both boys were naked save for their raggedy grey shorts. Both boys were muscular farm hands, heady with the physicality of youth. Ben was a shade taller than Charlie, but Charlie's shoulders were wider. Rugged forced labor had hardened the black boy and forced him into pre-mature manhood.

They were fishing. Already they'd accumulated an admirable string of specks, bream, and even a couple of smallmouth bass.

The boys lazed along in silence, barely noticing their fishing jiggers. Charlie rolled some tobacco and lit it. He took several drags, then passed the stogie to Ben, who repeated the process.

Suddenly Ben's pole jumped. He grabbed it quickly and snatched another fat speck from the water.

"Dat's a nice one," noted Charlie.

Ben grinned. "That's eight to your five. I told you I was hot today!"

Ben bent his hook out of the fish's jaws. He ran the connected string of prior captives through the new fish's gills and out its mouth. Then he tossed the string of gasping fish back into the water at their feet.

The boys sat in silence for a time. They knew each other well. They'd hunted and played together since early childhood. They'd shared any number of heaving pubic scalps. They'd also shared each other's deepest secrets.

But Charlie had one secret he hadn't shared with Ben. He didn't know how Ben would react to the knowledge that he had boned Annette, Ben's younger sister, although Ben was aware that Charlie had bedded several local white girls. Indeed, Ben had shared some of his own conquests with Charlie, and vice versa.

It was a hot Louisiana summer day, stiflingly hot. Ben leaned casually against a huge oak tree and held his fishing pole against his hip. Charlie sat closer to the pool, allowing his feet to dangle in the water. They had several cane poles propped up over various trees and rocks.

After some minutes of boredom, Ben casually unclasped his pants and pulled out his  cock. He let it flop against his leg and regarded it casually. It was heavy and uncircumcised, protruding from a thick shock of red pubic hair.

Charlie watched him, suppressing a knowing smile.

The white boy began to stroke his shaft slowly. He wiped some salty sweat from his cheeks, using it for lubrication.

"Dang, it's hot today!" he observed, as his cock expanded and lengthened.

Charlie didn't respond. Instead, he unbuttoned his own pants and pulled out his own  cock. He mimicked Ben's masturbatory moves. In short order both boys were spectacularly erect.

They masturbated slowly, almost as an afterthought. They still held fishing poles delicately in one hand while stroking themselves with the other. There was no embarrassment on either part. This was a regular ritual of their fishing dates. On some occasions a fish would hook itself during their masturbatory ablutions. The boys would simply pause to reel the captive in and then sit back down to continue stroking. Sometimes this ritual went on for hours.

Ben broke the silence.

"Annie tells me she did it to you the other day."<