The Island
 by: Hankster

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Chapter 10 
 

As enjoyable, and ultimately stress free, as their visit was to London, Vic and Jon were delighted to be home with their lover brothers.   During the day, the foursome worked long hours managing their lucrative plantation, and at night they made love to each other freely, with abandonment, and without guilt or regrets. 

On the Sabbath, they attended church together and thanked God for his bountiful gifts.  Only one thing marred their happiness.  Samuel was not permitted to sit with them in the family pew.  He was required to sit with the rest of the blacks in a designated, rear section of the church.

If they desired to have a celebration or a dinner out in the city, Samuel could not join them, so they became reclusive and always ate at home. Martin, Vic and Jon often received invitations to their neighbor’s homes (especially those homes which housed women of marriageable age), but since Samuel was excluded, they never accepted, and eventually the invitations stopped coming.

As they approached their forties, Vic called for a family conference.  When they were all seated comfortably, sipping tea and eating the scones Livia had prepared, Vic began to speak.

“I have been having some serious thoughts regarding our future,” he said.  “I am the oldest but we are all getting older.  It will become more difficult for us to manage the plantation in time.  More importantly, I am becoming more and more offended at the way my brother, Samuel, is treated.  He is excluded from everything, even from sitting with us in church.  Another fearful thought has occurred to me.  We will never any of us have heirs to leave the farm to.  Men like our fathers worked hard to build a business to leave to their sons.  I ask myself why are we working so hard and for whom?” He paused to let this all sink in and to study his brothers’ faces.  He was pleased to see that they were nodding in agreement.

“What are you proposing?” Martin asked.  His voice shook as he spoke and fear covered his face.

“I am proposing that we sell the plantation, either as two separate farms or as one large one with two fine houses.  I would seek the opinion of a real estate expert on which is the best course of action.”

“And what would we do?” Samuel asked.

“Where would we go?”  Jon asked.  “Back to our island?” he giggled.

“Back to England,” Vic said, “for two reasons.  First of all we would invest the proceeds of the sale wisely, and we could live comfortably the rest of our lives.  Second of all, we will legally change Samuels name to Dorchester, and he could easily pass and live as a white man in England.”

Everyone was silent and Samuel began to weep in great heaving sobs.  “What of my mother?” he asked.

“She is my mother, and Martin’s too,” Vic said.  “She would come to England with us as our housekeeper and cook.  Believe me, her life will be better there than it is here.”

Jon had not listened seriously to Vic at first, but as his proposal sunk in, he too became a little teary.  “I love all of you, of course,” he said, “but in England I could reunite with my sisters, their husbands and my nieces and nephews.  That would be so wonderful.”

“I must caution,” Vic continued, “that homosexuality is a crime punishable by prison even in England, as enlightened as it is.  We will have to be very discreet.  The house we buy must have at least four separate bed chambers.  I would also suggest that we have no live in servants.   Even if we should be so lucky as to hire homosexual servants, we would be subject to their possible black mail.”

“I say we vote on it, unless one of us needs more time to think about it,” Jon said.

“I’m ready to vote,” Martin said.

“Me too,” Samuel echoed.

The voting was unanimously in favor of Vic’s suggestions.

“I suggest we get moving on it as soon as possible,” Jon said.

The real estate gentlemen suggested that the plantation be sold as two separate farms.  He felt that it would be easier to sell that way and the overall proceeds would be greater.  It took six months to complete both sales.  Within two weeks after all the papers were signed they were bound for London.

Before the sale was completed, but after the contracts to sell were signed, Jon and Samuel went to England.  They stayed with Mary and James.  The first order of business was to have James, who was a solicitor, change Samuel’s name legally.  He was told confidentially that Samuel was an illegitimate brother to Vic and Martin.  Jon neglected to tell James that Samuel’s mother was black.  That bit of business went quite smoothly.

While all the paper work was being completed, Jon and Samuel looked for a suitable house to purchase.  Mary, of course, begged them to look in her neighborhood.  Luckily there were a number of town houses available for sale.  They were even luckier to find a home at the end of Mary’s street.  As an outside house it was larger and brighter than the rest, and boasted six bedrooms.  They made an offer, and Jon signed the contracts.  James held the contract and Jon’s check in escrow pending the final signing of the documents of sale.  Jon and Samuel returned to Capetown glowing with their accomplishments.

On the first night of their voyage home, they made love all through the night.  Jon wondered how he could ever have been repulsed by Samuel’s magnificent body.  As he fucked Samuel, he began to weep.  When Samuel asked why he cried, Jon answered, “I weep because I love you so much and you make me so happy.”  That confession so moved Samuel that he constricted his ass muscles and forced Jon to cum prematurely.

As soon as Jon and Samuel left London, Mary and Amy asked permission of the sellers to come in and furnish and decorate the house before the actual transfer of the deed.  The sellers had already moved out to their new home in the country, and James got their permission for the women to begin redecorating and furnishing.  It was incredible how excited they were about the impending move.  James and Peter never said anything to each other, but each had renewed lustful thoughts about Jon and Vic.  Having seen Samuel, who looked very much like Vic, but with a darker complexion, he was added to their thoughts.  They assumed that Martin would be as handsome as his brothers.

The very next time that James and Peter were together and enjoying having sex together, Peter gathered up his courage.  He confessed to James that he had a secret passion for Jon and the Dorchester brothers.  Peter then admitted that he had the same lustful desires, and the two cousins set about planning something that they considered completely mind boggling. 

They would start a private club for gentlemen of like persuasion.  The club would be housed in Jon’s over sized town house, and if it grew, they could build, rent or buy a larger home suitable to be a gentlemen’s club.  Dues would be charged to cover the expenses of running the establishment.  The more they spoke of it, the more excited they became.  They spent hours discussing how they should broach the subject with Jon, Vic and his brothers.  They spent even more hours discussing how to convince them to join in the project.  Every time they spoke of it, they got so horny they had to run off somewhere private and each would relieve the other in a variety of manners.  They could only dream of the joys they would experience when Jon and the Dorchesters joined them.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/21/11