A Slave's Tale

[Author’s note: This is a work of fiction about a slave. It is not meant to express racial prejudice. On the contrary, as you will see.]

My name is Elijah, and I am 21 years old. The year is 1854 and I am Black. This means that I am a slave in the original sense of the word. I live on a large cotton plantation in Alabama. There are 20 slaves in total who live here. Most of them are men and work in the cotton fields. Our Master is a caring family man, and treats all of his slaves with respect. He even sent me to school to learn how to write and read. My job is not to mess with cotton. I help my Momma  prepare the meals for the family, and I serve as the waiter. So I know a little about cooking those good old southern dishes too, like chittlins and collard greens. I also carry food to the other slaves. Some of the slaves refer to Master as “Massa,” but I prefer to use the correct word.

Master lives with his wife and four children. The oldest are male twins, who are 18 years old. They have a younger brother and sister. Lastly, but not least, my job is also to look after the twins. It’s my most enjoyable assignment. I’m sorta like their companion.

One of the other slaves, a man several years older than me, befriended me and taught me the facts of life. He liked to suck my pee-pee, and he wanted me to do the same to him. I tried, but at first I didn’t like it. But with time I came to love it.

The plantation has a large pond, almost a small lake, which Master had dug to water the cattle and the cotton fields. On a hot July day, the twins, Robert and Rodney, decided to take a swim in the pond. We three went there together. The boys stripped to the buff and jumped into the water. I stayed on the pond’s bank, making sure that no harm would come to them.

After 10 minutes of frolicking, they came out of the water and I dried them off with towels I had brought with me. I made a special effort to dry their members, which made them both get hard. I also brought other towels for them to relax on, and enjoy the sun. Boy, both have big dicks. As they were lying on the towels, I decided to bring up a delicate subject.

“Have you boys ever had a blow job?” I boldly questioned.

Rodney answered, “No I haven’t, but I’ve heard about them.”

“Me too,” Robert agreed.

“Well,” I stammered, “What would you say if I told you that I could do that for you?”

They looked stunned. “That would be OK, but don’t tell anybody.”

“Of course not,” I assured them.

I lay down on the grass and told them to spread their legs apart. I started with Rodney, taking all of his big dick in my throat. Richard watched with fascination. While working on Rodney, I slowly stroked Richard’s rock-hard prick. Then I switched over to Richard, stroking Rodney, but cautioned him to tell me if he was getting close. I alternated between the two for just a couple of minutes longer. First Rodney filled me with semen, and shortly, Richard.

“Boy, that was great!” exclaimed Rodney. “Let’s go swimming again tomorrow.”

“That’s fine by me,” I replied.

And so we began a daily routine. After a week, Rodney said, “Hey, we told a couple of our friends about you, and they want to get in on the action.”

“That’s OK by me,” I told him.

Low and behold, the next day Richard and Rodney brought their two friends. “This is going to be interesting,” I thought to myself. And interesting it was. I sucked off all four one by one, and everybody was satisfied. Their friends only came by once a week for the rest of the summer.

Eventually Rodney and Richard got married, but they always come back to the plantation for my services. Then their younger brother came of age. But that’s another story.