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Authors name: Confederate (beau2002@lycos.com)
Story title : Rebel Boy Love
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Rebel Boy Love (M/b, ped, anal, mast)
by Confederate (beau2002@lycos.com)
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During the South's war for Independence aka the Civil
War, the South, in its last years of war enlisted men as
old as seventy and boys as young as ten to resist the
Northern conquest of its states.
On July 2nd, 1863 Pickett's Division of Confederates
under Maj. General George Pickett marched toward the
sound of battle in a distant town called Gettysburg,
Pennsylvania.
Two soldiers in the ranks, one boy, and one man fell into
a tragic love affair during this tragic battle. This is a
story about thirty-three year old Nathan Shipyard and the
regiment's eleven year old drummer boy, Timmy.
His mind was empty as the sky overhead. There were no
clouds to give mercy of shade. "This weather here in
Yankee-land is no different from back home," Nathan
grumbled thinking of his home in Virginia. It was July
the second 1863 and Nathan Shipyard's third summer in the
Great War for states rights.
Nathan Shipyard was a thirty-three year old private in
company B of the 38th Virginia which was a part of
Armisted's Virginia Brigade, George Pickett's division
Army of Northern Virginia. The 38th Virginia was proud
and so was Nathan. That pride had never been higher than
the day he and the rest of the Confederate army marched
across the Potomac River to bring war to the Northern
soil.
With a great victory in the North the Confederates hoped
the Union government would let the South leave the Union
after three years of carnage on Southern soil. Yet, the
battle in the North came sooner than Nathan had hoped
for. In the distance he could hear the shells thudding
into ground and flesh.
Marching ahead of Nathan was a boy of eleven years old
who had just joined the regiment in Maryland. This
drummer boy's youth was a symbol of Southern
determination. His newly sewn gray coat ran past his
fingers.
Nathan stared at the drummer boy's naked knees and thighs
that showed through his torn trousers. Nathan never slept
with the whore camp followers that charged twenty cents a
lay and there were no girls back home that he wrote to.
It wasn't until this drummer boy joined the ranks that
Nathan discovered what he desired. Nathan was in love
with the little drummer boy of the 38th Virginia.
He was in love with his sweet boyish voice. Nathan loved
his creamy white flesh that looked as smooth as a
blooming magnolia blossom. Oh, he wanted him and stared
at the little boy ass and licked his dry lips. I can
march ten million miles watching that ass, Nathan
thought. The boy's brown curls bounced on his creamy
neck. Nobody in the regiment knew that Nathan rubbed his
cock at night thinking of the drummer boy's tight anus
clenching around his manhood.
Timmy was the drummer boy's name. The poor kid looked
tired and exhausted. Dust rimmed his beautiful eyes. His
drum bounced off his side at each step. "Hey, Timmy
woncha git on my shoulders and give yer lil feet a rest?"
asked Nathan thinking of the cheap thrill at having this
little hotty on his shoulders. He can't be much heavier
than my rifle, thought Nathan.
Timmy looked over his shoulder with a gleam in his eye
and licked the salt off his lips. "Indeedy!" his little
voice croaked. Nathan hoisted the boy to his shoulders.
The extra weight was worth it. There was a hole in
Timmy's trousers and Nathan could feel Timmy's sweaty
little thighs press against his cheek. His hot little
crotch rested on Nathan's neck. Nathan brought his rifle
down to shoulder arms so as not to hit his little lover
with it.
They talked as they marched down the Chambersburg Pike.
Timmy told Nathan how he had ran away from his home in
Hagerstown, Maryland to join the flood of Confederate
soldiers that came through the town. He wanted to avenge
the Yankees for killing his father at the battle of Bull
Run, two years earlier.
When they reached the summit of South Mountain, they both
could see the white mist of blasted gun- powder not far
away. The white cloud settled over a distant thundering
battlefield. They camped close to the battlefield off the
road that led to Gettysburg.
"May I bivouac with you? This nice little fire you built
will keep them bugs away," Nathan asked Timmy as he
walked silently toward the drummer boy's sleeping spot.
The campfire's glow danced off Timmy's pale face like a
ghost and his smile at having some company in the
melancholic evening was evident.
After days of avoiding his feelings for Timmy, Nathan
didn't want to push his luck one more day. Tomorrow, he
knew, there will surely be a battle like none other. For
he was a part of a division of fresh troops at the door
step of a two day stale mate between Lee's Confederate
army and Mead's Union army in Gettysburg. This might be
my last chance, thought Nathan as he sat by the drummer
boy.
They laid together in the dark listening to the sporadic
shots from nervous pickets in the distance. A dying
solider crawled past them with his bowls dragging behind
him. Timmy closed his eyes to this horror of war and
nuzzled his little body tightly against Nathan. As the
night dragged on Nathan closed his mind to the wounded
men flowing from the front and tugged Timmy closer to
him.
Excitement flooded through him as he placed his rough
palms upon this half awake child. He laid his hand onto
the drummer boy's hip and gently clawed his trousers down
his legs. Without making a sound or knowing what was
happening, Timmy felt a tingling heat stirring in his
groin. His four-inch penis jerked against the sultry
night air as Nathan touched him.
He started to shake and become nervous at having
somebody's hands so close to his private parts. Yet, he
felt too engrossed in this mysterious feeling and lifted
his back to let Nathan slide his trousers down to his
ankles. "You are a very pretty boy," whispered Nathan
into Timmy's ear. He flicked his tongue around the boy's
ear lobe and started caressing up and down the his small
and smooth thigh.
Timmy's body grew stiff. He almost cried at how amazing
he felt. The two soldiers forgot about the distant battle
sputtering into the night in the distance as they began
to unclothe each other.
Nathan curled against Timmy letting his bulging cock
squeeze against Timmy's sweet crack. Timmy moved a little
but Nathan only pushed harder.
"What are you doing?" asked Timmy shockingly.
Nathan only grunted in reply. What Nathan was doing was
wrong and he knew that if he got caught messing with
another male that he would be court marshaled. Yet,
nobody around him was awake. They had all marched over
thirty miles that day. Only the sentries in the dark
distance were awake.
"I want to make you feel good, Timmy. You are so
beautiful and I want you to know that I love you and want
to kiss you."
Timmy couldn't believe his ears! Another man actually
wanted to kiss him! Nathan started rubbing under Timmy's
little balls and they both strained against the
unbelievable pleasure of boy-man love.
Timmy rolled over and kissed the older man and together
they rolled each other's tongues delightfully in each
other's mouths. Oh God, Nathan thought as he grinded his
body against the little boy and rolled his fingers around
the sweating balls.
They forgot they were soldiers as they fell in love with
each other. Timmy's smooth cheeks turned the color of the
Confederate campfire as Nathan wiggled his finger into
his ass hole. Timmy jerked his ass toward the sky to meet
the forceful finger.
The hot numb feeling confused him in his stomach and his
penis being so hard that it hurt. He was afraid that if
Nathan touched his four inch cock that it would explode.
And it almost did when Nathan squeezed the little staff
between his fingers. Nathan's body heated up like the
Pennsylvania night as he stroked the little boy's smooth
penis.
As the small campfire died next to them, the fire of
their desire grew. Nathan settled his large cock against
Timmy's puckered little asshole and with the sweaty lube
he plunged in. Timmy clawed the dirt in pain but was
helpless against Nathan's swinging hips and charging
cock.
"Mommy," Timmy whimpered, as his insides felt crushed.
But during the rhythm he began to feel good, really good
and he stroked his own little penis to the movement of
his ass being fucked.
A day after Nathan cummed in little Timmy's ass hole,
both would perish in the battle of Gettysburg for the
right of Southern freedom. Both lay side by side as
soldiers. In Heaven, like the night before, they became
lovers once again.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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