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Subject: Memories of Gettysburg C7 Preface: This is a love story involving gay youth and adults. There are vivid descriptions of consensual sex between the characters so the usual warnings apply. The story is completely ficticious but is built around the true events of the American Civil War. In that regard I have tried to be as accurate as possible. Thanks to those who have responded to my story to date. Please keep the emails coming to wildwing4160@. I treasure every one and will respond even to those with criticisms. I know you have read it before but please consider donating to Nifty. It’s important that we keep this precious resource alive. Enjoy! Memories of Gettysburg Chapter seven There was a strange feeling in the air that January. It pervaded every where and every thing. It was if the entire country was holding its breathe. Waiting. “Jefferson Davis is at it again,” pa declared one Saturday evening. “He wants the Union to hand over Fort Sumter to the Confederacy.” Jordan screwed up his nose. “Why would the Confederacy expect the Union to do that pa?” “Well I can see the Confederates point of view. The fort is way down in South Carolina. Having a Union fort sit there like that must be like a thorn in a dog’s paw.” Ma remained knitting away in her chair. She never opened her mouth. “Will the north give up the fort pa?” “Not a chance son. To do so would mean recognizing the legitimacy of the Confederacy. It ain’t going to happen.” He paused, ruminated for a moment and then added, “I suppose it’s as good a place as any to start a war.” A significant snowfall heralded the second week of the month. The snow was deep enough to close down the school for the day. It wasn’t deep enough to keep the boys inside. Jordan loved the look of the land after a fresh snowfall. Everything seemed so clean and new again. It was as if nature had contrived to cover all of man’s follies. In Jordan’s mind it also made Gettysburg the most peaceful place on earth. It didn’t surprise Jordan at all when John rode in. Ten inches of snow wasn’t enough to keep them apart. Taking Joshua with them it took mere moments before the three of them were pelting each other with snowballs. The ‘fight’ soon disintegrated into a free for all. The boys laughed with glee as they rolled about. Joshua got the worst of it but John and Jordan gave him credit. Joshua kept coming back for more. The boys eventually got tired as boys tend to do and they also got bored as active boys also tend to do. They finished each sitting in the snow looking around for a new direction in which to expend their energies. Joshua had the answer. He began shouting. Joshua always shouted when he got excited. “Let’s build a snow tower!” “Don’t you mean snow fort Joshua?” John corrected. “Nope,” Jordan confirmed, “He means a snow tower!” “Yeah! They’re way better than snow forts!” Joshua claimed. “This I gotta see!” John exclaimed. The O”Reilly boys pulled some shovels out of the barn and with close supervision from Jordan and Joshua the three of them began making the tower. Tamping the snow down as they went they piled the snow some six to seven feet high. Next, starting at the top they cut downwards making an impressive tower with perpendicular walls. The snow they cut away they piled on top to make it even higher. The next step was to create a tunnel into the tower starting at the base and then working up through the centre. Some three feet or so off the ground they constructed a floor. They finished by hollowing out the rest of the tower leaving thick walls all around. The coup de gras was a small piece of planking they used to cover the tunnel entrance once inside. Standing on the plank made the tower impregnable. The tower was dubbed Fort Sumter Anyone outside of it was a lowlife reb. John soon learned the futility of attacking the tower while the Union forces inside rained down snowballs from on high. All one could do was to try and sneak up and lob ‘cannon balls’ high over the parapets onto the heads of the defenders. The tower was a great hit and extended their play time well into the afternoon. They took turns as the tower keeper and in the end the Union forces were declared the winners. When school reconvened a significant incident made the implications of the impending war come to life for John and Jordan. Miss Clarke felt it was important to discuss the stances of the opposing forces. She began by asking, “How many of you have brothers, uncles or fathers in the army?” About half of the class raised their hands. Next came a discussion regarding the grievances expressed by both sides. The class was unanimous that the Negroes should be free. In fact the class was adamant that all the northern causes were just and right. To hear the pupils tell it you would have thought that all southerners lived in sewers. About this time Miss Clarke noticed Elizabeth, a fifth grader, sobbing quietly in the corner. “What is it child?” the teacher asked, “What has upset you so?” “Oh Miss Clarke, I’m so confused. I agree with everything I’ve heard today but I got two cousins who live in Emmitsburg Maryland, just sixty miles from here. They both joined the rebel army. Oh Miss Clarke I love them so much! I don’t want them hurt none!” Miss Clarke tried to use Elizabeth’s dilemma to make everyone understand the south’s point of view. There was little success. In conclusion the class decided that every reb soldier should be killed except for Elizabeth’s cousins. The mechanism for making sure they would be saved was never discussed. The boys became so welcome in each others homes that they often slept over on weekdays too. They were still careful not to take the welcome for granted. Both John in Jordan’s house and Jordan in John’s house continued to be as helpful as possible. If they weren’t fetching well water, they were feeding the pigs or washing the dishes. At one time or another every parent was heard to say, ‘I wish you were as helpful around the house as Jordan is (or John is)’. The boys were also careful each morning to make sure it looked like each bed had been slept in over night. In the depths of winter Ben’s Hideaway became a favourite weekend destination for the boys. They would snap off dead branches from the bottom of evergreen trees and drag them down the well worn trail into the cave. No matter how bitter it might be outside they soon had it toasty warm inside. It was like a home away from home. Usually there was just one item on the agenda. A gleam in one eye or another was all it took to get things started. Any foreplay began only after they got naked first. Kissing was becoming more important to them. They usually began with a fond embrace locking their lips together. John often reached back and caressed Jordan’s ass cheeks in the process. Other times he reached in, grasped both cocks and pointed them upwards so they could feel each others hardness as they held each other close. Often they fell onto the bed still locked together. John had become addicted to Jordan’s blow jobs. Jordan on the other hand was more than willing to accommodate him. It was becoming more important to Jordan that he kept John happy than getting off himself. Could there be a better expression of love for John than that? Jordan would begin by licking and polishing the helmet with his tongue. Step by step he escort kocaeli would then swallow his cock an inch at a time until his nose was buried in Johns pubes. John’s cock was long enough now that the first throat muscles would wrap themselves around the cock head, John would writhe and almost scream out his passion. The more excited John got the more pleasure it gave Jordan. John began inventing imaginary games. His favourite was appointing himself the warden of a prison and Jordan was his charge. “You have to do exactly as I tell you or it will be the worse for you,” he shouted. Jordan would lay face up on the bed, his head propped up by a pillow. John sat high on his chest, his testicles resting against Jordan’s chin. “You have been a naughty prisoner,” he sang out, “I have to punish you.” John began slapping Jordan/s face with his cock and Jordan would cry out feigning pain. “No more! No more! I’ll be good,” Jordan would cry. John then grabbed his cock at the base and yelled, “Here, suck my big fat one or else!” Jordan would open his mouth wide. John lunging forward would force his cock in to the hilt. And a big fat one it was too for it seemed to Jordan it was getting bigger every week. John kept it in place forcing Jordan to massage it over and over. “That’s it, suck it good, prisoner!.” Sometimes he would pump back and forth fucking Jordan’s mouth. “Take that…..and that!” he’d grunt as he lunged back and forth. Other times he reached back and grabbed Jordan’s cock in a vice like grip and yelled, “Keep sucking or I’ll rip this off!” Finally he would scream out his passion and lunging forward once more force Jordan to accept all of his seed. Jordan couldn’t be happier to do so. Usually he would then pull out and collapse sideways onto the bed beside Jordan. A comment such as, “Christ! That was the best yet,” often followed. Once while gripping Jordan’s cock John slipped back on to Jordan’s stomach. The cock he was holding now rested against his ass cheeks. A light must have gone on for John began to lean back further pointing Jordan’s cock at his pucker hole. Jordan realized instantly what John was trying to accomplish. He didn’t care. If John wanted to try it it was fine by him. The idea of a lubricant never occurred to them, not that they had any anyways. John pressed hard against his sphincter. It was difficult and he cried out in genuine pain. He was determined however to see what it felt like to have Jordan inside of him. Undeterred he pressed on. Ever so gradually the muscles gave way and Jordan could feel himself sliding in. “Oh shit, You feel really great inside me Jordan! What a feeling.” The idea of fucking at that point did not occur to either of them . It would wait for another day. Instead John demanded Jordan jerk him off with Jordan still buried inside of him. Jordan was anointed with copious amounts of John’s semen drenching his chest. Jordan could feel John’s sphincter tightening as he climaxed. Once again John declared it to be the best yet. John was always ready to reciprocate. Jordan more often than not was happy with a simple jerk off. John was often disappointed but always carried out Jordan’s desires. March brought a warm spell that turned the snow to slush. By mid month a gentle rain added to the morass and the creeks began to overflow. With the change in the weather came a corresponding change in the mood of the country. \ The sides became more bellicose as the war of words intensified. Pa claimed, “The two sides are like a pair of bulls aching to get at the same cow in heat. A collision is inevitable.” Just as pa predicted Fort Sumter became the focal point of the dispute. On April 12th 1861 the rebel cannons opened up on the fort. Without reinforcements and resupply the fort soon capitulated. An angry Lincoln declared war on the South. Ma and perhaps the Rose family might have been the only people in Gettysburg that did not cheer the Union’s declaration of war. The townspeople were euphoric. Everyone in uniform was a hero. There was no thought of the horrors of war. The war was going to be quick. It was going to be bloodless and most important of all the Union was going to win. To the good citizens of Gettysburg it was as simple as that!. Pa’s next prediction failed to materialize. The army did not immediately march south. They remained encamped on the Potomac River in and around Washington. In fact the army became known as the Army of the Potomac. Ben’s letters continued unabated. He was excited again. He described the thousands of troops pouring in from every state in the Union. “Ben says it’s getting so you can’t move there are so many troops,” pa read. “I hope they never move,” ma opined. Life in Gettysburg continued to unfold as it should. Apart from the euphoria people felt there was no indication that anything was afoot. School remained open and the people went about their normal business. The pace around the farms intensified for Spring planting was about to commence. Ma was proud of the way Jordan had assumed Ben’s former work load. “You’re a blessing on this household Jordan. I don’t know how pa would get along without you now.” The reputation of the Reverend Mason knew no bounds. The Presbyterian church in Gettysburg became the most popular church in the entire town. Jordan remained a minority of one in hoping for the return of the Reverend Jacobs. Pa continued with his weekly news synopsis. He basically agreed with the editorials. The Union when good and ready would march south, steamroll over any opposition the rebels mounted, capture Richmond and Jefferson Davis, the South would capitulate, and everyone would return home safe and sound! Reality however was about to become an entirely different matter. It was June now and apart from Fort Sumter and a few skirmishes near Harpers Ferry the war remained in a holding pattern. Jordan and John had other things on their minds anyway. It was graduation time. Like many graduating students the boys thoughts turned to the future. One particularly warm day the boys had assisted Mr. Rose all day with Spring planting. After a long work session they were pooped. They lay in the long grass side by side recovering their strength and looking up at the sky. John was curious, “Watcha going to do after graduation Jordan?” “I dunno John. I figure maybe I’d get more schooling in Philadelphia or something. Maybe I’d go to university and after that maybe start a business or something. I know I don’t want to farm. That’s for sure.” Jordan snapped off a grass stem and began chewing on it. “And you John, what about you?” John paused and then in a slow drawl recited, “I dunno. Maybe I’ll go to school in Philly. Then university after that and maybe a business after that.” Jordan got up on his elbows and stared at John quizzically. “What schools you plannin on going to John?” John stared right back at Jordan, a spreading grin on his face. “The same schools you’re going to of course!” Smiling broadly now Jordan stared back at Jordan and repeated, “Of course!” The boys arose and returned to the house arm in arm. The topic was breached again in the privacy of the bedroom that evening. They made a solemn pact. They would not only attend the same schools and start a business together they would also live together the rest of their lives. There were nine graduating kocaeli anal yapan escort students that year. Miss Clarke arranged for a graduation party on the evening of the last day of school. The parents of the graduates donated drinks and pastries. The mayor was invited to say a few words. He praised the efforts of the school and stated how important it was that the graduates stay in Gettysburg to provide leadership for the future, Miss Clarke had wonderful words of praise for every pupil as she handed them their final report card. Nine happy graduates left the school for the last time that evening. As the O’Reillys mounted their carriage a shout went up. The Union Army had crossed the Potomac in force. They were driving into Virginia! “At last!” pa cried out. “Ben’s going to be a hero!” Jordan added. Joshua began jumping up and down in in his seat, “Yeahhhh!” he yelled. Only ma was not celebrating. She sat stoically in her seat and in a voice that only she could hear stated, “May the Lord have mercy on us all!” Everyone wanted a day by day description of the events. The invention of the telegraph allowed for that but in Gettysburg the local newspaper, The Compliler, only printed on Saturday. The gap was breached when the newspaper began posting the latest bulletins on a large board outside their office. Pa was one of the many who rode into town regularly to get the latest happenings. John and Jordan were of two different minds on the war matter. Jordan was infused with the attitude of the average Pennsylvanian. He could hardly wait for Ben’s next letter. No doubt it would speak of a great Union victory. He wondered how many rebs Ben would claim he killed. The Roses including John, were, like ma, more subdued. During Jordan’s next sleep over John Rose Senior was heard to say, “Let them fight if they must. Let’s hope that one good battle will make both sides realize the futility of it all.” “Yes Mary Rose added, “All war does is bring death, destruction and mayhem upon the people.” Jordan thought it best to keep his views to himself that weekend. John Rose Senior had purchased a good supply of planking from the local sawmill that week. The boys spent many hours nailing the planking into place on a new carriage shed the Roses were erecting. As he held a nail in place John asked, “Did you talk to your parents about our plans at all?” “Just about the education part. I decided it best if I keep the part about us living together a secret for now.” “Yeah,” John sighed, “Me too.” “Ma got pretty worked up when I told her. She says she ain’t having two boys leave her right now. Guess that means I have to wait until Ben gets home.” John brightened up. “Well that shouldn’t be too long then,” he reckoned. Whatever differences existed between them regarding the war it had absolutely no affect on their relationship. As they clutched each other in bed that night John began to nibble on Jordan’s ear. Jordan knew it was a signal from John that he wanted to play. Jordan began by kneading John’s testicles with one hand while making lazy circles on John’s stomach with the other hand. John in turn softly rubbed Jordan’s nipples with the flat of his hand. Both whispered sweet words in each others ear expressing their total commitment to the other. Their moves were intermingled with long slow kisses. “I need to feel your lips once more,” John groaned. Jordan slipped down and began to tongue wash the entire length of John’s member. He loved it when John audibly expressed his passion with long drawn out gasps and moans. He also loved to examine John’s perfect cock from inches away. Gripping it lightly he observed the skin as he made it ripple over the hardness below.. Jordan felt John wrap his lips around his own glans followed closely by a jacking motion. John wanted Jordan’s seed and he was prepared to give it to him. He sunk down on John’s cock until his nose was buried in what was now a substantial bush. With another subtle hint one boy or the other would signal it was time for release. The boys would then attack voraciously with a pumping hand or writhing mouth. John hung on with his lips as Jordan exploded. Jordan too loved the feel of John’s semen as it struck the back of his mouth. There was never a mess to clean up after they finished. A few more kisses, a hug or two and they drifted off to sleep. When Jordan returned and walked into his own kitchen the next morning he knew instantly something was terribly wrong. Pa was pacing back and forth a look of desperation on his face. Ma sat at the table her eyes closed and her hands clasped together in an attitude of supplication. “How could it happen?” pa bemoaned. “How could it happen?” Jordan began to panic. He stood rooted to the floor trying to make sense of his parent’s behaviour. All sorts of terrible thoughts raced through his mind. He finally found the courage to ask, “What pa?” Pa stopped dead in his tracks, stared at his son and muttered quietly, “We lost!” “Lost what pa?” “The battle son. We lost the battle!” Jordan immediately turned his thoughts to Ben. Was he okay? How quickly would they get news of him? Jordan was slowly able to piece together what had occurred. The two great armies had met near a place called Manassas in Virginia, Thousands had been killed or wounded. The battle ended in a rout with the Army of the Potomac fleeing in disarray all the way back to Washington from whence they came. “I don’t understand it,” pa belaboured. “We had more men, more guns, more of everything yet we lost. I must assume the South used better tactics and had better leadership in the field.” Joshua had been sitting quietly in the corner. He too had been feeling the family’s pain for when he looked up Jordan could see the tears rolling down his cheeks. “When is Ben coming home?” Joshua sobbed. Ma looked up and opened her arms for him. He crawled into her lap. Ma caressed Joshua’s hair and whispered, “Soon, my son, he’s coming home soon.” Pa headed straight for town the next morning to catch the latest news. He returned triumphant with a letter in hand from Ben. The family gathered about as he opened it. Alas the letter had given them false hope. After the first line it was obvious it had been written prior to the battle. It was full of youthful bravado and confidence in a great victory. Knowing the outcome as they did the letter made them more fearful for Ben’s safety. The letter was in effect, a disaster. President Lincoln it seemed was just as upset as pa was and for the same reasons. He promptly fired and replaced his commanding general. Pa checked each day for another letter. Each day he returned with a longer and longer face. Ma was not herself either, spending an inordinate amount of time praying. Jordan did what he could to keep the farm in order. In addition to his own chores he did many things that pa normally did. John came over for a few days. He was a godsend. They hugged each other a few times but for one of the only occasions in their relationship there was no thought of sex. Finally some ten days after the battle pa returned with another letter. Ben was safe and back in Washington. “Praise be to God!” ma cried, the tears streaming down her face. The letter ran several pages in length. Ben began by apologizing for not writing sooner. izmit yabancı escort The reason he explained, was because everything was in such turmoil on their return to Washington. It took days to sort out the units and get some semblance of order back in the ranks. Ben took a considerable amount of time describing the battle. “It was awful!” he wrote. “We kept firing at the rebs as fast as we could load the guns. They just kept on coming screaming their fool heads off as they did. It was nothing like I expected.” Pa turned the page before continuing. “You’d have been proud of me pa. We held our position as long as we could. We didn’t retreat until ordered to save the guns, the horses and ourselves by our commanding officer. I haven’t seen that officer since. He must have got himself killed before we left the battlefield.” The battle had changed Ben considerably. You could sense it in his writing. It was no longer a game. He spoke volumes of the agonies of battle, the death and destruction he saw first hand. In his own words he saw far too much blood for any one man to have to endure in a lifetime. All the same the letter ended on a note of optimism. The new commander seemed to have a better grasp of things. Raw recruits were still pouring in at a good rate. He spoke confidently of marching south once more and setting things right. Pa put the letter down. “There you see ma,” pa asserted, “You got nothing to worry about. The rebs got lucky once. It won’t happen again!” But it did happen again! And again! Each time the Union Army with more equipment and men would hurl themselves at the smaller Confederate force. Each time the Confederates through guile and superb defensive tactics would outwit the Union Army sending them reeling once again. On each occasion ma was sent through the wringer. One could see the age wrinkles gather on her skin. Not until Ben’s letter arrived describing his latest escape did ma relax a little. Lincoln was wearing a little thin too. He replaced the commending general once more. Jordan and John were becoming frustrated with their lot too. It seemed life was on perpetual hold. John could probably continued his education but he refused to do it without Jordan by his side. As for Jordan he was not going to leave his mother in her hour of need. Jordan and John tried to maintain a normal life. One hot summer day they took Joshua swimming with them. While Joshua was well acquainted with Jordan’s equipment he had never seen John naked. It was hardly surprising to witness Joshua’s interest in John. As usual the two boys could have poked someones eye out with their erections. Both knew that in each others presence it was pointless to try to get them down. John tried to act nonchalant as he stripped and then strode to the water bouncing as he went. “Wow!” Joshua shouted at the top of his lungs, “You got a big one too John. It’s just like Jordan’s” John was a little embarrassed not knowing how to act in Jordan’s presence. He ignored Joshua and dove into the deeper water. Joshua, being Joshua wouldn’t let up. He followed John around like a puppy dog. “Can I hold it John? Please!” John glanced quickly at Jordan a look of panic in his eyes. “Joshua, behave yourself!” Jordan demanded. Of course Jordan might as well have asked the rooster not to crow in the morning. Joshua pressed his attack. “Why Jordan? You let me hold yours!” Jordan was infuriated with Joshua’s admission. “Shut up Joshua. That was supposed to be a secret!” he yelled. A not so contrite Joshua replied, “Oops I forgot.” The stunning revelation did not upset John at all. In fact it served to sweep away the embarrassment he’d been experiencing. John was quite enjoying himself now. A bemused smile spread across his face. “And what else did Jordan let you do Joshua?” He laughed. “Shut up Joshua!” Jordan repeated. He should have known his brother well enough to realize there was no stopping Joshua now. “Once he let me play with his willy until stuff shot out. I made it go way up!” he laughed. John bent over in laughter. Jordan knew he was defeated. “Fairs fair.” John grinned. “If he got to hold you Jordan than he should get to hold me don’t you think?” Jordan just shrugged his shoulders as he watched his brother wrap his hand around John’s cock. Joshua gripped it a few moments and then changed hands before announcing, “I like holding your willy John. You got more hair than Jordan but it’s just as big.” Without warning Joshua took a harder grip and began pumping furiously. Jordan narrowed his eyes. “Whoa Joshua! What do you think you’re doing?” Joshua didn’t slow down one iota. As for John he closed his eyes, sighed, and relaxed, enjoying the physical attention. “I wanna see if I can make his stuff shoot further than yours did Jordan,” Joshua explained. Jordan knew there was no way he could alter the course of action without a major blowup. He resigned himself to Joshua’s persistence once more. Besides the whole scene was making him damn hot too. He decided to throw all his chips in. He waded over to John and placed a hand on John’s ass cheeks. As Joshua continued to pump Jordan allowed two fingers to rub and then penetrate John’s rose bud. Wiggling the fingers about John began to cry out. “Ohhhhhh, shit…..ohhhhh, I’m coming!” Joshua never slowed down as the first rope of ejaculate shot out. He kept right on pumping until John stopped shooting. John lay back in Jordan’s hand for support. “Wow, I think you made more than Jordan but it didn’t shoot as far.” Joshua decided. “Well there’s one way to find out again,” John suggested, ‘Why don’t you make your brother shoot again?” “Yeah,” Joshua agreed. Without even asking permission he grabbed Jordan’s cock and immediately began flailing away. Jordan was so overwhelmed by sexual excitement he offered no resistance. Joshua had his way and soon he too was erupting. Jordan didn’t know whether Joshua or John had the bigger smile on their face at this point. They never did do much swimming that day. Summer came and went. The Fall brought little change in the fortunes of the war. The boys worked hard to help bring in the crops once more on both farms. As pa reasoned. “The war don’t change the fact we need bread on the table and some money in our pockets.” The war raged on with the South continuing to maintain the upper hand. The North did win one battle in Tennessee but Ben was not involved in it. The boys tried to carry on a normal routine but everything seemed muted somehow. The war continued to smother life’s normalities. Before the boys realized it they both turned fourteen. They redoubled the affection they felt for each other. Ben’s prediction had come true for Jordan was over seven inches in length now. He actually topped out a little longer than John. Jordan took no pride in that for in his mind John’s cock was to die for. He worshipped it. “I could suck your cock all day and then some,” Jordan admitted one day. “Ya better not,” John countered, “Ya make it sore sometimes as it is!” Ma soldiered on the best she could. Her life centred about the next letter from Ben. Pa would continue to purchase the Gettysburg Compiler every week. He would scan it cover to cover gleaning every scrap of war news he could find. “You know,” he remarked one Saturday evening, “If I was Lee I’d be feeling pretty smug about my army about now. I gotta believe he may want to end the war by invading the North and trying to defeat us in a decisive battle on our home turf.” Unfortunately pa’s prediction proved to be all too prophetic! My only reward is your emails. PLEASE keep them coming. Send ail

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