CHAPTER VIII

May 10, 1775

It was a bright and sunny day as the delegates from the Thirteen Colonies met to discuss on how to either better relations with Britain or to declare full on war. And given the events that have conspired over the last few months, it was most likely the latter. James, being the enthusiastic journalist that he is, decided to secretly write down what the delegates were saying only to have been busted by Ben Franklin. He was ousted from the courtroom and feeling pretty damn sour to boot. Just then the man known as Paul Wentworth he saw from earlier had returned. He was a journalist just like him.

"Ah Mr. Hiller, what have you learned?" he asked rather enthusiastically.

"I learned that when Ben Franklin says no journalists, he means no journalists. He took my notebook and my pencil." said James.

"Gangway! Coming through!" said Henri carrying an empty bucket. Paul had grabbed him.

"What's the hurry, young man?" asked Paul.

"Sam Adams just kicked the bucket!" said the French boy.

"Sam Adams is dead?!" asked James worried. He held on to Henri.

"Hey! No he kicked my bucket! Spilled water everywhere! Oh what a mess!" said Henri as he wandered off.

"I can't believe this! I'm stuck out here while the story of the century is in there!" said James.

"It is a conundrum isn't it?" asked Paul.

"Conundrum?" asked James.

"A problem. Forgive me, you're new to the newspaper game but don't feel bad. Someday when you're a real newspaper man, you'll know big words like conundrum." said Paul.

"I am too a real newspaper man!" said James.

"Indeed. But do you have the fire in the belly to do what it takes to get the story?" asked the taller man.

"My belly's on fire. You tell me what facts you want, Mr. Wentworth and I'll get them." said James.

"Good. Excellent. Let's start to with what they're up to in there. Is Congress going to raise an army? Who will lead the army? The facts James. We must have the facts!" said Paul.

"I'm on it. Who? What? Why? Where? When? and How!" said James. "But in the case I get thrown out again-"

"Well use the most valuable asset a man can. His body." said Paul. James raised his eyes and gave him a sultry smirk.

"Really? Mr. Wentworth, do you 'convince' men to give you the story you want?" James asked.

"James my boy, I've 'convinced' journalists from Hesse to the Ottoman Empire for my stories." said Paul

"Ottomans? Really? I heard from Mr. Allen that they were extremely adventurous in bed." said James.

"Yes. Those men were really quite the kinky bunch." said Paul.

"Well Paul before I get my story, I'd like to see if you're really who you say are cause Moses tells me that we've had a big problem with spies for Britain and-" Paul shut him up by kissing him. James instantly melted into his arms. Paul's tongue explored all of the blonde man's mouth and won a battle of war with James' tongue. The two men stood there until they broke for air.

"Wow." said James.

"Yes. wow." said Paul. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private." James had seen an outhouse on his way to the courtroom.

"That place will do nicely." he told Mr. Wentworth.

"Yes. It will." The two men quickly hurried to the receptacle and closed the door behind them. "You know, I'm afraid we're going to have to be really quick if we don't want to miss that meeting." The sun shone in the cracks, allowing for some adequate lighting. James and Paul locked lips again and held each other tight. The taller man undid James' breeches and he saw his thick 10 inch cock. "My. Not bad, James. You're definitely one of the biggest men I've seen." Paul grabbed it and took it in one gulp. James moaned louder than usual. This Mr. Wentworth certainly had quite the mouth! He was having flashbacks to his time with Ethan Allen and while that will always be the best fuck of his life (sans Moses), this journalist was definitely giving him a challenge. He came in his mouth to which Paul ate it unscrupulously.

"Ok Mr. Wentworth. Let me suck you!" said James as he undid his breeches. It revealed a large, thick 13 inch cock. Certainly bigger than most but James has had much new exprience. He grabbed it and managed to gobble it up in one sitting.

"Mr. Hiller, most men take at least a few minutes before getting it all in. You're truly something else!" said Paul. James sucked on him with the same tenacity he gave him and also fondled his balls. Grabbing his ass, he was not going to let up. As such, Paul unleashed a torrent of his cum.

"Delicious, Mr. Wentworth." said James.

"Get up and turn around." James did as told. Paul grabbed his ass, probed it a bit and thrusted into it. James let out a yelp until Paul shushed him. A few seconds of easing in, the taller man began to move. James smelled the place and he knew that it was a common place for men to 'bond' with each other. "Do other men take you like this?"

"Yeah...my friend Moses always pounds me like a rough horse!" he said quietly.

"Ahhh he must be excellent in the sheets." said Paul.

"Mr. Wentworth, let me just say that every man he's been with has come out looking completely in a daze." said James. "And trust me he's had a lot."

"What does he look like?" asked Paul.

"He's a tall, handsome, strong free man with a prowess of an incubus!" said James as Paul thrusted harder.

"Ahh a free man. You know I often thought slave men were disposable in bed but hearing this I want to try him." said Paul.

"Oh you should, Paul! He-Ahhh!" Paul bucked harder and harder until he came inside of James, filling him up with his seed. Once he finished cumming, he stayed like inside of the younger man so his seed would stay lodged inside of him. He then pulled out and put back on his breeches. James did the same. "So you let your seed stay inside of men?"

"Yes, my dear boy, I'd like my partners to know that Paul Wentworth was here." said the taller. They both exited the outhouse.

"Befitting of a journalist." said James as they made there way back to the courtroom.

"Yes so will you get that story now that you know I'm a respected member of the press?" asked Paul.

"You can count on me, Mr. Wentworth! Have you got a pencil?" asked James. The older man gave him one. "Much obliged. Here goes." Paul smiled a wicked grin. Unbeknownst to the younger man, Paul was secretly a spy for the British. And he most definitely uses his body to coax secrets and information out of soldiers and men throughout the colonies. He also had the ability to make any man orgasm on his command which is why his 'quickies' are really quick as he sees fit. Meanwhile as James attempted to enter the meeting again, James was stopped by a large man. A very large man.

"Where do you think you're going, boy?" he asked.

"I'm going to get my story on the delegates. This has to be told!" James said.

"Yee...I don't think that's going to happen." the man said.

"Aww come on! I'll make it worth your while..." said James.

"And how are you going to do that, lad?" he asked. The blonde journalist crawled his fingers up the man's body. And gave him a kiss.

"I know one way." he said amorous.

"Ohhh well then lad, Just want to tell you that many a man has tried to take it but none have succeeded." he said. James smiled.

"Well let me be the first." said the blonde man. James undid his breeches which revealed his huge soft dick. He grabbed the swollen mass of meat and stroked it to his heart's content. After his time with the Ethan and the Green Mountain Boys, he's learned many things like how to get a man to full mast in a matter of seconds. Moses was surprised by this new ability of his but it made their sessions all the more hotter. The watcher soon became hardened to 14.5 inches and thickness matching James'. He took the large bulbous head and continue to engulf the whole thing. He soon reached his pubes and wasted no time and starting a sucking motion.

"My word, lad! You're the first man to take me all the way! You must have had training by those Redcoats or the Indians." said the watcher. James grabbed his balls and fondled them. The journalist went faster and faster causing the large man to moan but he had to keep it down. James knew he had the big galoot and using a technique taught to him by a Green Mountain boy, he used his saliva as a lubricant and whooshed his head as fast as he could. He then used his tongue in between thrusts. The watcher thought James could please a 1000 men this way. Pretty soon, the large man unleashed his cum inside of James' mouth which of course the smaller man swallowed it all. "My God. Where did you learned to suck like that?"

"The Green Mountain Boys." said James. The watcher zipped back up his breeches.

"Ahh now that's a rambunctious lot who I'd like to try, especially Ethan Allen. Is it true what they say about his ability to please men?" he asked.

"Oh Yes. It is very, very, very, true!" said James. "Now can I enter the meeting now?"

"Sure lad but don't tell them I let you in!" he said. James smiled at him. He tiptoed in as Peyton Randolph was speaking.

"So my fellow countrymen, I believe that the best course of action is a peace with Britain. We should have our voices heard with Parliament but all out war is simply a fool's decision. We have already lost too many men to this senseless bloodshed. Therefore I call a truce. And I expect you to-Hey, who let you back in here?!" James was found out. For the second time.

"I can explain. See-"

"See? A sea divides us from England but we're not at sea are we, Mr. Hiller?" asked Ben Franklin.

"Noo we're not." said James.

"Yes and I noticed a distinct lack of horses within your view. Also horsemen aren't really fit to report are they?" asked Ben again.

"No." said James defeated.

"Yes and I hate to use this method but-" The man James sucked off from earlier came, grabbed him and chucked him out of the building, right onto Henri carrying a bucket of water. James ran back up to him.

"Hey we had a deal!" he said quietly so Henri doesn't hear.

"Sorry lad, I have to save my own hide. You won't believe what some of these men will do if they're grouchy." he said. "But you definitely are the best man to grace my member." The watcher pushed him and he feel on the ground and closed the door behind him. Paul stood behind them, looking quite pissed.

"Hehehe. Fact one: This isn't going to be easy." James said.

"I must know what's going on in there! Enough of this tomfoolery. We tried it your way now we do it my way!" said the spy.

END OF CHAPTER VIII