CHAPTER VI

Lexington, Massachusetts Bay Colony. April 19, 1775.

James was walking looking bright eyed and bushy tailed. He knew that the battle was happening today as he rode with Paul Revere and William Dawes (double entendre intended) to warn everyone of the British. He was certainly enthusiastic to be part of the action. His readers needed to know what all that was going to go down today. If anything went wrong, it would be the start of a major war. A war nobody wanted but was bound to happen. History was going to get made today. That was all there is to it. Two patriots walked out of the house followed by a pudgy man.

"Mr. Monroe, I'm James Hiller. A journalist for the Pennsylvania Gazette. I was wondering what militia this is and who is in charge." James said.

"There are two companies here, James. Minute company and alarm. Our leader is up ahead third degree." said Mr. Monroe.

"And he would be?" asked James.

"A veteran of the French and Indian War. Captain John Parker." said Mr. Monroe. James was instantly dumbstricken. Captain Parker was an extremely handsome man. He was tall, broad shouldered and looked regal despite him being a 'lowly colonist'. The confidence is in smile told it all. James had to talk with this man.

"Captain John Parker?" asked James.

"Yes. What can I do you for, lad?" asked Captain Parker.

"My name is James Hiller and I'm a journalist for the Pennsylvania Gazette. I've come from Philadelphia to do a story on the big upcoming battle." said James.

"Well I'll be. A writer printing the right things is worth a thousand soldiers." said the Captain.

"Thank you." said James.

"I wish we could give you a weapon but I'm afraid we have none to spare." said Parker.

"Well the pen is my weapon." James responded. Parker shook his head.

"And it is the mightiest weapon of all." the older man told James. Captain Parker had noticed James' breeches had a bulge. A large one at that. "Um, lad I believe there's something going on in your breeches." James looked down and was embarrassed.

"Oh I'm so sorry sir but it's just-" a hand appeared on his shoulder.

"Do you fancy me, lad?" asked the captain.

"Well...yes I do." said James. Parker gave him a smile.

"Well you are certainly not the first man." he told him. James blushed even more. Just then a young black man showed up.

"Captain Parker." said the man.

"Yes what is it, Elijah?" asked the Captain.

"The British army will be advancing in 4 hours." said Elijah.

"Thank you. You'd best go tell the other men." said Parker. Elijah shook his head and left.

"Elijah?" asked James.

"One of our best spies. He keeps us with all the latest information on British activities." said the captain. James couldn't help but notice his ass.

"He has a nice posterior." said James.

"Indeed he does, lad. How else you think he gets the information from the Redcoats?" said Parker. James gave him a devious smile.

"Ahhh how kinky. He must be great in the sheets." said James.

"Well, he certainly one of the best regulars I have. So lad we've got 4 hours. How's about we take care of your little problem?" said Parker. James gave him an even more amorous smile.

"I was hoping you'd say that. But before we commence, I'd like to know how are you in the sheets?" asked James. Captain Parker gave him a hearty laugh.

"Lad, I've had more men than the number of horses in all of Massachusetts Bay Colony. You should have seen me with the hundreds of Indian soldiers in Quebec. They don't call me 'Eros of the Forest' for nothing." said Parker.

"Well, captain I've had my more than my fair share of men too. And it looks like the men we have are going off for some 'relaxing' as well." said James.

"Looks like it, lad. Well we'll have that house over there to ourselves. So how's about I show you how good I really am with men?" said Captain Parker in a sensual tone. James said the most sensible thing he could.

"Lead the way, sir." The two went off into the house and closed the door behind them. They quickly went upstairs and saw an opulent bedroom with a king sized bed. Not wasting any more time, Captain Parker took James in for a kiss. Parker's large tongue instantly swirled around James' mouth. James found that while other men he's been with were indeed rough, Captain Parker had a kind of ruggedness that was reminiscent of frontiersmen and Indians. Except it was turned up to 11. Parker pushed James on the bed and continue to take him like a rag doll. The man was not letting up. He removed (more like nearly ripped) James' clothes, including his undergarments. His hard, thick 10 inch member sprang free.

"Not bad, lad. You're certainly larger than many of the men I see. But your girth is what really makes it impressive." he told James.

"Thank you sir." James said. Captain Parker undressed as well, revealing his muscular physique. It was the same as Moses, maybe even a little bit beefier. James went to inspect his ass, which was the perfect proportion of flesh and sinew. 'Wow, it's not as magnificent as Mr. Revere or Moses but it's damn sure close.' James though. Of course what really surprised him was his huge cock. It was 15 inches long and while not as thick as Paul Revere, it was much thicker than his own. It was by far the largest he's seen. James noticed that John had a small splattering of chest hair. It somehow made the taller and older man even more rugged. In other words, James had to have his cock now.

"How's about you worship my God-given blessing?" Parker said amorously. James grabbed the enormous piece of meat. Remembering his training with Moses and other men throughout Philadelphia, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and simply swallowed it. He took his time with the large phallus of course but he somehow was able to completely deepthroat him. "Well I'll say, lad you're the first man who's taken me completely." He was going to give this rough and ready soldier the blowjob of his life. He fondled his tangerine-sized balls, causing Parker to moan. The journalists had a few tricks up his sleeve. He then took his magnificent ass and fingered him. Parker grabbed his head and forced more of his cock in him, in a rapid motion. James also jerked off his own cock. The journalist didn't know it yet but he's somehow made a connection with Captain Parker. No not a emotional connection but some sort of spiritual sexual connection. It was a connection that only men could exprience. The captain had experienced quite a few with Indians in Quebec. When it does happen, men's souls become intertwined, allowing their love-making to be elevated to heights only heard about in the Bible. It's actually quite a common exprience around the world. James has read from several British journals about men having a sort of revelation with Indian men. One British duke described it as 'being taken the a place where the Lord and his men live.' The same duke has said the exprience was known as kamasutra. Whatever it was, it definitely was happening to John and James as the two men led out a huge cumshot, much more than they usually ejaculate. Parker was known among his men for cumming for a full minute and 20 seconds so James had to swallow mouthful after mouthful of his seed. When Parker finished he was still rock hard, perhaps even more rigid. This is definitely how James wanted to spend his time before a big battle. "Now let me taste you, lad."

"Whatever you say, sir." James got on the bed only for Parker to take him completely. His superbly talented fingers rubbed his skin. He moaned out only for him to put his fingers in his mouth and Parker used his other fingers to prob the younger male. He fiercely sucked on his cock in a way that only Moses has been shown to reciprocate. James grabbed his brown hair but this extremely experienced man was not going to let the young journalist get the best of him. He flipped James over and ate his hole. He grabbed his cock again and gave it the handjob it never had. If there was one thing the literally thousands of men say Captain Parker is magnificent at is his handjobs and his tongue. James moaned out, so much so that he swear the other men could hear, even though they were most likely busy with their own way of 'preparing'. James came again to which Parker licked it up drop by drop. "You definitely aren't talk, captain. I bet those men must've been halfway to heaven when you got finished."

"Hehehe well I do have that effect on men. Now you ready for my biggest claim?" he asked.

"Yes, sir! Please take my arse!" said James. He lined his cock up at his hole and eased in. James winced but strangely did not yell. Maybe it's the near hundreds of cocks that have penetrated him or his frequent training with Moses but he seemed to have a much easier time taking Parker. He did moan but it was not ear-shattering. Despite his humongous size, Parker must have had an ability to go inside a man and not cause discomfort. This man truly was a sex god. Further and further until he was fully sheathed inside of James. Another one of the captain's abilities was knowing how many times a man has had another man enter him. And he could tell that James knew his away around a cock (though not at the captain's level and skill) so he didn't waste any time letting him adjust but quickly got into a steady rhythm. Parker grabbed James shoulders and went faster. The journalists moaned out, this time much louder than previous. He felt the captain's huge balls slap his skin. "Ohhh my!" The bed creaked with their every movement. The captain grabbed the younger man up and thrusting into him harder. He grabbed his face for a kiss again. For James, any excuse to taste that godly tongue was good enough for him. After some time, Parker picked James up, flipped him over and took him in the missionary position. James wrapped his legs around his firm beefy ass. The captain decided that the journalist was ready to exprience the full power of his sex drive. He thrusted into him at a thunderous pace. James was more than surprised. This was by far the fastest any man has taken him. Not even Moses could keep up this pace (and his pace is legendary throughout Philadelphia). The bed was literally gonna break so James suggest: "Captain, please pick me up and take me against the wall!"

"Lad, that's my favorite position to take a man in!" said Parker. He instantly picked up James pushed him against the wall and thrusted with the same velocity. The journalist figured the wall would be much stronger to handle their love making. James held onto his strong shoulders as the captain was not going to let up. Parker decided to try a technique he learned with the Onondaga. He bit James skin and then soote it with a lick. This was the first time James has experienced this and to him it was already excellent and he does not regret it one bit. The captain continued to bite his skin to which James screamed like his first time with Moses. It was clear that the younger man was not going to top this war hero so he decided to let himself get dominated. However the difference between Moses and Parker was while Moses was only rough when asked Parker was 100% a hard man. There was nothing feminine or soft about his skills in the sheets, which is why so many men have the best times of their lives with him. Parker slammed James down on the hard floor for which the young journalist was not complaining at all. Sure he will definitely feel this later but right now he just didn't give a shit. The captain held his head on the floor and went his superhuman speed again. What James was about to find out was that Parker actually had more stamina than him. "So James who is a simple swain?!"

"I AM! I AM A SIMPLE SWAIN!" said James.

"AND WHO LOVES TAKING MY LARGE MEMBER?!" asked Parker.

"I DO! I DO SIR!" said James.

"THAT'S RIGHT YOU DO LAD! YOU'RE HANDLING ME FAR BETTER THAN ANY MAN HAS!" said Parker.

"What..about...the..Redcoats?" asked James. He didn't know how that crossed his mind.

"Let's just say lad that Redcoats give some of the best information when they're moaning in the sheets." said Parker. The captain had another naughty idea. He carried James again and fucked him in the window for all to see. He wanted to espouse jealousy from his men so they'll fight extra hard to win his cock afterwards. It has happened before and it will most likely happen again. James put his hands on the window glass, hoping it wouldn't break but with Parker's inhuman speed and stamina that was going to be a chore. James came again, given the glass a sticky white present. He wondered if the captain would orgasm again, giving that one of James' many talents was making men cum much more faster than they usually do. The captain grabbed hold of James again and jerked him off. If he was going to give a show, then it was definitely going to be show.

"AHHHH CAPTAIN...YOU'RE SO GOOD AT MAKING MEN SQUIRM!" yelled James.

"TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW! AND YOU'RE LASTING MUCH LONGER THAN ANY MAN I'VE HAD!" said Parker.

"Well, I have a sort of gift!" said James.

"We'll just tire it out." The captain slammed him on the bed again and took him in the missionary position. This time he grabbed the young journalist and wildly kissed him. He thrusted into James using a technique he learned from the Algonquin Indians. Grabbing his ass, he somehow managed to stick a finger in his outstretched hole. James didn't need any more convincing: Captain John Parker most certainly deserve his name: Eros of the Forest. While James was sure to have an even more amazing exprience with another man in the future, Parker as of now was the best fuck James has had of his life. However, while Parker will be the best one time fling, Moses will undoubtedly be the best fuck overall as he and James have a sort of bond both emotionally, mentally, and physically. Speaking of which, the feeling that both men had resurfaced and they soon saw themselves joined in a dazzling array of lights and clouds. As if the angels were taking them to the palace where God resides or the Hindu gods inviting them for a lifetime orgy. James held Parker's chiseled back and came on his abs. The young journalist and the captain used this euphoria to continue on for another hour and a half. James came 3 more times and it was clear that his next one would be his last. Unbeknownst to him, Captain Parker himself was nearing his end. Parker was dumbfounded. His stamina was known for pleasing scores of men at once. He learned how to maximize his sexual prowess from several tribes in Pennsylvania and Quebec. Was the young blonde man really this good? He should've believed him when he said that he could also go on for literal hours.

"Captain, I'm gonna!"

"I'm coming too, lad!" he said. He held the journalist for one final thrust to push him over the edge for which he unleashed his monsoon of semen inside him. James' insides quickly filled up, much faster than a usual man does. Parker took his cock out of James and shot all over the boy while the younger shot all over him. After a minute of ejaculating, both men released their final spurts. Their cocks dying down, the two men were sweaty, panting, covered with cum and ready to use the final hour before the battle for some much needed rest. Parker crashed on the bed following James. The younger man laid beside the captain and spooned his chest hairs.

"That...was...amazing." said James.

"That's what every man tells me." said the captain.

"So was I the best?" asked James.

"Oh yes, lad. You were by the far the best. Not even the Mohawk chief and his best soldiers could compare with you." Parker told him. James smiled.

"And you really humped all of those men?" asked James.

"Lad, do I look like a man who takes if from another man?" asked the larger male.

"No I guess not." said James. Parker had the idea of opening the window to get some fresh air but he figured that the stench and the staleness of the room will be nothing compared to the battlefield so he led them simmer in their naked sweaty embrace. "Sir, could you tell me more tales of how the Indians 'treat' men?"

"Certainly. Well the Seneca have a tradition where a newcomer has to eat their chief's member and take three of his best men in a single setting to prove he's worthy of loyalty and friendship. In addition, the men also have an initiation where when a boy becomes a man he must take it from the tribe's most able men. If he can last the whole time, then he is worthy of becoming of man." said the captain.

"Fascinating." said James.

"Also the Huron tribe have a tradition of welcoming men of all colors into a thing called Aanikooshin Aingahon or the joining of the flesh. Essentially for 2 days, the Huron go into the woods with both white and black men completely naked and you know have a grand time." said Parker.

"Wow, I think I want to try it." said James.

"You should, lad. Indians are by far the most kinkiest men you will ever exprience in the sheets." said Parker.

"Yeah. I heard the Lenape actually invite men to become one of their tribe if they can please the most skilled warriors." said James.

"Oh believe me, it is definitely true. Well, lad we should probably take this hour to relax because we are going to show the British just how much we colonials can defend ourselves. " said the captain.

"Yes we will, sir. To be honest, I wouldn't mind having a couple of Redcoats right now. You know, just to get some more information." said James. Parker chuckled and ruffled his hair.

"Well, lad I did get lots of very nice information from the French during the war. And let me just say that those boys were much obliged to tell all." said the captain. James smiled and continue to play with his body.

END OF CHAPTER VI