CHAPTER X
Late July 1775, Cambridge, Massachusetts Bay Colony.
The summer sun shone its radiance and heat upon the weary travelers and soldiers stationed in Cambridge. James, Sarah, and Henri were to do a story on how the illustrious George Washington would turn the (to put it lightly) disorganized group of men into a capable fighting force. Washington was a commander in the French and Indian War and was known far and wide for being a no nonsense military leader. He was also known for his 'skills' with men which to many were on par with Ethan Allen. The imposing 6'3 figure walked about camp, noticing how lazy the troops were but admired their respect for him. James and Henri followed with a number of aide-de-camps.
'General Washington has his work cut out for him. He has to strengthen the area around the entire city. And somehow whip this bunch of farmers and layabouts into an army' he thought while writing. Washington came across three men sleeping: one black, two white. Despite owning slaves, Washington knew of the economic dependence of his home state of Virginia but he like many of his colleagues thought the practice was indeed horrible and should be abolished. Also however, he viewed every man, no matter his color, as a soldier that could be trained for fighting the British. So in his eyes the three men were the same: a slovenly group who only cares about mealtimes. Boy he was going to fix that. He used his sword to cut the hammock down from the tree, giving the men a tumble. He continued to inspect the camp. His final thoughts? Inadequate.
"Present arms!" said one of his aide-de-camps. The ragtag group of civilians lazily held their rifles at the ready. A blonde man's one actually hit a tea kettle, letting the water put out the warm fire. The poor soul quickly reorganized himself, trying to give off a serious look. Meanwhile, James and Henri were at a tent for Connecticut troops only, highlighting the divide between the men here.
"Would you say that rations here are low?" asked James.
"I would say rations here are nonexistent! We throw together everything we can find." said a soldier.
"I've heard that things will change now that General Washington is in charge." said James.
"I've heard there's an island in the south where dogs can talk and wear hats. Do you really work for a newspaper?" asked the soldier.
"Yes indeed. Dr. Franklin's Pennsylvania Gazette." said James.
"Pennsylvania? What business is this of theirs?" asked the soldier.
"Dr. Franklin says all the colonies have a common interest in this war." said James.
"That so? Well, I'm just interested in yours truly and his part of this war. Which will be over and done with in 52 days." said the soldier.
"52? How can you be so sure of that?" asked James.
"That's when my enlistment is up. That's when most of these men will be on their way home." said the soldier. The other two men agreed with him.
"What if the British are still in Boston?" asked James.
"They're welcome to it as far as I'm concerned. Look laddie, I'm a storekeeper. Dried goods mostly. Some frivols for the ladies and such. I can't afford to let my business do for myself. And that's Jeremiah Braddock. He's a farmer. Who's going to bring in his hay and sweet corn if he's stuck down here parading around for Mr. Washington?" asked the soldier.
"What are these children doing here?" asked a mean looking man.
"Take it easy, Stryker. They're doing no harm. This one says he writes for a newspaper." said the first soldier.
"Really?" asked Stryker. "And you sprout. What are you supposed to be?"
"I'm not supposed to be anything. I am Henri Richard Maurice Dutoit LeFevbre" said the French boy.
"Did you hear that, boys? This tadpole's got a whole laundry list of for a name!" said Stryker. The other soldiers laugh. "Make yourself useful scamp and go fill these buckets. Me and the other men are getting parched and dirty."
"Well then to show my gentlemanly side, I will honor your request, monsieur." said Henri as he grabbed the 5 buckets.
"What were the buckets for?" asked James.
"For getting rid of the tadpole. Me and my boys have taken a fancy to you, laddie." said Stryker. James raised his eyebrows.
"Oh really?" asked James seductively.
"Yeah...and I can tell you've had a lot of men haven't you?" asked Stryker.
"Oh you would be right sir." said James. The soldiers smiled.
"Well then how's about we have a little fun? If you think you can handle all of us." asked Stryker. James took a look at the very excited men. There were six in total. And given that he was in need of a good story and fuck, he couldn't say no.
"You raise an interesting proposition, Mr. Stryker. I'd be happy too. But before we start may I know your name, sir?" asked James.
"Sure, it's Oceanus Wilcox." he told him. "And let me just say lad that I was quite the rouge in my hometown. Also I give every good man a 'personal discount' on my wares. If you know what I mean."
"Oh most definitely, sir." said James.
"My name is Govert van Dyke." said a handsome brown haired man with a slight Dutch accent.
"Govy's here is very well known around camp. Nary a man who wouldn't want him." said Stryker.
"And I'm Charles Whittaker." said a reddish blonde haired man with a Welsh accent.
"And I'm Benjamin Crow. From Maryland. Nice to meet you, lad." said a rotundish man with reddish brown hair.
"Well now that introductions are out of the way, let's get started shall we." said Stryker. James noticed that nearly two thirds of the tents in the camp are closed. He knew with certainty that other soldiers were 'getting to know each other better' during their time away from battle. Into the tent, Stryker took James for a kiss. He could tell that while the man was a boor, he certainly knew how to send men's hearts running. Stryker held the boy and removed his clothes in a flash. He did the same to his own body followed by the rest of the men. James saw that Stryker was quite muscular with a solid set of abs. The journalists continued to kiss him and felt his body. He then grabbed his rapidly hardening member. At full mast, it was estimated to be 10 inches and thinner than James.
"Hey Stryker, don't hog all the action!" said Oceanus. Stryker let James go so the storekeeper could get some. James saw that he was well fit but seemed to be larger than Stryker. The two men held each other buttocks and lovingly deepened the kiss. James was beginning to think that men from each of the colonies had a different style of making love to each other. For Pennsylvania men like him and Moses, it was more sensual mixed with a bit of hardness while Connecticut men were much more abrasive but still knew how to hit the exact spot both physically and mentally. Oceanus let him go allowing for Jeremiah to take him. He was very muscular and had a much bigger endowment than Oceanus or Stryker. James also thought that Connecticut men loved to share a man they pine for. 'They must have some truly wild orgies in Connecticut Colony.' he thought. The farmer had laid James down on the floor and continued to ravish him. James loved doing farmers personally. Their rugged muscled appearances further and their ravenous appetites' for flesh, it was no wonder why many-a British regular loved going into farmhouses and asking for the men personally. Jeremiah put his finger in James' ass causing the journalist to moan in his mouth. Two more, three more, and four more and James was about to cum. Damn Jeremiah sure knows the pleasure points of his fellow man.
"I wanna taste you." James whispered in his ear. Jeremiah stood up for his thick 13.5 inch member for all to see. Govert decided to approached them with his even thicker 14 inch member. Two massive cocks for the price of one! James certainly smiled his little smile. He grabbed both of the thick woods and first sucked on Jeremiah. He instantly took him all in which shocked the farmer. No man has ever taken him whole like this and he's certainly had well over 200. James fondled his large balls and Charles came over and kissed Jeremiah. Benjamin decided to suck on Govert whilst fingering James. Stryker and Oceanus got into the groove of things by having a very rough make out session. Both men played a game of who got to be on top due to their domineering personalities clashing. James sucked on him harder and harder. He was going to show every man his new skills. Charles pushed James' head further and fingered the farmer. Jeremiah came inside of James' mouth for which the journalist swallowed it all.
"Where did you learn to make men cum in seconds?" asked Jeremiah.
"Oh just the Green Mountain Boys...and Ethan Allen." said James with pride. The men had looks of astonishment.
"Lad, you mean to tell me you've been with the Ethan Allen?" asked Charles.
"Yes I did." James said.
"Amazing. A mate of mine said that he couldn't even feel another man for at least 6 months after he got through with Ethan Allen." said Benjamin.
"I heard his skills are on par with Washington." said Govert.
"Well boys since our Pennsylvanian friend here has had the esteemed Ethan Allen, whaddya say we really show him how Connecticut men lay?!" said Stryker.
"I'll say a yes to that, Stryker!" said Oceanus. The other men agreed. Charles took James and suck on his cock and told him to do the same. Oceanus lifted James' legs and ate his asshole. The journalist was forced to take even more of the Welshman's 12 inch cock. The storekeeper kept licking his ass and fondling his balls. It soon was time for them to 'make their mark'. Oceanus lined up his 11 inch cock and pushed into James. This was the first time that a man fucked him while he was in a 69 with another man. He shouldn't have taken Stryker's words at face value. Oceanus increased his speed while James was having difficulty sucking on Charles in a fluid manner with him getting bucked. And speaking of bucked, Govert came over and started to fuck Charles. James could see his balls dangling wildly above his face. Charles had stop sucking on James and began to moan out only for Oceanus to take his mouth for a kiss. The shopkeeper also jerked off James' well lubricated cock.
"Ahh yes know this is a Connecticut orgy!" said Stryker while banging Benjamin and Jeremiah took him. "You boys sure know your way around men!"
"Oh...my butt can take 3 cocks at once!" said Benjamin.
"Is that so? Jeremiah, take this chap with me." said Stryker. Jeremiah obeyed and got into the same rhythm as Stryker. Meanwhile the other men continued to have their way with James. Charles had gotten under the journalist and fucked him along with Oceanus while Govert stuff his cock in his mouth. Being the peg boy (slang for a man getting taken by 3 or more men) was really started to become James' favorite position. He sucked on the Dutchman with wild abandon. Govert and Oceanus decided to give James a Hartford hot podge-they took their dicks nearly all the way out only to roughly thrust in the next second. They continued this motion until they came inside of James and James himself unleashed. Govert came inside of James' mouth and the journalist thought it tasted sweeter than Jeremiah.
"Do you know when a man is coming, lad?" asked Govert.
"Yes. My friend Moses taught me." said James.
"Ahh he must be one hell of a good man in bed." said Oceanus.
"Oh believe me he is!" said James.
"All right, you louts. It's our turn with the paperboy now!" said Stryker. Oceanus, Govert and Charles exited James' sight only for Stryker, Jeremiah and Benjamin to come over to finish the job. Jeremiah and Stryker fucked James while Benjamin grabbed his head and stuck his cock in. He was 8 inches but he knew how to use his cock. He didn't let up on the Pennsylvanian for one second. Sure he wasn't the most attractive man in Connecticut or the most fit or the most endowed but he always could get a couple of men who discovered there is much more to a man's sexual prowess than his outward appearance. Stryker and Jeremiah thrusted into James faster while Benjamin continued his unholy assault on James' face. Stryker grabbed James' cock and jerked him off hard. After a good while and after everyone had a turn with James, the men in the tent were getting ready for their final release. Jeremiah grabbed James and he and the farmer increased their speed to push him over the edge. He released for the second time in the journalist. The others all came on him as well. A few more thrusts and every man's reserves were empty. They all crashed to the ground, sweating and panting.
"I...say lad...You are definitely one of the best boys I've had." said Stryker.
"That's goes double for me!" said Oceanus.
"Oh yes. Very much so." said Govert.
"Thanks...I didn't know Connecticut men were this kinky." said James. They all laughed.
"Well, lad there's a reason why so many regulars visit the colony for a 'special meeting' with the men." said Charles.
"Well, I think my Pennsylvania brethren could learn a thing or two." said James.
"That they can. That they can." said Benjamin. The cum started to dissipate and their stamina had largely recovered. The men gathered their clothes and walked outside. Just in time, Henri was back.
"Here you go, monsieur. And by the way, do you know how far I had to go to find a well?" said Henri.
"But Henri, a pump was in the camp." said James. The French boy looked and saw it. He smacked his head in embarrassment.
"Much obliged sprout." said Stryker.
"Your welcome. And I hope you don't bloat up. We don't need any fat men fighting the British." said Henri.
"Why you little-!" said Stryker. He tried to reach for Henri but he and James swiftly avoided him. The angry man landed on a table. The two Pennsylvanians ran with James ignored the gallons of cum sloshing around in him. Govert and Charles followed their friend to try and talk some sense into him. James and Henri crashed into a drape.
"Look out!" said the French boy. 2 dogs barked and followed them. Stryker, Govert and Charles were still on their tails. The drape the two dropped had captured the dogs. They had soon crashed into the tall and imposing figure known as George Washington. The two had hid behind him. The three Connecticut men stopped when they saw the general. Stryker had his reservations about George, believing a Virginian isn't fit to lead. A standoff occurred between the two.
"Look at him! The big pig farmer. Everyone knows nothing good ever came out of the South!" said Stryker. Now he wishes he kept his mouth closed as George came over and lifted him. He was 5'9 as opposed to George's 6'3. He knew he was fucked when his feet left the ground.
"I hope you're as good as fighting Redcoats as you are at chasing children." said George. He threw the Connecticut man on the ground like nothing. Mr. Washington left the lot to their business. James was entirely taken by the man. He reminded him so much of Ethan that he wondered if they were related. A few weeks later, the sun was shining a bright glow. Sarah was writing to her mother under a tree.
"Dearest mother, James spends more and more time each day with Washington's aides trying to find out a report to Dr. Franklin the army's plans." James and Henri were walking inside of the mansion where he was conducting his plans. Men were anxious as to how the war will be won or how will be next on Washington's boom list. The reason James has not made his move was he wanted to see how Washington was with other men. From his chats with Washington's aide-de-camps and the multitudes of soldiers, Mr. Washington was absolutely magnificent. One man said he was better than Ethan Allen which caught James for a loop. There was probably not a single man in the colonies who haven't heard of Ethan's prowess in bed. And James had secretly interviewed other men who had sex with him. He had heard the same thing that was on his mind: Mesmerizing, godly, unnatural, and the word that came up and up again: Amazing. So hearing this new information, James was more than determined to get a piece of him.
"But only as long as the naval guns in the harbor remain silent." said Washington. They went outside to get some air. James figured that Washington would be done in a few minutes but had to rush in just in case another soldier wants to exprience the 'big pig farmer' from Virginia. The two had seen Sarah still writing.
"I'm afraid we still don't know if the pigeons are getting through." she said. James had unleashed one of his pigeons to the wind.
"I thought Philadelphia was that way. Are you sure these are not British pigeons?" asked Henri. James smiled at his remark. "Oh well I am off."
"Where are you going?" asked James.
"Well...um going...to...eat." said Henri.
"And by eat you mean find more treasure and souvenirs?" asked Sarah.
"How did you know?" asked Henri.
"Well, you always have a bag of various items and you bring it to the house." said Sarah.
"Oh well I'm trying to raise money for more weapons and armor for the soldiers. If you didn't know, France has one of the best supplies of armaments in the world." said Henri.
"Well that's a good way to help out the cause. Hey, Sarah how's about you go help him find some souvenirs?" asked James.
"I think I can manage that. I can possibly find one for my mother to sell back in London." she said. Sarah and Henri went off into the town, leaving James alone. He smiled a wide grin and quickly went back into the mansion. He saw that the meeting had just finished and Washington and his aide-de-camps were leaving the room. The journalist knew it was now or never.
"Ahh Mr. Hiller, is there anything I can do for you?" asked George.
"Well yes sir. You see-"
"You want me to give you the pleasures of a general, is that correct?" James eyes widened. George was one of the men who could read another man's thoughts.
"Yes, sir. If you would be so kind." said James. The large general smiled. He planted a kiss on the younger man's head.
"I would be honored, Mr. Hiller." said Washington. He took James' hand and let him upstairs. James ignored all the hateful and jealous looks from the various soldiers. "And James, I know that you've had hundreds of men including the famed Ethan Allen." James was really freaked out by his physic powers but he should've expected no less from Mr. Washington. Paul Revere and William Dawes had given James all of Dr. Warren's journals detailing male sexuality as a gift to him and Moses. In those papers, he read that men with higher sexual energy tend to have uncanny mental abilities such as telepathy. James had noticed that Moses has a bit of both mild telepathy and mind control. The journalist had hope to develop skills like his friend one day.
"Yes and let me tell you sir, Ethan Allen was by far the best man I've ever had! Well next to Moses." he said.
"Ahh yes Moses was an excellent conquest." said Washington.
"You mean to tell me that you and Moses-"
"Yes we did." Washington responded. "And let me just say he was the first man who had lasted throughout my entire libido and the first man who's taken me." James' faced turned into an O. He couldn't believe that Moses actually managed to top the great George Washington. He knows that he'll likely never do the same but it was nice to know that his best friend and main fuckbuddy can truly handle any man. And then give it to any man. George and James arrived at the general's room. It was an extremely spacious masterpiece of furniture and décor. Nothing less from the decorated Washington.
"This room is amazing, sir." said James.
"Oh please enough with the sir. Call me George." said the general.
"Ok George. This room is-"
"And let's not talk about the design of this room. Let's talk about seeing the design of your body." said George. His wit was almost on the same level as Ben Franklin's. James obliged and quickly removed his clothes. "My my James you have quite the body." Washington came over, cooed his face and kissed him. James instantly felt a rush of astonishment. It wasn't like a normal kiss no this was something much more different. When he kissed Ethan Allen, a wave of pure raw sexual energy had washed over him. While the same thing was happening, it was something purer and holier. Washington pinched James' nipples and sat him on the bed. He deepened the kiss with the journalist. The general's large tongue explored every moist cavern of his smaller suitor. James wrapped his arms around his back. Even fully clothed, James knew Washington was a wall of pure thick muscle. Of course, he thought Ethan was the most buff man he's seen but maybe he's got competition. Washington released his lips.
"George, that was..was..."
"Amazing? Yes my boy, every man says that after I kissed him." said the general. Washington planted kisses upon his soft skin, the journalist already moaning.
"If George was this good with his smooches, who knows how good he'll be with-" Washington took James' hard 10 inch cock entirely in his mouth. He moaned out fervidly. The older man didn't go smooth but a full force sucking motion. It was already better than any man besides Moses. James had to say while Ethan definitely was amazing with his mouth, George had a whole new vibe towards him. James didn't what it was but the journalist will definitely find out soon enough. The kinky older man decided to tickle his feet. James should've really listened to the details Washington's aide-de-camps and other soldiers told of his remarkable prowess. The blonde man came inside of his mouth but somehow Washington managed to suck his seed like a sucking motion, straightforward like a snake. Could the honorable George Washington posses the ability to extract the semen of men while they were cumming? Like could he control when a man ejaculates and then hydrokinetically control the fluids inside of him? The secrets Mr. Hiller are about to find out.
"Okay, George now it's your turn to undress." said James. George smiled and removed his uniform at an even faster rate than James. The journalist's eyes bugged out of his head. Washington was indeed a god. His body had the exact same musculature as Ethan Allen only a bit more angelic. His thighs were even the same as the Green Mountain Boys leader! Thick as tree trunks. James now knew that while Ethan Allen exhibited a sort of primal lust that wants to prove that any man is fair game, George exhibited a sort of refined lust. The lust that Benedict Arnold mentioned but much more advanced. Washington was indeed a gentlemen and he showed that to all the men he's had. So being with Ethan was like having the best night of your life, being with George was knowing that you are safe, protected and cherished. He never showed even the slightest bit of roughness if they didn't request it. Maybe that's why so many of his men look to him as a father. Because that was who this man was. Fatherly in all aspects, even in the sheets. What really shocked the journalist was his cock. It was truly the longest cock he's seen: 18 inches wide! He was actually thinner than Ethan and had somewhat smaller balls but James hardly noticed. He just wants Washington to fuck him. James grabbed the gargantuan rope of flesh. It felt so virile, so heavy, so royal. Washington smiled as he knows every man will be in a state of shock upon seeing his endowment. James opened his mouth and started his trek upon the monster phallus. After having so many monster dong, the journalist took the older man with ease. In no time at all he reached his pubes.
"Well bravo, Mr. Hiller. You are the second man to take me all the way." said George. James instantly knew he meant Moses. Grabbing the magnificently carved tuchus of Washington, James went up and down in a very fast motion. He's learned to not only engulf large cocks but to give it the best covering that they will have. George moaned, even more loudly than with Moses. He thought that the craftsman had taught the younger journalist very well. Envisioning all the erotic action between James and Moses had somehow made him even harder. Usually during this time, a man pushed himself off of Washington's dick as he needed time to breath but not James. He learned to hold his breath for a long time when sucking on a man. He also fondled his humongous ballsac. The general didn't think it was possible but he was going to cum naturally instead of forcing himself on every man. "Ahhh ahhh ahhhh!" Washington unleashed into James' mouth. The journalist got off his exploding dick and took every gallon of semen. Some even got on his face and body. 2 and a half minutes came and Washington got through cumming. He left a large pool of his seed on the floor and on James' body. James thought that no man could ever cum as much as Ethan Allen but Washington was sure proving himself to surpass the frontiersman.
"Ahh your still so hard, George." said James.
"Well this is nothing. When I'm ready for my final orgasm, I can literally leave men drenched in my seed." said the general. That was it. James was going to tire the older man if it kill him. He failed with Ethan but he wasn't going to fail with George. "Get on the bed." James did as told. Washington held his pert ass in his large hands. He fingered his ass which James moaned out. The younger man was just about to really get the Washington treatment. His fingers were described as enchanted by God himself. One more and two more and James was about to cum again but George had another plan. He removed his fingers and licked his asshole. James moaned again. This was by far the best tongue to ever grace his asshole. He kept moaning very loudly but he knew no one was coming. It was an unwritten rule but every man in the house knew not to disturb Washington while he was pleasing his partners. Plus the big man himself is so comforting and so paternally sound in bed that there was no need. Washington grabbed James' still hard dick and jerked him off while still licking every bit of his ass. James could no longer hold it in and came on Washington's hand. The general ate every drop. Washington knew it was time. The tip of his huge snake prodded the boy's ass. Washington read his mind and he knew that he was begging for it so he eased in. James, having so many huge wangs, managed to merely yelp as George continued his descent. "You're doing better than most men, James. They usually leave a scream. It looks like all that training with Moses and Ethan Allen helped you a lot."
"Thanks sir." said James as he continued to take the monster. Once Washington was fully sheathed, he started to fuck James instantly. The journalist moaned louder than before. He now was feeling the same pleasure that so many men had before. The magical sensation was back and this time it was far more clear and vivid rather than translucent. He saw him and Washington having sex in a beautiful field filled with flowers and sprawling trees. Washington's muscular frame was on top of James and the young male screamed at the top of his lungs yet something was different about George. While undeniably spectacular in bed, his lovers never felt like they were being abused or were hurt. It was strange but James had believed that the man had an ability to take all the suffering away from a man and at the same time make him feel like he's on Cloud 9 and turn him into a moaning waste of space. It was so different from Ethan Allen. Whereas Ethan was basically like a wild party boy who saw every man as a potential conquest, Washington saw every man as a cherished individual who deserved respect and comfort. He was so gentle with his lovers while at the same time being by far the best they've ever had. In this moment, James saw in Washington what he saw in Moses: a man who will keep you safe, who is your friend, who will be your knight. This is why Washington was chosen to lead the army against the British. He was the man to keep everyone in line, who commanded respect both on the battlefield and in the bedroom. Being with Washington had given James insight onto the general's time with Moses. He saw his dark skinned friend and Washington get into a naked embrace of lust and desire. The way the two men's skin colors danced melded together was the hottest thing James had seen and it made him even harder. He saw the big general being topped by Moses. He wondered just how much fun he has with his male slaves. The more they were in this plane, the more the two men saw their sex lives with other males. James saw multitudes of men being shocked at Washington's size but being totally complacent the next minute. In their exhalated state of consciousness, James didn't realize he and Washington had came again.
"What a mess we made." said George.
"Yeah...let's continue!" said James.
"My James. Most men stop after I cum. You and Moses really are the best I've ever had." said Washington. He turned the journalist over and banged him in the missionary position, just like in the plain he was in. James wrapped his legs around his beefy ass and just melded into the older man. Washington went as fast as he could for which James experienced another sensation in the same place as before. James was starting to think it was a real place. Or real in the sense of the mind. This time their movements were exactly the same as in the real world. James held the older man's cavernous back as Washington moaned alongside him. James had the ability to make a man with much more skill and exprience than him moan as if we were being taken. Maybe it was one of the many skills that men possessed with making love to other men. Washington kissed James and lifted him up to bang him in his lap. In this position, George was hitting James' spot with absolute precision and his balls smacked his ass with such a ferocity it reverberated all over the journalist's body. James grabbed Washington's handsome face for another kiss. He felt his huge tongue winning. He had heard that Washington had false teeth but he saw that his teeth were some of the most perfect he's ever seen. Washington continued his assault onto the journalist, wrapping his strong arms around him.
"Ahhh...faster!" said James. He didn't think the man could go any faster but George was going to prove him wrong. With near superhuman speed and stamina, Washington honored the moaning boy's request. James need no more convincing that Washington was on Ethan's level yet it feel more satisfying. Now that's not to say that Ethan doesn't leave men satisfied because he most definitely does and more but there was always some sort of distance James had felt when he had sex with Ethan. Like the two men's bodies were connecting but not their souls. When James entered the void with the mountain man he saw many things but not of them ever matched with what James was feeling or envisioned. Now that he's with Washington, he is seeing both the general and his soul uniting. As if that wall that men have is smashed to little pieces. And there was only him and Washington. That was the difference between George and Ethan he now is seeing. James will always look back on his time with colonel Allen as the best fuck of his life but he won't look at Washington with the same demeanor because it's something more: love and trust. While he certainly didn't love George in the same way a man loves his wife but it is one that many of his subordinates feel and why they can trust their lives with him: The love of camaraderie and fatherhood. George wasn't anyone's dad but it sure seemed that way. The two men had cum again. This time they didn't let it stop them. Washington picked James up and fucked him while standing. Then the older man had banged him over the windows, on the floor, and in the piledriver position. George and James went on and on for hours on end. Both men lost track on how many times each had came. Washington was very much surprised. In his 43 years of life, no man has ever worn him out naturally. He always had to stop and inside of his lovers but he suppose it will be one of the best experiences of his life. "George...I'm gonna...for..the..final"
"I am too, James! Brace yourself!" yelled the general. Both men had felt the pressure in their balls built up for the last time and the continued thrustings had caused them to unleash their gallons of milk. In contrast to the earlier cumshots, it was a raging tsunami that instantly covered the bed and was leaking on the floor. James got off of Washington and ate his cum. It was so much, like a literal monsoon. It quickly overflowed his mouth and his body. While James' cock died down, Washington continue to ejaculate. James thought the whole room would be filled with George's cum at this rate. 30 more seconds and the mighty beast that is George Washington's cock finally was soothed. A few more droplots leaked out until he was completely empty. Both George and James were tired and spent beyond belief. They crashed onto the bed, covered in cum and panting.
"George...that...was...WAS..."
"You...don't...have...to...say...it,...Mr...Hiller" said the tired general. He wrapped his massive arms around James and the smaller man spooned his abs and pecs. The setting sun shone an unusually bright glow. Maybe it was a sign of just of the amazing time.
"You were the best man to ever grace my loins, George." said James.
"And as you, James." said George.
"Better than Moses?" asked James.
"Well...let's just say that you have a more unchecked demeanor while Moses' is more balanced." said Washington.
"I'll take it." said James. Washington kissed him. Just as they were about to go to sleep, a knock on the door.
"Monsiuer Washington?" asked a voice very well known to James.
"Damn, it's my friend Henri." said James quietly.
"Remain calm." said Washington. "Yes, who is it?"
"It's me, Henri LeFevbre! I was wondering have you seen James around?" asked Henri.
"No I suppose I haven't" said George.
"Ohhh well I asked one of your aide-de-camps and he just said he saw James around." said Henri. "The reason I want to find him is because it's time for dinner."
"Well rest assured I already ate and I'm pretty sure James will turn up soon." said George.
"Well Ok désolé for the disturbance! Rest well!" said Henri. The sound of the young boys footsteps grew more and more distant until they could be heard no more.
"That was close!" said James.
"Oh many times women and children will be curious but always be crafty to lead them away." said George.
"That they are. Me and Moses take every opportunity to 'connect' when we have Dr. Franklin's print shop to ourselves." said James.
"Was I a better man than Moses?" asked George.
"Well me and Moses have a special bond so it's not the same but yes you definitely were the best man alongside Ethan Allen." said James.
"Huh a lot of men tend to mention his name when they're in the sheets with me. Maybe I'll have to search him out and...try him out myself." said George. James envision what intercourse between the two most skilled and desired men in the colonies look like. Heaven would nearly crash down on Earth. George pulled the covers upon him and James. The journalist was at a very relaxed state of mind. He had just did George Washington, the leader of the Americans fight for independence. This will definitely be a day that he'll remember for the rest of his life. Just as he was about to ask another question, George was already sleep. James thought he should do the same as they couldn't fight the Redcoats naked and unconscious now can they?
END OF CHAPTER X