CHAPTER XII
January 1776, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Colony
It was a clear and beautiful night despite the rats scurrying and the chilly air. The crickets chirping made it a little better. James, Sarah, and Henri were looking for Thomas Paine, a notorious critic of the crown and British rule over the colonies. He was at Dr. Franklin's shop earlier and let's just say that he kinda rubbed Sarah the wrong way with his talk of anti-monarchism. The reason she is going with the boys is to make sure his pamphlet Common Sense was to appear in the paper. She detested him but made a vow to always print news, no matter how she felt about it.
"Where could Paine have gone?" asked Henri.
"I hope home to bed. Which is where I wish I were." said Sarah shivering.
"Either you're all cowards or you're all fools." said a familiar voice to the trio.
"He must talk in his sleep." said Henri.
"Come on!" said James. The trio ran to Mr. Paine. They saw him being confronted by a group of angry men.
"Away with you. You're blowing smoke. This is crazy talk. America is not our country. We're Pennsylvania men. This is our country!" said a man.
"You've got a narrow mind for someone with broad shoulders!" said Thomas.
"Why should we fight to defend hot-headed foreigners from Massachusetts?" asked the man. Just then, a woman and a man approached the main three.
"Excuse me but we were wondering if this pamphlet belonged to you?" said the woman.
"Hey this is in French. *Gasp* It's a call for the colonists to take up arms against Britain!" said Henri.
"It is?" asked Sarah.
"Yes. Remember French is my native tongue." said Henri.
"Well that's fine but I don't see what that has to do with-"
"Me and my wife are patriots who use the power of words as our weapons. And we have found a ton of French materials that we'd like to translate for the colonists. We also own a printer." said the man.
"Oohh did you know we worked for Dr. Benjamin Franklin?" asked James.
"Yes. We saw you three in his shop the other day and we though that a pamphlet like this would be in his possession as he did go to France." said the woman.
"Ahhh and you need me to translate this?" asked Henri.
"If you'd be so kind." said the man.
"Well why should I?" asked the French boy.
"We have a big feast. Full of French food and cottage pie." said the woman. Instantly Henri's face lit up.
"Well that's good enough for me! Will you be coming, James and Sarah?" asked the French boy.
"Did you say cottage pie?" asked Sarah.
"Yes a whole pot of it." said the woman.
"Well I guess I could stop by." Sarah absolutely loved cottage pie. "What about you, James?"
"I'll join you later. Right now I think I need to assist Mr. Paine." he said.
"Okay but make sure he's in one piece so we can get our story." she told him. Henri grabbed her hand and went off in the direction of the woman. The man put a hand on James' shoulder.
"Hey I think Mr. Paine is going to handle this crowd the best way a man knows how." he said to him. James instantly knew what he meant.
"Ahhh." he said.
"Did you know he's also called Thomas the Piler?" asked the man.
"Wait a minute. He's that Thomas the Piler?! The man who can take 50 men in one setting?" asked James.
"Yes." said the man.
"How do you know?" asked James.
"Well me and him had a little "talk" about the virtues of common sense. But anyway, if you want to join them, good luck, lad!" said the man giving him a pat on the back. James didn't need to be told twice.
"If you all want to know why you should fight against the crown, I'll be happy to do some convincing." said Thomas after kissing the man he was speaking with.
"What do you say, gentlemen? Should we take on this hot-head?" he asked. The men all agreed.
"Excellent. Follow me inside." said Thomas. They entered a building which was an inn for men who wanted some "alone time". The innkeeper noticed the large party and looked at Thomas.
"You must really have a stamina endowed by the Lord." he said.
"Well they don't call me Thomas the Piler for for nothing." Thomas said with pride.
"You're Thomas the Piler?!" said the innkeeper.
"Shhh! Keep it down. I don't want this lot to know." said Thomas.
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." said James. Thomas turned around and his face lit up.
"Ahh James good to see you again." said Thomas. "And since you know my persona, I'm guessing you'd like to try this band as well?"
"Ohh yes Mr. Paine." said James. Thomas gave him a kiss.
"Good cause I've wanted either you or Moses back there." said Thomas. He and James entered the main guestroom on the first floor where the multitudes of men where hard and naked.
"So Mr. Rabble, you really think you can handle all of us?" asked a man.
"I haven't seen any man try to attempt that." said another one. Thomas gave them a smile and quickly undressed. He had a moderately muscular body with a cock that rapidly hardened to 12 inches.
"All right then gents. Have at me!" said Thomas. Two men came over and kissed him while another man sucked on him. James removed his clothes as well and enjoyed the show. Another man, the man Thomas had engaged with came over to him.
"He may talk a lot of nonsense but he sure can kiss like Judas!" he said. James saw he was a very muscular man (about the same as Moses) and his cock was a huge 14.5 inches in length and about 3 inches in girth. "Let me tell you, lad. Nary a man who isn't shocked by it." he somewhat laughed.
"Oh well..." said the blonde as he got down to business. He instantly took the large man's huge cock like nothing. He grabbed his balls as well. The lug moaned and grabbed James' head. Meanwhile James saw Thomas already has taken 3 men in his ass, suck on two cocks at the same time and still give handjobs. 'Boy, he wasn't kidding when he said he was the Piler' thought James. The journalist sucked on the male so hard that he came inside his mouth. It was a literal gallon which James swallowed it all. His blowjob skills have improved remarkably.
"Get on your knees." said the fisherman. James did as told and he instantly thrusted into him. The larger male starting pounding into him right away. James moaned as he sense that this fisherman certainly knows his way around men. Speaking of, James saw Thomas getting fucked by two men in midair while fingering both of them. Just how skilled is this man? Another man who looked to be a blacksmith came over and inserted his cock along with the fisherman. Alas James was back in his favorite position. The milliner grabbed the fisherman and kissed him. Both of the larger men kept thrusted into the blonde when they came along with James and the milliner. The three men pulled out of him.
"Hey where you guys going?" asked James.
"You've been fun, lad but I'd like to try the big talker over there. He's already tired out most of the men in here." said the fisherman.
"Same goes for us. Don't worry, lad. Come by my shop and I'll give you a 'personal discount'" said the milliner as he kissed him. James said Thomas release his cum for what seemed liked the 5th time onto a tired muscle man. The other three came over.
"Well, you three gents are probably the last ones here. On guard then!" the men didn't need to be told twice. They attacked the rouser with no sense of gentility. James thought it be best to watch the show and masturbate to it. They were in the same position as James but Mr. Paine was definitely taking it better than him and somewhat strangely taking control of the situation. No matter how hard the three men tried to assert their dominance, Thomas took it like flowing water. In about 20 minutes or so, the fisherman, milliner, and blacksmith were spent past their limit and released inside of Thomas. Afterwards, they collapsed onto the piles of other men, sweating and panting. Mr. Paine simply smiled and went over to James.
"So that's why you're called Thomas the Piler." said James quietly.
"Aye lad. That's why." said Thomas.
"Well then...I think I'd like to try you now." said James. Thomas smiled and gave him a kiss."
"In due time, my boy. Right now I'd like to escape and let this mob of pudding heads rest." said Thomas. James shook his head and both men grabbed their clothes. Unbeknownst to Thomas, he left one of his Common Sense pamphlets. The fisherman regain his stamina and took the piece of paper.
"What's this? Common Sense?" A week later, Paine's Common Sense had spread like wildfire throughout the colonies and it was stirring a storm in people's bellies like nothing before. James, Sarah, and Henri went for a walk.
"If this keeps up, Common Sense will be the best selling pamphlet in the colonies!" said James.
"It's dangerous propaganda. And we've helped spread it." said Sarah.
"That's not true! You haven't even read it yourself! How do you know it's dangerous?" asked James.
"I know treason when I hear it." said Sarah.
"Well, if you're not interested in this story, you don't have to come along." said James.
"What I'm interested in is making sure we get both sides of the story. Not everyone is going to agree with Mr. Paine's ravings. If we're going to engage the public's response, we need to get the complete picture. That's good journalism." she told sternly. James felt defeated. "I'll interview that gentlemen over there. And you can interview that one."
"Come along, Henri. I don't want you wandering off." said James.
"No thanks. I think I'll have a lot more fun without you two." said Henri. James shrugged and went inside of the building that belonged to the man.
"Ohh yes can I help you, my good man?" he said in a German accent. He looked to be a tailor of around 60.
"Hello, sir I was wondering if you could give me your opinion on Common Sense?" asked James.
"Ohh that. Well I say it's quite possibly the best thing ever written." said the old man.
"And why is that?" asked James.
"To me Common Sense makes sense. It's like these threads. Alone they are weak but together, together they are strong! Unbreakable! Each thread adding its own weight to make the hole strong. That is how we must weave this new land. Knowing for the first time in human history, we are all of equal valve." said the tailor. Just then, Sarah came in.
"A friend of yours?" asked the tailor.
"Sometimes. What is it, Sarah?" asked James.
"I shall be interviewing this lovely group of women about Common Sense so I'll be busy for 2 hours at least. Do you think you can handle being alone?" she asked.
"Yes, Sarah I think I can handle myself." said James sarcastically. She gave him a humph. "Women."
"Ahh yes, mein Junge. My wife is the same way so I know. But on the other hand I gave you my opinion on a very contested issue that will likely have the British breathing down my neck. Can I trust you to keep my words a secret?" asked the tailor.
"Yes sir. You can trust me." said James.
"Well to earn my trust, you'll have to do what every man does." said the tailor.
"Ohhh um..."
"Hahahaha. Don't worry, lad. I know I'm too old. but my son should suffice. Adolph!" said the tailor.
"You called for me, father?" asked his son. Adolph was a 6'1, blonde extremely handsome man of bright skin and a very developed musculature. James was getting hard just by looking at him. "Ja. Would you give Herr...what's your name?" asked the tailor.
"James Hiller." he told him.
"Would you give Herr Hiller here a very good time?" asked the tailor. Adolph looked at him and gave him a smile and nod of approval.
"Of course. Come with me." said Adolph. James followed the handsome Prussian man upstairs to his room. It looked like his own except with a few more frills and a picture of Frederick the Great. The bed looked nice as well. Definitely imported from Europe.
"Before we begin, can I know how many men you've been with?" asked James.
"Around 2,000. I was quite the rouge back in Prussia. I slept with a lot of princes." said Adolph.
"Well then, this will be most enjoyable." said James. The Prussian moved in closer and gave him a peck.
"Yes it will." He took James for a kiss then a hard smooch. He wrapped his strong arms around his smaller frame. The two crashed on the bed. James could tell that this one had an energy like his own but somehow wasn't on the same level or wavelength as Moses, Washington or Allen. But this fucker had a trick up his sleeve. He and James broke for air.
"Wow." said the journalist.
"Ja." said Adolph. He quickly discarded his and James' clothing. The younger man saw a pure thick wall of muscle akin to Moses (maybe a little buffer) with an extremely shredded six pack and thick pecs and huge buff arms. James saw that his cock was a long and thick 13 inches.
"Impressive." said James.
"Oh please this is only the beginning, mein Herr." he told him. Adolph kissed James again and lifted him up. He laid him back on the bed and kissed his body. He grabbed his hard 10 inch cock and took it all in. James moaned loud as he's feeling something he hasn't lately but for some reason he could quite pinpoint it. Usually with men, he could guess just how good his prowess was but with this one, it was like his senses had stopped. The larger male fingered him and put his own fingers in his mouth. This Prussian certainly knows how to keep a man in heat. James came in his mouth which surprised him. This was the fastest he had ever came. Not even Washington was this quick. Could this Prussian man have an ability to make men cum fast? No because practically a quarter of men could do that. He might have some type of ability to control a man's body from the inside. Like some sort of fungus that preys on insects. Adolph turned James around and attacked his ass which the journalist moaned again. The way he's eating him reminded him so much of Moses but on a higher level. James had thought about that place that seems to come up when he's with a very skilled man but it seems like he can't see the place. The Prussian grabbed a hold of his cock and jerked him off roughly. Just as James was about to cum again, the smaller man suddenly loses the urge. Did Adolph do it? As he's pondering that thought, Adolph thrusted his cock inside of him causing him to yell out. He wasn't the biggest he's received but there was still something about this man that was on James' radar. Something that he wishes he could see more clearly. Adolph starting banging him mercilessly. James' eyes finally saw the plane but it was different. He saw himself being taken over a mountaintop by the Prussian man. What he was saw was Adolph not only taken complete control of his body but of his senses as well. Yes this was Adolph's ability: to take a man's body, mind, and spirit and make it his own during sex. That's why he couldn't sense anything about him or why he was much more subservient than usual. He could block out another man's abilities so he was nothing more than a doll. The more James develop his sexual prowess the more he discovers about the different abilities a man can posses when lying with his fellow man. James was at his mercy and the smaller man had to admit it. In the other world, Adolph picked James up and fucked him in the air. He kissed him thoroughly and sensually. The journalist had an idea that was crazy enough to work. Back in reality, Adolph banged James in the missionary position. The bed creaked so hard that the floorboards where shook.
"You're sooooo good!" said James.
"If I had a shilling for every man that has said that to me...Come here, mein Herr." said the Prussian. He grabbed James again and fucked him in the piledriver position. James had melted into the aura of this man but what he had in store for him was going to be revolutionary. Yes this will be his first time and he's not sure it'll even work but he'll attempt to do so. A few more minutes and Adolph lifted the journalist and fucked him on the wall. James had sensed the Prussian male's ability had reached complacency and so he let his guard down. That's when the smaller man striked. In the other plane, James took Adolph by the neck, pushed him on the hard ground and hopped on his cock. He put his hand on his pecs as it was clear that James was now in control. His aura overpowered the Prussian's.
'Bet you didn't see this coming, did you?' asked James.
'But how? Every man I've been with has given his body to me unconditionally.' said Adolph.
'Well let's just say that overconfidence is a horse's ass.' the journalist said. In the real world, James was hopping up and down while Adolph lied on the floor. The journalist now control the larger man's movements, stamina, and ejaculation. He was most definitely going to tell Moses of this new ability. The two lasted for another hour with James being the one to call the shots. Unfortunately the pressure in his balls told him that he was not going to last longer. Adolph banged him in the doggy position but on the smaller man's terms.
"I'm gonna..."
"Cum inside me. Fill my ass up with your Prussian seed!" said James. Adolph went an uncontrollable pace and unleashed his cum. James' cock also released its pint up semen. The journalist got off of him and ate the erupting member for the sweet nectar. A few more spurts and both of their cocks died down. The two men crashed onto the bed, sweating and panting.
"You...are...ze...the..best...man..I..have..ever...had. You are ze first one to break my control. How did you do it?" asked Adolph.
"Like I said: When you're so confident in yourself, another man can take if for himself." said James.
"Well, I suppose it's something I need to work on." said the Prussian. The two stayed like this for about 30 minutes when James thought Sarah would be back any minute. He got up and put back on his clothes and left the sleeping Prussian man. He went back downstairs.
"So how was he?" asked the tailor.
"Magnificent." said James.
"Well, I expect nothing less from my Sohn!" said the tailor. Just then, Sarah showed up.
"Well, it was nice talking to you, sir." said James.
"And to you, junge!" he told him. James and Sarah went outside to regroup.
"Well, what did he say?" asked Sarah.
"The tailor thinks Paine is right." said James.
"Well, I spoke to a merchant and he thinks Mr. Paine is wrong. And the women said that they think it's rubbish as well." she said.
"That's because you only interview rich Tories!" said James.
"I most certainly do not. We'll stop the next man we see and interview him together." said Sarah. They saw a Hispanic man pushing a wheelbarrow of pots and pans and approached him.
"Good day, sir. My fellow journalist and I seek your opinion." said Sarah.
"We'd like to know what you think of Common Sense." said James.
"I'm for it." said the man.
"You've read it?" asked Sarah.
"Hasn't everyone?" asked the man. James smiled not only at his words but his whole body. He had to admit he's always wanted to try a man from Spain or the Spanish colonies. He figured one quickie should suffice. Just then, a man who seemed to be of poor status came walking by.
"I wonder what he thinks of Common Sense? I bet it'll be much different and it'll prove that no matter the social standing, this whole thing is nonsense. I'll be back, James." said Sarah.
"Okay take your time." said James. He approached the man. "So you're for Common Sense as well? That's another one for our side."
"I know. I know. My family back home says it's rather poppycock." said the man.
"Where are you from?" asked James.
"Viceroyalty of New Spain originally. I lost my birth parents when I was only 4 and I was adopted by a Tory family from Philadelphia who was visiting the area and they took me in and raised me which is why I can speak English. I always thank God for them." he said. "And your name is James? Mine is Hector Hidalgo de la Iglesias but I prefer if people call me Hector."
"Well Hector, would you be interested in a little bonding time? Just for a quick minute?" asked James. Hector gave him a smile.
"Oh lad, I will always take some 'bonding time' from my fellow man." said Hector. "Do you have a place?" James scoured the street and saw a little tavern.
"Over there." he said. Hector and James went in that direction. They were greeted by a young boy.
"Welcome. Can we help you?" he asked them.
"Yes can we see your father?" asked James.
"Father, these two men call for you." said the boy. His father came along.
"Run along know, Elijah. What can I do for you, gentlemen?" he asked.
"Do you have a room where 'men can be men'?" asked Hector with a naughty look. The tavern owner smiled.
"Third door to your right. It doesn't have a bed thought." he said.
"That's ok and thanks." said James. He and Hector hurried along. Following the directions, they closed the door behind them. James attacked the Hispanic man with fervid abandon. Hector grabbed a hold of his lithe body and deepen the kiss. They instantly removed their clothes and both men had the same type of physique. James saw that Hector had a 9 inch cock which was thinner than his. Having had so many large ones, this one was going to be a piece of cake. The blonde man gobbled it up and gave him the usual magnificent blowjob causing Hector to moan but he tried to keep it down just in case women or children heard. Hector pushed his head further until he came in James' mouth.
"Hmmmm good. Now suck me off." he told him. Hector did as told. James thought about it and the last time he ever topped a man was almost a year ago and he never ever topped a single man by himself. Today that was going to change. He was going to show Mr. de la Iglesias that he was in charge and he's his bitch. His blowjob skills were definitely not up to James' prowess but it was adequate enough. He also grabbed his balls as well. James had thought that the man and Sarah's talk was about to be up so he had to finish this fast. "Get up and turn around!" The Latino obeyed. James instantly thrusted his cock inside of him. He nearly yelped at his thickness. It was the widest he's ever received. Just then a thought came to him.
"Have...you...had Ethan Allen before?" asked Hector. James bucked him in a fast and delirious pace.
"Oh...yes! He was by far the best man I've had and his skills with men are all true!" James yelled.
"I always wanted to have him!" said Hector.
"Don't worry, swain! You will!" the journalist yelled. He bucked him harder and harder which made the Latino moan even louder. A few more thunderous thrusts and James released his seed into Hector. He unleashed his seed as well with James jerking him off. A few more spurts and he was empty. The two men panted before putting back on their clothes and exiting the building.
"You were one of the best man I've had. Hope to see you again." said Hector as he gave him a kiss. He gathered his wheelbarrow and went off. Just in time for Sarah to meet back up with James.
"So what did the old man say?" he asked her.
"He said that Common Sense was Common Nonsense. He absolutely agreed with me despite his social order. He truly believes in the king and thinks Mr. Paine needs to go to an asylum. See James not everyone in the colonies who disagrees with Common Sense is wealthy!" exclaimed Sarah. "He also told me that he believes all this fighting is pointless!"
"Ok ok let's talk to some more people and hopefully you can change your mind!" said James. They saw another handsome man loading up his cart.
"Excuse me sir but we'd very much appreciate your views on Common Sense." said Sarah. "I'm proud to say I'm a successful man by virtue of my own labor. The men who work for me are paid a fair wage. We share mutual respect. But when I traveled to England on business, the rich avoid the eyes of the poor. The poor do likewise. Fearing the wrath of the wealthy. Whether my sons fare well or poorly in life, I will not have them fear another man's gaze. That's my opinion. And that's common sense." said the man as he rode off.
"And that's one more vote for independence!" said James proudly. Sarah had her scowl. Just then, she saw a family walking who seemed to be putting up posters. It said that Common Sense is hogwash.
"James, I'm going to interview that family. Maybe they can shed some light on this whole Common Sense debacle." she told him.
"Still not satisfied, eh?" asked James.
"Well sorry if I'm not as black and white as you." she said. She walked off from him and he decided to quickly run after the man.
"Excuse me, sir but I can't help but notice when you said men..."
"Oh well I do run a shipping business and it matters not to me whether a man has white or dark skin as long as he can work. This whole thing about slavery is utter nonsense and a great evil." he told him.
"I wholeheartedly agree." he said. "But um just want to know do the men who work for you..." the cart driver gave him a devious smirk.
"Oh believe me lad, we take every opportunity to 'connect' with each other and our fellow man. In fact, the men under my wing often go through a test to make sure they're sturdy. In addition, I also own an Adam inn." he told James.
"You own an Adam-" he saw two women walking. He quickly closed his mouth and got in the cart with him. "You own an Adam inn? I thought those were only in Europe." he said quietly.
"That I do, my boy. I decided to open one here so we colonial men could have the same pleasures as those huffpuffs over there." said the man.
"You are a godsend, sir. Um..."
"You'd like to exprience it for yourself is that right?" he asked. The man smiled. "Well, far be it from me to deny a noble and honest man such as yourself the joys of another man's embrace. We'll be there shortly. Oh and by the way? Your name?"
"James Hiller." he said.
"Ichabod Norwich." told the man. In about an hour, James and Ichabod arrived at his house (which was a lovely 2 story) and his inn (which was nearly the same size).
"Wow you really are successful!" said James.
"Yes my boy. All it takes is hard work and knowing that it is your own fortune. Not anyone elses. Also maybe a little tryst with a lord or two." said Ichabod. He lead James to the door of the inn.
"Password?" asked a voice.
"A boy has no stones but a man has a whole mountain." said Ichabod. The door opened and it revealed a nice looking interior with staircase and various rooms that are for...'activities'.
"Welcome, sir." said the man. He was a tall red haired man with a slight Scottish accent.
"We have to make sure no women or children find the place so that's why there's a password. My own wife and younger sons think it's an arts and craft society which it is to some degree. I have to make it seem like it's totally innocent. However, every man, including my eldest son knows this place is certainly where men can just be their natural selves. Exactly how they can be in England." Ichabod told James. He saw two men come outside from a room, one white one black, looking rather tired and sweaty and naked. "Oh yeah one more thing: You are required to leave your clothing at the door."
"Well then what are we waiting for?" asked James. He and Ichabod quickly remove their clothes and the journalist saw he was quite muscular with sizable arms and a chiseled chest and pecs. James licked his lips and went for Ichabod's mouth. The two men embraced quickly whilst moving upstairs.
"You know you can received the master room. It's where I personally deal with clients." he told him. Ichabod held him tight, kicked opened the door and closed it behind him. He was then attacked James on his large bed. The two simply entered a war of tongues with each other. James felt his well toned ass and the businessman did the same. The journalist felt their cocks at full mast.
"Let me taste you." he said to him. Ichabod moved so he could see it. It was a work of art at 14 inches long and 3 inches thick. James grabbed the large piece of meat and ate it accordingly.
"Well James I haven't had a man to take me all the way since Ethan Allen!" said Ichabod. James knew that the incredible sex god of a man could take down any man so he wasn't shocked in the least. He gave the businessman his best blowjob which cause the taller to moan. He also grabbed his balls. Harder and harder the taller flooded his mouth with his seed to which James ate it all up. Ichabod pushed James on the bed and sucked on him as well. He put his fingers in his mouth and his other fingers in his ass. He went faster as he did and he used his tongue more appraisingly. James soon came in his mouth.
"So did I do better than Ethan?" asked James.
"Well not really but you were close." said Ichabod.
"Well that's to be expected. I did have him in my loins after all." he told him.
"Let me guess: The best man you've ever received?" asked Ichabod.
"Yes and no. He definitely was for a 'meeting' but on a level of camaraderie and bonding no. I think Moses is the best. Also Washington." said James.
"I heard Washington is godly as well but um who is Moses?" asked the businessman.
"He works in Dr. Ben Franklin's print shop alongside me. He's a free man with sexual abilities of Eros from Greece. Just ask any man he's been with." said James.
"Well I will definitely see about this Moses. As I said before, James it matters not to me whether a man is white, black, Indian or other. I only see his work and character. And his body." he chuckled.
"Well I most certainly agree with the last part, Ichabod. Please take me!" exclaimed James. The businessman didn't need to be told twice. He held James and instantly thrusted his huge cock inside of him. "Could you pound me hard and fast? I think my friend is going to worry where I am."
"Of course, lad." said Ichabod. He pounded like a cannonball into him, making the bed creak with every thrust. James moaned very loudly. After having so many men, he could with 100 percent certainty sense a man's prowess. And he sensed that Ichabod was very much above average. Not on the tier of Washington or Allen but it was definitely close. Perhaps even better than Adolph. He could tell he didn't have the ability to cancel out a man's senses but he did have the ability to join his aura with his and create a new spectacular one. James saw himself in that place again and this time it was on an island. He could see the ocean for miles on end but he was focused on the businessman bucking him. Which he did. He held his head down and simply serrated him. James loved this type of dominance and he was always grateful for Moses for giving it to him and knowing when to stop when he's had enough. Ichabod turned him over and took him missionary style. James noticed that the positions in the Plane of Pleasure (as he calls it) are different than in the real world. Almost like a preview of what's going to happen next but with Ichabod it was like his movements in this world was the same as the real world. Whatever the case, James certainly was not complaining! After about an hour or so, James regained his sense of time and told Ichabod to finish. He could sense that the businessman certainly could go on and he's done it before but he was pressed. Ichabod thrusted into him rapidly to push himself over. Once he did, he unleashed his seed and helped James with his as well. Both men came for nearly a minute in which they tasted their nectar. The two crashed on the bed, sweating and panting.
"That was amazing!" said James.
"Boy, I cannot tell you how many times a man has said that." said Ichabod. James cuddled with him and Ichabod wrapped his muscled arms around him.
"So men can come here free?" asked James.
"Of course, lad. Pleasure is one of the things a man should have regardless of his background. It's one of the principals I instill in my sons and workers." said Ichabod. James smiled. The two rested for about a half hour when James said:
"Well it's been fun, Ichabod but I should really be going and get to Sarah. Despite her...tenacious nature, even she can't talk forever." said James. The businessman smiled.
"Well I can say that you were definitely in the top ten of the men I've had. I'll get you back into town in no time, son." said Ichabod. He and James got up, went downstairs and gathered their clothes. After another hour of riding, James said goodbye to Ichabod. Shortly after, Sarah arrived.
"So Sarah, how was the family?" he asked.
"Lovely bunch. They all agreed that Common Sense does lead to utter discord and barbarism. They even gave me some of their food." she said.
"I think at this point people are telling you what you want to hear and not what you need to hear." said James.
"Oh are you really that suspicious, James? What's wrong with people having perfectly reasonable views against Common Sense?" she asked.
"Well maybe ruling ourselves instead of listening to a chosen few for one." he retorted. She rolled her eyes. "We can discuss this later. Right now let's find Henri." he said.
"Well, he does know the streets better than we do? Why do we have to find him?" she asked while walking.
"Because Moses will need help printing more copies of Common Sense. Henri has a way of vanishing when there's work to be done." he said.
"Don't you ever worry about what all of this will lead to?" asked Sarah.
"Of course not. If I can't find Henri, it will lead to a lot more work for me. You're not talking about Henri, are you?" asked James.
"No. I mean this rebellion. This Tom Paine character telling people the king is a tyrant. If enough people believe him, the whole world could be turned upside down." she said. James thought about bursting into song for some reason.
"Sarah, don't be afraid. Be encouraged. As Tom says: We have a chance to begin the world anew. I can't think of anything more exciting." he said as he held her. He wished that his friend could see things the way he does. Then she would understand why so many people are risking their lives.
"All right. Why don't you search the docks for Henri and I'll head home to get supper ready." she told him. James walked off. "James, sometimes you're not as terrible as you are at other times." she told him. James gave her a smile. Night fell and James continued to look for the French boy as the docks turned up nothing. He tried to ignore the rats. 'Damn it, if that little eating machine doesn't turn up soon...' Just then, James heard his voice.
"Here they are, gentlemen. Come and get them!" He opened the door and saw Henri with tons of pamphlets.
"There you are, Henri. I've been looking all for you. What are you doing here?" asked James. He saw the men reading Common Sense which brought a smile to his face.
"I found a crateful. If you don't mind a little mud, they are not bad. Publisher sells them for one shilling. I'm getting two!" Henri exclaimed.
"Well that's great and we could really use-"
"There you are, Henri. James and I have been worried sick!" said Sarah as she came in. "You shouldn't be in this disreputable place where people are...reading Common Sense?"
"I thought you were home making dinner?" asked James.
"I was but I thought you could use more help finding Henri just in case." she said. "Henri, it's time to go!
"Hey, I've got customers here!" said Henri.
"I don't care. You need to get home right away!" she said as she grabbed him. "Aren't you coming, James?"
"I will. Maybe I just need to some space." said James.
"Fine then. Come along, Henri." she said. Once Sarah and Henri were out of sight and earshot, James sighed a big sigh.
"What a wench!" said a man.
"I know. She's worse than my wife!" said another man.
"And that's a whole lot of worse!" said his friend.
"Yes she's a pain but she's my pain." said James. "Well then, how's about you 'relax' with your fellow man?" asked the man sitting center from the table.
"Hey I remember you! You're the fisherman from the other night!" exclaimed James.
"That I am. And I told these men about you and they've been hot ever since." said the fisherman. "Abraham in particular."
"Abraham?" asked James.
"That'd be me, lad!" he said. He was a hunter and a frontiersmen. "And John usually tells tall tells but we've decided to trust him on this one."
"Have you had Indian men before?" asked James. The men laughed uproariously.
"Lad, I have so many Indian men that they've practically given me a name: Fast Fox." said Abraham. James smiled.
"Well then I think I'd be happy to relax with you gentlemen." said James.
"Excellent. And I'll be skipping this one since you've already had me. But it'll be a nice show." said John. James nodded his head. The men all removed their clothing. James saw that Abraham certainly had the body of a hunter with thick pecs and a light frosting of hair with a very solid six pack. Abraham grabbed James for a slovenly kiss. He felt his hard body and rapidly hardening cock. Abraham did the same. After a while, the hunter pushed James on the ground and took his cock in one gulp. James remembered Captain Parker telling him all the techniques Indians have when it came to pleasing men. One from the Algonquin tribe was to eat a man's cock completely and swirl your tongue around it. That was exactly what Abe was doing. And if his friends are to be believed, he does it quite well!.
"Abe's not the only one who can make men quiver, lad." said an auburn haired male. "The name's Daniel and my specialty is my tongue and fingers." He kissed James and fingered his nipples and join his hands with Abe. The hunter then fingered James' ass while Daniel deepened his kiss with the blonde male. James had wondered if they masturbated to the thought of having him for a fun time. The journalist could feel the pressure already building up in his balls. This Abraham was something else. He came in his mouth to which the hunter ate it all up.
"Wow." said James.
"Yes. Daniel, turn his arse over." said Abraham. Daniel did as told and the hunter attacked his bottom. Something he learned from the Mohawk tribe was to keep semen in his mouth and put it inside a man's ass. James could feel his own cum going inside of his body.
"Those Indians really are the horniest men alive, aren't they?" he asked James.
"I once did two Conestoga men who showed me how to take your own cock. I'd say a big yes to that, lad." said another brown haired man. He came over and sucked James' cock while Daniel thrusted his 9 inch cock down James' throat. He grabbed James' head and forcefully used his head as a pleasure ball.
"You were right, John. This one's got a lot of spunk and a lot of energy." said Daniel.
"And you boys still don't trust me." said John.
"OK we will from now on." said a light brown haired man. He sucked on John's cock and fondled his balls. A few minutes later, Abraham started fucking James and the journalist came again inside of the brown haired man's throat.
"Barnabas, come bang this lad with me." said Abraham. Barnabas positioned his 11 inch cock alongside the hunter's and stuffed it in. The two men continued.
"You like getting taken by two men, don't you, laddie?" asked Daniel.
"Yes! It's my favorite position of all time!" exclaimed James.
"Mine too." said Daniel. He left him to go join his friends who instantly DP'd him. Another blackish brown haired man came over and inserted his cock in James' mouth. These boys certainly were going to give the journalist all they've got. After about an hour, John's entire gang had their way with James and he came exactly 3 times.
"I say, lad. You've lasted much longer than any man I've had, even the Mohawk warriors." said Abraham as he bucked him again. "But me and this men have had it. We're going to rain on you, understand?" The hunter thrusted harder and harder until he came for the final time into and onto James. The other men came too. Soon after James released another cumshot. The men were panting, sweating and crashing.
"Best...mate...ever!" said Barnabas.
"Yes. He does. And you know the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph." said a voice.
"Who goes there?" asked John. The figure from the darkness revealed to be Thomas Paine.
"Tom...Tom Paine?" asked James. Tom gave him a headshake.
"Might I say, James that you are indeed one of the best men I've seen in action." said Tom.
"Thank you." said James.
"But as I promised you, it is my turn for fun. You gentlemen might want to step back and watch a real master at work." said Thomas.
"You wouldn't be Thomas the Piler, would you?" asked John.
"I offer nothing more than simple facts, plain arguments, and common sense." said Thomas with a smile on his face. He winked at James who winked back. He removed his clothing. Seeing him up close and personal, he was seeing that Thomas not only radiating in his fiery words but his aura was well. James could tell Thomas really deserved his nickname. "Well my boy what are we waiting for?"
"Oh you bet." said James. The two men kissed passionately. Thomas grabbed the boy in his arms and already fingered his ass. James moaned into his mouth. You'd think after experiencing hundreds of fingers in him, two more wouldn't make the slightest difference but no, Thomas had that Midas' touch. What James had read from Dr. Warren's journals was that some men possessed the ability to make another man succumb by fingering no matter how many times he's received it. Could it be from his rhetoric or his nickname? Whatever it was, James was definitely moaning more than when he's usually being fingered. They broke for air. "That was so good."
"Suck me." said Thomas. James grabbed his cock, ate it and fondled his balls. He was doing, in Thomas' mind, much better than the rest of the lot. He even moaned at the fellatio. He pushed James' head further and further and the younger male grabbed his ass. Thomas came inside of his mouth and while he is used to hearing this, Thomas' cum was by far the tastiest. Tom grabbed James and took his cock. While his Piler nickname is deserved from taking many men in his ass, he also is known for his amazing blowjob skills which may give him adage to his persona. James had thought since Thomas is well-versed in lying with men, he should be able to communicate telepathically.
'Tom, can you hear me?'
'Yes I can hear you.'
'I can see why you're called Piler. Not just taking it but giving it as well'
'James, when it comes to men, I hold absolutely nothing back. If not with my words then definitely my body. The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.'
'So great, sir. I wish my friend thought differently of Common Sense.'
'Ah yes the English lass. I have a feeling she will. Women think differently but as they will, like men, come to see the evils of monarchy. The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark.'
'Well said. Well said. So um how many men have you had?' Thomas flipped James over and fucked him.
'Mmmm if I had to give a rough estimate, I'd say about 45,000.'
'Amazing! Have you had Ethan Allen?'
'Yes, lad. And let me say that he was the first and only man who managed to dominate me.'
'So is it also true that in Paris you took 400 men in a single setting and only came once?'
'Yes it is true! Europe may be a continent with inane governments but the men know how the party!' Thomas fucked him harder. That plane James sees from time to time was back. This time he was in a beautiful forest. Thomas took him on a tree. And banged him to his hearts content. What was different about this vision other than location is that while James and Thomas had the same wavelength, they were having different visions. Thomas was envisioning taking James out on to see in the missionary position. It must come with the Piler's ability. The hotheaded critic took the journalist on for another hour. He could certainly go for a few more but he could sense that the younger man needed rest after taken an entire tavern full of men. Or at least his companions don't come looking for him. He really hoped Moses would come as it would lead to a fun threesome. But Thomas knew he had these men in a daze.
"The blonde fella's had all of us and still has energy for more? He really must have a stamina only God could provide." said Abraham.
"I don't know, Abe. Don't those Indian boys have plenty of spark in them?" asked John.
"Yeah but not like this." said Abraham. Thomas pounded harder into him until he came inside. One thing Thomas liked to do was leave his mark in men. After he was emptied of his reserves, he waited until the cum dissipated in his body. Once it did, he pulled out panting slightly.
"Well, it's been fun, gentlemen but we really must be going!" said Thomas.
"We do? I mean yeah we do." said James. Abraham came over and gave him a kiss.
"I hope to have you again soon, boy." he told him. James smiled as he and Thomas dressed and left the tavern.
"So how was I, Mr. Paine?" asked James.
"Way better than most men I see. And that's quite a lot. I can sense you have a lot of stamina and will no doubt tire me out like Ethan." said Thomas. "But I wanted to get out of there. Something about that place just rubbed me the wrong way however it's thrilling to see people finally waking up to their common sense."
"I know. It's marvelous. But I better go before Sarah and Henri come look for me and find out about the secret between men." he said. Thomas ruffled his head.
"Right all right. I'll be seeing you." Thomas said giving him a kiss. James decided to quickly hurry home.
A few nights later, the streets of Philadelphia were unusually buzzing with people at this hour. Maybe because of Common Sense's inspirational rhetoric to cause people to think rather than follow. James and Henri were walking, enjoying the fresh night air.
"Why are we out here when we could be at home eating apple pie?" asked Henri.
"I wanted to listen to the night." said James.
"We have night at home. And did I mention the pie?" asked the French boy. James shushed him. He heard a couple of men talking.
"It's not about rich men fighting other rich men for more. It's about us. But we don't need a king. We can rule ourselves with laws of our own making. Tis not against anyone. Tis is a struggle for a new way of being!"
"They're all reading Common Sense because it makes sense!" said James.
"I'll say! I made three pounds!" said Henri.
"Don't tell me: You haven't read it?" asked James.
"I read the cover." said Henri.
"It's worth reading more." said Sarah as she approached the boys.
"I thought you weren't going to read it." said James.
"Well, I thought I should at least know what I'm arguing against. Look!" she pointed to a man putting up posters. "Mr. Paine wanted opposing views. Well he's got them now."
"Let's get his story!" said James.
"Mr. Mayweather?" asked a man.
"Yes father?" asked the man putting up the posters.
"You need to pick up the pace if we're going to get these up before dawn! And if we ever get our hands on the scoundrel who wrote this treason against reason, I'll tar and feather him myself!" said Mr. Mayweather's father.
"I've got to warn Tom!" said James.
"We've got to warn him!" said Sarah.
"I thought you were against him?" asked Henri.
"I...Well I..."
"Hold that thought, Sarah. You and Henri warn Tom immediately! I'll deal with these two. They may lead other Tories on the hunt." said James.
"But how will you-"
"I use the magic of Common Sense. It may not look good on paper but in the mouths of the enlightened, it should be more convincing!" said James.
"All right. Please be careful." said Sarah.
"Don't worry. I will! Now go!" he said to her. Sarah and Henri quickly hurried to Tom while James hurried to the father and son pair. "Excuse me, do you need any help putting up those posters?"
"Ahh yes. Me and my son need more loyal subjects of the crown to stamp out this...balderdash!" said the older man.
"Well I'll be happy to help and I'll tell you who wrote this pamphlet, Mr. Mayweather is it?" asked James.
"Oh well my name is Lucius and my son here is Walter." said Lucius.
"Nice to meet you, I'm James Hiller and I'm a journalist who would love nothing that to publish the author to bring him to justice!" said James.
"Ahh good. Now if you would be so kind to tell us the author and we'll be on our way." said Lucius.
"Well before I do, I was wondering if you two would be up for a little "fun" in exchange for my information?" asked James. Lucius looked at his son and they both smiled at James.
"Dear boy, there's not a man on Earth who wouldn't be up for "fun" with his fellow man. I've been teaching Walter all of my tricks and taken him to the best Adam's inns across England. Oh and when I find that rabble, you can bet I'll interrogate him like the king's soldiers do with all criminals." said Lucius.
"Well then, where do you two want to have this?" James asked.
"That tavern over there. Me and my father were at it the other day when we thanked a wainwright for his services." said Walter. The three men went inside and the tavern owner pointed them to the upstairs room. It was well lit with five candles and a bed with a Bible.
"Walter, remove that Bible. We don't want the Lord's word to be desecrated now do we?" asked Lucius.
"Yes, father." said Walter. As soon as it was out of sight, it was time to get down to business. "Who should go first?" James answered his question by kissing him.
"Ahh now let's see how this lad holds up." said Lucius quietly. James and Walter quickly removed their clothes. Walter had a built that was similar to James and his cock had hardened to 8.5 inches. James continued to kiss him and held both of their cocks. Walter grabbed his nipples and abdomen. The journalist felt a large amount of ting. James could sense that despite teaching his son his tricks, Walter is destined to take it rather than give it and it seemed he was okay with that. James grabbed his and pushed him on the bed. He kissed his collarbone and his lower body and takes his cock in his mouth causing Walter to moan. James put his fingers in his mouth and ass. The dark blonde remembered his father saying something about really salivating a man's fingers. He gave them the best licking he could. Walter might not ever top, but damn he sure knows how to please the lucky man who takes him. James sucked harder and harder until he came inside of his mouth.
"Yummy. You have such delicious cum." said James.
"Thank you. Most men tell me that." Walter said. James thought about repeating how Moses took Captain Hodges.
"Very nice, boy. Now let's see you handle me." said Lucius. James saw he had a very muscular physique somewhat akin to Moses with a long and thick 14 inch member with lime sized balls. Nothing surprised the journalist anymore and he instantly took it down his gullet. "My word, every man takes at least a full minute before being able to consume me. You're the first who's done it forthwith. I'll bet you'll be the best." James was going to prove to this Tory just how right he was. He fondled his balls and sucked on him so hard he literally went back and fell on the floor. James rubbed his pecs and abs, trying to elicit more moans from him. Walter made himself useful and ate James' ass and jerked him off. The journalist continued to suck on him when Lucius came. It was much more than his son and while it wasn't as sweet it was more tangy. James thought it made it more delectable. "Walter, stop sucking." His son did as told. Lucius grabbed James and attacked his hole and then prodded his dick before inserting. Having taken so many thick ones, it made James much less susceptible to having that first time feel a man experiences when he is penetrated. He was now waiting to see how much this Tory can bring it. Lucius wasted no time in being rough and forceful. Sorta like the older man knew James was a patriot and is just playing them for a good fuck. But to the average man, a fuck is a fuck no matter the ramifications.
"What do you want me to do now, father?" asked Walter. Sad but true: He definitely was going to make a nice cum dumpster in the future.
"Have James here take you." said Lucius. Walter obeyed and sat on his cock, forming a train. Lucius reached over and jerked his son off. Moans reverberated around the room and the pace of Lucius and James only increased. The older Tory then had another suggestion. "Walter, get up for a minute.
"What are you going to do?" asked the son.
"You'll see." said Lucius. He picked James up and fucked him while standing. He commanded Walter to come and licked his balls. The younger man grabbed his father's thick thighs and did as told. Lucius kissed James to know how he tasted. He had to say not bad at all. A few more minutes passed and Lucius was back to banging James on the bed. He ordered his son that he should watch and see how he takes a dirty colonial (which is something he already does on a consistent basis). He flipped the journalist over and took him in the missionary position. James wrapped his legs around his thighs and felt that thick muscled ass. Walter thought it was at least nice to see his dad loves him enough to let him view how he pleases men. Lucius then took James in the piledriver position and then up against the wall. For what seemed like two hours, the two were at their limit. James picked up from one of Dr. Warren's journals about a man using his aura to quicken his orgasm and while he's on the receiving end to another man. Sorta vampiric in nature. Lucius thrusted harder and harder until he released inside of James. "Walter come here."
"Yes, father?" he asked.
"Unleash yourself upon this boy." he told him. Walter jerked off quickly and came upon his face. Lucius did the same. Afterwards, both father and son were drained and spent. They crashed on the bed sweating and panting. "Well...I'll say...dear boy...you are one of the best men I've taken in a very long time." James smiled.
"Father, I'm tired. Is it okay if we sleep here tonight?" asked Walter.
"Sure, son. I've already had a deal with that tavern owner while we're here on these wretched shores." said Lucius. James looked at the father and son pair at near rest and decided to quietly vamoose his caboose out of there while they're distracted. Back outside, he quickly ran to Thomas Paine's dwelling to which he ran into Sarah and Henri.
"Sarah! Henri! Did you tell Tom?" he asked.
"We did but he decided that he'll meet his maker on his own terms." said Sarah.
"And he said that even if he goes, the idea of Common Sense will forever burn! What an inspiring man!" said Henri.
"Yeah, very inspiring." said James.
"Well, now that that's settled, let's hurry on home." said Sarah. James and Henri followed her. The blonde haired man thought if he was willingly going to be captured just for his words, he has bigger balls that most of the patriots in the colonies.
END OF CHAPTER XII