CHAPTER XV
July 9, 1776. Fort Sterling, Brooklyn Heights, New York.
On this slightly balmy summer day, Sarah, Henri and James were staying at the house of the Radcliffes, a prominent Tory family in New York. They were reporting on the reaction of independence in the city and witnessed the toppling of the statue of King George III (which Sarah calls foolish). In addition, they were also reporting on the arrival of the British fleet in New York harbor to which Washington had his hands full. To say his army was rather...disorganized and apathetic was putting it lightly. With the coming of far superior numbers and training they can only dream of, it seemed the war's conclusion was looking more and more certain each passing day. James and Sarah were in the Radcliffe's main room. Ms. Radcliffe had prepared tea for them.
"I thought you would be more comfortable eating here. Nowadays the streets are so unsafe." she said. James coughed at his clothing choices.
"This collar is unsafe." said James.
"I don't know where all those dreadful persons on the street came from. I've never seen them in this neighborhood before." said Mrs. Radcliffe. James slurped loudly only for Sarah to nudge him and mind his manners. "Out of town troublemakers would be my guess. As Mr. Radcliffe used to say, this rebellion business would soon get out of hand."
"I'm sorry I won't get to see Mr. Radcliffe this trip. My mother used to enjoy his stories." said Sarah.
"You said he's in...Canada?" asked James.
"Yes. Seeing to some timberland we're thinking of buying on the St. Lawrence. Well, I'm just glad the British fleet has arrived. The sooner General Howe puts things right, the sooner we can all get this silly revolution business over with and get back to normal." said Mrs. Radcliffe. James looked at Sarah.
"Oh boy." he said. Just then, a door opened. A young man about 22 years old came in.
"Yes what is it, Samuel?" asked Mrs. Radcliffe.
"Mother, weren't you supposed to be at market today? And tending to business with Mr. Dudley?" asked Samuel.
"Oh yes quite right. I'll be back shortly everyone." said Mrs. Radcliffe.
"And why don't you take Sarah with you? Give you some company." asked Samuel.
"Marvelous idea, Samuel. Miss Phillips, would you be so kind?" asked Mrs. Radcliffe.
"I suppose so. Actually, I would like to interview the soldiers in the streets. As I hear, the colonists are likely putting up much more of a fight." said Sarah.
"Oh believe me dear, they'll likely be put in their place soon." said Mrs. Radcliffe. She brushed herself off and went off with Sarah following her. The door shut. Samuel went by the windows to time his mother's progress. In a minute or two, she was off in her carriage along with Sarah. James smiled at him.
"I know why you wanted the women gone." said James. Samuel smiled back.
"Yes you do but I think we should wait until George Washington comes along. This'll be my first time having him. Have you exprience him before?" asked Samuel.
"Oh yes. He was most definitely the best man I've had. Rivaled only by Ethan Allen." said James.
"Ethan Allen. I'm still feeling his aura months after. We're in for a jolly good time then." said Samuel.
"Sure are." said James as he gave him a kiss. "Just a preview." In what seemed like no time at all, George Washington was at their door and in his gentlemanly fashion, knocked.
"Wait here." said Samuel. He went down stairs and greeted the majestic man. He gave him a kiss on the cheek and invited him in. James tried to keep a cool head as Washington expected his lovers to not act so jittery. Samuel and Washington soon entered the room.
"Ahh James it's so good to see you again." Washington said as he kissed his cheek.
"Likewise, sir. I really heard you've been giving the Redcoats-" James looked at Samuel and quickly shut his mouth.
"Oh don't worry James. I completely support the colonists. It's my blasted parents who are the Tories." said Samuel.
"Well that's a relief." said James. "No offense but your mother's really an..."
"Insufferable wench? Yes I'm well aware." said Samuel. James laughed.
"This is quite amusing, gentlemen but um can we get to the cravings of the flesh? I do have an army to command after all." said Washington.
"Yes sir!" said James and Samuel in unison.
"Ok then who's first?" asked Washington.
"Samuel, you go first since I already been." said James. He gave him a silenced thank you and went to Washington. The large general took him and planted his lips upon his, instantly taking control of his whole body. Samuel wrapped his arms around George's muscled frame and the two men slinked onto the couch. Mr. Hiller looked with much interested as his breeches tightened. George soon parted ways.
"Wow. That was just...just..."
"Indescribable? That's only one of the words used to describe the great George Washington." said James. George smiled and grabbed James for a kiss. He felt that magnificent tongue again and for his godly hands to make him feel like an angel. James, being the naughty type, felt Washington's ass. It was as sinewy and beefy as he remembered. A perfect strand of saliva formed between their parting lips. Washington really was on top of everything.
"I can't wait anymore!" said Samuel. He removed his clothing and he possessed a fair build on par with James. His cock was a respectable 9 inches.
"Nice. Very nice." said Washington as he unfastened his garments as well. Samuel looked in awe at the naked George Washington. It was the same look that so many men had given him. A body borne straight out of legends. What really blew his mind was the incredible 18 inch long thick monster of a cock attached to the magnificent general.
"Ohhh my...God. Mr. Washington, I have never seen any man that big before!" said Samuel.
"How many men have you had?" asked Washington.
"At least well over 300." said Samuel. Washington gave him an approving nod. James came over and comforted him.
"Hey, his body amazed me first as well. But I find pleasuring him is much more substantial than looking at him dumfounded." said James. Samuel shook his head and grabbed Washington's huge cock and attempted to engulf the entire thing. Unlike James, Samuel hasn't had anything even close to Washington's size so to say his mouth was stretched to its limit was a bit of an understatement. And it was only the head! He pressed on until he reached about halfway of the colossal phallus. Saliva poured down in an attempt to lessen the ache. Both James and George could sense that Samuel could not go on any further. The younger man grabbed Washington's perfectly sculpted bare ass and hoping his poor outstretched mouth could provide him the pleasure he's so accustomed to. Samuel went up and down, trying to ignore the fact that he could barely breathe. He fondled Washington's huge balls. James decided to be part of the action by eating the big man's ass. Washington moaned more from James than Samuel. He thought the Radcliffe boy did good but he just couldn't do it. Samuel put his hands on his massive thighs and forced himself off of him. He was breathing heavily. "Are you Ok?"
"Yes...It's just...that...he's...so..." Washington approached him.
"Dear boy, if I had a cannon for every man that tells me that, I could've won this war already." he said as he soothed his panting partner. "Are you ready for me to take you?"
"Yes. I am!" Samuel said with gusto. James didn't know how but maybe Washington also had the ability to make any man his love slave by controlling his mind. There was simply nothing the illustrious general couldn't do in the sheet. Washington lifted him and put him on the couch. He carefully position himself and gently inserted his cock. Samuel's mouth turned into an O. George pressed on and Mr. Radcliffe screamed at his hole being stretched and filled to capacity. James took a hold of him and kissed him to take his mind off the pain.
'Thank you, James. I often have to use the spot on most men.' Washington told him telepathically.
'The spot?'
'It's that place in a man's body where his aura, prowess, and conscience connect. It's different for every man'
'And you have the ability to sense where it is?'
'Maaaaybe?' Washington was fully sheathed into Samuel and gave him time to adjust to having such a large penis in him.
"Mr. Washington, please move now!" said Samuel. Washington obeyed his request and started at a commendable pace: not enough to go crazy but not enough to feel uninterested. James kissed Washington again and felt those magnificent abs. They were so hard and yet not like a rough peak but a smooth diamond. He thought that he could give Moses a run for his money in the ab department. Washington bucked his young suitor harder, jerking off his hard dick in the process. Balls slapping against skin reverberated around the room. So did the cacophony of moans emanating from the mouth of Samuel.
"You know, Samuel you're almost as good as your father!" said George.
"Ugh! Really?" he asked him.
"Yes. He really knew how to moan." George responded. James sat on Samuel's face so he could lick his ass. The blonde admit that the Tory's son had a really good tongue. James and Samuel jerked their respective cocks, leading to both men cumming at the same time.
"I'll leave you alone with Washington for a while." James whispered in his ear. With that being said, Washington picked up the younger man and fucked him while standing. Samuel held on to his strong back and the general pumped him faster. He led him against the wall where the wood nearly scratched Samuel's back. James was taken by the ferocity of Washington but at the same time it was like a king taking his servant. Regal but rough.
'Should Washington become king?' James thought. An hour had passed and Samuel was getting ready to orgasm for the fourth and final time. Washington thrusted into him with far more ferocity than before and he unleashed his semen inside of him which quickly overflowed and some fell on the couch. Samuel's Samuel's cock then exploded its own load. Washington pulled out allowing a deluge of cum to pool out. Samuel's cock spurted its final shots before deflating. The Radcliffe's son panted his lungs off and collapse on the couch, hoping his mother would stay out longer.
"Mr. Washington, you are by far the best man to ever grace my loins!" said Samuel. It was clear that he was tired beyond belief.
"Thank you. And I believe it's your turn, James." said Washington. The journalist didn't needed to be told twice. He nearly tripped himself running to Washington. The larger man wasted no time and simply thrusted into James doggy style. James felt that wonderful feeling he's been missing for months. He also thought that every man who had Washington would kill to do it again. George continue to pound into him. Samuel was amazed that he still had stamina to completely make another man his. If only the young Tory offspring knew. In another hour, Washington had banged James into the piledriver position, missionary, and T-squares. Samuel had remarked that his mother was finishing up at the market and this needed to end. In addition, Washington had to get back to his army so he finished thrusting into James before unleashing his tsunami of cum inside of him. The place that James goes to while on Cloud 9 will have to wait. Washington pulled out of James and came on his face while the journalist opened his mouth to taste the lovely nectar. A few more shots and George was dry. James panted alongside the composed general.
"So how was I this time?" asked James.
"Excellent as always, James. Although we were pressed for time." said Washington. "And you were adequate, Samuel. Maybe have a few more men."
"Thank you, sir." said Samuel. He just now fully recovered his stamina.
"You're welcome and I must bid you adieu, gentlemen." said Washington as he put back on his clothes. He both gave them a nod and a bow as he left the room and the house. He then hurried off in his carriage.
"I wonder if his coachman ever had him." said Samuel.
"Of course. Why else would he wait for Washington to finish his dealings with men?" asked James as he and Samuel got dressed. They aired the room with a bit of incense. Soon after, Mrs. Radcliffe and Sarah had returned.
"Ahhh Samuel, did you have a good time with Mr. Hiller?" she asked. He shot James a grin.
"Yes I did, mother." said Samuel.
"Well I'm glad. Me and James must really be going now. Who knows what trouble Henri has gotten himself into?" asked Sarah. James nodded in agreement and got up. "It's been fun, Mrs. Radcliffe. We really have enjoyed your company."
"Likewise, dear. Please don't get caught up in the foolish rebels' cause." she said to them. James swear he wanted to tell her off but decided against it. An hour later, James and Sarah were walking along the path.
"Why were you making those faces at Mrs. Radcliffe?" asked Sarah.
"I couldn't stand it. Seeing to some timberland we're thinking of buying along the St. Lawrence." he said mocking her accent.
"Stop that. It's impolite." said Sarah.
"I saw a list of Tories at General Washington's headquarters. Mr. Radcliffe's name was on it." said James.
"You don't mean the army is going after private citizens?" asked Sarah.
"No but some other private citizens might. And I think Mr. Radcliffe and some of his friends thought it best to leave until things blow over." said James.
"I don't think things will blow over soon if our Henri has anything to do with it." she said watching their young charge marching to the beat of a group of reveille makers. One wrong note had caused them to bump into each other.
"Hey careful!" said Henri. James and Sarah laughed.
"Sometimes I think Henri believes this is all just a big party for his benefit." said Sarah.
"Uh Sarah don't look now but I think someone has his eye on you." said James. They noticed the young blonde man looking at her, smiling.
"Oh don't be foolish." she said completely embarrassed. She ran away quickly as possible. The young man saw his chance.
"Awfully busy, isn't she?" asked the man.
"Yes she thinks she's a journalist." said James. Sarah looked at them.
"Miss allow me to introduce myself. I am Udney Wolff Hutchison from Milford, Connecticut. My comrades in arms and I have arrived to defend this city, and ladies such as yourself, from the cruel vindictive English." said Udney.
"I am English myself sir. Does that make me cruel and vindictive as well?" asked Sarah.
"Uhhh...I was only repeating terms some of our rougher members commonly used to refer to the enemy. Whether they are cruel and vindictive or gentlemen, they are soldiers, and I offer my strong arm for your protection." said Udney. Just as he was about to kiss her hand with obvious annoyance from James, a man looking to be his superior looked at him quite pissed and tapping his feet. It was an obvious message to get his ass over here now. "Forgive me. Duty calls!" he then went back to his platoon.
"You've got to be kidding. Didn't he say his name was ugly?" he asked in an insulting tone.
"It was Udney and you know it." she said. A few hours had passed and James and Henri had ventured into upcountry to observe the battle. Washington had anticipated an attack by the British and the Hessians and he strategically planned a counterattack. While Henri was off goofing with the soldiers, James wanted to get every bit of the action for the paper. James had heard of Washington's plans (while ignoring the subtle dark looks of his generals regarding his earlier 'activities' with the man). Afterwards, he caught up with Lord Stirling, a noted general in Washington's army.
"Lord Stirling! I wonder if I could ask you a few questions?" asked James.
"Yes, General Washington told me about you. Franklin's apprentice." said Lord Stirling.
"Does it bother you that a good portion of the enemy is made up of Hessians?" asked James.
"Well son, the enemy is the enemy. Whether they're British troops or German mercenaries hired to fight by the British." said the older man.
"But to have no other reason to be here than to fight for money? No cause, no country, no freedom at stake-it doesn't seem right!" said James.
"I think you'll find they have as many reasons to be here as we do." said Stirling. "But let's focus on another matter."
"What's that, sir?" asked James.
"Washington tells me that you're very good with men. And I mean veery good." Stirling said suggestively. James gave him a similar amorous smile.
"Yes. Yes I am. Sir." he told him.
"Well then, James. I'd like to try out your prowess." said Stirling.
"Well, I'd be happy to. But how are you with men?" asked James.
"Well James, I've had at least 5,000, including dozens of noblemen back in my homeland of Scotland. And the Hessians really know how to please their fellow man." said Stirling. "i should know. I've been with many of them, including several fighting for the British."
"I suppose you give your employees a 'test'" said James.
"James, you should know that's almost a prerequisite amongst men." Stirling said. "Enough chatter. Into the house." James followed him as said. The young journalist couldn't help but noticed that Stirling was very handsome, like extremely handsome. In fact, he was just as handsome as Ethan Allen.
"Lord Stirling, have you had Washington before?" asked James.
"Yes I have. And he was the best. After Mr. Ethan Allen." he told him. James was confident that there was not a man who Ethan haven't done. James and Stirling reached his bedroom which was just as extravagant as Washington's, if a little bit more French-inspired. Stirling smashed his lips upon James and quickly removed his clothes. In a flash, he was naked.
"Ahh straightfoward are we?" asked James.
"Well son, in these times you have to be, especially when dealing with the enemy." said Stirling. He also removed his clothing, revealing his very muscular physique and flaccid cock. James deducted he was a little bit thinner than Washington and he was a grower not shower (the best kind of men in his opinion). Stirling came over and continue to kiss him fervidly, reaching down to his neck, chest, abdomen and finally his cock. He took it all in and fondled his balls. You'd think James could handle any man now but leaders like Stirling often always offer something new to the journalist. In this case, Stirling not only fingered James' hole, but used his fingers like a pair of scissors and figurately chopped it like paper. This cause James to moan out. Stirling sucked on him faster and continue to scissor his hole. He sensed James was about to cum. "Now now we can have you releasing now can't we? Not before you suck on me."
"Lord Stirling, can you-"
"Halt a man's cumming cycle? Yes yes I can." he said to him. James smiled and wondered when he does release, it will literally cover the whole floor. The journalist grabbed the lord's huge, thick 15 inch cock with a large and opaque head. It looked like John Parker's except more veiny. He grabbed the massive slab of meat and instantly gobbled it up. "My James, no man has taken me completely, except for Washington and Allen." James didn't waste time and simply sucked on him in his usual motion. He soo wished he could've paid attention to Moses' blowjobs more so he could do that trick he forgot about. James grabbed Stirling's muscled ass and went faster. The older man moaned in complete pleasure. This young boy was definitely one of the best mouths he's had. A few minutes later and Stirling unleashed his cum inside of his mouth for which James ate it all. He had the sweetest cum he's ever tasted.
"Did anyone ever tell you that your cum is like the most delicious honey?" asked James.
"Yes. Just about every man I come across. Now get on the bed." said Stirling. James did as told and the older man grabbed his ass and ate it. He felt his tongue in his mouth but his ass was a different story. He didn't think about it but maybe a man can have project different levels of pleasure when they're licking on different body parts. He wonders if he's as good with his toes. Speak of the devil, the lord took his meaty toes, savoring each one like an apple. Then he lined his cock up with James' hole and inserted it. James felt quite a sting that caused him to moan out. Stirling instantly started thrusting into a steady motion and grabbing his cock. He knew that James has had multitudes of men so he went as fast as he could, making the bed creak with ever thrust. Both men now moaned in unison. Stirling was sure that James would be nearly as good as Washington. He lifted him and fucked him in the missionary position. James wrapped his legs around that ass and locked lips him again. James sensed an enticing aura from Stirling. Maybe it was his Scottish heritage? As Scotsman are known world over for being insatiable lovers. James saw that he was even in the Scottish highlands, with Stirling still banging James in the missionary position. He imagined that a group of horny kilt wearers were jerking off to the show. Something inside James came over him and he pushed the larger man on the ground. He was taking charge (even if its only in his mind). He hopped on his cock and held on to his thick pecs. Stirling held him tight and moved in tandem along with him. ack in the real world, Stirling fucked him while standing, his balls smacking him so hard that it literally stung. But it was the good kind of stung. An hour and a half and Stirling decided to let them both cum. The lord not only had the ability to stop men from cumming but he had the ability to actually control a man's entire ejaculation and reproductive cycle. He put him back on the bed and thrusted into him rapidly to push himself over the edge. He unleashed his cum inside of James and let James finally release. Semen was being splattered everywhere and adding on Stirling released the rest of his copious cum reserves on James. A few more spurts and he was empty. He and James were sweaty and panted heavily.
"That...was..."
"You...don't have to say..it, lad. I know it was amazing! You're the best man I've had since Washington and Allen." said Stirling. James smiled. Just as he was about to cuddle, he saw several men approach his estate with their horses. "Well this has been fun, James but we really should be getting dressed."
"Sooooo any chance to invite those men for..."
"I appreciate your stamina and we will certainly try this if we meet again but business before pleasure, lad. Besides, I've already had all of them." said Stirling as he put back on his clothes. James got up and did the same. They soon rushed downstairs and outside. "Hello gentlemen, I have a special mission in mind. I need volunteers." Stirling looked at James writing in his notepad. "Paid...volunteers." The journalist was spooked as he didn't learn his lesson as he thought. Hours later, night fell and James was sitting with some soldiers that Lord Stirling had paid to get their story on why sully themselves with money when freedom is at stake. Cannonfire from the harbor could be heard far into the woods.
"Looks like General Sullivan was right about the attack. It's way over there by Gowanus Swamp." said a soldier.
"Um I was wondering, why did you take money from Lord Stirling? I thought Hessians were the only ones who fight for money. We fight for a cause!" said James.
"James, I believe in our cause as much as the next man. But I haven't been paid in a long time. Everyone needs a few coins, and goodness knows Lord Stirling has enough to spare. Believe me, there's not enough money on Earth to make men face fire like that, but they're doing it and my time will come." he told him.
"Ok, I don't agree but I can understand." said James.
"I'm glad you do." said the soldier. "But another thing Mr. Hezekiah Mifflin."
"Yes?" asked Hezekiah.
"Lord Stirling mentioned in addition to money, men are also encouraged to go into battle after having a 'meeting'." said James. Hezekiah gave him a wild grin.
"Yes, James. I have had many meetings from my employers to convince me to go into battle. And also from my generals." he said.
"Even Washington?" asked James.
"No but God knows I will have him one day!" said Hezekiah.
"Lord Stirling also mentioned that he's had you before." said James.
"Yes and let me tell you, James. He was the best man to ever grace my loins." said Hezekiah.
"Well, Mr. Mifflin how's about this: Would you be willing to give me your every word for the Pennsylvania Gazette if I give you my body?" asked James. Hezekiah smiled and gave him a kiss.
"Lad, I don't need any incentive to have a good time with other men." said Hezekiah. James smiled.
"Well less talking and more removing our clothes." he said. Hezekiah took the smaller man for a rough and rumble kiss and pushed him on the ground. He wrapped his strong arms around his lithe frame. James knew that the British were on the prowl and the thought of being discovered like this was so enticing to both of them. In fact, Hezekiah had hoped the soldiers would join in on the fun. James quickly removed his clothes and Hezekiah did the same. James admired the taller man's muscular form. Not as buff as Washington, Allen, or Stirling but more than him. He felt his taut abs and pecs.
"No...I'm taking you first." said Hezekiah. He picked him up and kissed his chest and grabbed his cock. He then took him in one gulp while pinching his nipples. James could sense Hezekiah definitely can back up his claim about being highly 'professional' with men. James' moaned in the cool crisp night. He had hoped Henri couldn't hear lest he give the French boy a heart attack. Later, Hezekiah attack James' hole and continuing to jerk him off. Damn his tongue knew how to completely subdue a man. A few more minutes of eating him out, James came in his hand. "Mmmm James your seed is very delicious-a mix of salt and ale and honey."
"Thanks. Now let me suck you off." he said. James grabbed Hezekiah's 11 inch cock and took it all in. He also grabbed his balls. The taller man moaned out and was back into a tree. James grabbed his ass and continued to suck faster. Hezekiah had one of the best asses he ever felt and he was going to make the most of it. He also felt that his legs were very thick as well. Hezekiah was definitely the paragon of a soldier. James sucked harder and harder until Hezekiah came in his mouth. The blonde swallowed it all.
"Very good, James. Get up." he said. Hezekiah grabbed James, pushed him to a tree and thrusted into him instantly. He was not going to be gentle as he is usually with men, he's going to be hardcore. Not only because they were pressed for time but he knew that James had much more exprience than him so he could finally let it all out. He went as his fastest pace possible and grabbed James' hair. The journalist moaned louder than before. It seemed that speed was Hezekiah's forte. "You like it when men take you like this?!"
"Yes! Yes! I do!" James yelled.
"Who's a nice swain?!" asked Hezekiah again.
"I am! I AM NOTHING BUT A SWAIN!" said James.
"Yes! YES! BUCK ME HARDER!" yelled James.
"Oh you know it!" said Hezekiah. He pounded into James with such force the tree was about to bend. A half hour had passed and Hezekiah lifted James and pounded him up on the tree. James had to admit, the bark was actually good for his back. He could see the hundreds of frontiersmen enjoying themselves with it. Or use it as a sex toy. Hezekiah kissed him roughly to establish dominance. James held his well carved back and the bucking continued. An hour later, James and Hezekiah were nearing the end of their tryst. James was hopping upon the brown haired man's cock and was ready to release for the third time.
"I'm about to-"
"Cum with me!" yelled Hezekiah. The two men moaned in unison as they finally released their copious amounts of semen. The white liquid that erupted from their cocks was pouring on the ground like water. James got up and taste Hezekiah's cum again. After nearly a minute, their cocks died down. Cum covered the entire patch of ground from where they had their lovemaking. Both men panted heavily and let the cool air relax them.
"Looks like the British and Hessians would get a very lovely surprise if they come here." said James.
"Yeah. They'd probably be mad that they missed it." said Hezekiah. "I heard from one of my generals that the British also recruit Hessians the old-fashioned way."
"Well, if I ever get caught by the Hessians, I'd love to see their 'methods of intelligence gathering'." said James. Hezekiah laughed and ruffled his hair.
"We better get dressed." said the brown haired soldier. James did as told just in time for the sound of hooves galloping and neighing. "That's a rider. Coming fast, too!" He grabbed his musket.
"British regulars! They're right behind me!" said the rider.
"Lord Stirling was right! They're using Jamaica Road for an attack!" said James.
"Come on!" said Hezekiah. James got on and the horse took off. He tried to ignore the slight discomfort of riding and having been banged for nearly two hours. After a night and an intense day of battling, the patriots were indeed tired and battered. The rain pouring didn't help the mood but they tried to keep their spirits up. Lord Stirling's troops tried their best to hold off the British and Hessians but were both outnumbered and outmatched. Retreat was the only sensible option. An option that tore away at James' confidence. He wanted nothing more than for the Americans to triumph but with each passing day, that hope is fading. He had hoped Washington had some trick up his sleeve (other than sleeping with the entire force) but what James seems to forget is that Washington is like him: human and susceptible to mistakes like any other man. Hearing one of the best troops in his army fled is very disheartening to the general. James was in a tent with 2 other men and Udney.
"You awake?" he asked him.
"After today, I don't know if I'll ever sleep again." said Udney.
"How do you think General Washington did?" asked James.
"Alls I know, General Washington goes a year without a battle, first one comes along and the best we could do was run away." he told him.
"Nobody could stand up to what the British threw down that road." said James as he breathed into his hands in an effort to stay warm.
"Well, we sure didn't." said Udney.
"What now?" asked James.
"I don't know. I just hope we don't have to surrender." said Udney. A tense silence fell between them. "So...about your friend Sarah?"
"Yes what about her?" asked James.
"Well...I would like to know...if...she..."
"If she would like to be courted? Well knowing Sarah, she'd want you to fight for the British and be the best gentleman you can't be." said James. "To be honest, she's kind of a total wench."
"Ohhh well...maybe I can try and be the man she wants?" asked Udney.
"Maybe. But you know her father would have to give you his blessing and he's on the frontier." said James.
"Damn. Well then...could you give me your blessing for her then?" asked Udney again. James gave him a mischievous smirk.
"Well, that depends. How good are you with men?" asked James.
"I have well over 600, including most of the men here." said Udney with the same smirk. "See those two men sleeping next to us? Had them just a few hours ago."
"Okay then, let's see how good you are." said James. Udney took the journalist and kissed him roughly. James held him tight and quickly undid his uniform. He saw that Udney had his lithe figure and his cock was a respectable 8 1/2 inches. Udney returned the favor by undressing him.
"Nice, James. Very nice." he said.
"Do you think the men in this tent-"
"I can say with certainty that the men here have already had their fill today." said Udney. He grabbed James' cock and took him in. While he certainly wasn't the best mouth, James admired his effort. They both decided to keep the noise to a minimum (though the men sleeping would more than be happy to watch). Learning what he learned from Moses, he forced his balls to reproduced semen and came in his mouth.
"James, most men I have take longer to cum than that." said Udney.
"Well yeah we are pressed for time and plus we want to be quiet as possible." James said. He gently pushed him down and took his cock and put his fingers in his mouth. He also fingered his hole. In a few more minutes, Udney came. The blonde soldier figured James had an ability to alter the ejaculation cycles of men. Both Udney and James knew that they could last for hours but in the state the army is in and the fact that the British could show up at any moment, they decided to make it quick. James pushed him down and instantly thrusted into him. Udney tried to keep it down but he knew James was different from any man. He thrusted into him harder and Udney grabbed his pillow to stifle his moans. James also grabbed Udney's dick and jerked him off. James continued to fuck him in the doggy position for an hour, amazed that their lovemaking didn't wake anyone up.
'Those men must've had a real good time today.' he thought. He thrusted a few more thrusts before unleashing inside of him. James was going to make him his so he filled his ass up and let the semen stay lodged in his body. If he was going to court Sarah, he needed to know the rules. And the rules were that the blonde journalist and his black friend will use his ass anytime they wanted. Once he could sense that he was done and his cum was lodged up, he finally pulled out.
"Well that was certainly fun." said Udney.
"Yes it was. Now then let's get some sleep. It's cold and rainy." said James as he and Udney put back on their clothes.
"Yes let's" said the blonde soldier. He grabbed the covers and drifted off to dreamland, hoping that his comrades will have better luck next time.
END OF CHAPTER XV.