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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Rebel Boy Love (M/b, ped, anal, mast) by Confederate (beau2002@lycos.com) *** During the South's war for Independence aka the Civil War, the South, in its last years of war enlisted men as old as seventy and boys as young as ten to resist the Northern conquest of its states. On July 2nd, 1863 Pickett's Division of Confederates under Maj. General George Pickett marched toward the sound of battle in a distant town called Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. Two soldiers in the ranks, one boy, and one man fell into a tragic love affair during this tragic battle. This is a story about thirty-three year old Nathan Shipyard and the regiment's eleven year old drummer boy, Timmy. His mind was empty as the sky overhead. There were no clouds to give mercy of shade. "This weather here in Yankee-land is no different from back home," Nathan grumbled thinking of his home in Virginia. It was July the second 1863 and Nathan Shipyard's third summer in the Great War for states rights. Nathan Shipyard was a thirty-three year old private in company B of the 38th Virginia which was a part of Armisted's Virginia Brigade, George Pickett's division Army of Northern Virginia. The 38th Virginia was proud and so was Nathan. That pride had never been higher than the day he and the rest of the Confederate army marched across the Potomac River to bring war to the Northern soil. With a great victory in the North the Confederates hoped the Union government would let the South leave the Union after three years of carnage on Southern soil. Yet, the battle in the North came sooner than Nathan had hoped for. In the distance he could hear the shells thudding into ground and flesh. Marching ahead of Nathan was a boy of eleven years old who had just joined the regiment in Maryland. This drummer boy's youth was a symbol of Southern determination. His newly sewn gray coat ran past his fingers. Nathan stared at the drummer boy's naked knees and thighs that showed through his torn trousers. Nathan never slept with the whore camp followers that charged twenty cents a lay and there were no girls back home that he wrote to. It wasn't until this drummer boy joined the ranks that Nathan discovered what he desired. Nathan was in love with the little drummer boy of the 38th Virginia. He was in love with his sweet boyish voice. Nathan loved his creamy white flesh that looked as smooth as a blooming magnolia blossom. Oh, he wanted him and stared at the little boy ass and licked his dry lips. I can march ten million miles watching that ass, Nathan thought. The boy's brown curls bounced on his creamy neck. Nobody in the regiment knew that Nathan rubbed his cock at night thinking of the drummer boy's tight anus clenching around his manhood. Timmy was the drummer boy's name. The poor kid looked tired and exhausted. Dust rimmed his beautiful eyes. His drum bounced off his side at each step. "Hey, Timmy woncha git on my shoulders and give yer lil feet a rest?" asked Nathan thinking of the cheap thrill at having this little hotty on his shoulders. He can't be much heavier than my rifle, thought Nathan. Timmy looked over his shoulder with a gleam in his eye and licked the salt off his lips. "Indeedy!" his little voice croaked. Nathan hoisted the boy to his shoulders. The extra weight was worth it. There was a hole in Timmy's trousers and Nathan could feel Timmy's sweaty little thighs press against his cheek. His hot little crotch rested on Nathan's neck. Nathan brought his rifle down to shoulder arms so as not to hit his little lover with it. They talked as they marched down the Chambersburg Pike. Timmy told Nathan how he had ran away from his home in Hagerstown, Maryland to join the flood of Confederate soldiers that came through the town. He wanted to avenge the Yankees for killing his father at the battle of Bull Run, two years earlier. When they reached the summit of South Mountain, they both could see the white mist of blasted gun- powder not far away. The white cloud settled over a distant thundering battlefield. They camped close to the battlefield off the road that led to Gettysburg. "May I bivouac with you? This nice little fire you built will keep them bugs away," Nathan asked Timmy as he walked silently toward the drummer boy's sleeping spot. The campfire's glow danced off Timmy's pale face like a ghost and his smile at having some company in the melancholic evening was evident. After days of avoiding his feelings for Timmy, Nathan didn't want to push his luck one more day. Tomorrow, he knew, there will surely be a battle like none other. For he was a part of a division of fresh troops at the door step of a two day stale mate between Lee's Confederate army and Mead's Union army in Gettysburg. This might be my last chance, thought Nathan as he sat by the drummer boy. They laid together in the dark listening to the sporadic shots from nervous pickets in the distance. A dying solider crawled past them with his bowls dragging behind him. Timmy closed his eyes to this horror of war and nuzzled his little body tightly against Nathan. As the night dragged on Nathan closed his mind to the wounded men flowing from the front and tugged Timmy closer to him. Excitement flooded through him as he placed his rough palms upon this half awake child. He laid his hand onto the drummer boy's hip and gently clawed his trousers down his legs. Without making a sound or knowing what was happening, Timmy felt a tingling heat stirring in his groin. His four-inch penis jerked against the sultry night air as Nathan touched him. He started to shake and become nervous at having somebody's hands so close to his private parts. Yet, he felt too engrossed in this mysterious feeling and lifted his back to let Nathan slide his trousers down to his ankles. "You are a very pretty boy," whispered Nathan into Timmy's ear. He flicked his tongue around the boy's ear lobe and started caressing up and down the his small and smooth thigh. Timmy's body grew stiff. He almost cried at how amazing he felt. The two soldiers forgot about the distant battle sputtering into the night in the distance as they began to unclothe each other. Nathan curled against Timmy letting his bulging cock squeeze against Timmy's sweet crack. Timmy moved a little but Nathan only pushed harder. "What are you doing?" asked Timmy shockingly. Nathan only grunted in reply. What Nathan was doing was wrong and he knew that if he got caught messing with another male that he would be court marshaled. Yet, nobody around him was awake. They had all marched over thirty miles that day. Only the sentries in the dark distance were awake. "I want to make you feel good, Timmy. You are so beautiful and I want you to know that I love you and want to kiss you." Timmy couldn't believe his ears! Another man actually wanted to kiss him! Nathan started rubbing under Timmy's little balls and they both strained against the unbelievable pleasure of boy-man love. Timmy rolled over and kissed the older man and together they rolled each other's tongues delightfully in each other's mouths. Oh God, Nathan thought as he grinded his body against the little boy and rolled his fingers around the sweating balls. They forgot they were soldiers as they fell in love with each other. Timmy's smooth cheeks turned the color of the Confederate campfire as Nathan wiggled his finger into his ass hole. Timmy jerked his ass toward the sky to meet the forceful finger. The hot numb feeling confused him in his stomach and his penis being so hard that it hurt. He was afraid that if Nathan touched his four inch cock that it would explode. And it almost did when Nathan squeezed the little staff between his fingers. Nathan's body heated up like the Pennsylvania night as he stroked the little boy's smooth penis. As the small campfire died next to them, the fire of their desire grew. Nathan settled his large cock against Timmy's puckered little asshole and with the sweaty lube he plunged in. Timmy clawed the dirt in pain but was helpless against Nathan's swinging hips and charging cock. "Mommy," Timmy whimpered, as his insides felt crushed. But during the rhythm he began to feel good, really good and he stroked his own little penis to the movement of his ass being fucked. A day after Nathan cummed in little Timmy's ass hole, both would perish in the battle of Gettysburg for the right of Southern freedom. Both lay side by side as soldiers. In Heaven, like the night before, they became lovers once again. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23