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I was a mere sixteen and son of poor Alabama farmers when the Confederates fired on Fort Sumter causing the outbreak of the great American Civil War.
Not realizing what was in store for them, Southerners where on fire with Confederate patriotism, and with the sure conviction they would whip the Yankees quickly and decisively, thereby, gaining Independence for the Confederate States of America.
I was caught up in the fever of the day and was so ready to leave the farm and the drudgery of long hard days there, I left home, and-joined-an Alabama Regiment of the newly formed Confederate Army.
Our Regiment drilled and trained constantly during the early days of the war. The drudgery of my days returned and I considered deserting and returning to the farm.
I was befriended by a Drill Sergeant. A kindly chap old enough to be my father. Sergeant Ferguson, or Fergie as he was known. He seem to take an unusual interest in me. Which this lonely boy responded to in an almost affectionate way.
Fergie was always looking out for me. One night while on guard duty, he came to check on me. I was so lonely and happy to see him, I immediately embraced him. While hugging him very tight, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my abdomen. I was embarrassed and startled at the same time.
Looking up into his eyes, I heard him say, “You sweet, sweet boy.”
And then he kissed me. Soft at first and then harder. I opened my mouth to speak, but he inserted his tongue. I virtually melted and began returning the kiss. Other than my mother and granny, I had never been kissed before. And never like this.
When he broke the kiss, I realized my own cock was very hard, so hard it hurt.
Fergie placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. He removed his hard cock and presented it to my lips.
“Suck it Amos,” he said.
I was dumbfounded and with my mouth wide open, he inserted his cock into my mouth. I tasted something semi-sweet, which I later learned was precum.
Fergie began a fucking motion sawing his cock in and out of my mouth going deeper with each stroke until he hit the entrance of my throat. He paused for a moment and said, “Just relax lad and let my cock enter your throat.”
I, of course, had no idea what he was talking about. How could anyone relax in a situation like this, I wondered.
But, I must have done something right, as I felt his cock sliding down my throat.
“Holy Mother of God, no one, man or woman has ever swallowed my cock the first time,” he bellowed.
Fergie proceeded to fuck my throat like a very tight pussy while I struggled to breath. Realizing my dilemma, he said, “Breath through your nose lad.”
With that, I was able to breath, as I was being face and throat fucked. Soon Fergie tensed and held as he delivered a huge load of spunk directly to my belly. As he withdrew his cock, I could taste the bittersweet residue of his semen.
During the rest of the night, as I stood guard, I contemplated on what had happened. I was very conflicted as I was always made to believe that cocksuckers were to be scorned and thought of as queers. Yet I had to admit I liked being Fergie’s cocksucker. This conflict, kept me from falling asleep on guard duty.
Over the next few months, I became Fergie’s personal cocksucker, with me often initiating the act. I learned to make love to his cock, and let his cock slip out of my throat so he would ejaculate in my mouth. Cum had become like candy to me. As much as I enjoyed sucking off Fergie, I had no desire to suck anyone else.
Finally, we saw our first action at a place called Antietam Creek near Sharpsburg, Maryland. I was so fucking scared, I pissed myself and came close to shitting my pants. The carnage was indescribable. Fergie looked after me and I came out of the battle unscathed.
Due to Yankee General George McClellan’s inaction following the bloodiest battle of the war, General Lee was able to evacuate his Confederate troops in an orderly retreat.
While being mostly victorious till Antietam, the Confederates where denied a victory on Yankee soil.
Our Alabama Regiment ended up back in Virginia and was camped outside of Richmond. It was going to take some time for us to regroup, lick our wounds and resupply.
I took the opportunity to thank Fergie for looking after me at Antietam. Before I gave him my best blow job, he said, “Lad I have to take care of you, I have plans to bugger you and introduce you to the being my bottom fuck boy.”
I had not thought of Fergie fucking me, but I owed him so much, I was more than willing to be his fuck boy.
True to his word, Fergie told me it was time and he made love to me as he would a lass before fucking her. He even used bacon fat to lube my ass before attempting to enter me. Fergie’s cock was big and I did not know if my tight ass would be able to accept it. When I felt his cock probing around my anus, a cold chill ran through me. I felt a sharp searing pain when the head of his cock made entry. Trying hard not to scream, I couldn’t help it, I let out a loud yelp.
Fergie stopped briefly and then thrust harder as his cock entered deeper into my ass. The pain was intense until he made-contact-with my prostate. Then amazingly the pain subsided and a feeling of pleasure took over. Damn it felt good. My cock got instantly hard.
The pleasure only increased as Fergie began fucking me and giving my prostate a thorough massage. Fergie had been able to fully insert his big cock up my rectum, as my cock began leaking large amounts of cum.
As Fergie slam fucked me and approached orgasm, I could feel my own orgasm building. Fergie let out a loud grunt and plunged his cock as deep as he could unleashing a torrent of cum into my bowels. This sent me over the edge and I spewed my own cum all over my belly.
As we relaxed and came down from our orgasmic highs, Fergie said, “Oh you sweet boy, as good as a cocksucker as you are, you are and even better fuck.”
The next day we were given marching orders. We were ordered to join the Army of Northern Virginia. It seems the Confederate leadership wanted to achieve a major victory on Yankee soil. Little did we know we were headed for a place in Pennsylvania called Gettysburg.
Like Antietam, the awful bloody battles were pretty much a stand-off, but because the Confederates did not achieve the major victory on Yankee soil they sought, Gettysburg was considered a Yankee victory.
Never again was a battle fought on Yankee land.
I came out of Gettysburg physically unscathed, but mentally devasted as Fergie was torn apart by a cannon cannister shot at Pipe Creek Mill near Westminster, Pennsylvania. I had lost my protector, my mentor and my lover all in one cannon shot.
During the retreat from Gettysburg, I was lonely, scared and distraught. I made-a-decision, I was going home. Back to the farm from where I came. Back to Decatur, Alabama.
During the night, I slipped out of camp and began my long arduous journey home. After three days, my food ran out and I was very hungry. I ran into a group of fellow deserters and begged for food.
“You have to work to eat,” said one of the deserters.
“What do you mean work,” I responded.
“What you see here is a bunch of horny good ole boys. If you want to eat you have to suck us all off,” Came the reply.
“Please can’t you just give me a little food,” I responded.
“No suck, no eat,” came the reply.
Reluctantly I agreed and proceeded to suck off five fellow deserters. Their cocks were dirty and smelly, I almost heaved my guts a few times, but the bittersweet taste of cum made it bearable.
Finally, I was given some salt pork and some corn meal, which I greedily consumed.
The next day as we prepared to cross a creek, I informed the others, if they wanted me to suck them off again, they would have to bathe and wash their cocks. Some objected, but I used the same logic on them when I was hungry, and said, “No bath, no blow job.”
Needless to say, we all took a much-needed bath. That night, they did not have to ask, I proceeded to suck each of them off and swallowed five loads of cum.
On the fifth night, when all the others were sleeping, the quasi leader of the group approached me and told me he was going to fuck me. And boy did he ever fuck me. He pounded my ass even better than Fergie.
The next day as we were walking, he asked me where I was headed. I informed him that I was going to Decatur, Alabama.
“No, shit, I’m from Huntsville,” he said.
“By the way, I’m Bo Smallwood,” he said.
“I’m Amos Joad,” I replied.
During the next several days the group split up as guys were going in different directions. Bo and I stuck together.
For the remainder of the trip to Alabama, we entered into a routine. During the mornings, we would forage for food. Then walk till dark. Before going to sleep, I would suck Bo’s cock hard and he would then fuck me. We both slept well.
After we reached Huntsville, Bo went to his family home where his family operated a cotton gin. I continued the twenty odd miles to Decatur. When I reached the family farm, it was deserted. Everyone was gone. I inquired with several nearby neighbors, but nobody knew where my family had gone.
Having nowhere else to go, I headed back to Huntsville. Bo’s family took me in and put me to work in the cotton gin. I continued to suck Bo and he continued to fuck me.
Mercifully the war finally ended. But the scourge of Yankee Carpetbaggers began.
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