Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2019 22:16:04 -0500
From: wildwing4160@gmail.com
Subject: Memories of Gettysburg Chapter 4

Preface: This is a love story involving gay youth and adults. There are
vivid descriptions of consensual sex between the characters so the usual
warnings apply.

The story is completely fictitious but is built around true events of the
American Civil War. In that regard I have tried to be as accurate as
possible.

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                         Memories of Gettysburg

Chapter Four

There was an empty chair at the breakfast table the next morning. Everyone
knew that everyone else was thinking of Ben yet the topic, in what little
conversation there was, never came up.

As the meal ended pa turned to Jordan and reminded him, "I expect you know
that you'll have to give me some help in the fields getting the crop in
this year."

"I'll do everything I can pa but don't forget school starts next week."

"And he's got bible study on Wednesdays," ma added.

"I believe Joshua's old enough now to feed the chickens and collect the
eggs ma. That'll free Jordan up to milk the cows before he goes to school."

As Jordan helped ma clear the table he agreed, "Yeah, I can do that."

Within the hour the family solemnly filed into church. They took their
usual pew and sat down in their usual places. That left a large space
between ma and pa. That was where Ben used to sit. It wasn't planned. It
just happened. They discussed it later and decided that it was like Ben was
still with them in spirit if not in body. In the weeks and months that
followed the spacing became a ritual.

Ma said, "We're saving it for Ben until his safe return."

If the previous sermon had been riveting this one was boring. Jordan
noticed his parents coming close to nodding off once or twice. The
congregation woke back up with a startling revelation by the Reverend after
the sermon. He was leaving for a six-week sabbatical. The senior church
elder had agreed to act as a lay preacher until his return. An audible gasp
followed by an avalanche of whispers followed the announcement.

Reverend Jacobs apologized to the O'Reillys as they left the church.

"You know the Young Mens' Bible Study will have to be cancelled for now
which is a real shame. Jordan was showing great promise. Even if I don't
restart the study group when I return, I wonder if you would allow me the
pleasure of counseling Jordan privately?"

Jordan looked into the eyes of one parent and then the other.

"Please say yes," he begged.

Ma gave the idea her enthusiastic blessing. In fact you couldn't wipe the
smile off her face all the way home.

The next morning Jordan waited at the breakfast table for the day's
instructions. He didn't have to wait long.

"The corn's a-ripening pretty good. I got a meeting with a buyer from
Philadelphia this Friday We need to make sure we have a wagon filled to the
brim by Thursday."

Jordan knew the family finances were becoming strained. He smiled and
promised, "I'm ready pa."

Jordan looked forward to replacing Ben in many ways. Working beside pa was
special. Pa usually treated him like a young man and not the boy he
was. They'd exchange stories and remembrances and have a good laugh now and
then.

There wasn't much time for stories today though. The two of them walked up
and down the corn rows twisting off the cobs as fast as they could and
throwing them into bushel baskets. When the baskets were filled they'd
carry them to the wagon at the edge of the field and empty them before
starting again. Pa counted the bushels as they were loaded. Jordan worked
until muscles he didn't know he had began to ache. They rested only when ma
brought out a hamper of fried chicken.  Joshua followed her with a pitcher
of fresh cold milk.

Joshua placed the pitcher carefully on the ground and made a bee line to
Jordan.

"Can we go swimmin now Jordan? Can we? Can we?"

"I think pa would be mad at me if I done that Joshua. The wagon ain't half
filled yet."

"Awwww," Jordan whined.

Ma and Joshua soon wended their way back to the house while the two workers
returned to their labors. Jordan was one fatigued puppy by the time pa
called it quits.

Pa turned to Jordan as they walked back. "I'm proud of you Jordan. You
worked hard and never complained once. You done as well as Ben would have!"

Pa couldn't have given Jordan a better compliment than that. He looked his
father in the eye and beamed. In fact the smile stayed with him well into
the evening.

At the Tuesday breakfast table he easily got permission to visit the
Reverend Jacobs that evening.

Stretching the truth just a little he said, "I want to give him a very
special goodbye before he leaves us."

"I know you'll miss him," ma sighed.

She was sure right about that Jordan reckoned.

The hard labor ensued once again in the field. Near noon the cart was
finally filled. Jordan knew the job wasn't finished though as several rows
were still intact. Pa drove out a smaller cart to be filled. Most of that
would go into the silo to become pig swill. Some of course went into the
home pantry. Jordan always saved the best cobs to strip and hang in the
barn.

By the time Jordan crawled in from the field he was hot and bothered in
more ways than one. He had only managed to abuse himself on one occasion in
the last two days. Now hot as a firecracker he figured he'd save it for a
certain gentleman.

All the way to the Reverend's house Jordan thought of what Thomas had
taught him. Jordan was not by any means a perfect angel and wasn't beyond
scheming if he had to. By the time he tied up Cloud he had it all worked
out in his mind.

Reverend Jacobs was more than a little surprised to see him standing in his
doorway.

"Oh Jordan I'm sorry you came all this way. I'm extremely busy. I'm leaving
first thing in the morning and I still have loads to do."

"This will only take a few minutes Reverend. I couldn't let you go without
a proper goodbye."

Jordan pushed himself past the Reverend. Once inside he spun around and
seductively began to undo the top button of his own britches.

"Yes but I must...." Reverend Jacobs never finished his sentence, for by
now Jordan had pushed his pants down to his ankles and was holding out his
throbbing erection for the Reverend to inspect.

"I.... I...." the Reverend stuttered while staring wide-eyed at Jordan's
boy cock.

Jordan smiled sweetly and stuck out his hips, wiggling them a bit so that
his hard-on waved back and forth like a tall pine in a stiff breeze.

The Reverend reached back and closed and locked the door. Then in slow
motion he sank to his knees in front of the boy.

"So beautiful!" he murmured.

He cupped Jason's testicles with one hand as he moved his mouth
closer. Jordan drew in his breath as he watched the mushroomed head
disappear beyond the Reverend's lips. As the sensations swept over him he
leaned his head back and groaned.

"It feels so damn good!" Jordan gushed. "But why don't we go to the bed?"

Reverend Jacobs rose, picked Jordan up, carried him to his bedroom and
stripped him clean. He proceeded to tease Jordan with a peck here, a nibble
there, and a lick somewhere else. Jordan was in no hurry to get off and
rather than becoming frustrated with Reverend Jacob's teasing, he enjoyed
the game. He was finally recognizing and accepting the effect that the
sight of his naked body had on people. He loved it.

"Please tell me again how beautiful I am," he demanded.

The good Reverend had no problem expressing the feelings he had for Jordan
"You are more beautiful than any marble statue in the entire country of
Italy!" he trilled.

"And my dick? What do you think of my dick?" Jordan grinned.

The Reverend carefully held it between his fingers and shook his head
slowly from side to side.  "This is absolute perfection Jordan,
symmetrical, perfectly straight, with a beautiful large glans topping
it. For a twelve year old it's huge. I expect you will soon be eight, nine,
maybe ten inches long. What a fantastic handful you are going to be!"

With that he went down on Jordan once more and commenced some passionate
sucking. Jordan stopped him by reaching out and groping the front of the
Reverend's pants. The Reverend needed no further hints. He drew off of
Jordan and removed his own clothes. Jordan was amazed, for from a patch of
jet-black hair protruded a gargantuan cock easily as large as Ben's.  .
"Go to it Jordan," the Reverend panted. "You can do anything you wish. Oh
good God I'm hot!"

Reverend Jacobs positioned himself over the naked boy so that his cock was
poised scant inches above his face. Jordan reached out and wrapped his
entire hand around it. He pumped a time or two, then pulled the cock
towards his mouth.

"Oh good Jesus!" the Reverend moaned.

Jordan couldn't get over the size of it and found himself enjoying every
moment of this long awaited discovery. He pulled again and now the cock
head was grazing his lips. He reached out with his tongue and began to lick
the glans.

"Oh, oh, oh......Mary, mother of Jesus," the man groaned.

As much as he wanted to try, Jordan knew there was no way he could make
that cockhead fit into his mouth. He satisfied himself by rhythmically
jacking it while licking the head.

"Ohhhh, Christ!"

Jordan wasn't sure whether the Reverend was swearing or quoting
scripture. Regardless he really hoped that the Reverend was enjoying the
passion. He was determined to make the man erupt.

Jordan increased the speed and the pressure and the Reverend continued to
express his rapture.  Jordan's hand was becoming tired and he was
contemplating changing hands when Reverend Jacobs cried out.

"Oh I'm coming! I'm coming!"

The first burst shot into Jordan's mouth with such force it caused him to
gag. Pulling it off his lips he continued to pump. Additional white ropes
splashed onto Jordan's cheek and eyes.

"Oh you gorgeous boy, I truly do not deserve such a gift as you!"

Jordan's own erection had not abated. Reverend Jacobs quickly returned to
it swirling his mouth up, down and around in passionate intensity forcing
Jordan to reach the heights once more.

"Ugh....ugh....ohhhh...." Jordan grunted as his seed entered the waiting
mouth.

Jordan lay back to relax for a moment. Reverend Jacobs kept his cock in his
mouth gently savoring it before letting go. The Reverend kept the plaudits
coming.

"Let me stare at your perfect nakedness a few moments more before you
dress," he muttered.

"Six weeks, huh!" Jordan grinned. "I'm not sure I can last that long. I
shall want to see you the day you return."

The pastor gently used a wet towel to clean Jordan's face as he responded,
"The feeling is mutual."

Once dressed the two held each other in a tight grip as people often do
prior to the commencement of a long journey. What Jordan had no inkling of
was the length of that journey.  It was the last time in his life that he
would ever see the Reverend Jacobs.

Jordan awakened the next morning refreshed but feeling a little chilly. A
cold front had advanced and now a cool breeze wafted in through an open
window. Rising he realized he had his normal morning woody and needed to
pee badly. Not bothering to dress he strode outside in his pyjamas.  He
ignored the outhouse choosing instead to find an open piece of ground to
sprinkle. He heard the kitchen door slam behind him. He knew without
turning the intruder was Joshua.

Joshua never missed an opportunity to view his big brother. Without a word
he rushed up and faced Jordan from just a few feet away. Pulling out his
own woody he began to anoint the same patch of soil. As his stream began to
lessen he waved his peter about as if trying to write his initials on the
ground.

"We goin swimming today Jordan?"

"I dunno Joshua. It's kinda cold don't you think? Besides pa still needs me
in the field."

"Awwww, you're always workin now," Joshua complained. "We ain't gone
swimmin for a whole week!"

"With Ben gone you know I got extra stuff to do. So do you," Jordan
reminded him.

Jordan sauntered back into the house and reached for his britches. The cows
had to be milked before breakfast.

Jordan contributed an honest day's work once again. The last of the corn
was cleared and he filled the silo. Ma made some slop and Jordan carried it
to the sty and filled the pigs' trough. Round about early afternoon pa came
in and checked on his progress.

With a big grin he announced, "Ya done good again son. The farm is in great
shape!"

Praise never hurt anyone including Jordan.

"Every hard workin man's gotta take some time off," pa explained. "Why
don't you take your little brother out to play for a while."

Yeahhh!" Joshua shouted at the top of his lungs.

Jordan pondered his choices. "It's a little too cool to swim in the river
Joshua."

That didn't seem to bother Joshua none. He yelled, "I wanna go to Ben's
Hideaway."

Ben had been about Joshua's age when he accidentally discovered the
site. He'd been hunting for snakes amongst a limestone outcrop near the
river. He spotted a small hole and figured it was a likely spot for
serpents to hide. He pulled a rock aside and the hole got bigger. He kept
pulling and the hole kept growing. Eventually he was able to slither in to
the darkness below. There was a little light penetrating the gloom from the
hole behind him. It was enough to make him realize he was in an enormous
cave that extended back into the hillside. It would take a return trip with
candles to determine the full extent of his discovery.

Within a few feet from the entrance Ben was able to stand. In fact as he
strode deeper he looked up to find a high vaulted ceiling above his
head. The cave consisted of a large room perhaps fifty feet in length by
some twenty feet at its widest. Two passages branched off in different
directions. Alas both were too small to penetrate far. The floor had its
protrusions but for the most part was reasonably flat. It was surprisingly
dry in there and as Ben would discover, always about the same
temperature. That meant it was cool in the summer and quite warm in the
winter.

Although he shared his discovery the cave soon became known as Ben's
Hideaway. He often played in it. It was his fort one day, his gold mine
another day, wherever his imagination took him. Of course as Jordan came
along and later Joshua the discovery was shared. With Ben in the army now
Jordan and Joshua assumed full ownership.

As the years passed the cave gained various accoutrements. Anything
discarded from the house was evaluated as a possible addition to the
cave. A small table, a couple of discarded chairs and some blankets with a
hole or two in them all found their way into the hideaway. The best
addition of all though was a coal oil lamp that Ben had asked for on his
twelfth birthday. Now the premises almost felt livable.

Ben and Jordan made another discovery one hot summer day. They got caught
in a drenching thunderstorm. Soaked to the skin they raced to the
cave. Cold and wet they decided to light a fire.  They figured the smoke
would stick around and soon force them to put the fire out. To their
amazement the smoke rose straight up and disappeared amongst the jumble of
rock slabs. Ben reckoned that somewhere up there was another exit to the
outside world.

Now the boys were skipping through the fields heading to Ben's Hideaway
once more.

"Let's pretend it's a fort today!" Joshua screeched. "We can capture some
Indians or something."

Jordan looked at him with a condescending air. "Joshua, I'm almost
thirteen..I'm a little too old to be playing cowboys and Indians."

"But there's still wild Indians out west!" Joshua protested.

Joshua had scored a point. "Yeah I guess," Jordan agreed, "but they ain't
commin to Gettysburg!"

The boys fell silent as they entered the woods. They followed the
meandering stream for some time. A short distance past the swimming hole
they made a hard right and headed for the hillside.

"There it is!" yelled Joshua racing ahead.

The two boys entered the cave with heads lowered and in single
file. Jordan's first order of business was to light the lamp. Looking
around, the cave appeared just as they had left it.  Everything was in good
order.

"I'm goin to check the back," Joshua declared. "I wanna see if my treasure
is still there."

"Ya better be careful Joshua. Could be a big bear back there."

Joshua shot a worried glance back at Jordan before understanding he was
being teased.

Alone for the moment Jordan's mind drifted to sex again. If Joshua had not
been there he would have stripped and pleasured himself. Instead he had to
be satisfied with a vision of the Reverend Jacobs with a cock in his mouth.

He was startled by Joshua's voice. "I know what you do in the barn
sometimes," he smiled boldly.

"What are you talking about Joshua?"

"I seen ya!" he grinned.

In a voice that was more demanding than threatening Jordan replied, "You
seen me what?"

"I seen ya. You pulled out your willy and you wuz playing with it."

"You little twerp!" Jordan spat out. "You wuz spying on me weren't ya!"

"Yup. I seen ya do it a bunch of times. You were groaning and everything. I
even seen stuff shoot out of your cock!"

Jordan found it difficult to stay mad at his brother. He was more surprised
than anything. Still there were precautions to be taken.

Trying to look upset he barked, "If you know what's good for ya you'll keep
quiet about what you saw."

Joshua was not deterred one iota by the threat. Instead he was emboldened.

"What's that stuff that comes out?" he queried.

"Never mind!" was the short reply.

"I wanna see it. Go on! Do it again now!"

Jordan was amazed by his brother's audacity. But then he thought of his own
boldness and figured it must run in the family. Nevertheless he had no
intention of allowing matters to go further.

"No," Jordan yelled, "and that's final!"

Silence enveloped Ben's Hideaway. But if Joshua was known for anything it
was his persistence.

"I'll tell ma what you do in the barn," he said quietly.

Jordan's eyes narrowed. "You little bugger. You're getting too big for your
britches!"

Joshua seemed to sense he had the upper hand. He piled it on.

"Maybe I'll tell pa too."

The mind is a wonderful reasoning machine. It can also be a curse. No
matter how strong one's convictions are, if you reason hard enough you can
always find ways to arrive at the exact opposite conclusion.

I'm all sexed up anyway Jordan thought. He already knows what I do and I
gotta make sure he don't tell no one. He's eight now and I guess doing it
in front of him just once won't hurt.

Joshua pursed his lips and stared wide-eyed waiting for his brother to make
the next move.

Jordan broke the silence. "If I do anything you have to swear your very
best swear, so help you God, that it remains a secret between us for ever
and ever and ever. All right?"

Joshua knew he had won again. He grinned his reply. "Oh yes! I do! I do! On
grandma's and grandpa's grave I do! Cross my heart and hope to die! I ain't
tellin nobody! Not ever!"

"All right then," Jordan concluded.

Already lying on a blanket Jordan undid the buttons on his britches and
began to push them down. Joshua wasn't going to miss anything. He promptly
sat on the blanket beside Jordan's hips and stared. Lifting his hips
slightly Jordan pushed again and his erection flopped into view.

"Whew!" Joshua whistled.

Jordan held his cock up with light fingers. He was about to perform when a
better way occurred to him. Since Joshua seemed to know everything why not
let him do the work.

"Here Joshua why don't you hold it for me?"

Joshua leaped in with both feet. He wrapped his entire hand around it. Not
much more than the glans protruded from the top. Jordan could feel his
brothers fingers applying varying amounts of pressure.

"Well go ahead Joshua. You say you saw me. You should know what to do!"

"I didn't see ya that good," Joshua admitted. "I was hiding quite a ways
away ya know."

"Well do what you think I was doing," Jordan encouraged.

Gripping Jordan's penis Joshua took a couple of slow jacks.

"That's very good Joshua. Now hold it a little harder and pump a little
faster."

Joshua did his brother's bidding. The pleasure Jordan felt was immediate.

"You're doing good little brother. It feels just fine."

"I wanna see how far I can make it go," Joshua declared.

Jordan was trying to concentrate on one thing alone. "Mmmmm," he said.

"This is fun," Joshua said. "I like holding your willie. How long do I have
to do this before you make the stuff come out?"

"If you keep talking you'll have to work at it a long time. Keep quiet
Joshua. I have to think about stuff while you're doin it."

"What kinda things do you have to think about?"

"Shut up!" Jordan yelled.

The room fell silent as Joshua continued his work. He stopped only once, to
scratch an itch on his nose.

Jordan closed his eyes and imagined that it was Thomas jerking him off. As
he felt the excitement rise he arched his back slightly.

"Ohhhh.........ohhhhhh!" he shuddered.

A shot of almost clear semen arched some two feet into the air before
landing on his legs.

"Oh wow," Joshua shouted, "did you see that? It went way up!"

"Keep pumping," Jordan demanded.

Two lesser bursts followed the first.

"That was lots of fun. It went way way up. I wanna do it again. Maybe I can
make it go even higher!"

With that Joshua grabbed Jordan's partially deflated cock and began pumping
vigorously. Joshua quickly grabbed his brother's wrist.

"No, no Joshua," he cried out, "it doesn't work that way. I can't do it
again right now."

Joshua looked quite dejected. "Oh? How long do I hafta wait?"

"Probably an hour. Maybe more."

Joshua let go of Jordan's now limp appendage. "Oh," he said again. Changing
the topic only slightly he added, "How come I can't do that?"

"I doubt if you can shoot yet but you can probably get the nice tingly
feeling Joshua."

"No I can't," Joshua admitted. "I tried it one day in the barn for a whole
hour. Nothin happened cept it got awfully sore!"

Jordan laughed at his brother. "Ya gotta be patient Joshua. Wait a year or
two. I'm sure you'll be able to do it by then."

Joshua brightened up. "Can I do it to you again some time Jordan?"

As he pulled his britches back up Jordan replied, "Let me think about that
Joshua. We'd have to be sure to hide it from ma and pa. That's all."

Joshua continued to perk up. "How about tonight then, in our bedroom after
supper?"

"Whoa," Jordan laughed. "You're too keen. You're going to get me in
trouble."

The brothers soon left the cave the very best of friends.

With the corn crop in pa relaxed a little. Mind you October meant it was
time to reap the wheat field and pick the apples. The pumpkins always got
left to last.

With school reconvening the following week the whole family headed to town
on Saturday. Last year's clothes left a two-inch gap on Jordan's wrists and
ankles. There was no doubt about it, Jordan was sprouting.

"If Jordan's getting new clothes then so should I," Joshua complained.

Ma worked overtime trying not to show favoritism.

In between one store or another pa always visited the post office. This
time he came back beaming and holding three letters aloft. One was a
statement from the hardware store. The other two were stamped "U.S. Army"
in the corner. Pa insisted that everyone wait until they got home before
opening them.

The whole family held their collective breath as pa opened the first
letter. The happiness and excitement Ben was feeling reverberated through
every line. Nothing got him down it seemed.  The constant marching was fine
by him. The constant yelling by his sergeant was okay too "because he was
doing his job and some deserved it." He mentioned new friends he was making
as well as a couple of other soldiers from Gettysburg. His only complaint
was the food. "I can't wait to taste your food again ma," he wrote.

Ben spent an entire page talking about the south. "They say they will fight
to save the confederacy yet they are afraid to fire a single shot. We all
think they are a bunch of no good yellowbellies." Ben fervently hoped he
could get in a good lick or two before it was over.

The second letter, written a few days later, was more of the same. He
talked a lot this time about his rifle and the shooting range. "I'm not
bragging," he claimed; "I got the best eye in our unit.  I'm going to kill
a lot of rebs." Apparently he had been asked if he was interested in
joining the artillery. Ben admitted he was thinking about it.

"The artillery," ma interrupted, "that's where they shoot them cannons
ain't it?"

"That's right ma," pa agreed.

The wheels were turning in ma's head. "Them cannons, ain't they sittin way
behind the front lines?"

"Yup."

"And they don't have to go on the battlefield then do they?"

"Not usually," pa confirmed.

"Then you write back and tell Ben that the artillery would be a fittin
place for him. We'd be proud to see him serve in the artillery," ma
chortled.

Pa knew she had her mind made up. He smiled and agreed to carry out her
wishes. Sensing ma's mood he added, "I wouldn't worry too much ma. With Ben
in our army what could possibly go wrong?"

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