Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2019 15:07:28 -0500
From: wildwing4160@gmail.com
Subject: Memories of Gettysburg - Chapter 5

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			  Memories of Gettysburg

			       Chapter Five

Jordan was not surprised to see the schoolyard crowded Tuesday morning.  It
always is on the first day of school.  He let Joshua dismount first before
chosing to put Cloud on a long tether next to the split rail fence.  That
way the horse could still reach the water trough as well as some succulent
grass.

His eyes carefully scanned the schoolyard..  Mothers were scurrying back
and forth, many with their first year pupils in tow.  Some girls were
skipping rope while a bunch of fourth graders were kicking a ball
around. His roving gaze abruptly stopped when he espied a tall blond haired
lad standing alone to one side. Hmmmm, Jordan said to himself, there's a
boy I'd like to know.

Subtlety was not a strong point with Jordan.  The gap between the boys
closed quickly.  As a senior in school Jordan felt that he should initiate
the conversation .  Striding into the stranger's space he stuck out his
right hand.  "Hi there, I'm.........," he began.

"I know who you are.  You're Jordan O'Reilly aren't you!"

Even as he surprised Jordan the stranger held on to his hand and flashed a
dazzling smile.

"I don't understand," Jordan responded, creasing his forehead, "How did you
know my name?"

"You don't remember me do you," the stranger continued.  He waited for
Jordan to stew a moment seemingly enjoying his discomfiture.

Jordan shifted his weight from foot to foot trying to recall the face.

"Think back," the blond boy suggested, "Way back to grade three.  We used
to be each others best friend."

Jordan's facial muscles relaxed in recognition.  "No it isn't, is it?
You're John; John Rose."

"John Rose Junior," the boy grinned.

Jordan was wildly excited now.  This was a wondrous turn of events.  "I
can't believe this.  This is great!  Where ya bin?"

John shrugged his shoulders in explanation.  "After the third grade my
parents split up.  Ma dragged me to Philadelphia with her.  I hated it
there.  I bugged and bugged her to let me live with my pa so's I could live
in Gettysburg.  Well, she finally grew tired of me hassling her and here I
am!"

"Still at the same farm?"

"Sure, I'm on Emmitsburg Road two farms over from you."

The boys continued to catch up on the intervening years until the bell
rang.  Neither one asked the other if they wanted to continue their
friendship.  It was mutually assumed and accepted that they would carry on
as if they had never been apart.

Jordan claimed the same seat he had occupied last year and John sat beside
him.  He was fearful that Ms. Clarke would foist Robert on him again but
scanning the room Robert seemed to be absent.  He learned later that
Robert's parents had decided that he had absorbed everything he was capable
of in class.  Besides as the only boy they needed him on the farm.

Old habits were soon relearned and by midweek the two lads were
inseparable.  By Thursday they were spending considerable time in class
just staring at each other.  Their eyes often met.  Each would offer the
other a demure smile before returning to the lesson.  As Jordan rode to
school Friday morning he found John waiting for him on his horse at the
farm gate.  The boys rode together in both directions from that point on.

Of course Jordan wondered if John had matured in other ways too.  Just to
touch John's flesh, which he found himself doing more and more, was enough
to give him shivers of excitement.  John never flinched.  Indeed he
appeared to welcome the contact and initiated some of his own, The
friendship morphed into adoration as it seems only twelve year old
friendships can.

By Friday afternoon Jordan had postulated a plan to test the sexual waters
so to speak.  Not that he planned to go too far mind you.  In one short
week Jordan had made the momentous decision that he wanted this friendship
to last forever.  The last thing he wanted was to upset John by being too
sexually demanding.  Yes he would definitely move slowly.

The three boys, Jordan John and Joshua were on their way home for the
weekend when Jordan put his plan into action.

Passing the Sealy woodlot Jordan cried out, "Let's stop.  I gotta take a
pee."

Jordan held his breath waiting for John's response.  He felt exhilaration
when he received the response he was hoping for.

"Good idea.  I need to pee too."

"Me too," Joshua chimed in.

Jordan knew they were approaching a small clearing by the side of the road.
He led his horse there and John followed.  Dismounting Jordan took the
reins of both horses handing them to Joshua.

"Here, you gotta look after the horses Joshua."

Joshua pouted immediately.  "I gotta pee too ya know!"

"That's fine," Jordan explained.  "When John and I are finished you can pee
while I hold the horses."

"Awwww!" Joshua wailed.

There was no way Jordan was going to allow his younger brother to upset his
plan. "Joshua take the reins!" Jordan yelled as loud as he could.

Still pouting Joshua reached out and meekly took the reins.

The boys wandered back a few yards beyond a thick stand of small cedars.
Joshua was not going to be allowed to view the proceedings.  Jordan's heart
was pounding.  He hoped that John would show himself off to him as he
planned to show himself off to John.  He needn't have been concerned.

The buttons undone, Jordan reached in, grasped his waiting erection, and
pulled.  Then yanking it out as far as it would go he held it lightly at
the base so that he left nothing to John's imagination.  After all the
compliments Jordan had received from the Reverend Jacobs and others he had
gained considerable confidence.  He was proud of his endowment.  Covering
as little as possible he held it at the base with his thumb and one finger
waiting for the yellow stream to burst forth.  Only then did he look up.

John stood just two feet away at a slight angle.  It was a perfect position
to view all that Jordan had to offer.  Copying Jordan's lead John now held
his own proud erection before him.  It appeared to Jordan to be ever so
slightly larger than his own.  A small portion of John's helmet was hidden
by foreskin.  Apart from those facts the two cocks appeared to be
identical.

Neither boy spoke for the moment.  As their streams splattered the ground
the boys spent the entire time staring at each other.  Even as the streams
abated they continued to stare.  Finally relieved of all but a drop or two
the boys gave the cocks a shake to finish the job.  But neither cock was
put away as the boys continued to ogle each other.  Finally Jordan grasped
his member higher up and gave it a couple of pumps as if to make sure the
final drop had been released.  John copied him.

It was John that broke the ice.

"Boy you got a big cock Jordan!" he said quietly.

Jordan threw the compliment right back.  "It ain't no bigger than yours!"

Jordan was sorely tempted to reach out and grasp John at that juncture.
Maybe he'd even get him off while he was at it.  In the end the fear of
rejection and possible loss of his friend was simply too much to risk.
Instead with some difficulty he forced his erection back into his pants.

Joshua was still holding the reins when the boys returned.  If anything his
pout was even more pronounced.

"Okay Joshua, we'll take the horses and you can go pee now."

Joshua almost shouted his response.  "Don't need to go no more!"

None of the boys said much until John and Jordan wished each other well for
the rest of the weekend at the Rose farm lane. As the brothers continued
towards home all Jordan could think of was images of John's boyhood.  He
figured one way or another he had to find a way to wrap his hand around
that beautiful cock.  He also knew the first order of business after he got
home would be to find some privacy in order to release his sexual
frustrations.  He wondered if John might be doing the same.  True to his
thoughts he could think of nothing else as he reached his climax later that
afternoon..

Saturday morning meant the supply trip to town once more.  As the weeks
passed pa visited the post office on a regular basis.  The family would
gather round at the first opportunity while pa read each letter.

This week Ben wrote enthusiastically of his acceptance into the artillery.
He was learning about shell trajectories.  He also mentioned the kinds of
shells they used.  He was concerned about something called grapeshot.  Ben
called it a terrible weapon.  He hoped the rebs were smart enough to turn
and run before he had to use it on them.

The letters always finished with Ben expressing the effuse love he felt for
each member of the family. As pa put the letters down ma would insist that
everyone bow their heads and say a little prayer for Ben's safety.

Pa, as he felt it was his duty to do so, chose Saturday evening to inform
the family of the latest in news and events.

"Says here Lincoln is doing his damnest to prevent a war.  He's prepared to
make concessions to the south but they have to agree to stay in the union
first.  Jefferson Davies says he'll fight before he does that."

"Land sakes.  Let's hope the south gets some sense into their heads," ma
reasoned.

The one sided debate was still raging as Jordan excused himself for the
evening.  Ma had decided to temporarily give Ben's room to Joshua.  Jordan
was relieved.  The new arrangement provided the evening privacy he sought.
Despite the episode in Ben's Hideaway he still preferred boys his own age
or older.  Joshua was a persistent pest at times.  No longer did he have to
wait until Joshua was asleep or go under the covers to partake of the
sexual wonders..  As he masturbated visions of the Reverend Jacobs were now
fading in favour of detailed visions of John.

Sunday's church service was an unmitigated disaster, The lay preacher was
awful.  He began his sermon in a quiet monotone voice and the voice became
quieter as he progressed.  It was a perfect prescription for a good snooze
and many did.  Jordan actually laughed out loud when someone near the back
let go with a particularly loud snore.  It was the best part of the sermon.

Pa admitted on the way home, "I don't know where the Reverend Jacobs is but
I sure wish he'd come back early."

Amen to that Jordan whispered to himself.

Monday meant more school or to put it more accurately, more of John.
Siamese twins could not have been any closer.  It would be hard to find two
individuals who were more smitten with each other than this pair.

Even Joshua complained, "You don't have any time for me any more Jordan.
You're always with John."

With their arms wrapped around each others shoulders Jordan replied, "Go
find friends your own age Joshua.  We got important stuff to talk about."

Without a doubt they did have important stuff to discuss.  As conversations
between twelve year old friends often did, they drifted towards matters of
a sexual nature.  It was done quite casually at first.  Then one or the
other would push the envelope a little and watch to see how the other would
react.  Within the week Jordan and John had gone as far as their limited
sexual experiences would allow them to.  It took until Thursday before
Jordan found enough nerve to find out if John kmew how to shoot.

"Ya mean flog my knob?"  John laughed.

"Yeah, that," Jordan queried.

"Sure, I've been doin it for over a year now..

"Great feeling ain't it!"

"The best!" John agreed.

Jordan trusted John enough that by Friday he was relating his experiences
with Reverend Jacobs.  John was amazed. and more than a little jealous

"Jim my best friend in Philly used to get me off all the time but he never
did no sucking.  Does it really feel as good as you say it does?"

"You wanna believe it.  It's way better than a hand job!  Just wait when
the Reverend returns.  We're going to visit him together.  When he sees how
handsome you are I know he'll suck your cock for sure!"

"You really think he'd suck mine?  I ain't that handsome you know."

Jordan could not understand John's assessment of himself.  "You're crazy
John.  Your the most handsomest boy I ever knowed and that's a fact!"

John smiled sweetly.

"Besides all ya gotta do John is show him a stiff one and he'll latch on
like it was an all day toffee apple.  You'll see!"  Jordan groped himself.
"All this talk is making me as hard as a piece of granite rock."

"Bet it ain't no harder than mine," John countered.

The boys paused staring deep into each others eyes.  It was more than
adoration now.  It was lust too.  They wanted each other badly and they
both knew it.

They both expressed a desire to spend private time together but where and
when?  School was not the answer.  Even when riding back and forth Joshua
was ever present.  Weekends appeared to be the best option but at this time
of year both fathers needed all the help they could find to bring in the
crops.  It was a significant dilemma, one not easy to solve.

It was John that discovered the solution.  "You could come to my place one
weekend.  We'd work really hard helping my pa with our crop.  That way pa
gets an extra helper.  The following weekend I'd do the same for your dad.
We'd be together all the time.  Not only that there's sure to be some free
time too!" he grinned.

Jordan's eyes sparkled.  "Yeah!  We could sleep over too!"

The boys were extremely eager to put their plan into action.  Jordan's
parents recognized the value of friendship and easily agreed.  Mr. Rose cut
a shrewder bargain.  He wanted to make sure he got the help he needed.
He'd permit the arrangement once but wanted to evaluate the results before
allowing it again.

Naturally the boys selected that very weekend to test the arrangement. They
fidgeted their way through two more days of school, The only topic
discussed in that period was the great time they expected to have.

Jordan had passed the Rose spread countless times over the years but had
never ventured in.  But on this Saturday morning he reined Cloud in and
pointed him up the carriage way.  He passed a clump of lilac bushes and
reached a white picket fence surrounding an old stone two story house.  An
old dog began to bark and John burst out the screen door.

"It's so great to see you Jordan! This is going to be perfect!" John
beamed,

Jordan slid off his horse and faced his best friend.  He felt like hugging
him but thought better of it.

"It looks like a great weekend to do some harvesting," he commented,

"Yeah and a bunch of other stuff too!" John added.  "Wait to you see all
the stuff I got, You gotta meet my parents too.  Oh, and there's a bunch of
things I want to show you on the farm."  Fact was John was so excited he
was running over at the mouth.

The boys released Cloud into a small pasture before turning towards the
house.  Mrs. Rose was bent over the sink finishing the dishes as the boys
entered.

Florence was John Rose's second wife, She was a buxom woman with flaming
red hair who was several years younger than her husband.  Jordan remembered
seeing her drop off John's stepsisters at school.

Offering her hand to Jordan she commented, "All John ever talks about is
you Jordan.  I'm so pleased that he found such a good friend so quickly on
his return to Gettysburg."

John's two young stepsisters were seated at the kitchen table kneading
dough.  They needed no introduction as Jordan knew them from school.

John Rose Senior strode into the room without warning.  He was a ruggedly
handsome man.  His calloused hands were proof that he was indeed a man of
the soil.  He was also a man not to be tampered with.

"I'll be expectin that you two will want to be playing a lot today.  Well
forget it.  You are both here to work.  You understand me boys?" he said
with just a hint of a twinkle in his eye.

In an equally serious tone Jordan answered, "Yes sir!  I aim to give you a
good days labour sir."

John's father brightened.  "Hmmmm.  I like your attitude son, but mind you,
I'll be checking closely at the end of the day to see if your deed is as
good as your word!"

It was Florence Rose that gave the boys their instructions out on the
field.  The Rose family maintained a four acre garden in which they grew
most of their vegetables for personal consumption. The first order of
business was to harvest two long rows of onions.  They were to remove the
leaves from each plant before depositing the bulbs into bushel baskets.
Next they were to dig up the potato patch.  The job would end with the
storing of the vegetables in the food cellar.

Ma Rose wiped her hands on her apron as she explained, "I won't be expectin
you to finish today boys.  There's a pile of potatoes in this field."

The youngsters dove into their work with great abandon.  They made a
perfect team.  Jordan pulled up the first plant and knocked the dirt off
before tossing it to John, He lopped off the leaves and threw it into the
waiting basket. Within the hour they were working on filling the second
basket.

The potatoes were a tougher chore.  Not that Jordan didn't mind the hard
work.  He was used to it.  Besides just being able to work beside the best
friend a boy could ever have made it worthwhile. The boys kept up a steady
banter as they progressed; mainly funny anecdotes and past history.  A few
jokes were included, the kind that twelve year old love to tell.  It's
amazing how a joke that is silly to the point of being inane to an adult,
is uproariously funny to a twelve year old.

"What kind of cat has eight legs? John asked.

Jordan pondered mightily before responding, "I dunno."

"An Octopussy!" John cried.

The boys broke up and laughed on the ground until their sides hurt.  Potato
digging was suspended for the moment. It was a grand time and both John and
Jordan were enjoying themselves to the hilt.

It was nigh on three in the afternoon when Jordan dug up the last plant.
Six bushel baskets of potatoes lay scattered across the field.  All that
was left was to carry them to the pantry.

Mrs. Rose's eyes grew wide as John and Jordan entered her kitchen.

"You boys quittin early are you?" she queried.

"Nope," John grinned.  "We finished the job."

"All of it?"

"Yup, all of it!"

She wiped her hands once more and promptly marched out the door.  "Let me
see," she demanded as she strode towards the storage cellar.

The boys followed smugly behind.  Mrs. Rose's jaw dropped as she counted
the bushel baskets.

"Good heavens John, I declare that's the most work you done around here in
a month of Sundays."

John had a ready answer.  "With Jordan's help it was easy ma!".

"Your pa will be impressed son.  Why don't you two take the rest of the
afternoon off.  I'm sure you'll find things to do.  Just don't be late for
supper. Okay?"

John didn't need any further urging.  He turned, grinned at Jordan, and
then they tore out of the house together.

John grabbed Jordan's hand and yelled, "C'mon I gotta show you my farm
first!"

The Rose farm was a large acreage wedged between two of the main roads
leading to Gettysburg to the north.  The land was at the base of a bowl
formed by two ridges.  To the east lay Cemetery Ridge and to the west of
the farm lay Seminary Ridge.  The soil was rich and the drainage
excellent. John Rose was a major supplier of wheat to the local mill and
that was the farm's staple crop.  The old stone house had been built by
John's grandfather for the farm had been in the family for generations.  On
the farm's western boundary was a peach orchard while a large portion of
the land on the southern side was still bush.  For years the locals had
appropriately called it Rose's Bush.

As the boys raced about John was enjoying himself abundantly pointing out
one feature after another.  He was proud of his home.  They soon found
themselves walking the edge of a wheat field.

Quickening the pace again John shouted, "I saved the best for last.  You
won't believe this!"

They entered Rose's Bush, picked up a well worn trail and ambled west and
then north.  The boys eventually emerged into a small clearing.  Before
them stood the strangest geological formation Jordan had ever seen.

"This here's called the Devils Den," John announced.

The formation consisted of a pile of gigantic rocks many bigger then houses
all stacked and piled in some considerable disarray.  Most of the rocks
were quite smooth like pebbles on a beach.  It was if some giant had gotten
tired of his play blocks and left them in a pile to use later.  Jordan was
quite impressed.

"Don't know how the rocks got like this cuz nobody knows but it's a great
place to explore.  Come and see!"

The next hour was spent negotiating tight passageways and scrambling over
heights.  It was great fun but it couldn't last.  After the exertion in the
field the boys were beat.  Only reserves borne from the excitement of
exploration and being together kept them going.  The boys finished leaning
against a boulder fighting to get their breath back.

"That was great fun!" Jordan admitted, "But I'm pooped out."

John grinned and nodded an assent still fighting for air.  Suddenly he
straightened up and began undoing the buttons in his britches.

"Gotta pee."

Like best buds everywhere there was no immodesty or embarrassment between
them now.  Jordan pulled out his own member and added to the puddle.  The
boys were so close to each other their penises almost touched.  In fact as
John shook off the last drop he lunged forward with his hips.  The tip of
his organ struck the shaft of Jordan's cock.

"Gotcha," he giggled.

Not to be outdone Jordan struck right back and the tousle was on.

"Sword fight!" John yelled still giggling.

Each boy grasped himself at the base exposing as much of his cock as
physically possible.  By swinging the hips and lunging they tried their
best to strike each others member with their own.  They tried mightily but
had little success.  Both were laughing hysterically.  Again the exertion
took its toll and John collapsed in the long grass.  Jordan followed.

Neither boy made any attempt to put their erections away.  It was John that
reached out first.  Slowly, ever so slowly John reached out and tenderly
grasped Jordan's throbbing boyhood.

"It's nice.  Real nice!" he whispered softly.

His body bursting with the sexual excitement of the moment Jordan replied,
"So's yours!"

The boys fell silent as they held each other.  Despite the bravado of the
schoolyard talk now the crucial moment had arrived it seemed each was
afraid to take the next step.  A couple of minutes passed before John
carefully took a couple of very slow pumps.  That's all it took.  The dam
was released.

"Do you want me to give you that really good feeling," John gushed.

Jordan stared into John's eyes.  A smile spread across his face as he
responded quietly, "I'd love you to!"  With sweaty palms he added, "Let's
do it together."

The boys fell silent once more as they got to work.  Each it seemed was
intent on making it a perfect jack off for their partner.  Jordan wanted to
fully enjoy the immensity of the moment.  Here he was jacking the boy of
his dreams.  To him John was like a God.  He watched intently as John's
glans played peek-a-boo with his foreskin.  He stuck his tongue between his
teeth as he intensified his efforts..

It was John that reacted first.  He began to shake.

"Oh geez!" he exclaimed.  "Oh......ohhhh"

A column of surprisingly thick gism shot a few inches into the air and
splashed over Jordan's hand. Three more bursts followed in quick
procession.

John squeezed his eyes shut and proclaimed, "Damn, that was absolutely the
greatest!"

All the while John never stopped flogging Jordan's cock.  Jordan, now
concentrating on his own needs could feel the excitement rising.

"Ohhh shit!" Jordan declared, "I'm about to shoot."

No sooner than proclaiming the warning a column of thin boy juice shot
several feet into the air.

John was suitably impressed. "Wow Jordan, you go off like a volcano!"

The boys sat back recovering once again from their exertions.  Each stared
into the others eyes and grinned.  Without expressing their feelings each
boy knew that committing the sexual act was the final brick that cemented
their relationship.

Snapping out of the sexual stupor John remembered, "Hey, we forgot the
time.  My parents will kill me if we are late for supper."

The boys cleaned up and returned at a trot towards the house.

Mrs. Rose wasn't the best cook in Gettysburg but she wasn't bad.  Jordan
thanked her profusely as a polite guest should.  The dessert was a
different matter entirely.  Jordan had two helpings of peach pie and
truthfully declared it to be the best peach pie he had ever tasted.

It was time for the man of the house to make an announcement.  "Ma tells me
you boys done a great job with the onions and potatoes.  You both got a lot
more done than I was expectin."  Mr. Rose turned to Jordan and continued.
"Based on what you did today I'd be pleased to have you come here again!

Both sporting ear to ear grins the boys turned and stared at each other

Every family had its habits and traditions and the Rose family certainly
had theirs.  Like many American families in the 1860's they had a love
affair with the English author Charles Dickens.  After the dishes had been
cleared the girls gathered about their father's knee as he got ready to
read aloud.  John, his mother and Jordan listened from nearby chairs.  The
tale for the moment was 'The Old Curiosity Shop'.  John Rose Senior turned
to a page several chapters in for he had begun this tale some time ago.  As
the flames flickered in the fireplace Jordan was soon mesmerized by the
golden tones of the father as he described the flight from London of little
Nell and her elderly grandfather from the evil money lender.  Mr. Rose knew
quite well what words to emphasize and how to capture the moods of the
characters.  The whole family was captivated.

At a particular poignant point in the story he suddenly closed the book and
put it down.  The family protested but Mr. Rose's word was law.

"It's time for bed," he declared.

Only then did Jordan realize how totally exhausted he was.  The day had
been long and he had laboured hard.  Add to that the energy expended in
exploring the farm as well as each other and Jordan had every reason to
collapse.  Nevertheless he was about to spend the very first night in the
same bedroom as John!  As he pondered the possibilities he could feel his
erection return.

It was quite dark now and the boys undressed by the light of the coal oil
lamp.  As each piece of clothing fell away they spent more time looking at
each other than themselves.  In Jordan's eye John's bare skin seemed to
shimmer in the glow of the lamp.  It made Jordan shudder with with sexual
energy.  John knew he was the centre of Jordan's gaze and performed a
modified strip tease.  Jordan had planned to sleep in his underwear but
John didn't pause when he came to that last article.  He shed then too and
then relishing his role he paused allowing Jordan to take him all in once
more.

John was not a poster boy.  He was tall for his age and very thin.  His
chest muscles showed no sign of development.  In better light one could
have counted his ribs.  He knew though that Jordan thought he was perfect,
a God in fact, and he loved him for it.

Jordan did admire him. He loved the wide expanse of blemish free skin, the
wide raised nipples, the tapered waist and his innie.  Add to all of that
five and a half inches of perfect cock crowned by a wide glans and how
could one not adore John?

"I think I'm going to sleep like this tonight," John teased.  With that he
slipped under the covers.

Now John never asked Jordan to come and sleep in his bed but he might as
well have.  His declaration of his mode of dress was a strong message to
Jordan to come and join him. Jordan undid the string in his underwear and
allowed them to drop to the floor.  Any remaining doubt of John's
intentions vanished as he lifted the covers so Jordan could slip in.

The bond between them was becoming so close that each of them knew what the
other was seeking without saying it.  Neither boy was seeking a sexual
climax, well, not for the moment anyway.  They wanted each others close
company, the closer the better.  For the moment they became an intertwined
writhing mass of arms, legs and throbbing cocks each looking for the ideal
position.  They settled on wrapping their arms around each other with their
bodies making full contact from their heads to the tips of their toes.
Even their cocks rested against each other pointing up towards their
navels.  Each felt the hardness of the other.

Facing as they were nose to nose John reached over and kissed Jordan on the
lips.

"I love you!" he whispered.

"Me Too!" Jordan replied.

They stared into each others eyes revelling in the feelings they had for
each other until they could hold their eyes open no longer.

Not until the rooster crowed did Jordan open his eyes again.  In unfamiliar
territory it took a second or two for him to get his bearings.  He thought
of his mother demanding that he be home in time for church.  Oh how he
wished he could stay there for the day.  He turned his head to stare at
John.

At some time in the night the boys had rolled onto their backs though
John's arm was still wrapped around him.  He felt stirring in his loins and
knew if he'd been in a private setting he'd be abusing himself about now.
Instead he carefully lifted the blanket off the sleeping figure.  Still
John did not stir.  He noticed John's limp penis sheathed the mushroomed
head entirely now.  The testes below appeared heavier than his own.  He
also noticed for the first time a couple of dozen dark hairs at the base of
John's cock.  He wondered how long it would be before he sprouted hair down
there.  Treating it like the egg of a tiny bird he lifted the flaccid cock
and allowed it to lay across his fingers.  It appeared to grow a little.
Jordan spun his body about so he was poised over John's groin.  Grasping
the organ more firmly now he forced down some skin exposing part of John's
corona.  Reaching down he began to lick.  John's boyhood grew more rapidly
now.

"Uhhh.......uhh........uhhh," John moaned quietly.

John's moan told Jordan he accepted his actions.  Emboldened Jordan opened
his mouth wide and took in half of John's cock allowing his tongue to wash
over and around the sensitive glans."

Fully awake now John expressed his pleasure.  "Oh shit, please keep
going. It feels sooo good!"

Jordan decided to try and recreate the pleasure that the Reverend Jacobs
had given him.  Although it was his first full blow job he'd had it
performed enough on him that he knew exactly what to do.  He pressed hard
as his lips moved again and again over the edge of John's helmet.

John writhed in pleasure.  He didn't care that it was Sunday.  "God damn!"
he exclaimed. "Oh SHIT!"

Jordan sped up twisting from side to side as he went. John couldn't last
long.  Jordan felt the first shot strike the back of his mouth.  He thought
momentarily of lifting but like the good reverend decided instead to stay
the course.  He swallowed his first load deciding right away that it wasn't
bad at all.  Jordan knew at that moment that he just loved to suck John's
cock.

As John lay in the afterglow he stated, "I dreamed several times that
someone would do that to me but I didn't think it could happen.  It was
even better than yesterday.  I gotta do you now."

"No, not now.  I'm late.  I gotta get going.  Besides I wanted this to be a
present."

Looking perplexed John replied, "A present?"

"Yeah, for being such a great friend and giving me a wonderful time this
weekend!"

The boys grinned anew, reached for each other and met in a passionate kiss.

Thirty minutes later Jordan pointed Cloud back into his own pasture.  He
was already counting the days to the next weekend.