Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2019 16:56:53 -0600
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Subject: War Is Hell by Cutter09 gay adult/youth

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War Is Hell

  It was the summer of 1865 that I returned to my small farm in Kentucky to
find my wife had been raped and murdered, and our small home burned, by the
marauding blue coats on their way back to that shithole they call home.

  Many people think the civil war was about slavery. It wasn't. Mostly it
was about states rights. Few people of the south actually owned slaves,
mostly large plantation owners did. Lincoln was dead set to save the
republic at all cost. Had the south been better equipped and financed, the
war may have turned out differently. I personally did not own any slaves,
nor did I approve of the practice. I did however fight for the south. When
I found my wife, it only confirmed why I had fought for the losing side.

  It took me the rest of the summer and all the fall to cut the timbers and
rebuild my home. During this time a countless number of ex-slaves crossed
my property, displaced by the new laws, and no idea of how to fend for
themselves. Usually I fed them and sent them on their way. Occasionally I
would make use of an able bodied man to help with a day or two of the
harder chores of rebuilding. For their help, I'd feed them the same
jackrabbit stew I was having, and give them a few coins.

  Since it was just me now, I didn't need much and built the cabin with
just one large room. If I ever married again, I could always add to the
house. By mid December the cabin and even the rough hewn furniture inside
were finished. As well as fenced areas for livestock (when I get more) and
repairs to the barn.

  I was feeling pretty good about my new home, even if I was a bit
lonely. The first snow of winter was falling outside, and I was warm and
snug in my own world.

  I was just about to drop off, when there came a scratching at the
door. At first I thought it might be a raccoon or something, then I barely
heard, "Please. I'm really cold."

  The voice was faint, so I jumped up and opened the door. It was a boy, no
bigger than a twig, shivering against the cold.

  "What the bloody hell are you doing out here? Come in before you catch
your death."

  I grabbed a blanket and threw it over his shoulders and directed him in
front of the fire. He was just a young black buck, no more than thirteen or
fourteen.

  "Where's your family?"

  "Ain't got none sir. I was a house slave back at the Foxwood plantation
down Nashville way. Old man Jacobs was letting us stay. Then some blue
coats burnt the place down. Jacobs said he had nothing left and that we'd
have to go. Everybody scattered. I've just been walking. Then the snow came
and I saw the smoke from your chimney, so I headed toward it."

  I dished him up some beans and a couple of biscuits. He asked why I was
living out here alone, so I explained about my wife.

  "I'm right sorry sir. I guess this war was hard on everybody."

  He told me his name was Clem. Most slaves carried their owners last name
so I guess he was Clem Jacobs.

  After he ate I turned out the lamp and climbed into bed. "Sleep wherever
you want," I said and turned over.

***

  I woke at daybreak as usual, to find Clem had already boiled some
coffee. I sat at the table and he brought me a tin cup and poured it for
me. That's when it hit me.

  "Jesus boy. You smell like the south end of a north bound mule. When was
the last time you had a bath?"

  "Don't rightly know sir. Been a while."

  I put some water on to boil then went out back. I filled the tub with
snow then drug it in off the back porch. When the water was boiling I
poured it on top of the melting snow, which made the temperature about
right.

  Handing Clem a bar of soap, "Here you go. Don't worry about how much you
use."

  He stripped down and I was surprised to see he was snipped. Most slaves
weren't. He had a nice set of bits on him, which wasn't surprising, since
most breeder slaves were well equipped for the job. It was about five
inches [12 cm] soft with a downward curve to it. The purple black knob was
noticeably larger than the shaft. When he stepped into the tub, I saw his
long skinny legs ended at the cutest bubble butt I'd ever seen. It made my
cock twitch inside my long johns.

  I started on my second cup of coffee while Clem bathed. "You ain't got
bugs in your hair do you?"

  "No sir."

  "What about down below?"

  He looked down then said, "I ain't got but a couple of hairs there, but I
don't think I have any bugs. It don't itch or nothing."

  I poured warm water over him when he stood, rinsing the soapy water off.

  "Wash your clothes in that soapy tub before you empty out the water," I
instructed.

  Clem didn't seem shy about his nakedness as he bent over the tub
scrubbing his clothes. Most slaves aren't afforded much privacy, so they
learn to live with being exposed. I could see his tackle hanging between
his legs just beyond that supreme butt. By now my cock was at its
maximum. I hadn't ever experienced that from looking at men before.

  He hung his clothes over a chair in front of the fire to dry, then
started tugging the tub toward the door.

  "Have you lost your faculties? There's a foot of snow out there and
you're naked as the day you were born.Didn't you learn anything last
night?"

  He smiled and said, "Yeah. I learned not all white men are cruel."

  "Yes, well if your black ass dies of pneumonia, I'll be the one stuck
with burying you."

  He looked down at the tent in my long johns. "I'll just have to wait for
my clothes to dry then."

  He walked around the cabin, straightening stuff. Then poured more coffee
for me.

  "I ain't never heard of a teen boy as a house slave," I said.

  "Well, my sire was Zeus. He and Jacobs were pretty close. One day they
were out riding and Jacobs fell off his horse. Zeus picked him up and
carried him into town for the Doc to take care of him. As a reward, Jacobs
gave him his freedom and brought me into the house so I'd never have to
work the fields. Ole Samuel didn't like me being in the house, but Jacobs
put him in his place."

  "Who's Ole Samuel?"

  "He was the head house slave."

  "What were your duties?" I asked.

  "Well, just about anything that needed doing. I can't run a big kitchen,
but I learned to cook pretty good. Cleaning, polishing, fixing stuff. Just
about anything that any of the girls took care of, Ole Samuel made me do
too."

  Around noon, Clem's clothes were dry enough to put on. As he pulled the
tub out, I went to check my traps. They were empty. I hauled some water
from the river to replace what I had used from the three barrels I keep
inside.

  "Looks like we're having jerky and leftover beans tonight," I informed
Clem.

  "Sounds good to me. I ain't ate two days in a row since I left Foxwood."

  We ate, and he cleaned up. I thought that next time I went into town, I
get a game of checkers or maybe a deck of cards, so we'd have something to
do.

  When Clem finished cleaning up, I got undressed to my long johns and got
into bed. I watched as he got naked, silhouetted by the fire. He rolled his
clothes into a makeshift pillow, then pulled the blanket over himself. He
was laying a few feet in front of the fire, and a few feet from me. After a
couple of minutes, I saw movement. Even though his back was to me, I could
tell he was stroking his boy bits.

  I was hard again instantly, and wanted to join in the same activity, but
I tend to make a lot of noise, and wouldn't be able to hide what I was
doing. A few minutes later I saw Clem lift the blanket in front. His arm
kept moving for a few seconds longer then he appeared to go to sleep.

***

  I woke up to the smell of coffee again. I stumbled to the table and
waited as Clem poured me a tin cup full.

  "You want to go pee first?" he asked looking at my lap.

  I was still hard from last night, and a full bladder wasn't helping.

  Outside in my long johns, the bitter cold ended my erection, and I was
able to relieve myself quickly.

  I sipped my coffee, trying to wake my brain, paying little attention to
him. It wasn't until he dragged in the tub that I asked, "What are you
doing?"

  "It's you who stinks now. I'm getting your bath ready."

  As he prepared the tub, I looked on the floor and saw stains that could
only be his spending last night. This thought of course went straight
south. When the bath was ready, Clem started to unbutton my undershirt.

  "I don't need your help," I informed him.

  "I know. But I have to earn my keep or you'll likely throw my out."

  "I wouldn't throw a dog out in this weather," I stated as he started
pulling at the bottom of my long johns.

  "Probably not. But I'm just an ex-slave. I'd rather not take my chances
on which you place more value."

  I chuckled at that, then my clothes were at my feet, and my problem was
quite noticeable. Quickly sitting in the tub didn't hide anything either.

  Clem got a cloth and began rubbing it across my chest. Then he did my
arms.

  "You know how I told you old Samuel made sure I did everything the girls
did. Well that wasn't just house work either."

  He started on my legs then.

  "He said I needed to know what to do if Mr. Jacobs called me to his
room. Jacobs never did, but Ole Samuel made sure I learned anyway."

  By now I was aching. His hand slid up to my throbbing manhood, and
gripped it.

  "I only did it for him a couple of times, because he spent more time with
teaching the girls. And you're a bit bigger than Ole Samuel, but I think I
can relieve you anyway," he said as he began to stroke me.

  I couldn't believe this young black boy was stroking my cock. I've
stroked it many times, my wife had done it once or twice but not to
finish. Here I was letting him do something so intimate that even my wife
hadn't.

  Suddenly he stopped. "Stand up please sir."

  I stood, Clem grabbed a towel and began to dry me off. He dried all he
could and I stepped out of the tub. He dried my feet, then asked me to
stand by the fire and keep warm.

  Standing by the fire, I watched him take off his clothes and get into the
tub I had just vacated. He didn't sit, instead chose to stand as he washed
himself right in front of me. He made sure I could see as he first cleaned
his front, then turned around so I could watch him wash that cute butt.

  Clem got out and dried off then knelt in front of me. He began stroking
me again, then slid his lips over my knob.

  "Oh sweet Jesus," I cried. That was something my wife definitely did not
do for me. In fact, none of the women I had been with had done that.

  He only had to work on me a couple of minutes, then he took about half my
manhood into his mouth and I exploded. He wasn't bothered by my cream
shooting down his throat. I felt him swallow three times, before taking his
mouth off me.

  Clem smiled up at me. "How do I rate against a dog now?"

  "I don't know. Can you corral animals?"

  His mouth dropped open in shock.

  "How are your hunting and tracking skills?"

  He finally got the joke, and slapped my thigh.

  "If a dog makes a mess on the floor, I rub his nose in it and throw him
outside."

  He looked at me questioningly.

  I pointed to the stain on the floor. "Someone messed on the floor last
night, and I know it wasn't me."

  He glanced at the obvious cum stain. "I'm sorry. I guess I got carried
away. I'll clean it up."

  "Leave it. It'll give me something to tell visitors about when they come
calling."

  Again he looked shocked and embarrassed, before realizing I was pulling
his leg. He stood, and I saw his meat sticking out about seven inches [18
cm] with a downward curve to it.

  I knelt in front of him. "Maybe I should take care of this before you
make a bigger mess on the floor."

  It was my first time to have a cock in my mouth. But if he could do it,
so could I.

  I guess a white man sucking a slave cock was new to him. He was almost
convulsing as his cock slid into my throat. He didn't take long to reward
me in kind, sending a nice load of boy juice into my gullet.

  As I pulled off him, Clem said, "I wasn't expecting you to do that sir."

  "It's gonna be a long winter. Why should you get to have all the fun?"

  "You're gonna let me stay all winter?"

  "Did you have someplace you have to be?"

  "Uh... no sir. I'd be happy to keep you company all winter."

  I got his blanket and spread it on my bed. "There's no reason for you to
sleep on the cold floor when there's plenty of room on the bed for both of
us. We'll be warmer too if we sleep close together."

  "Yes sir. You're probably right about that," he said with a smile.

  I got into bed, and held the blanket up for him to join me. He's smaller
and thinner than my wife, but seems to fit better spooned in front of me.

  He doesn't have a big pair of tits to hold, but he has a very nice big
cock for me to wrap my fingers around. Which is exactly what I did and
pulled him close to me.

  "You're one strange southern white man," Clem said when I kissed the back
of his neck.

  "Well, you're one sexy little slave boy."

***

  I woke up from having one of the best dreams I've ever had. My hand was
stroking Clem's cock and my cock was in his butt crack as I humped against
him. I stopped humping, but didn't let go of his teen cock.

  "Mmm. Why'd you stop? It was feeling pretty nice."

  "I didn't know you were awake."

  "I've heard tell it can be done that way."

  "What can?"

  "You know..." he said and wiggled his butt against me.

  "Uh...I've heard that too, but I've never done it."

  "Want to try it?" Clem asked.

  "Um, won't it hurt?"

  "I've been a slave all my life. I'm used to pain."

  "Well, you're not a slave anymore, and I don't believe in slavery
anyway. I don't want to hurt you, I'm not exactly small."

  "No, you're certainly not small. You've been staring at my butt since I
got here. Like you said, it's gonna be a long cold winter, do you want to
spend it torturing yourself staring at my butt every time we bathe or
change clothes?"

  "I think I can handle a little torture," I defended.

  "Would it help if I said I want it?" Clem asked reaching for my cock.

  "You want it? Look, I'm not going to kick you out in the snow no matter
if we do anything or not."

  "I know. That's why I want you to do it. You're a good man. Good men are
hard to find these days. I've been thinking about it since I first saw you
looking at my butt. I got a bit scared when I saw the lump in your long
johns, but I know you won't hurt me on purpose."

  Without further discussion, Clem got out of bed. He threw a log on the
fire, then took a spoon of lard from the can on the shelf. I was watching
his butt the whole time, and the thought of what we were about to do
excited the hell out of me.

  He got back in my bed and used the lard on my cock. Then he turned onto
his stomach and pushed the remainder in his crack. It was the sexiest thing
I ever saw. He was preparing himself to accept me. I couldn't take my eyes
off him.

  He spread his cheeks apart and lay there.

  "Please. I really do want it."

  I climbed onto his back, he grabbed my cock and aimed it at his opening
as I settled down on him.

  "Push. It's okay. I promise."

  His head was just under my chin, and I could feel his fingers around my
cock guiding it where he wanted. I hesitantly applied pressure, and Clem
groaned. He was still holding my cock and not trying to get away, so I kept
pressing forward. Suddenly his muscle gave way to my invader, and his butt
swallowed the head of my thick cock.

  "Ummph," Clem groaned but still didn't try to escape. I proceeded
forward, backing out a couple of times, only to push even deeper on the
next stroke. He continued to grunt at each stroke, until my balls mashed
against his.

  "Aahh." It was more of a happy moan than a grunt.

  I pulled out almost completely, then slid slowly back in. His hips came
up a bit to meet me, and I pressed hard against his butt cheeks. I fucked
his tight tunnel slowly head to balls. Slower than I ever did my wife. Of
course it never felt this good with her. His chute was much tighter than
her vagina.

  After a couple of minutes of slow fucking, Clem moaned "Faster."

  I picked up the pace a bit, still taking long strokes.

  "Mmm. Yes."

  He kept moaning as I plowed into his ass.

  "Is this what you wanted when you were staring at my butt?" he whispered.

  "I didn't know it at the time, but yes. Is it what you thought it would
be like?"

  "No. It's even better than I thought," he moaned, and I felt his butt
tighten on me.

  I slipped my hands under his shoulders and grabbed them. I started to
pound him harder.

  "Oh Jesus. Fuck me with that big white cock."

  I went over the edge then and emptied my load in him. I shot six huge
ropes of cum inside him, then collapsed on his back.

  We lay there for a few minutes catching our breath. I didn't feel like
moving, and could have fallen asleep easily.

  "If it were possible, I think you would have just made me pregnant," Clem
commented beneath me.

  "If it were possible, I don't think I would have cared."

  A minute later, I pulled my soft cock from his butt. "Turn over, and I'll
take care of you too," I offered.

  "No need. I messed the sheets twice while you were fucking me. Don't
worry, I'll wash them."

  I smiled. "Twice? You really did like my white cock in you."

  "From the way you flooded me, I'd say you like my black butt too."

  "Well let's just say you shouldn't worry about washing the sheets. I
think I'm gonna make you mess them again real soon."

  He peeled himself from the bed and I could see a huge mess of cum on the
sheet.

  "You really did like it," I pointed out to him.

  "I told you I wanted you. I just didn't know it would be that good."

  I wasn't married to my wife very long, but not once did she say she
wanted me. I liked the sound of that.

  "Are you hungry? How about some jerky? You'll need to keep your strength
up old man to please this slave boy."

  As he started away, I grabbed him and pulled him onto my lap. His soft
teen cock lay between his legs. I stroked it a little then moved my hand to
his belly. He watched as I rubbed it, then leaned in to kiss his lips.

  "Too bad I can't get you pregnant. Then you'd have to stay with me."

  "You want me to stay?"

  I nodded.

  He kissed me, then chuckled and said, "I'm sure people around these parts
would love to see a black boy and a white man with a half black baby. I
doubt it would take them more than a day to lynch us."

  My cock was rising under his butt. I turned him and threw him on the
bed. Crawling up between his legs I leaned in to kiss him again.

  "I'm laying in my own cum," he pointed out.

  "Do you care?"

  "Are you going to fuck me again?"

  "Yes," I said with an evil grin.

  "Then I don't care."

  He guided my cock to his butt, and wrapped his legs around me. I slid in
completely and stroked him a few times. His arms went around my neck.

  "Do you want me to fuck you hard?"

  "Mmm yes."

  "Then promise you'll stay with me."

  "I promise."

The End
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