Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2021 00:32:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Civil War History Class

Taking a AP history class, I knew that it was going to be a challenge.
With our high school nationally ranked, it wouldn't be the proverbial
"walk around the park." It was always my favorite subject of study.
Then again, whether by genetics or via so many trips, my mother was a
nationally respected historian. This meant my sisters and I, literally
didn't have a choice growing up, other than to accompany her on trips.
Her specialty was the revolutionary war, and dad had helped proofread her
very well selling books. He was her biggest cheerleader, and our family
would see a lot of National parks, along with museums. This was a
wonderful environment, and my sisters and I all later would attend Ivy
League institutions.

Yet as a sophomore in high school, one would think our history teacher
was author Bruce Catton. Yes we learned a lot, but even with this being a
labor of love, it was more time consuming than AP math or science. Mr.
Thompson was probably too bright for his own good, yet his social
awkwardness, was perhaps the reason he was not a college professor. In
his 40s, he was a stickler for detail, and knowing just about everything
we could on the years primary core component. The civil war. When you
think about it, those words don't seem to pair well together. Almost
like you have a pink and orange sock to wear. Definitely against the
grain, as the American civil war was the most bloody of all. While
disease was responsible for a lot of the casualties, there was no love
lost, as it often was "brother against brother."

Can you imagine being in combat against your family member? We analyzed a
lot of angles in Mr. Thompson's classes, and one that fascinated me, was
the "revisionism if the south had simply held their ground." The attack
on Fort Sumter was the starting event, but we took looks, at what may
have happened if confederates had simply stood their ground from Virginia
down to Florida and Texas regions. Sun Tzu and other war experts, plus
experiences, have shown that forces who defended their areas tended to
have an advantage. There were many factors, including fighting for your
lands/social circles, and also having a better idea of where to attack or
take cover. My friend Josh used to joke, "it was like home field
advantage in sports playoffs," and even Mr Thompson found it funny.

Josh was everything I had ever dreamed of, as he easily was one of the
schools best looking guys. Tall, muscular, he was easily 6'3 and 200
pounds. Rumor had it that he'd be the starting quarterback next year,
and many of us were impressed by his laser beam passes in junior varsity
games. I went because I loved the sport, but also because I wanted to
check him out. Other players too, as I figured he probably was fucking
the cheerleaders, although last year I had my cherry popped by a Boy
Scout while camping.

James and I were on and off, as camping trips allowed us, but with my 15
year old hormones, I did need to be serviced more often. When I could get
plowed I would, and despite James living across town, occasionally I'd
blow him in one of the schools bathroom stalls. Always hankering for his
sperm in my throat, yet even more I wanted him to make my g spot get
tagged by that monster cock of his that felt mind blowing. This weeks
classes were a lot on Grant and Meades battle styles, compared to Lee and
Jackson's. A lot of late nights, and we'd be getting a large test on
this next week. One day Josh asked me if "I could help him prepare for
this exam." At first I thought he was speaking to someone else, but as
his blue eyes looked down into my brown ones, he was talking to me.
"Sure, I'd be happy to." At 5'5 and maybe 135 pounds dripping wet, I
figured he didn't even know who I was. Yet he brought up "my
presentation on General Burnsides mistakes." He actually remembered, how
I taught the class that the term sideburns, came from the admittedly
inept general.

My speech on Burnsides was sympathetic. He had been straightforward with
President Lincoln, and other union leaders, about his "concerns about
being a battle commander." Sadly his premonitions were correct, and his
decisions along with casualty counts, were a horror story. Yet until the
end of his life, he was earnest enough to say "they picked the wrong man
to lead." Yes Mclellan had been lazy and over cautious, but Burnsides
was "over his head" from the moment of his commissioning. I really did
like this project, and smiled feeling flush that Josh remembered this. He
looked so good, and I agreed to have him, study with me this weekend at
my family's house. I gave him my cell phone number, and was onto
Biology. A lot of my cells and chemicals, were heightened as I made my
way to Mrs. Johnston's class. The smell of his confidence, cologne, and
maleness caused me to be distracted. Not sure how to describe it but
spellbound.

I knew he was straight, but went home that night, aware of what had to be
done. As I showered, that new head really delivered the pressure. Hot
water all over me, steam permeating every corner of the bathroom. I
thought of Josh taking his shirt off with his athletic pecs, red colored
nipples, with his pants coming off. He had his hands wrapped around my
shaved penis, and slid his monster head in my me as I submissively bent
over for him. What I wouldn't do, as I held onto my ankles knees out,
feeling him take me to his hearts content. His moans of pleasure, as the
water was all over me, and I fingered my clean hole. It felt so good as
my finger slid in further, and I moved it around so as to increase the
arousal. My penis stood at attention, as a few strokes later, I orgasmed
so powerfully that it took my breath away. Watching the hot water move my
thick white cum down the drain, I dried off and was ready for bed. A good
night of sleep, until that alarm clock was a rude reminder, that school
happened today. Yet I was closer to having my crush over. Anytime I could
spend with Josh, any opportunity, was better than nothing.

Rinsing my mouthwash out, I put my oversized backpack on, and got to the
bus stop. Mr Haines wished us his usual cheerful greeting as we got on.
Amazing how hard working people like him, usually had a better attitude
than loafers. Such as my guidance counselor Mr Tennyson, who seemed to be
content collecting a paycheck. Every visit to his office about future
opportunities, was a waste of time. Our principal and assistant
principals were good people, and most of my teachers were exceptional.
Sure there was an occasional loser, but for the most part, our high
school was the cream of the crop. So many had moved into the district,
for its academic and athletics reputation.

At an attendance of 2,500 we were a large school. Our diversity was huge.
If memory serves me correctly, we had every nationality possible. My
friend Amy and I would always attend international night. The food, arts,
music, and learning were divine. We'd obviously have to wait until next
year, but we said hi to each other at our lockers before class. We had
been friends since elementary school, knew I was gay, and was totally
supportive. It was so good to have such a kind friend. Catching up with
her, I felt bad that her AP calculus teacher was such a bitch.

Lunch that day was the normal garbage. Something that looked like a
styrofoam pizza, carrots that probably passed the expiration date, and US
government cheese. At least the chocolate milk was tasty. I sat with the
geeks. While it was inevitable that we'd be picked on by jocks
occasionally, our table was able to be good to each other. With my brown
eye glasses to match my hair, I wasn't alone, and we often played role
playing games like Magic. Computer wiz Larry had figured out, how to
connect our phones with an app he created. We all knew he would be going
to MIT, or hacking for some less than exemplary organization. He was a
good person, but so literal minded, that someone who was devious enough
could earn his trust. All of us hoped for the best, and Gina at our
table, was showing us how to do more with coding. This would be the
present and future, no doubt about it, as this is also where the money
was to be made.

As the week passed, I kept thinking of Josh. We had class again, and for
once my passion of civil war history was overtaken. My tighty whities
were even more so, and his arctic blue eyes along with that look of his.
He was so sexy, and his smile had me dreaming of our lips and hips being
together. Deep down I knew wouldn't happen, but I did look at his crotch
when his pupils glanced elsewhere. Oh to be held by his strong arms, his
hands on my chest, as he pounded me until the sun went down. I took a
hall pass, and literally jerked my shaved penis to submission. Emptied
balls, I finally was able to return to class, and focus on what was on
the upcoming test. Even my note taking skills came back, as Mr Thompson
delved into currency and weapon depots. There definitely was a lot of
Union and confederate advances, against railroads to keep on my cerebral
cortex for now.

Saturday came and after sleeping in, I had a breakfast of pancakes and
bacon. My parents and sister were visiting my older sibling at the
university, so I had the house to myself all weekend. As usual I did my
chores that were listed on the fridge, showered, and awaited the dream of
a man to show up for history studies. How my diminutive body ached for
him, despite the odds being like winning at a Las Vegas casino. All I
knew was my hole was on high alert, and my testes were full of cum, as it
had been some time since James had given me a ride. Cleaning the house, I
also knocked out the bathroom and laundry, so I could focus on history
class with the sexiest stud of our high school. The way he looked in
those football uniforms, so absolutely stunning that it made my knees
shake. Amy had caught me looking at him several times, laughing with
kindness, "you and every woman's dream." His masculinity and presence,
just there's no way to describe his stud factor and that chiseled jaw
too.

Feeding our cat Max, I brought out the history study guide, placing it on
the living room table. Would Josh oversleep or forget, as he hadn't
texted me? I knew the football team had a bye week, but knew that it
could just be a regular Saturday, with my laptop computer getting off.
Sure I liked porn, but even being around a true man, and blowing a load
afterwards was best. It was far more personal, and really did create
large amounts of ball batter with unbelievably strong orgasms. Either way
my hormones were lit up, reminding me of my 15 year age, and I was
wearing plaid pajama bottoms, along with our high school t shirt spirit
wear. Longing clothes basically, and at the appointed time, no sign of
Josh. Dammit. I got water from the fridge, realizing that I'd probably
be on my Nintendo Switch soon. Guess Zelda time, or perhaps would it be
goofing off with Mario Kart?

The most pleasant sound of all filled my ears. The doorbell, and sure
enough, it was Josh. He came in confidently with a fist bump. "Thanks
Terry for helping me out bro." I felt good, as no one had done that to
me like he did. So charismatic and just loved his cockiness. While we'd
be studying history, I noticed he had another bag. "Study materials,"
he said with that deep voice and a smile with swagger. Excellent! Vodka
and a big bottle too. Smirnoff and we were going to study properly, and
we got red solo cups, and mixed OJ and also Kool Aid with it. This was
how to learn civil war history!

We went over our paperwork on the brown leather living room couch.
Whatever cologne he was wearing was making me frisky, and he looked so
amazingly cute in his tight blue jeans and school t shirt. Guess we both
were proud of our high school, and he looked taller than I remembered.
Was the booze kicking in? We laughed and we're close together, as we
perused confederate vs Union data, battle strategies, and names of
maneuvers. I was happy he loved history too, and how he compared it to
his football playbook. The game wasn't for dumb jocks, as he had to
remember lots of plays along with adjustments. I liked how he called
football "chess on steroids." As an avid enthusiast, his explanations
were a cinch to grasp, and Josh poured me another drink. As he walked
away I admired his stature, and how I'd love to be hanging on his hips.

We went through the stack of cue cards, along with our computer data. All
of our knowledge was surprisingly good, and as we drank, I started to
feel tipsy. His ivory white teeth and red lips were within reach. Those
blue eyes were hypnotically pulling me, it was as if a force of sexual
aggression was revealing itself like a gift ready to be opened. Yet I
didn't dare, as I knew how athletic studs could, hit with such
viciousness on the field. All of that unbridled testosterone, why mess
with a bull, that already was unknown and instead play it safe?

Was this happening? It was as he kissed my mouth. Josh looked me in the
eyes, sensed my tension, and simply said "it's okay Terry, I'm gay
too." Stunned yet paralyzed, our lips meshed again. On the brown couch
both of our inhibitions thrown away with the booze, soon our tongues met
in a unison of a mating dance that all of us knew. Soon I felt it, I just
knew he was going to make love to me, and I would be lusted upon by
Captain America. He was even more handsome up close, and as we kissed, he
put his hands up on my chest. Soon my shirt was off. It was
instantaneous. Soon my bare nipples were in his mouth. Hardening. Heart
rate at a high rate. All of my erroneous zones aroused past the point of
no return, putty to his kisses and football callused hands on me.

That athletic cologne, it screamed masculinity, as I felt his tongue and
hands on my chest. Soon he was rubbing my crotch, and my eight inch stick
and balls were full and airborne. He had me. Taking my pajamas off, we
stood up together. Looking up at him, we kissed as he held my blue
underwear covered ass in those ridiculously strong hands. The whole
neighborhood must have heard my high pitch sigh of satisfaction. I almost
pinched myself, as this was not a dream. As our kissing intensified, he
grabbed my ass, and soon his hands were down on my shaved penis. Precum
must have been oozing, and he told me "stand naked in front of me." How
could I not, and although slightly vulnerable in only my shaved body in
front of him, his clothing came off.

Goddamn. Josh's pecs, hairy chest, and once his boxers came off. I was
quickly surprised that he had only about a 6 inch cock, but it was thick
and lusciously delicious. Manscaped nicely with brownish colored pubes,
he pulled me by my butt cheeks to his groin. Soon he put his penis and
mine together. Our frottage was succulent, and I moaned as he jammed his
throbbing penis into my shaved balls. Kissing and soon he was necking me,
finally it was my turn to change things up. "Get up in my bedroom." I
held his hands, played with his genitals as he felt my rear end up, and
soon we were on my plaid queen sized bed.

Gliding him to it, I got him to lay down. As I massaged his penis, I
loved how he just had such a nicely defined head and really attractive
balls. Without warning I took him in my mouth. Oh yes his sugary sperm
begun to ooze onto my tongue. Looking up at him I had everything going as
planned. His long athletic body, and those biceps were trembling as I
gobbled him up with ravenous appetite. I spit on his penis, and he could
see the wetness as I went up and down with so much enthusiasm. Slurping
his balls in my mouth, he kept saying he'd cum, but I knew based on
where they were he had plenty of time to fill my hole with his DNA.

His musky thick penis was mine. That smell of maleness, and his sex
wrapped up in my lips, gums, and tongue. As I brought him into me, I felt
up his abdomen to his moans of ecstasy. His precum was on my lips, and I
let Josh catch a view of it, as I looked in his eyes. That smile screamed
victory. My knees never felt the floor, as I was between his legs,
literally showing him my divine mouth and all of its heat and moisture
for his manhood. Damn he tasted so good, and I loved doing him my way.
Eventually I got on the bed, and as I sucked his pole, the clicking
noises of my mouth and face diving onto his loins, and his juices ebbing
was a symphony of raw sexuality.

His hands on my chest. Those succulent lips met mine, and oh yes they
were shaking a bit. It was if I had sucked his soul out. "You give me
the best blow job ever, sit back and relax." I was happy to, as he first
started jerking my hard penis in his damn they looked good palms. Soon he
poked my testes with his throbbing cock again, and I was almost out of
breath. His hands got our two dicks together, and eventually it was
spacing out like. All track of everything was gone, and I could see stars
in my eyes, and a sensation of a wet comfortable blanket enveloping me.
Josh had my penis in his mouth now. Oh yes. Looking each other in the
eyes. The magic and desire, sweat, and ginger snap tasting air along with
lightning bolts of sensuality. It was an arc of adrenaline and adventure
of the unknown, yet the so very desired.

Definitely he knew what he was doing. His wet mouth all over my penis.
"This is the biggest cock I've ever seen." I got even harder, and I
got a glimpse, my normally tan white cock was purple with tension. Josh
made my balls feel so good in his finger tips, and when he kissed them, I
lost what was left of my mind. Yet it only got better. Soon he was
licking my rear end. I gave him my hole. All his as I somehow gave him
the lube. He bent me over and as his tongue entered me, I felt the
burning desire of bridges climbing over the highest of passions. "Please
be inside me." Those words came out like, "please, oh, please, oh, be
inside, oh, me." I gave him the green light, and as his thick lube
fingers probed me I was begging him like a female dog in heat. "Take me,
do me, have me. I'm all yours."

I heard him grunt, and his hard cock on my butt cheeks. What a rush. His
penis and balls sat on me as I pushed upwards, and spread my cheeks. Time
had stopped, and yet the bed made noises as the coils adjusted. The
creaks enhanced everything, as soon I felt his cock head penetrate me. Oh
my. His shaft a minute later, and while gentle, I cooed like a bird as
his balls stopped at the edge of my hole. He grabbed my waist with
authority, and his hands were magic that made my sugary feeling groin
loosen up even more for him.

My fingers grabbed the bedsheets, as he plunged in and out of me. Such a
wonderful emancipated feeling. We grunted together. He was inside me, and
I had him completely in. The quarterback was making love to me, and soon
I laid down and spread my legs for him. Oh yes my feet on his shoulders.
He sucked my toes! Pure sexual dynamite as between his blue eyes,
breathing, and penis exploring my insides, I clenched down as hard as my
ass would allow. His smile said it all as we kissed. We were one sexual
unit lost in each other, and as he touched my balls, I looked up in the
ceiling in pure bliss. It all happened so fast and furiously, as my balls
exploded all over my chest to Josh's kisses.

As he continued to have his way, I kissed him with new feelings. He
returned my smooches with gusto, and I rode his man meat to his
satisfaction. I loved being his bitch. Now I was the cheerleader, buck
naked and violated by the best player. His sweaty hair showed that my
cardio was preferable to his usual workouts, as he plunged inside me raw
dogging me to the cadence of his desire. Kissing and holding hands, I
felt his full balls up, and was ready for the internal globs of his thick
white sperm. As he convulsed and bit his lips, he came into me like a
morning glory flower, that got the photosynthesis light it had been long
looking for.

We did more drinking than studying. Also more sexual romps until Sunday
afternoon. Amazingly we both got A's on Mr Thompson's test, but I think
we got an A plus for our compatibility. Our chemistry and drives were
hard, and quite often after school or on weekends, we'd finally a place
to kiss, suck, and fuck like the wild animals we were. In high school we
kept it on the down low, although there were occasion crotch grabs or
grab ass when we had a chance. As he won the district championship, I
knew as soon as he left the field, I knew we were going to have a
wonderful night together of passion and lust.