Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2019 21:50:29 -0500
From: wildwing4160@gmail.com
Subject: Memories of Gettysburg Chapter 1

Preface: It's been eight long years since I last submitted a story to
Nifty. I won't bore you with the reasons for my absence. Suffice it to say
my creative juices have returned and I'm hoping that most of my avid
followers are still out there.

Like most of my tales 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.

The quality of my work is due in large part to my fine editor A.B. I shall
always be indebted to him.

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read it before but donate to Nifty. It's important that we keep this
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                                 Memories of Gettysburg

Chapter One

Jordan closed the latch to the chicken coop with care. He'd already been
blamed once for leaving it open and to heck if he was going to be blamed
again. No sir, if that wily fox returned he'd have to find another way in.

He nonchalantly kicked at a clod of dried clay as he crossed the weed
strewn yard. The clod flew through the air striking the side of the barn
and disintegrating into a hundred powdery pieces.

"Wacha doin Jordan?"

Jordan knew his younger brother was keen to play with him. In fact it
seemed Joshua was eternally ready to play. I guess being seven it was only
natural.

"You know I gotta finish my chores Joshua."

Joshua had no qualms about getting dirty. He was seated, his legs stretched
out before him pushing piles of earth back and forth playing some imaginary
game. He was dangerously close to a manure pile. Too close for Jordan's
liking.

"Yeah, I guess so. But you're going to be finished soon ain't ya?"

"Soon," Jordan agreed.

Joshua immediately brightened up. "Then can we go to the woods again?"

Returning Joshua's grin Jordan acquiesced, "Sure Joshua. Why not? Soon as
ma agrees the chores are done. Okay?"

Without waiting for Joshua's final shout of approval he turned and entered
the house. His nostrils immediately filled with the delectable aroma of
fresh baked bread. No doubt about it, ma baked the best bread in the entire
state of Pennsylvania.

Jordan could not resist throwing a compliment ma's way. "Damn, that sure
smells great ma!"

"Mind your tongue Jordan. We don't speak harshly. Not in this household."

Despite the rigors of raising three children and helping her husband run a
large farm, Mary O'Reilly had maintained her attractiveness. Over the years
her once blond hair had turned a flaxen brown. The long strands were tied
neatly at the back of her head. A pretty gingham dress was almost
completely hidden by a large blue cooking apron with a large bow in the
back. She was washing her hands as Jordan entered.

With his mother's admonition Jordan looked downcast. Mind you it was just
for show, out of respect for her. He knew ma wasn't really mad at him.

"Sorry ma," he murmured.

"How are your chores coming son? The chickens fed yet?"

Jordan reached for a wicker basket perched on the side cabinet. "Sure ma,
but I gotta collect the eggs yet." He hesitated and then added, "After I
done that can me and Joshua go to the woods agin?"

"I don't see why not, but I want you to draw some water from the well
first.. Also Ben and your pa are gathering hay in the back forty. I'd like
you to take them a pitcher of lemonade on the way."

"Sure thing ma," he agreed.

He literally skipped back outside, egg basket in hand.

Minutes later Joshua followed his brother as they skirted the edge of the
corn field, pitcher in hand. Joshua didn't mind his brother's company. He
knew Joshua looked up to him just as he always looked up to his older
brother Ben. He made a right turn and followed the split cedar rail fence
past the orchard. The orchard was one of his favorite places on the
farm. The trees were easy to climb and there were always bird nests to find
in the Spring.

They could hear voices now and that was the cue for Joshua to go racing
ahead. By the time Jordan reached his father Joshua was in the firm grip of
his father's arms.

"Me and Jordan are going to the woods pa!" he shouted.

"Well you just make sure you don't get eaten by no bear, son! They can be
pretty ornery sometimes."

"Awww pa. Ain't no bears in our woods. Is there?"

"You never know son. Could still be the odd one lurking about," he
guffawed.

Ben was up on the wagon where he had been rearranging the hay that pa
pitchforked up there.  Now he reached down and gladly took the pitcher from
Jordan.

"Thanks brother. I sure as heck needed this."

Jordan found himself staring up at Ben watching the sweat form rivulets
through the dust on his bare chest. Ben was near enough a man now and had
the muscles to prove it. He wondered if he would ever get muscles like
Ben. In fact he wondered about other things too. He had seen Ben develop
over the years. Skinny dipping together had been a brotherly ritual even
before Joshua came along. Even now he often found excuses to enter Ben's
bedroom. Ben had no modesty and often stripped in front of him. Compared to
his own, Ben's cock was humongous and when Jordan was alone he often had
visions of it. Out of curiosity he questioned Ben about it one day.

Ben had just laughed. "Be patient little brother," he chided him. "Yours'll
get just as big one day.  You wait and see!"

Jordan tried hard to believe his brother but when he stared down at his own
member he couldn't fathom how it could ever happen.

Ben broke Jordan's train of thought as he lowered the pitcher to his
waiting father. "Ma sure knows how to keep us happy."

"Yup, she made it fresh," Jordan explained.

Jordan was about to add another thought when he became aware of tugging at
his pant leg.

"C'mon Jordan I want to go swimmin now."

"You better go son," pa laughed, "before Joshua devours you. Just make sure
you get back in time for supper."

Before long the boys were deep in the woods following the creek bed. It
really wasn't much of a creek. For the most part it trickled and splashed
over a maze of stone as it meandered through the base of the shallow
valley. At one point however the creek was forced to make a hard left by
the roots of a giant sycamore tree. The sudden turn caused the current to
cut into the soil creating a substantial pool several feet deep. The boys
over the years had also built a stone dam downstream from the pool adding
another foot or so to its depth. It was the best place in the entire world
to cool off in the summer.

Jordan had been coming here for as long as he could remember. Ben used to
have him in tow just as he had Joshua in tow now.

Clothing was not an option here. In fact Jordan didn't think any of the
boys even owned a bathing suit. Besides he loved the feeling of the air as
well as the water on his bare skin.

Just like Ben, Jordan noted, Joshua didn't have a modest bone in his
body. No sooner had they arrived then Joshua's clothes were flying in every
direction.

"C'mon Jordan," he shouted. "Last one in is a scaredy cat chicken!"

Jordan was in no hurry. He smiled at Joshua's antics recalling his own
behavior when Ben had brought him. Joshua was a cute kid and Jordan loved
him but not in a sexual way. He had to admit though that he had caught
himself staring at Joshua's small but perfect cock as well as his bubble
butt. Sometimes Joshua would rest in the water in Jordan's arms and Jordan
would get to grip that bubble butt as he supported him. On rare occasions
Joshua was not beyond giving Jordan's cock a surprise yank and yelling
You're it!' in a game of tag. But that was as far as it ever went.

The swim hole was also one of Jordan's favorite haunts when he sought some
personal privacy too. He often pulled his pants down and played with
himself here. In fact the first time he squirted was right here by the
pool. Like a lot of twelve-year-olds who discovered the act he soon became
addicted to it and sought out this solace sometimes four times a day.

Today it seemed he was forced to be satisfied with watching his brother
churn the pool while he contemplated his sexual yearnings and wondered what
it all meant. He recalled how he had discovered those magical feelings just
a few months prior.

The tale began in the Gettysburg public school near the beginning of the
school year. Miss Clarke taught six grades and fifty-two pupils, a tough
task at the best of times. One trick she used to get through the day was to
use the brighter students to tutor the slower ones. Jordan was deemed to be
one of the brighter ones. Robert Posey on the other hand - well, let's just
say he struggled mightily, especially in arithmetic. Despite a prominent
gap in his front teeth and his being a little overweight, he was handsome
enough. Though he was two years older and considerably larger than Jordan
he appreciated everything Jordan showed him.

"You're the smartest boy in the class," he used to say, "and that's a
fact!"

For his part Jordan initially resented the chore Miss Clarke had given
him. He didn't care that much for Robert either. As the weeks passed Jordan
came to realize how much he was appreciated and the bond began to grow. By
Thanksgiving they were always together.

The bond grew in a new direction too. It began innocently enough. They
shared a short bench behind a double desk. As they began a new assignment
Robert would typically slide to his left and look over Jordan's shoulder
seeking help. Legs often made contact under the desk. Jordan resented it at
first but as Robert continued to pile on the lavish praise and the bond
began to grow, Jordan began to relax and enjoy the contact. In fact he
began to initiate the contact himself.

The boys often smiled at each other now. Robert would put his pencil down,
stare into Jordan's eyes and say, "I wished I wuz as smart as you
Jordan. Youz is as smart as Miss Clarke. That's what I think anyways!"

Jordan knew Robert was sincere and he learned to appreciate it even if it
wasn't true.

Robert had the habit of placing his left hand under the table on his own
knee as he worked his pencil with his right. The hand now drifted on
occasion the short distance to Jordan's knee. Each time contact occurred
Jordan experienced a tingling sensation up and down his spine. He did not
object. Emboldened, the hand, inch by inch and day by day, worked its way
up Jordan's leg.  Jordan would smile and continue to work his pencil.

Jordan recalled vividly the day the hand reached his basket and a single
finger pressed lightly. He went right on explaining a long division
question seemingly oblivious to the hijinks below. He was however concerned
that someone else, perhaps even Miss Clarke, might recognize what was
occurring. He learned to lean forward so that the front of his body made
contact with the desk.  He also raised his left leg so that it made contact
with the underside of his desk. He felt confident now that their actions
were impossible to see.

Robert upped the ante by groping Jordan with his entire hand. Jordan was
experiencing sexual feelings he never knew existed and he loved it. He also
pretended to be completely oblivious to Robert's advances. That was all the
incentive Robert needed to press on.

They were in the middle of a reading lesson one day when he felt Robert
play around with the buttons on his pants. As excited as he felt Jordan
also felt a pang of anxiety. He quickly scanned the room looking for prying
eyes. Despite his apprehension everyone seemed absorbed in their own
lessons. He relaxed a little, but then took a deep breath as he felt one,
perhaps two fingers penetrate past the buttons. A little further probing
and the fingers found their target. He slowly released the air from his
lungs as the two intruders wrapped themselves around his erection.

Robert leaned over and whispered, "You got a real nice one Jordan!"

"Shhh!" Jordan responded. He was afraid the walls themselves had ears.

The fingers began to migrate up and down.

"Nice!" Robert whispered in earnest. "Real nice!"

Jordan realized he liked the sensation of Robert's bare hand on his
cock. He liked it a lot! This time instead of shushing him he looked into
Robert's face and smiled. Mind you, what the next step might be was still a
mystery to him.

In the ensuing weeks Jordan looked forward to being groped au naturel on a
daily basis. He was still concerned about being found out though. Getting
the buttons undone and getting into his pants could only be accomplished
with some twisting and turning on Robert's part.. The danger never seemed
to dawn on Robert for one moment. His concentration was entirely on the
prize.  Jordan reduced the danger by opening up a button or two as he sat
down. He also began coming to school without underwear or he'd push his
cock and balls through the underwear flap in front before he entered the
room. Now all Robert had to do was slide his hand over, slip past the open
buttons and clamp on to Jordan's waiting cock. Once Jordan had Robert read
two chapters of Moby Dick while, appropriately enough, holding Jordan's
dick the entire time. Thank goodness Miss Clarke was not in the habit of
having pupils stand without warning.

A loud voice suddenly snapped Jordan back to the present.

"Ain't ya ever coming in? I'm getting bored."

Jordan realized he'd been doing a lousy job of looking after Joshua. He
also realized he'd given himself a strong erection. It would have been a
good time to rub himself until he shot but he wasn't going to perform in
front of Joshua. That great feeling would have to wait.

"Okay Joshua, here I come, ready or not!"

Jordan rose quickly and raced for the water. He hoped Joshua didn't notice
his erection swinging back and forth. He didn't stop splashing until he had
attained a depth that would guarantee his equipment staying well below the
water level.

"Yay!" Joshua screamed as he paddled over to his brother. Before he
realized Joshua's intentions Jordan felt his little brother's hand wrap
around his hardness.

Joshua grinned widely and then with a singsong voice began to taunt,
"Jordan's got a woody, Jordan's got a woody!"

Jordan quickly pulled away and spat back, "You better not tell ma, Joshua!
You do and I ain't bringing you here for a whole month. Ya hear?"

"Awww you know I wouldn't tell don'tcha."

Jordan thought a moment and then grinned. "Yeah, you're right. You're a
good brother, better'n most!"

"You said I was the best Jordan."

Jordan laughed.. "You're right. You are the best!"

"Let's play the drunk game Jordan."

"Again? We always play that game, Joshua."

"I know," Joshua agreed, "but I really like it!"

Joshua climbed onto Jordan's back and wrapped his arms around Jordan's
neck. Jordan grabbed Joshua's legs piggyback style. He waded to the shallow
water and began to reel as if he had had far too much to drink. Jordan
would lean way over in one direction and almost but not quite tip
over. Joshua would squeal with delight with each tipping. Jordan began to
sing in earnest.

         "Show me the way to go home...hic...
          I'm tired and I want to go to bed....hic."

Joshua, as was his habit joined right in.

         "Oh I had a little drink about an hour ago...hic...
          and it went right to my head...hic."

Jordan would reel violently at the end of each line. It was all Joshua
could do to hang on. Jordan would gradually wade into deeper water. Finally
the game ended when Jordan intentionally lost his balance and fell into the
deeper water taking Joshua with him.

Joshua would come up sputtering, "That was great! You almost fell a couple
of times before you finally did! Let's do it again!"

Joshua was lucky that Jordan never seemed to tire of his brother's
company. They played one game after another, most of them their own
invention. A full hour and a half slipped by.

Realizing the time Jordan declared, "Ma's goin to skin us alive if we don't
get going soon Joshua."

Preparing for home without towels meant a little drip-drying on shore
before donning their clothes. Joshua wandered off to look for frogs while
Jordan rested on a convenient rock. His mind began to wander once more.

As the school year progressed into the winter months Robert began to
harangue Jordan at every opportunity. "You gotta come for a sleepover at my
place. We can have loads of fun especially at night!"

Robert always put lots of emphasis on the word especially.' Jordan knew the
'fun' meant sexual exploration of some kind, the details of which he had no
clue. He did know that Robert would probably want to play with his cock a
lot and that excited him. Besides he wanted to see what Robert looked like
naked. He was sure Robert would oblige him.

"Can ya shoot yet?" Robert inquired one day.

Jordan screwed up his face wondering why Robert would ask such a question.

"Shoot? Of course I can shoot. Pa let me use the old musket since I wuz
nine. I shoot squirrels and turkeys in the woods for our dinner table all
the time."

Robert laughed out loud.

"No silly. I mean your dick. Does your dick shoot yet?"

Robert's query was met with a blank stare.

"Oh," Robert responded, "I keep forgettin cuz you're so smart and all, that
you are only eleven. I guess you don't know how to shoot yet."

"I'm almost twelve!" Jordan corrected indignantly.

"Well don't worry about it," Robert soothed. "I"ll teach ya. It's fun and
it feels really really great!"

Jordan's mind snapped back once more with the re-emergence of Joshua. His
right hand was wrapped around the waist of one very unhappy frog.

Holding his hand high he yelled, "Look what I caught Jordan! Ain't he a
beauty?"

Jordan agreed. "He sure is but his legs ain't quite long enough for the
cooking pot. Better let him go so's you can catch him again next year."

With that the boys dressed quickly and raced home just as supper was being
served.

Ma was a magician. It didn't seem to matter what kind of leftovers were
sitting around. She'd wave her cooking wand and create the most delectable
meals imaginable. Jordan always finished the meal by taking a slice of ma's
fresh bread and wiping the plate of every last morsel with it.

Pa always waited until the end of the meal before pontificating on the
latest events in the world.

"Looks like the southern states are stirring up trouble again," he began.

"How do you mean pa?" Ben asked.

"Well this feller Jefferson Davis is threatening succession if he don't get
his way."

Jordan was puzzled. "Succession? What's that?"

"It means," pa explained, "the South wants to pull out of the Union and
form their own country."

Ben jumped in with both feet. "They can't do that! Not without a fight they
can't!"

"Apparently they are prepared to fight," pa stated. "But they'd be damn
fools to try it I reckon."

"How's that pa?" Ben asked.

"The North has far too many resources son. Cepting Atlanta and Charleston
the North has all the major cities. We have a much bigger population. With
that comes power and money. We could raise a much larger army with more and
better equipment. The South would take a lickin."

Ben's eyes lit up. "I'd love to join the Union Army. We'd show those
southerners a thing or two."

Ma, quiet until now, immediately piped up. "No Ben! I didn't raise a fine
son like you just to be shot at by some crazy southern yahoo."

"Wouldn't be so bad," pa countered. "It would make a real man out of Ben
ma. Any war couldn't last more than a month or two. One good battle and
those southerners will skedaddle back home where they came from."

"Yeah ma," Ben gushed, "I'd come back a hero all dressed up in those shiny
brass buttons and all!"

Ma knew she was beaten. She had to get the last word in though. "Let me
think about it some more," she said quietly.

Although he hadn't said much Jordan found himself swept up by his brother's
enthusiasm. It sounded mighty fine to have a hero in the family. Maybe he
could find a way to join too. Like ma he'd have to think about that some
more.

Jordan was in no hurry to fall asleep that night. He contemplated Ben being
in the army. He wished he was as old as his brother. He thought too of the
great time he and Joshua had at the river. Finally his mind wandered back
to Robert.

It certainly had not been difficult to convince himself of the value of a
sleepover. So with the blessing of his parents he set off for school one
Friday with a few overnight items tucked in the saddlebag. The school day
was more or less a waste. All he could do as he sat at his desk was to
imagine the kind of adventures that lay ahead that weekend. Somehow the day
passed without a reprimand from Miss Clarke. Like the rest of the students
he was thankful when the happy horde were released for the weekend. They
scattered like seeds in the wind.

A neighbor who normally picked up her daughter had agreed to drive Joshua
home. Robert usually walked the few blocks to school. Now Jordan gave him a
boost onto Cloud's broad back.  The two of them turned south and began to
skirt the edge of town.

"Oh turn here," Robert ordered. "I want to show you something."

The new road began to peter out and became a trail. Cloud weaved through
scattered oak and maple trees. The trees thickened and the trail began to
rise. After a climb of some fifteen minutes they broke out into a clearing
at the top of the hill.

"This here is Culp Hill," Robert explained. "I often come here when I want
to be alone or just think and stuff."

The boys dismounted and Jordan allowed Cloud to free forage. The whole town
of Gettysburg lay before them. Beyond that he could see fields spread out
for miles like green, yellow and brown quilts on a blanket. He could
almost, but not quite, see his own farm.

Jordan sighed and commented "It sure is nice up here."

Even while he was still admiring the view he felt a tugging at his
britches. Robert had knelt in front and was busy undoing every button he
could find.

"I gotta see it! I waited long enough!"

Jordan's concerns about intruders came rushing back. "Are we safe enough up
here? I mean what if someone should come?"

"No one hardly ever comes up here....cepting me of course."

Jordan figured Robert was so excited there was no way he could stop him
even if he wanted to.  Actually he wanted it to happen, no matter what 'it'
was. This was new territory, a territory he had tried to imagine for some
time and now he was determined to enjoy it. Soon he was helping Robert by
kicking off his shoes and his lowered britches. He was naked from the waist
down!

"Golly,' Robert began, "I just knew your cock would look great!"

Jordan had been concerned that Robert might think it was too small. Of
course he had little experience to draw on. He'd taken a furtive glance at
his cousin once. Then there were the two boys who peed at the back of the
schoolyard. Of course there was Ben and he knew he had a long way to go to
measure up to his.

Robert took a firm hold and promptly pumped a few times. It caused Jordan
to suck in his breath with the sensation.

"There, how did that feel?" Robert grinned.

"Awesome!" Jordan panted. "How did you do that?"

"It's supposed to feel awesome," Robert explained. "I was starting to get
ya to shoot!"

Jordan declined to ask too many questions. He didn't want to look
stupid. He did know he wanted Robert to play with his dick some more.

"I'll get ya to shoot in a minute but first do ya wanna see mine?"

Without trying to sound too eager Jordan replied, "Sure. Why not?"

Robert dropped Jordan's cock like a hot coal and attacked his own clothing
until he too was naked from the waist down. What popped into view both
surprised and fascinated Jordan.

The helmeted head appeared to be much larger than his own and was
completely covered by skin.  Instead of protruding straight out like his
own, Robert's cock curved upwards at a forty-five degree angle. There was
also a definite bend to the left. Though not as big as Ben's, the shaft was
just a little wider than Jordan's and perhaps half an inch longer. A small
but dense patch of jet black hair lay just above his cock and his balls
appeared to hang a lot lower.

Robert stood hands on hips waiting for Jordan's reaction.

Jordan gently reached out and grasped Robert's member. It felt soft to the
touch, almost velvety.  Yet with just a little pressure he became aware of
the rock hardness below. He felt compelled to throw a compliment Robert's
way.

"I like it," he said quietly.

"My pa says I'm a late bloomer. He says I'm going to get a lot bigger real
soon!" Without pausing for a breath he continued, "Do ya wanna get off
now?"

Whatever 'getting off' meant Jordan was game. He nodded his head up and
down vigorously.

"Hold my dick and do what I do," Robert directed.

The boys arranged themselves in a sixty-nine position each determined to
pleasure the other.  Grasping Jordan's cock Robert's hand became a whir of
activity and Jordan worked hard to catch up. Before long Jordan began to
experience a tickling sensation. The tickling soon reached a crescendo that
was difficult to describe. It was all he could do to maintain any decorum,
the feeling became that intense.

"Oh, oh......ohhh," Jordan screeched. "Look out! I think I'm going to pee
or something!"

"That's it!" Robert laughed. "That's the feeling. I just made you get
off. Great ain't it!"

Jordan closed his eyes and panted, "Oh yes! What a feeling!"

Robert leaned over and examined Jordan's cock closely. "You didn't shoot
nothin. I guess you ain't old enough yet. Here finish me and I'll show ya."

In the excitement of his first climax he hadn't realized that he had
stopped pumping Robert. Now he returned to the task with vigor. A few
minutes passed before Robert began to pant heavily.

"Yeah! That's it! You're gettin me now! Get ready, here it
comes. Ohhh...ahhhh," he groaned.

A stream of whitish ejaculate shot from his glans, went high in the air,
and landed on the ground beside them.

"Keep pumpin!" he cried.

Two more streams followed the first. Jordan was amazed and
impressed. Robert leaned back breathing heavily. Jordan felt Robert's cock
becoming limp and he let go of it.

"There," Robert emphasized, "Now ya know what shootin is."

Jordan suddenly snapped out of this memory and back to his bedroom as he
realized he was about to climax once more. As he had relived that first
time there on top of Culp Hill he had been inadvertently pleasuring
himself. The wondrous feeling washed over him once more.

As he cleaned himself up he thought of Robert one last time. He recalled
sharing a single bed with him that weekend. They serviced each other again
before falling asleep. They did it again early in the morning and once more
in the woods that afternoon. By the time he saddled up Cloud to go home he
was truly addicted to his new habit and had remained so ever since.

As Jordan lay there ready to nod off he thought of his world as he knew
it. He loved his family, he loved school and his friends, and he loved the
new pleasures he had discovered. Growing up in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania was
perfect. It had to be the best place in the whole world!