Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2019 00:25:15 -0500
From: wildwing4160@gmail.com
Subject: Memories of Gettysburg Chapter 3

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

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

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                         Memories of Gettysburg

Chapter Three

Pa announced at the Friday breakfast table that it was varmint shooting
time again. Jordan knew instantly what that meant. It was one of his
favorite chores about the farm. Pa always claimed that the rabbits got more
of the hay crop than he did. It was time to get even.

Ben and pa hooked up the reaper to a team of horses and drove out to the
hay field. Pa began by reaping the entire outside edge of the field. You
couldn't see any rabbits at this juncture but they were there all
right. The rabbits could easily have escaped at this point but they never
did. Instead they retreated to the uncut center of the field. Pa kept
cutting going around and around. The uncut square of course got smaller and
smaller. By the time the rabbits recognized their predicament a wide swath
of cut grass lay between them and safety at the edge of the field. Ben and
Jordan stood on either side with their weapons waiting.

All too soon a brown blur darted to Jordan's right. In one motion he raised
the musket, aimed, and fired. Even as he was pulling the trigger the rabbit
made a ninety degree turn at full speed.  The bullet thudded harmlessly
into the soil. Jordan quickly placed the stock on the ground and
reloaded. Unfortunately by the time he raised the weapon again the first
rabbit was long gone. No matter. There would be plenty more.

A second rabbit shot out. This time Jordan was a little too anxious and
fired prematurely. That rabbit too lived to see another day.

Two frustrating hours later and Jordan had one rabbit to show for his
efforts. Fortunately Ben had done much better. He held up a brace of
rabbits in each hand for all to see.

"It was easy pickins," Ben bragged. "I imagined they were southern rebs and
I popped em off one after another."

It was Jordan's job to take the rabbits to ma while Ben and pa finished up
in the field. Jordan was more than a little surprised to find Thomas
sitting at the kitchen table. He held the rabbits high for ma to see and
placed them in the sink.

Ma beamed. "Thomas here's been tellin me of the glorious meetings you boys
bin having on Wednesday nights."

Jordan nodded in assent. "That's great ma."

"I'll swear that Reverend Jacobs is an inspiration to us all," she
sighed. "Thomas here says he wants to meet with you in private to discuss
the next meeting. Land sakes that must be one powerful message you boys are
gettin!"

Jordan stared at Thomas with a quizzical expression. For his part Thomas
just shrugged.

"I know you boys got a lot to talk about. I already invited Thomas for
supper, Jordan, so why don't the two of you just run along now. Supper'll
be ready in some two hours. So be off now, skedaddle!"

To avoid Ben and pa the boys headed to the west fifty. They skirted the
corn field and soon found themselves in a small glen adjacent to a
neighbor's field. They found a convenient log and sat down.

"Sorry I didn't warn you I was coming," Thomas began. "I didn't have a
chance last Wednesday to speak to you."

"Look," Jordan blurted, "I hope we ain't here to talk religion and stuff."

Thomas laughed out loud. "Nope, not at all. I came here to tell you exactly
what happened to you after the meeting last Wednesday!"

Jordan was startled. "What!"

"Yeah, Reverend Jacobs stripped you and then gave you a bath didn't he?"

Jordan sat there completely stunned. He said nothing but from Jordan's
expression Thomas knew he was correct.

"Yeah, then he rubbed your pecker till you squirted right?"

Jordan couldn't believe what he was hearing. He figured his privacy had
been invaded. "You waz lookin through the window weren't ya!" he accused.

"Nope," Thomas replied smugly. "Didn't have to. Soon as I heard them bible
passages he was readin I knew the Reverend was after someone. I just wasn't
sure who until I saw those sexy pants of yours. That's how come I kept
smiling at ya."

"But how.....?" Jordan began to ask.

"How did I know from the scripture?" Thomas butted in, "That was easy. You
forgot I was his altar boy three years ago. He read the exact same passages
to me too and got me to take a bath.  Boy, Reverend Jacobs sure knows how
to get a guy off don't he?"

"Oh yes!" Jordan agreed.

The boys took a moment to grin at each other. They felt a kinship born of
similar experiences.

"So he done it to you more than once then?" Jordan queried.

"Of course," Thomas laughed, "Dozens of times! What do you think I was
there for on Wednesday? It sure as heck wasn't to listen to no bible
readin. Only you stole him from me."

Jordan summed up his feelings with a simple, "Wow!"

"Has he sucked ya yet?"

Jordan creased his brow. "What?"

"You know - sucked! He puts your cock in his mouth and he rubs it with his
lips and tongue and stuff. He keeps doin it till you can't stand it no more
and you come right in his mouth."

"He does?" Jordan responded incredulously.

"Yup he does and the feeling is outa this world."

"What? Even better than when he fingers ya?"

Thomas reached down and grasped his crotch. "Oh yeah! Way way better!"

Jordan felt himself getting more and more excited. He reached inside his
breeches and began to knead his cock and balls.

Thomas continued, "I tried to get my girlfriend to suck it but she
won't. That's okay though cuz I know that all I have to do is visit
Jacobs."

"Do ya have to take a bath each time?" Jordan asked naively.

"Course not silly. All I have to do is lower my pants and he's all over
me. Fact is I can get Reverend Jacobs to do anything I want him to do to
me!"

"I don't believe it!" Jordan declared.

"Yeah, sometimes he says he's too busy to see me but I push in anyway. I
tell him it will only take a minute or two. Soon as I show him my hard cock
he starts suckin and lickin and slurpin like an animal. You wouldn't
believe it. It feels sooo good!"

By now Jordan had loosened the top button and was trying to jerk himself
inside his pants. He was thinking what getting sucked must feel like.

"Ya gettin sexed up ain't ya?" Thomas grinned.

"Guess I am," Jordan acknowledged. "Would you....er....suck mine for me."

"Nah, I don't do guys. Sometimes I have to think of my girlfriend when
Jacobs sucks me off. Get Jacobs to do it to ya. But if ya want, as long as
you jerk me I'll jerk you."

It didn't take long before the boys were satisfying each other. Jordan
admired Thomas's equipment. Still not as long as Ben's it had to have been
a good six inches in length. He also had a soft brown patch of hair that
went half way to his navel.

As Thomas began pumping Jordan's stiffie he commented, "You're only twelve,
huh? You got a great cock for a twelve-year-old. I reckon you're going to
be as big as me one day. Maybe bigger!"

Jordan accepted the comments as praise and sat back to enjoy the moment. He
closed his eyes and imagined the Reverend Jacobs was fondling him once
more. Thomas handled him roughly and it seemed to add to the excitement. He
soon went over the top in wave after wave of intensity. He wondered how
getting sucked off could feel any better than how he felt at that moment.

Thomas still hadn't climaxed so Jordan returned to his obligation. Grasping
his cock with his right hand he ran the skin back and forth as rapidly as
he could..

That feels really really good," Thomas enthused. "Keep going."

A minute later Thomas tossed his head back and let out a sound that
resembled a screech more than it did a moan.

"Aahhrrggh!" he cried.

A thick white rope shot into the air and splattered on the ground. Three
more bursts followed.  Jordan was impressed.

"Ohhh shit, that was perfect Jordan. You really made me feel great!"

Jordan grinned and announced, "That was fun. I'll do ya any time you want!"

Thomas was already doing up his britches and stated, "I hope your ma's a
good cook."

"The best!" Jordan replied.

Jordan's boast of his mother's cooking proved correct when Thomas later
politely asked for a third helping of ma's rabbit stew.

"I love your bread too!" Thomas added. "It's scrumptious!"

If you wanted ma as a friend for life all you had to do was praise her
cooking.

"You're more than welcome Thomas. It'sso nice to have one of Jordan's
friends over. The Lord works in wondrous ways and I am so delighted that
you should chose to discuss His work with my son here today."

"Amen to that," pa added as he wiped his plate clean with a slice of
bread. "I hope you'll come back some time."

The boys grinned their secrets at each other.

As Thomas mounted his horse to leave ma rushed out and tucked one of her
famous loaves into his saddlebag.

"Here," she smiled, "this is in case you get hungry again on the way home."

"Much obliged," Thomas politely responded.

Saturday was always supply day in the O'Reilly house. Pa would hitch up a
horse to a wagon and right after breakfast he'd be on his way. Sometimes he
went alone but more often at least one other member of the family
accompanied him. He'd return hours later with a sack of flour, powder for
the muskets, lamp oil, or a box of nails. This day ma chose to go. She had
her eye on a bolt of bright gingham cloth.

Pa would never go to town without purchasing a copy of the local newspaper,
the Gettysburg Compiler. On return he found the time to devour it from
cover to cover. Now armed with the latest facts of the day the family would
gather round after supper to hear him read or expand upon the articles he
deemed to be important to his family. It was a ritual for as long as Jordan
could remember.

This week he centered his attention on a proclamation that took up a full
half page of the paper.

"Says here that next Saturday the Union Army is coming to Gettysburg."

That caught Ben's attention immediately. "Really pa? Why?"

"Says here they're coming with some troops and a marchin band. They're
going to march up and down York Street and then a Major Hartwell is
supposed to address the expected crowd."

"That'd be a real hoot pa!" Ben exclaimed.

Ma was not so sure. While she had said nothing till now her expression
suggested she didn't care to hear any more.

Pa read further. "Says here they're looking for strong young men of solid
character to join their ranks."

Ma pursed her lips and frowned.

Ben could not hold back his emotion. "That'd be me pa! I'm ready! I'd teach
those Rebs a thing or two."

"Son," ma began, "I don't....."

"Hush ma," said pa jumping in. "Don't you see? If the Union builds an army
anything close to what it's capable of the South will realize the futility
of starting a war. Ben could come home without firing a shot."

"I hope not pa. I want to get in one good lickin before the Rebs quit."

Ma took one enormous sigh and sat there silent and dejected.

Jordan decided it was time to express his feelings. "Gee I wish I was old
enough to join you Ben."

"No!" ma screamed.

Jordan dropped his head. He knew his rightful place was to keep quiet at
this point. But secretly he loved the pageantry of marching armies and the
excitement a good battle would bring. He wished fervently that he was in
Ben's place.

"Pa if you'll let me I want to join the Union Army next Saturday!" Ben
declared.

Pa looked directly into Ben's eyes. "You'd make me very proud if you did
son. The Union cause is just. God is on our side and I know he'll protect
you."

Ma pulled out a handkerchief. Holding it to her eyes she began to sob
quietly. She eventually arose from her chair and rushed from the room.

"Let your ma be for now Ben. Remember she's a woman. She's gotta figure
these things out.  She'll get over it."

Pa kept reading excerpts from articles demonizing the South. By the time he
was finished Ben was primed to pick up his musket and charge out the door.

Ma had recovered enough by Sunday morning that her behavior might have been
quite normal.  That is until Ben reminded her of what lay ahead.

"Ma I'm going to write you a letter almost every day. You'll see! Army life
is going to be just dandy."

That was enough to start ma on another bout of tears.

Reverend Jacobs was in rare form that Sunday. He delivered a fire and
brimstone kind of sermon that had everyone sitting bolt upright in their
pews. He did relent long enough to occasionally smile at Jordan. On the
other hand the sermon made Joshua very fidgety. Ma shushed him a couple of
times.

Pa congratulated the Reverend after the service. "That was one powerful
sermon Reverend Jacobs!"

"I felt the fire within me today," the Reverend admitted.

Ben shook the Reverend's hand much harder than he normally did. He had
something important to say. "I'm sorry Reverend Jacobs but I won't be
attending your church for a while. I"m joining the Union army."

The Reverend held onto his hand and looked at Ben eye to eye. "May God be
with you in your travels my son and may you return safely to your family."

"Thank you Reverend Jacobs."

Ma had a special message too for the Reverend. "It's so wonderful what
you're continuing to do for Jordan. Why even one of the other boys from the
Bible Study visited us this week."

The Reverend Jacobs looked quite surprised. "Oh, which one?"

When ma identified Thomas as the visitor the Reverend looked rather
perplexed. He recovered quickly though to greet Jordan. "I'll see you
Wednesday then?"

"Certainly!" Jordan grinned. No more needed to be said.

Joshua, the last in line, insisted on saying a few words as well today.

"Why'd ya have to shout so loud today?" he demanded to know.

Everyone within hearing range including the Reverend Jacobs had a good
chuckle over that one.

Over the next few days Ben spent every available minute working on his
musket. He took it apart, cleaned every piece and then reassembled it,
three times. Ma was not amused.

"I gotta learn as much as I can about my gun if I'm going to join the
army," he reasoned.

When Jordan was alone he thought long and hard about what Thomas had taught
him about the Reverend Jacobs. He decided to put the knowledge to good
use. He was determined to taste more of the forbidden fruit.

Just two boys besides Jordan showed up that Wednesday evening. Thomas was a
no show.  Jordan was disappointed with the turnout because he wanted the
classes to continue far into the future. Reverend Jacobs seemed downcast
too. The message was a short one and there was little discussion.

The Reverend only brightened up when the two boys left leaving him alone
with Jordan.

"I am so pleased you have blessed me with your presence once more Jordan."

Faking some humility with large doe eyes Jordan declared, "Oh Reverend I've
been a very bad boy this week."

"Oh, how's that?" Reverend Jacobs responded looking quite surprised.

"I've gotten very dirty. I need a real good cleaning!"

"Oh, I wasn't expecting this. I have no bath water on."

"No, I don't think I'm dirty all over," Jordan explained looking down to
his crotch, "You know.......only down there."

Reverend Jacob's eyes narrowed and his smile widened. "Oh yes my dear dear
boy, I know exactly what you mean and I shall clean you."

With that he whisked Jordan into his arms and carried him to the
bedroom. Saturated with lust, he laid Jordan on his bed and proceeded
without a rest to remove every stitch of clothing Jordan had on. He then
paused and feasted on the naked boy with his eyes.

"Ohhhh," he cried out once more, "you are so perfect, so....so beautiful!
You're a priceless gift!"

Jordan was gaining in confidence by the moment. Thomas had been right! He
felt he had the Reverend Jacobs at his mercy to do his bidding.

The Reverend sat down beside the naked boy and took his appendage gently in
his fingers and began to jerk him. As much as he wanted it today Jordan
wanted more. He placed a hand over top of the Reverend's hand.  .  The good
Reverend stopped with a frown on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Reverend I need something more. I mean I'm really dirty down there and I
want to be the cleanest boy in all of Gettysburg!"

A knowing grin spread over Reverend Jacob's face. "I know exactly what you
need!"

Jordan watched fascinated as the Reverend bent low over his groin. His
entire cock disappeared into the Reverend's mouth! The intense feeling was
immediate.

"Oh wow!" Jordan cried out.

He continued to be fascinated as he watched Reverend's lips bobbing up and
down on his cock making his glans appear only to immediately disappear once
more. Wave after wave of pleasure enveloped him.

"Oh shit," he screamed. Not a boy to normally swear, it just came out. He
couldn't help it, the sensations were so intense. "Ohhhhh shit," he
repeated.

The Reverend seemed out of control now. He dove right down to the base
swirling his tongue over and around Jordan's cock as he went, only to
quickly rise up again. Now the Reverend concentrated on Jordan's helmet
moving his tongue around and around the sensitive areas.

Jordan wanted the sensations to go on and on but he knew nature would take
its course. He was about to explode!

"Ohhh," he moaned again, "look out! I'm about to shoot!"

Despite what Thomas had told him Jordan expected the Reverend to pull
off. Instead he twisted his head from side to side increasing the
friction. Jordan tried to pull out himself but the Reverend would not allow
it. Helpless he had no choice but to let go inside of the man's mouth.  He
writhed as he experienced more pleasurable jolts than he had ever
experienced in his young life. He knew he was squirting wave after wave of
boy juice down the Reverend's throat. He took a huge sigh. He was totally
and utterly drained.

"Such sweet juice," the Reverend proclaimed.

As he spoke he took Jordan's softening member and let it lay in his hand as
if it were a piece of fine china.

Still breathing heavily Jordan looked into those blue eyes and thanked the
Reverend profusely. "I must be the cleanest boy in these parts," he
grinned.

The Reverend went back to ogling Jordan's nakedness as he responded. "I'd
love to make sure that the job is finished. If you could find a way to stay
the night I know I'd have you spotless by morning."

Jordan could only imagine what it would be like to be sucked off more than
once in one night.  His first blow job was much more than he could have
envisioned.

Reluctantly he concluded, "I think I best be getting home. But," he added
quickly, "I'm sure I'll need another cleaning by next Wednesday."

"The good Lord willing, I shall be here for you as often as you need me."

Jordan did a lot of thinking as he rode home. He smiled inwardly. Thomas
had been quite accurate in his assessment of Reverend Jacobs. He knew the
good man was his. Jordan felt he could get him to do anything he
chose. Next week he decided he would see the Reverend's cock for sure. He
now had an entire week to figure out what he planned to do with that cock.

Excitement grew in the O'Reilly household as Saturday approached. Even ma
cheered up. Ben packed a small suitcase Friday morning guessing at what
essentials he would need. He began his goodbyes around the supper table. Of
course that set ma off to weeping again.

They arose early Saturday morning determined to get to town in time to find
a good vantage point. Emmitsburg Road was full of strangers all heading in
the same direction. Even as they reached the outskirts of town they could
hear the gathering assemblage ahead. For sure it was going to be a
celebration to rival any Fourth of July. Pa decided to tie up the buggy at
the church and the family, all gussied up in their Sunday best, walked from
there.

The excitement in the air was palpable. Throngs had gathered from miles
around. Hucksters were doing a brisk trade too. One offered tiny American
flags glued to a stick. Another poured drinks from a huge pitcher of
lemonade while yet another offered toffee apples. Jordan looked in every
direction to take it all in. Red, white and blue bunting hung from every
second-story balcony over the stores as well as all the public
buildings. Some in the crowd had already staked out their territory to view
the parade but most were content to wander up and down the street taking it
all in. Women, especially those from the upper classes, carried parasols
while the men strutted in their finest beaver top hats.

Ma and pa stopped occasionally to talk to friends and neighbors. Ben was
conspicuous by the suitcase he was toting.

About a half hour after it was supposed to begin some leather-lung stepped
out in the street and bellowed, "Clear the street, the army's a comin!"

Faint at first but then louder came the sound of drummers. Two neat rows of
four soldiers, each resplendent in Union blue, marched from a side street
on to York Street. A short space behind three rows of pipers followed. The
O'Reillys watched intently as the marchers approached. The pipers raised
their instruments to their lips and struck up a fine rendition of "Yankee
Doodle."  Caught up in the spirit of the moment many in the crowd began to
sing the words to the song.


Next came an officer in his wide brimmed hat, a gleaming saber dangling at
his side. Some twenty soldiers marched behind him in perfect formation,
their muskets resting on their shoulders. Bringing up the rear were three
empty army wagons pulled by mules. Each mule wore a blue blanket trimmed in
yellow. The words "U. S. Army" were embroidered in the corner of every
blanket.

The crowd never stopped hooting and hollering. At times the noise drowned
out the music. The parade marched right to the city square, went around it,
and then came right back again. They all abruptly halted when they reached
city hall. A small speaking platform had been erected there.

The officer stepped forward taking his place on the stand. He began right
away, bellowing his message so that as many in the throng could hear him as
possible. He spoke with eloquence on the strength of the Union along with
the principles and moral right on which it was founded. He railed at length
at the heinous southerners, claiming they were selfish cowards who sought
to destroy the freedoms the Union had fought so hard to attain. Many times
he was forced to pause while the people hooted and clapped their
approval. He finished by appealing to the young men of Gettysburg to step
forward in the Union's hour of need and join the army.

A surprising number reacted forthwith. Men, mostly young, stepped forward
all over. The crowd continued to clap as the volunteers approached a small
table to be processed. From there they took a place on one of the waiting
wagons.

"Well, I guess it's my turn!" Ben yelled.

He hugged pa and then ma. Ma wouldn't let go for the longest time. He then
turned to Jordan and Joshua.

"Be sure to be good to your ma and pa, you hear?" Finally just before he
turned away he looked at ma and promised, "I'll be back before Christmas
ma."

Ben was soon seated in the second wagon. A young girl broke from the crowd
and ran to Ben.  Ben leaned over and kissed her.

"I'll be waiting for you when you get back," she cried.

"Hmmm," Jordan thought to himself, "I didn't even know Ben had a
girlfriend."

With the last recruit safely on board the drums and the pipers struck up
once more and with the crowd waving the whole assemblage marched out of
town.

Ma stood there with tears cascading down her face. For her the war had
already begun.

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