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Subject: War Is Hell by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. http://donate./donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 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 zonguldak escort 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 tunalı escort 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 tunceli escort 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 � Cutter09 Please send comments to ail Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Thank you for taking the time to send feedback to the author. Your feedback is the only reward the authors recieve. Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censor them for a general audience? Please donate to Nifty and help support and maintain this free fty/donate.htm

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