I was lost in the taste of Brian. I’d never been kissed like this before. With such raw need….and lust and abandon. He was right he didn’t invoke those sweet, soft feelings in me that Ethan did. The feelings he invoked in me had to be sinful. I was literally drowning in pleasurable sensations. Brian’s long tongue caressed every crevice of my mouth. His tongue was relentless in its exploration of my mouth. And I was overwhelmed by the sensation. My hands twined in his thick chestnut hair and I clung to him. His hands slowly trailed from my pants to the buttons on my shirt. He pulled away from me. I was dizzy and disoriented. I know I let out a strangled cry of regret. 

I heard his deep laugh, “Don’t worry Sunshine. I just want to see the rest of you.”

I blushed as his eyes wondered over me. My shirt was open exposing my chest. The tip of my manhood peaked from the opening of my long johns. My eyes followed Brian’s every movement as he slowly pushed my shirt from my shoulders.

“Lift up,” he ordered.

I lifted my hips off the table and he pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles. The table was cold and hard against my backside. Brian bent down and tugged off my boots tossing them aside my clothing followed. I blushed. No man had ever seen me naked since I’d grown hair on my manhood. Not even Ethan. Brian licked his lips as his eyes burned into mine and then swept over my body. I felt something leak from my manhood. I could feel my ears burn with embarrassment. I looked down to see the moisture leaking from the slit of my manhood.

Brian’s long slender fingers trailed down my body. I thought I’d faint from the unknown feelings that suffused my entire body. I shut my eyes. I was too embarrassed to look at Brian. He would have none of my shyness.

“Open your eyes, Justin.”

Again I did as I was ordered. Brian trailed his hands from my shoulder to my chest. He stopped to pinch my nipples. I shuddered in pleasure. The next thing I knew his lips had replaced his fingers and I lost control of all rational thought. Brian’s tongue flicked the hard nipples over and over again until I was begging for the unknown and moaning like an idiot.

My hands gripped Brian’s head and I tried to hold him to my chest. The pleasure was so intense. Brian had other ideas. He trailed his tongue down to play in my navel. I was no longer thinking I was only feeling. The sounds coming from my mouth were no longer comprehensible. I was nothing but feelings……deeply pleasurable intense sensations. My body tingled everywhere Brian’s fingers touched and his tongue licked. 

He dropped to his knees and looked up at me. I should have known from the wicked lascivious smile he gave me what he was about to do would make me do exactly what all those women in the romance novels did…..*swoon.* 

Without warning Brian gripped my hips and his mouth engulfed my manhood in one swoop. I heard a shout of pleasure and realized it was mine. His mouth was slick and hot. His tongue trailed all along my manhood branding it as his. I could feel my manhood leaking but Brian didn’t pull his mouth away. He just sucked…and sucked…..and sucked as I moaned and groaned and moaned. If not for Brian’s hands keeping me firmly on the table I would have bucked off and we would both have ended up on the floor. I wrapped my hands in his head and held him to my manhood. What he was doing had to be a powerful sin because the ecstasy it was creating was beyond description. My legs were trembling and my breathing was heavy and harsh. I felt as if my eyes were rolling in the back of my head.

“Brian…..“ I moaned.

I didn’t know what I was asking for but I wanted something…..else. Brian knew what I needed. His mouth, tongue and lips waged an assaulted of pleasure against my manhood. The storm waging outside our little love shed was nothing compared to what was happening in here. I didn’t think I could take much more pleasure when Brian cupped my balls in his hands and massaged them. A long shudder went through my body. The blinding rainbow of pleasure suffused my senses. My hands gripped his hair tightly and my manhood jerked and I could feel the issues spurting forth thick and heavy into his waiting wet, warm mouth. I thought Brian would pull back or be angry with me for spilling my issues in his mouth. He wasn’t. He swallowed it all. Sucking and sucking me until I was dry. My manhood was limp and slick when it slipped from his mouth…from between his beautiful lips. I finally opened my eyes and looked down at him. He was wearing a sexy smirk. He looked so please with himself. He licked his lips. 

“Mmmm. You taste good Sunshine. Let me show you.”

I didn’t know what he meant until he kissed me his tongue entering my mouth. I tasted the saltiness on his tongue and realized it was me. It was so sinful to taste myself. So naughty. I loved it. I sucked on Brian’s tongue vigorously lapping up my own juices. Brian broke our kiss. I moaned in distress. I wanted more. 

“Don’t move Sunshine.” 

Was he kidding? I couldn’t move if I wanted to. My legs were mush and my brain had long stopped functioning. I watched in a haze of pleasure as Brian retrieved a blanket from his horse. He pushed together some straw and leaves in a pile and laid the blanket on top of it. He came back to the table and lifted me in his strong arms and laid me on the makeshift bedding. I laid down and stared up at him curiously. He slowly disrobed. First he pulled off his boots and socks. Then his jacket and pants. Finally his underwear. And as I had imagined he was beautiful. My manhood was hard again just looking at his body. My lustful thoughts should have shamed me instead they only heighten my excitement.

Brian’s body was a work of art. It was long, lean and muscled. His shoulders and chest were well defined and muscled. I could see the muscles outlined in his stomach. There was angry pink scar than ran from his stomach down to the top of his scar. It still didn’t distract from Brian’s physical beauty. His arms were tanned and the muscles rippled beneath the skin. On his wrist was a cowry shell bracelet. I remember seeing shells like those in my uncle’ s African collection. I idly wondered why Brian wore a bracelet made up of those shells but my mind was on other things. Brian’s thighs were long and thickly muscled. His manhood was one of the largest I’d ever seen. I’d worked in the army hospital. It had been my job to bathe the men. Even I knew Brian’s manhood was most impressive. 

My eyes were riveted on it. It was long and thick and was surrounded by thick chestnut hair. I licked my lips. I wanted to put it in my mouth the way he’d done my mine. I leaned up and ran a finger across it. It jumped. The slit was leaking. I rubbed my finger across it gathering up the moisture. I brought my finger to my mouth to taste Brian’s issue. It tasted salty and earthy. I sucked my finger in my mouth. I heard a moan and looked up to see Brian’s eyes glazed with what I now knew was lust. I leaned up and kissed the tip of his manhood and licked at the slit. He moaned deeply. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. I looked up confused. He must have saw the look of confusion on my face.

“Next time. Sunshine, “ he whispered. “Next time.”

I noticed the small vial of oil he had in his hand. He rubbed it on his manhood then slicked his finger with it. Brian came down on top of me. He pushed me into the bedding and lifted my hips. He placed my legs around his waist. I felt a little exposed with my ass in the air. Brian’s oiled finger touched my hole. I pulled back and squirmed.

“Just relax,” he soothed rubbing my hip.

He distracted me with a kiss. I felt his finger entering my asshole. It wasn’t painful it was just a pressure I wasn’t used to. I tried to concentrate on the kiss and not the pressure in my ass. I felt my ass quiver as Brian moved his finger in and out. Then he added another one. I groaned. It was a little painful but I’d do anything to be with Brian. If this was what he wanted I’d give it to him. I took a deep breath and kissed Brian with all I had. Trying to ignore the pressure and pain in my ass. Brian continued to move his fingers in and out of my ass. I slowly became use to the intrusion of his fingers. 

I felt Brian lift my hips. I felt the blunt tip at the opening of my ass. Before I could completely ascertain what was happening Brian entered my ass in one single thrust. My hard manhood deflated immediately. I squeezed my eyes shut. I gasped in pain. My ass felt as if it was being torn in two. I dug my fingers into his side and tried to pant through the pain. I felt the tears trailing down my cheeks. I tried to brush them away. I was embarrassed. I didn’t want Brian to think I was a child that cried over the smallest pain. I opened my eyes and Brian was staring down at me. He brushed the tears from my cheeks.

“Now take a deep breath and relax,“ he instructed. I did. “It’s always painful the first time. Each time it will get better. I promised.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

Brian inched out and back in the tightness of my asshole. I could feel my ass clenching his manhood as he thrust in and out of me. His thrusts became quicker burying his dick fully inside of me with each thrust. I kissed him. Brian’s kisses were so addictive. So delicious. I realized my manhood was hard again and Brian was touching something deep inside of my ass that was creating the most wondrous pleasure. I felt hot and sweaty and I realized I was lifting my hips to meet Brian’s thrusts. 

Brian’s thrusts were becoming deeper touching that place inside of my ass that was causing the most delicious pleasure. My moans of pleasure were mixing with Brian’s deep groans. My hands roamed through Brian’s hair and over his hard body as Brian’s hands held my hips. Brian’s breathing was heavy and harsh. His kisses were hot, wet and he sucked frantically on my tongue. His hands gripped my ass and he thrust in and out. He reached around grabbed my hard manhood and started stroking it to the rhythm of his thrust. His thrusts were faster deeper. His breathing, heavier and harsher. His thighs slapped against mine the sound reverberated around us. My body tensed. I shuddered and screamed his name in the same instance as I heard my name escape his lips. 

A haze of pleasure temporarily blinded me. It was like a rainbow burst behind my eyes. The pleasure was so intense. My juices coated our stomach and chests. Before my juices stopped I could feel the hot spurts of Brian’s juices feeling my ass. I could feel my ass muscle contract against Brian’s manhood squeezing more of his juices from it.

Brian collapsed on top of me. His mouth against the side of my neck. His breath warm and teasing against my skin. I held his sweaty body tightly. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I Justin Taylor had known a man in the *biblical sense* and if this was a sin then let me sin and sin again.
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Journal Entry
Justin Taylor
Monday, 25th September 1865

I have been duped. Played the fool. Discarded like a soiled dove. I still remember that Thursday night like it was last night. Meeting up with Brian. The sudden storm driving us to the abandoned shed. Making love. Lying in the arms of my lover. Stroking my fingers over his body. 

I couldn’t believe what we had done. The wickedness of our pleasure. My ass hurt mightily but I would have gladly done what he wanted again just to be close to him. I’d allow him to do to my body what he may as long as it would keep him close to me. We’d talked a little. Quietly I’d asked him questions about what we’d done. He had some very crude names for our body parts and for the beautiful things he’d done to me. He called our manhood cocks. He told me when he’d taken me in his mouth it was called cock sucking. He’d called the moisture leaking from us……our seed or cum. And instead of calling what we’d done together as making love he’d called it fucking. 

He also told me some most disturbing facts that men like us…sodomites would say anything to get their cocks sucked and to fuck a nice ass. He told me to always remember that. Of course I promised that I would. Twas quite a night of education. He’d also sternly warned me never to tell anyone what we had done. I gave him my solemn promise I’d never divulge our intimate secrets….not even to Daphne. 

I asked him about his bracelet. He told me about his family’s house maid Sarai, a freedwoman. Brain said growing up Sarai was the one that nursed him through illness, gave him praise for his grades and showed him affection. Sarai had spent more time with him and his sister than his parents. She’d made him the bracelet of cowry shells the year he left for military school. He said his parents hadn’t bothered to give him anything but a stern warning not to embarrass them. Sarai had died while he was away at school and his parents didn’t tell him until he returned home on break. He said he’d never forgiven them for that. I didn’t think I’d like his parents much if I ever met them.

My curiosity got the better of me and I asked him about the scar on his abdomen. He cringed. He only told me it was a wound from the war. A wound that should have killed him but it didn’t. I didn’t ask anymore questions. 

After our talk Brian had fallen asleep so deeply I didn’t want to wake him. I laid cuddled close to him listening to his breathing and memorizing every freckle, scar and line on his body. A couple of hours before dawn I woke him. He kissed me thoroughly and painful ass or not I wanted him to touch me again. I was bold enough to tell him so. He smiled and told me in a day or two when my ass wasn’t so sore.

We’d slowly dressed and made our way back. As I was about to mount my horse Brian reached his hand down. I can still remember his words. “Come here Sunshine. I want you close to me for a little longer.” He lifted me on his horse. I sat across his thighs. He escorted me home. I loved being so close to him. At the edge of our property he kissed me senseless and lifted me from his horse. He promised to send word to me at the factory later that day. I put away my horse and climbed the tree, into my window, into my room. Daphne was asleep in my bed. I slowly undressed. I noticed a few spots of pink in my underwear I paid it no mind. I pulled on clean underwear and climbed under the covers with Daph. My head was filled with love poems I would write all centered on my lover, Brian Kinney.

Of course I never heard from him. After two days I’d gotten enough nerve to ask one of the soldiers if Major Kinney was in his office. I was told Major Kinney had left Georgia and probably would not return. I cried myself to sleep every night. I couldn’t eat and I barely slept. I was suffering a broken heart. I have decided to swear off love. If love causes such hideous pain.
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We were lying in the hayloft avoiding mother. My mother had decided that today she would inventory all of our wardrobes and order new clothing. She had set up an appointment for me at the tailor's. She promised Daph that she would have a few of her dresses altered for Daph's smaller and shorter frame. I couldn’t wait until the day that I could buy Daph a new dress all her own. All of Daph’s dresses and shoes to this point had been hand me downs from my mother. Daph deserved dresses made especially for her. Daph and I had finally managed to get away from mother and were hiding out in the loft. I knew Mother would never venture out here. 

We were lying on our backs talking. I was chewing on a straw. I was in a melancholy mood. I hadn't seen Brian since the night we'd made love or in his words fucked. He told me he'd see me later in the day. I hadn't seen him or talked to him in four days. I believe he used me. He told me that men like us would say or do what it took to get our *cocks* sucked and fuck a nice *ass* I guess it's a lesson that I'm learning the hard way.

I thought that the night was so special. I thought that we had connected on a deep level. He just wanted to fuck me. My second attempt at love and I was worst than I was that Christmas in 1860 when I came home and found out I would not be returning to New York. I was so sad knowing I wouldn't see Ethan for a long time or maybe even ever. I was hurt and angry when Ethan never answered my letters. I got over it quickly. I didn't think I 'd get over this. I'd let Brian in my body. I blushed thinking of the intimate things we did to each other. The places we kissed each other. He had my cock and what he called my balls in his mouth sucking them. He sucked my cock so hard that I shot juices and he drank them down and told me it was delicious. That I was delicious. He even kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips. How can he just dismiss what we shared? 

I loved him so much. I missed him. I missed hearing his voice. I wanted to do all the things we did to each other again. He promised me that I could put his cock in my mouth the next time. He promised me that he'd come by the factory the next day and see me. I’d actually wept over him like those women in the novels Daph and I were always reading. How pathetic could I be?

"Are you thinking about him again?" I could tell she was clearly irritated. "Why don't you march right in that army building and ask to see him?"

"I can't do that Daph!"

She sat up and looked down on me. "Why not? He sent a summons to your house asking to see you. If the soldiers ask why you are there tell them you have something to tell him."

I looked up at Daph. "No. If he wants to see me he knows where I am."
I tossed away the straw I had been chewing on. "Com' on. We've hidden away from my Mother long enough."

BRIAN
I was in a foul mood and everyone around me knew it. I'd spent four fucking days traveling between Atlanta and Alabama following up on a lead that went no where. The man they were holding in Alabama had no idea about what had happened to Stockwell. Besides he had a verifiable alibi for the time Stockwell was killed. It checked out. I was still looking into a few things I found or learned from talking to the Soldiers and some of the people living around the Peachtree Creek area.

I checked my pocket watch. I wanted to get out of here and find Justin. He's all I thought about the last four days. I pushed the men hard to and from Alabama. I didn't want to go but once I realized I had to I wanted to make the trip as quickly as possible. We got back late last night. Almost morning. I was tempted to go to his house and toss stones at his window like some fool in love. The thought made me shudder. Justin and I were men. Men didn’t love each other. I was able to restrain myself. 

I dreamed of Justin’s perfect ass and thick fresh pink cock all night. I could still feel my cock sinking into that tight pink puckered hole slicked by the oil I used. He was so tight, so moist, and so warm. I shook the thoughts from my head. I had work to do. Now was not the time to be thinking about Justin. I spent a few minutes trying to concentrate on the notes in front of me and finally gave up. I walked to the door and called for the solider assigned to assist me. 

"Schmidt go to Taylor's factory and tell Mr. Justin Taylor I need to see him. I have questions for him."

"I thought you spoke with him last week sir."

I gave Schmidt my death stare. I watched as he visibly shrunk away from me. "Never question my command again. Is that clear?" My voice was so cold ice icicles were forming on the words I spoke.

"Y-yes s-s-sir. I'll go get him immediately."

I watched the drab soldier quickly leave. As he was walking out the door a young woman walked in. She was a beautiful woman. Small, with curly reddish brown hair pulled back into a braid, chocolate colored eyes and smooth clear skin. Her dress was a simple calico dress with a white collar. It was a little faded but clean. 
She walked right up to me and stared up at me. "I’d like to speak with you Major sir. Alone if possible."

I was a little shocked at her boldness but I didn’t let it show. I stepped backed and held the door open. She stepped through and I closed the door. I offered her a seat and she declined. I sat at my desk.

"Well, Miss what can I do for you?"

"I want to know what your intentions are concerning my brother?"

Blunt and to the point. I liked this girl. I studied her closely. This was Justin's sister. The daughter that his father would never claim. She was a bold outspoken little thing and very protective of her brother. They had that in common. I doubted very seriously if he knew she was here.

"Did Justin send you here?" I had to ask.

She snorted, "Of course not. He'd tan my hide if he knew I was here."

I smiled. I could imagine the slight young man trying to spank this small girl, but if she was this impulsive maybe a spanking was called for.

"You know it's not nice to know someone in the *biblical sense* and then not even come see that person."

I had to smile. She and Justin both used the same terms about fucking. I was concerned. I tried to stress to Justin how important it was that no one knew what we had done. He obviously did not heed my words. Not if his sister was standing here wanting to know my intentions. I almost smiled at the absurdity.

"Did Justin tell you I'd known him in the biblical sense?"

"Of course not. He'd never say something like that to me. He thinks my ears are too tender to hear words like that. He just told me he liked you. He spent the entire night out with you. I know I slept in his room that night. He didn’t get home into almost daylight. I figured out the rest. Justin would be livid if he knew the things I've heard about…..well you know….,” she leaned forward and whispered, “what men and women did in the biblical sense.” She paused and said thoughtfully more to herself, “I’m not sure what men do to men.” She shrugged coming to a conclusion. “It must be the same thing.” She then trained those beautiful chocolate brown eyes on me. “Anyway, I know that the first time is painful and you bleed and you are sore. Justin had blood in his underwear and he soaked in the tub a long time in hot water and he was walking stiffly.” 

Damn. He bled. I sort of knew he had. It sometimes happen no matter how gentle you are with a man the first time. Justin wasn't my first virgin but he was the first one I actually cared about whether I hurt. He was so tight and I've been told I'm more that large for the average man. I hated the fact that he had been sore for days.

"Is he okay?"

"Yes. He’s just miserable because you didn't come to see him. He loves you."
It took all my training not to scoff at her ridiculously romantic ideas. Men didn’t love men.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

She let out a sigh as if she was talking to a dunce, "Because I can see it in his face."

I nodded. 

"It might please you to know Daphne that I've sent for your brother. I have a few questions I need to ask him about the murder."

"Well stop wasting your time on that and start asking him questions about more important things."

I couldn't help but ask. "And those important things would be....?"

She let out a dramatic sigh. I could see she and her brother both would have quite a career in theatrical arts if they wanted. Both had quite a flair for melodrama. "Those important things would be making up to Justin. He's no fun when he's moping around all day."

I had to fight off the smile that was threatening to curve my lips. "I'll see what I can do about that. For now young lady I think you may want to get back home. I'm sure Justin would be concerned if he learned that you had left unescorted."

"Yeah, he would. I better get back to the factory. The last time I sneaked off without telling him it went badly. He took all of my romance periodical for an entire month! I like to have died from boredom!"

She was definitely Justin’s sister. They both had a flair of melodrama
"Well, allow me to escort you back to the factory. I wouldn't want Justin to worry about you unduly."

There was a knock on the door. 

"Enter," I said. 

I stepped from around the desk to greet my guest. If I was right it would be Justin. It was. He walked through the door looking a little anxious and worried. When he saw Daph I could see the relief wash over his face to instantly be replaced with anger.

"I was worried about you! I've been looking all over for you! Do you know how scared I was when you didn't come right back?" He asked angrily. He walked up to her. It looked as if he was debating with himself whether to hug her or spank her. The hug won out. He wrapped his arms around her and they both hugged. Probably realizing they were not alone. He stepped away from her.

"I wasn't gone that long," she said sheepishly. She touched his arm. "I didn't mean to worry you. I just wanted to talk to the Major."

Schmidt was still standing in the door listening to everything. I decided to butt into the family melodrama. "Justin I need to speak with you...alone. Schmidt will you escort Ms. Daphne out and stay with her while I speak with Mr. Taylor."

"Of course sir." He held the door open for Daphne.

"You're in a lot of trouble," he told Daphne. She gave him an innocent smile. I didn't think she was too worried about her punishment.

The door shut behind them leaving me and Justin in the office. I leaned back against the table serving as my desk. For a while we just stared at each other. It felt so good just to see him again. The time I spent away from him I had convinced myself that he wasn't as beautiful as I remembered. He wasn't as slim. His body wasn't as lithe or lean as I recalled. His eyes weren't as blue, his hair wasn’t as blonde and his lips not as full and pink. Looking at him I realized I was right. He was more beautiful than I could ever remember.

I decided to make this short. I didn't need a long drawn out melodramatic scene. "I had to leave for Alabama to check out a lead about the Stockwell murder. I wanted to send word to you but it wasn't feasible." The smile that spread across his face let me know I'd made the perfect decision.

"I thought that you didn't want to see me again," he admitted breathlessly.

I realized it wasn't advisable but I didn't care. All I'd thought about for four days was sinking my tongue and my dick into the orifices of his body and now that I had him this close to me I couldn't resist. I pulled him to me opening my legs to get him as close to me as possible.

"What the hell gave you that idea," I got out before I sunk my tongue in his mouth. I gave him no warning my tongue was just in his mouth tasting, assaulting exploring. I don't know if it was his sigh or mine that floated between us. His kisses were still more enthusiasm than experienced but for some perverse reason it had my cock rock hard. I gripped his hips and pulled him to me as I ground our cocks together. Justin's hands were as busy as mine. They were all over my body roaming over my back and up to my hair and gripping my shoulders as my tongue and lips assaulted his mouth. I knew what we were doing was dangerous but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop it. Justin finally pulled back and reluctantly I allowed him.
"I missed you," he whispered.

I leaned back to look into his face, "I can tell," I smiled smugly.

He just kept looking at me like he wanted to eat me up. Which wasn't a bad idea. I did promise him that I'd teach him how to suck my cock. That was a promise I had every intention of keeping. I ran my hands down his ass and gripped it tightly.

"How are you? Still sore?"

He blushed, "Ah, no."

"Ready for another lesson?" If possible his blush deepened.

"Yes, please."

My boy certainly had manners. I was going to reward him handsomely. I pulled him forward and sunk my tongue deeply in his mouth one more time. I twirled my tongue around his mouth brushing against his teeth and the roof of his mouth before nibbling on his lips familiarizing myself once again with the natural taste of him. It was sweet and tangy I broke the kiss and trailed small kisses up to his ear.

"Tonight at 10:00 p.m. meet me at the Creek."

"Don't you want to meet at the shack?"

He seemed perplexed by my choice of meeting places. He was obviously horny and wanted me to suck his dick and fuck his ass. He'd get that but tonight I was going to add a little something else to his new experiences. I ran a finger down the side of his face, "We'll make it there but I want to take a swim in the creek." 

I wanted to eat his ass. I had dreams of opening up those perfect creamy lobes to the puckered little pink hole of his ass and liking, sucking and eating his little ass hole until he screamed for mercy. But first we were going to take a little dip in the cool creek. I'd brought him a little gift while in Mississippi. It was a bar of primrose scented milled soap. I had been imagining smelling it on him for the last few nights. Tonight I'd finally get a chance to do just that.

"I'm not much of a swimmer. Daphne is a much better swimmer than I am."

"Don't worry you'll be with me. I'll keep you floating."

"Well if we are going to swim we need to move closer to the shack. It's more secluded in that spot."

"Then I'll meet you there tonight."  His smile lit up my day.

"Yes."

I pushed him away from me before I lost control. I opened the door and escorted him out. I watched as he grabbed Daphne’s hand and left building. Schmidt turned to say something. I shut the door on what ever question Schmidt was about to ask me. I took a deep breath and walked around to look out the window. It was going to be a very long day.