It had been a long day touring Bull Run. Although I was not sympathetic to the confederates, Stonewall Jackson's mastery over the Union forces was impressive. Years ago I had taken a class on military tactics, and it was there, that I learned his maneuvers were still studied by our military. Actually militaries from all over the world. While he did get shot by his own forces in the fog of war, his legacy and techniques were still applicable today. Much like Sun Tzu's "Art of War," his lessons would carry on. Grants approach at the end of the war, along with Sherman turned the tide, but for a small force his leadership was phenomenal. Yet as the tour guide kept going over armaments, I felt sleepy as it was a case of simulation overload. How much can one man learn in a day? Thankfully my partner Ryan was with me. We had looked like two best friends taking a history lesson in, which we were, as he was fascinated by it too. Yet I knew looking into his blond hair and blue eyes, he had something else on his mind. It had been a week since we made love, and my primal urges to feel him inside me, had my legs getting rubbery. I gave him the gaze and mouthed, "fuck me." A few minutes later he walked off into the woods. With anticipation and hormones blazing, it was time to get rocked. The warm weather was perfect for an afternoon delight of sexual soirée fun, and I made my way to his directions.
Behind the trees I saw him, and his shirt was off. He extended his index finger with the "come here gesture," and this made my penis harder than it had been in a long time. In our mid twenties we were in our prime, and he stuck his tongue down my mouth, taking my pants off. Oh yes it felt so amazing, as he felt my precum soaked penis into his hands. I was dough that melted, and soon he was on his knees sucking me off. Looking down at his fiery blue eyes, my shaved cock in his mouth, I so couldn't help but moan in pleasure. I didn't want to cum yet, so I then grabbed his crotch, and let him know "I was going to swallow his soul."
He didn't resist. My blowjob ability was where I excelled. I had a lot of guys fill my mouth fast, but Ryan was a long lasting flavorful treat. His sculpted thick 8" penis was stallion strong. I kept going up and down his shaft, slobbering all over it, and making him pulsate and shake. There was no real worry about being caught in the thick brush, and even though I was focused on his throbbing gland, I thought civil war soldiers must have done this. After a battle they must be like us, hungry for cock, and finally I bent over for the inevitable pounding. Unlike some guys Ryan was like a shark on blood, with no hesitation about showing me a good time. I liked being his bottom, his bitch, the one who would take every bit of his dna inside me.
Oh yes it felt so good. The pressure of his penis in me stretched my hole, and his muscular arms pinned me from behind. The scent of our sex lingered with the pine, and I just felt like I was seeing stars, as he was inside me all the way. Oh my goodness I couldn't breathe. Also I couldn't scream out, as who knows what tourists would do if they saw me being sodomized so viciously. His cock on and out, he played with my nipples, and I was thrilled when he stroked my penis that was on the verge of delivering a vanilla shake all over the forest.
After awhile, he grunted and told me to bend over a log nearby. I complied happily, my ass was all his to own. He continued pummeling me, and my g spot inside was literally making me feel like a firework about to go off on Fourth of July. Oh it felt so good, as he was all man, and made sure I understood the precarious position I was in. I could feel his sweat on my spine, and I looked back to see him gritting his teeth, knowing that soon I was going to be bred. The sensation continued, as birds in the woods sang, and I came literally everywhere. It felt like a gallon of sperm surged out of my tank, as he finally climaxed into me with full tenacity. I sat there a minute head spinning, and looked over to see him buckling up his pants, and putting on his shirt. Although sore I smiled as he said, "tonight at the hotel you're going to get it again."