Yank and Reb

By FarmerBear

The war had already been going on for over four years now with no sign of letting up. Both sides were relentless with great intent upon being the victor. Me, I could care less. The war was tearing our country in half, literally, and the outcome would be catastrophic no matter which side won.

I was born in the state of Maine. I figured that far north no one would come looking for me, but only time would tell. I had many thoughts of running away to Canada, but I had family to take care of.

And came they did. I protested, but there were too many of them. My younger brother would be left behind to tend to the needs of the family they said. He was thirteen then. Next week would be his seventeenth birthday. Hopefully they wouldn’t come back for him.

Winter had set in, and I was sent on ahead to do some scouting for the old man General Grant himself. I got lucky and was put in his division. He was one smart man, not to mention a burly son of a bitch that I’d love to attack anytime. He could scout me out anytime and pin me to the ground. I’d surrender gladly at the end of his sword that he had hidden in his pants. Rumor was that he had a thick one enough to fuck an elephant. Just thinking about it made my ass twitch. I’d love to be on my knees in front of him any time taking orders.

Anyway, the snow was still falling, even after three hours with no sign of letting up. More than two feet had fallen to the ground, and it was getting deeper by the minute. The winds were beginning to blow something fierce, and I needed to seek shelter soon or freeze to death. I trudged ahead through the deep snow till I stumbled upon an old cabin. It looked like it had been deserted for a very long time. It would have to do as it was better than staying out here in the wind.

I opened the door with caution, but no one was inside. It had a crude fireplace, but I had no matches. I looked around a bit and finally found one. One. It would have to do or else. I went back outside and gathered up a bit of firewood that was still not too wet from the snow. With the fireplace all ready, I attempted the one light to get the kindling wood going. I struck the box and damn it, a big gust of wind blew down from the chimney flue and blew it out. It was going to be a long night tonight. This old blue uniform had better keep me warm till morning.

The snow continued to blow like I had never seen it blow before. The mountains of West Virginia were unforgiving this time of year, and this was no exception. The snow must have been at least four feet high now outside and still getting deeper. I figured no one else would be out in the storm, so I cuddled up in a corner of the room farthest from the drafty window and finally fell asleep. I was beat tired and needed the rest, but Johnny Reb was in the area, and I didn’t want captured, especially being a lone solder; spies were shot on the spot by the South.

I awoke to a noise in the corner of the dark cabin. I had to wait a few minutes to let my eyes adjust and focus from the dark and being asleep for a few hours. There, in a corner on the opposite side of the corner was another solder in gray – Johnny Reb he was! I remained as quiet as I could. Maybe he didn’t even know that I was in here, or did he? Still, I took no change. I kept my gun close to me in case he tried to attack me in my sleep. I was going to get none this night.

"You needn’t do that," he said.

I was scared shitless and remained motionless. He wasn’t going to get me.

"I’m not going to harm you. If I did, you’d be dead by now. When I came inside you were snoring loud enough to wake the dead."

He was right about that, but still, I didn’t want to die out here all alone and in the cold. They’d never find me, and my family would always wonder what ever happened to me.

He didn’t move, but stayed motionless on the floor. A little light filtered in through the windows from the moon. He was a big boy for sure, bigger than I was, which gave him the advantage. He must have been a good six feet two inches tall and a hefty three hundred pounds or more. He had a very bright colored red beard that shone in the moonlight. What a handsome fuck he was. They didn’t make them like that very much.

It had been a very long time since I had a good piece of cock in my mouth to suck on. My cock leaked like a faucet every night, and my balls needed draining so bad. I sure would love to have a roll in the hay with him, but not with my enemy I wouldn’t.

He just lay there starring at me. I was a pretty good-sized fellow, too. I was a tad bit under six feet tall and maybe two hundred and seventy-five pounds. I could take care of my own real well. He’d have a good time trying to take me. Despite the darkness, I could see him move ever so slightly. He was on his left side and his right hand slowly moved down to his crotch. His hand started to rub his pants real slow till I could see the cloth move to reveal that he had a boner. Was he thinking of raping my ass? One could never tell, not that I wouldn’t mind him doing so. He was a very masculine looking man, and I’d love to get him in bed and attack his cock with my mouth. I bet he had a fat one. His body was burly and fat, which usually meant a fat cock.

How could this be possibly happening to me? Was he baiting me? The chance was minute, but maybe he was just horny and wanted some action. Men usually did when they were alone and hadn’t had any in a long time. I slowly slid my hand down to my crotch for him to see and rubbed my trousers as well. It didn’t take long for my pants to stick out, too. I could see his eyes move to my pants, and I swore his mouth opened a bit and his tongue stick out a fraction of an inch. This big boy wanted it, and apparently he wanted it bad. What would they do to me if my commanding officer found out? Having sex with the enemy would put my ass on a firing squad for sure, but no one was around, so what the fuck?

I tried to relax despite the tense situation. He just lied there and kept looking at me. Surely he knew that I could see what he was doing. Surely he could see me as well! Maybe I could get him to do something.

"Looks like the storm is still out there," I said.

"It is. It’s past three in the morning and still snowing. There must be at least six feet of snow on the ground by now, and it’s getting colder. If we don’t do something we’re both going to freeze."

"I know," he said. "We need a fire bad."

"Got any matches?" I asked.

He hesitated for a few minutes and then answered. "I sure do. I didn’t want to start the fire and wake you."

"Well, I’m awake now, so why not get some heat in here?"

"OK. I promise I’m not going to do anything rash. We need each other if we’re going to survive this storm."

He got up slowly and walked over to the fireplace that was on his side of the cabin. He lit a match and kept one eye on me the whole time. I didn’t blame him. I’d have done the same thing. The fire was going slightly and he tended to it, gradually adding bigger pieces of kindling wood till it was going fairly well. In about five minutes it was going enough that a small amount of heat was building up.

The solder looked a little more relaxed and even unbuttoned his coat. The bulge had gone down some in his pants, but it was still noticeably there. He looked over at me from gazing into the fireplace and gently rubbed his pants. He had a grin on his face as if he knew something that I did not. I looked down at his pants and starred till he knew that I was looking at him intensely. My own hand had strayed to my own crotch and, now my pants were bulging fully.

He gave a small and gentle laugh out loud.

"Don’t be shy. We’re both men here. Haven’t you ever done it at least once when you were horny as hell and needed some action?"

He was waiting for me to answer. To prod one out of me he slowly took his coat off to reveal how burly he was. He even unbuttoned his shirt a bit to reveal a thick mat of bright red fur on his chest. My tongue and hands could get lost in it all day long. He stuck a hand inside his shirt and rubbed his chest real slow to see if I was following his hands, which I was. He could tell and unbuttoned his shirt a bit more to reveal some of his belly. It was a big one and even more furry than his upper chest. His navel was showing slightly and it was a big one. His fur stretched all the way to his waist and below for sure.

"I see you there touching your crotch. You’re horny, too, and want to know if I am."

My mouth dropped open, and I wanted his furry ass so bad. Could I chance it with him? Did he like women or only men when he was horny and couldn’t get it the other way?

"Yes, I do," was all he said.

Yes he did men only or just when he was horny? I couldn’t tell. I sat up and wondered what to do next.

"Come stand here with me. The fire is getting big and the warmth feels so good."

Either he wanted it or he was luring me in to kill me.

Finally he told me a bit more. "Yes, I do men only. Women are too complex for me, and I get no satisfaction from them. I like the feel and smell of a real man in my arms. I love to feel his masculinity and he feel mine." This he said as he rubbed his chest and belly some more. Damn he was hot to me, and I wanted him so bad. No one would see us or ever know.

"I’ll tell you what. How about we both put our guns away and are civil about this. You’re a hot man and want to experience me in your arms. I find you equally attractive and luring. I’d love to feel you on me any way you could. Come stand with me."

I slowly got up and walked over to the fire. We starred into each other’s eyes for a few seconds. His hairy chest was awesome. Never had I seen a coat of fur that thick, and he was a red haired man to boot.

"Good man. Lets walk over to the other wall and drop our guns there. I’ll drop mine first. I could see what you looked like when I came in here and have been fantasizing about you the entire time. Not many men are so masculine like you these days."

We both slowly walked over to the other side and dropped our weapons. Either he was sincere, or I was very gullible.

"Good man."

We walked over to the fireplace. The warmth from the heat felt so good. The cold was sinking in to my bones so bad and making me stiff. I needed to get my strength back bad.

He turned to me and removed my coat ever so slowly. My shirt was unbuttoned slowly, too. I puffed my chest out in anticipation of him touching me more intimately. His hands rubbed my upper chest, stopping to caress my nipples that hardened with his touch. Next, his hands roamed down to my belly and felt my pelt of fur that hadn’t been touched in months. I breathed in heavily again and my belly expanded for him to fondle. He rubbed it all over and went so far as to slightly put his fingers inside my pant’s waistband. I exhaled to loosen my pants, and his hands went down inside my long johns. I lightly moaned approval, and he just smiled at me.

I returned the affection. I rubbed his barrel sized chest and pinched his nipples, too. He was a big boy and had man tits, the kind that you could suck the cum out of their balls type. I leaned over and pushed his shirt aside and sucked one of them. I tongued the tip of it while I tried to remove his shirt altogether and push down the top half of his long johns. Once his shirt was off I fondled the other nipple till it was hard to the touch. He breathed in a sigh of relief.

"Now then. That wasn’t so bad, was it? It’s just us two here enjoying each other."

I reached inside his pants and felt the hardness that I had seen push through his trousers. His long johns were tight and wanted releasing. I unbuckled his pants and unbuttoned the fly till they dropped to the floor. At least if he tried something he couldn’t run very fast. His crotch was pushing out hard and I wanted to taste his rebel cock like no other Yankee had. I pushed his long johns down and they fell to the floor like his pants did. He stood there mostly buck naked with a big smile on his face. Now I could caress him in other places as well. While I still had his breasts in my mouth sucking the cum out of his balls, I felt his meaty rump in the rear and slowly reached for the gun had been in his pants.

"Go for it, big boy. This Reb wants to feel violated all over."

I slowly pushed my fingers between his cheeks and felt his manhole with my thumb. He slightly flinched from it, but relaxed enough to let me in. I shoved my thumb up his ass as far as I could. My other hand was fondling his balls. They were bull sized and low hangers even in this cold cabin. I felt the thick pelt of fur on his nuts and massaged his sack to loosen it up more, then I pulled on it a bit.

"Go for it, Yankee. This Johnny Reb loves his balls worked on real good like."

I grabbed his nuts and pulled harder on them. He just tilted his back and moaned in delight. I pulled and stretched and pulled his nuts some more till they loosened up. After that I reached for the gun between his legs that was loaded and needed firing. It was nice and thick, maybe six inches long and six inches round, but most of all he was uncut. I was cut as doctors started the trend to do so with newborn babies. Evidently in the south they still let a man hold onto his foreskin. It just wasn’t right to take part of man’s masculinity from him and not have his permission.

I continued to massage his manhole with my thumb as I caressed his cock. It curved up slightly but not much. I stroked it and stroked it till he was moaning very loudly now.

"Fuck, Yank. Do something about my Rebel gun. It needs to be fired real bad."

I dropped to my knees and grabbed his thighs. My mouth was wide open in anticipation of tasting Rebel red cock. His cock slid into my mouth and down my throat. It was nicely thick and long as it touched the back of my mouth and made me gag slightly. I just forced my face deeper under his fur-pelted belly and got another inch inside my mouth. His groin hair was nice and soft upon my face as I rubbed his belly on it. Reb grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my face silly till he fired his gun in my mouth. He packed a big one and filled my hungry mouth full of a fine southern drink for me to swallow. Not a minute went by and he washed it down for me with his piss. I was thirsty and it hit the spot real well.

Johnny Reb reached under my arms and pulled me up.

"There now. That wasn’t so bad, was it? Cock is cock, no matter what side you’re on. You’re one good fuck, and I’d love to see more of you in the future."

"And I, you. You’re one hell of a man, and one hell of a gun that I could have fire down my throat any time."

"Well, then. Let’s see what this Yankee has to offer me."

Reb the Red bear got to his knees and grabbed my thighs. He held me close, and I could feel the thick fur on his chest brushing on my bare thighs. It was so soft. Never had I seen a coat of fur so red or thick on a man before.

He licked my thighs of dark hair and nuzzled his mouth between my balls and legs. I could feel his breath on my skin from him being so excited. His attention told me that he was very hungry in a sexual way and enjoyed being with me. Finally he took a nut into his mouth and sucked on it real hard like I had never been sucked before. His hand went around my other ball sack and he pulled it down real hard. One ball in hand and the other in his mouth gave me such great pleasure. This solder knew how to please another man the right way. As he opened wide to release it, he bit down hard on my nut, and I screamed. It hurt so good, and I wished he wouldn’t stop. All the other men were so boring in bed. This guy knew how to do it.

My other nut received the same treatment before he swallowed my cock in his mouth and down his throat. He pushed under my belly and an extra inch of my hard cock went inside his wet mouth. He sucked real good and put the end of my cock between his teeth. I loved it when a man chewed on my cock head. It literally sent me over the edge. I grabbed his head and slammed it over my fuck stick. I fucked his face for less than a minute and finally exploded my gun inside his hot mouth. Never had I had an orgasm like this before. He serviced me the best ever. I even returned the favor and filled his rebel belly with hot Yankee piss.

Reb stood up with my help and looked me in the eyes.

"Yank, you’re good. I want to be with you forever, but this hellish war just won’t allow it."

I know it. We’ll have to figure something out. In the meantime, I’d like some of your rebel ass."

He just smiled and got down on fours with his furry red ass wiggling in the air, waiting for my Yankee cock to plow it. I grabbed his hips and pushed my sweaty cock between his fat cheeks. He was a bit tight for having a fat ass, but at the same time I could tell that he’d been plowed before and on a regular basis. I slapped them a few times, and he just hollered that much more. I reached under his fat belly and yanked on his huge balls till they were on the floor.

"Oh, yea! Yank my big balls, you fucking Yankee! Show this lil Rebel who’s in charge!"

I plowed his ass some more till my balls were sweaty and slapping his fat furry cheeks. His balls were still in my hands, and I was giving them a good workout. At last I unloaded my gun up his not so tight ass as I squeezed his balls even harder.

"Ah! Damn! You are a hot man, Mr. Yankee, but it’s my turn now."

I filled his belly up from the rear with some more piss that made him sigh with pleasure. I’m sure that I was about to get the same.

He mounted me real rough like, and I liked it, too.

"OK, boy. Hold on for the ride of your life."

I lowered my head to the floor and felt his fat cock penetrate my cheeks. It was nicely fat for fucking a guy. I rarely had been fucked and his fat cock up my tight ass just made it that much more sensuous.

"Yank! You’re tight! You need some loosening up. So relax!"

He swatted my cheeks, and it felt so delightful to me. His hands were big and rough. I could feel the calluses on his hands as he swatted me.

He returned the favor and grabbed my balls from under my belly and yanked on them real rough like, even harder than I did him.

"Well, you Yanks might be winning the war, but this fuck session of a war I’m going to win."

It was all right with me. He was the burliest guy that I had ever had sex with and the most handsome as well. I just didn’t want it to end. Never had I felt such masculinity.

He plowed my ass real rough, pausing to spit on his cock and lube my ass so he could plow me even faster. Finally he unloaded his gun in my ass. I could feel the warmth of his cum, and in this cold cabin it felt mighty good.

He pulled out and rolled me over onto my back and straddled my waist.

"You’re such a handsome man, solder. I could settle down with a hot fuck like you."

"I’d like that very much, but the war is still on, and how would we meet?"

"We’ll figure that out later. Right now I want more of your hot Yankee ass."

He lifted my ass into the air and filled my manhole with more of his still hard rebel cock. I just opened my mouth and sighed. Then he leaned over and lay on top of me with all his weight, pressing his big gut against mine. He stuck out his tongue and shoved six more inches of his thick tongue down my throat, while pinning my hands to the floor above my head. I submitted to him and relished the feel of a man overpowering me like this. His cock was still plowing my ass and soon delivered another load up my manhole. My ass had a nice fill of him, I just wished that I could all the time.

He withdrew his tongue and just laid his head on my shoulder, savoring the moment, feeling our bodies joined like this. I really was connecting with this man and did not want it to end.

We spent the remainder of the night in the cabin in front of the fireplace. Morning was peaking through the window and the storm had let up. We both woke up and got our clothes back on.

"It’s time that we be both be on our way, Reb."

"I know, Yankee. You’re a hot man like none that I have ever been with."

"You, too, Reb. Personally I don’t think this war is going to last that long. Our country and resources can’t support it for this long."

"I agree. Maybe it will end soon and we could meet again? I’d love that, Yank. Where do you live?"

"I live way up north in Maine. And you?"

"Well, I live in Tennessee. Not very close to you."

"No, it’s not," I added. "How about we meet somewhere in the middle, like Washington?"

"That’ll work, Yank, that’ll work. I’ll tell you what, if the war is over, how about one year from today in front of the capital?"

"Sounds good to me. Meet you there at high noon. OK? How shall I look for you?"

"Oh, just look for Johnny Reb, a big beard, and a wide smile on my face!"

"You got that right. I’ll be there. You’re one hot man, and I’ve never met anyone like you before. Not many wear beards up north. It’s not civilized they say."

"I know what you mean. Where I’m from though it’s kind of the norm."

I looked at the door and knew we had to be on our ways.

"This can’t last forever, Mr. Reb. We need to be going before they send out a search party looking for both of us, and us being in here together won’t look good."

"I agree. By the way, I’m Tom."

"And I’m Dick. Hope to dick yer fuzzy ass some day again."

We gave each other a parting big bear hug and six more inches of tongue, and then we both headed out the door. I looked over my shoulder as he disappeared out of sight. I hoped that he would keep his promise and meet me there in Washington. Time would only tell.