Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2010 18:26:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hardwood 5

Hardwood 5

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.  This is an adult story for
adults. It is not intended for minors, or for persons who are offended by
alternate life styles.  This is 100% fantasy, so no effort at safe sex is
suggested.


While a night attack was unlikely, there were white men among the raiders
who could fight at night. We kept watch and had as many men as possible
sleeping near their posts. Timothy O'Brien was a believer in four hour
watches.  He felt the shorter watches were more effective. That allowed the
men four to six hours of sleep.

I was on the 10:00 to 2:00 watch.  Caleb Winslow was busy repairing the
burned northern palisade as soon as it got dark. That attack came closer to
being successful than he liked, so he was digging a ditch and raising an
earthwork behind the palisade incase it failed.

He also dug a ditch in front of the bunk house wall. The Chinese did this
at great risk since they were exposed. The second floor sharpshooters were
on guard.  If they saw a flash of gun fire, they would aim at the source
and rain gun fire on the shooter's location.

It seemed to me there was little chance they would hit anyone this way, but
the attacks on the Chinese diggers greatly diminished, so something
worked. Two Chinese diggers were killed and three wounded. Most of the
White men looked down on the Chinese as pagan weaklings.  That attitude
altered as a result of the attack.

Winslow carefully calculated how to make sure the ditch was deep enough to
stop a fire wagon, but be still within the line of sight of the second
floor riflemen. My estimation of him rose greatly.

From the cupola of the house, I could see a light in Mine One so I used
Morse code to send a message using a lantern.  About five minutes later I
got a reply, "All was well. One man wounded none dead."

I replied, "Many Raiders dead, many wounded. Minimal losses here.  How
about Mine Four and. Chinatown."

"All is well," was the reply. Aden was with me and he took the messages to
Mr. Beauchamp below.

I was somewhat surprised the Raiders were still here.  They had suffered
badly. Indians rarely made open attack.  They used ambushes.  Jack Dawson
liked open frontal attacks. He only attacked undefended villages.  He must
have talked the Indians into it.  How he got the Indians to stay for
another day of punishment, I couldn't guess.

Titus replaced me in the cupola. He came with a man who knew Morse code in
case that was necessary.  He also brought a naval signal lantern. Titus
told me to go to the bath and relax before went to bed. Being on watch for
four hours surrounded by the enemy is exhausting.  It's hard to go from
being fully alert to sleep, so I went to the baths with Aden in tow. Aden
was excited.  This was better than any Wild West Show and he hadn't seen
any of the rougher side of the battle.

It was two in the morning and the baths were half full, mostly with men
from the last shift. Two younger men saw Aden. Aden noticed them and
clearly all three men liked what they saw. Aden looked at me and I smiled.
He went over to see them.  I sat with a group of men who had been digging
the back-up earthwork in the front of Beauchamp's house.

"After the Petersburg campaign, I swore I'd never dig another ditch, but
damn if I didn't feel a little nostalgic," he said.

"Bobby, I hate to say it but I felt the same way," another man said.

"I was a stoker on a Monitor," a third man said. "It was so quiet here
without the gun firing and cannon balls bouncing off the armor. Nothing
ever broke through, but every time one hit, I thought my eardrums were
going to burst." I assumed he was the source of the signal lantern. When we
realized we might be attacked, Mr. Beauchamp asked men to bring in any
military paraphernalia that might be of use.

I joined them and we reminisced. It was almost like talking around the
campfire, except we were naked and the stoker took a fancy to my cock. It
wasn't the first time a cock struck his fancy.  Eventually, lust overtook
the conversation.

We eventually formed a ring, linked cock to mouth. I sucked Bobby as the
stoker sucked me.  It was pleasurable and we somehow managed coordinated
orgasms. Everyone had been busy for the previous week and Bobby gave me a
week's worth' of his best.  I was ready for bed and a good sleep.

Willy came to get me as I swallowed Bobby's ball cream. "They want you at
the house." I got dressed quickly and went to the house. Titus, Beauchamp
and Winslow were there with several miners.

"We just got a message from Mine One. Mr. Dawson has a cannon, perhaps
two. It's three miles to the south stuck in the mud," Beauchamp said.

"How did we find out about this?"  I asked.

"Mr. Wong got a message through to the mine," Beau said. "Your cupola
telegraph worked. It's a six pounder. Apparently Mr. Wong and the Brawlers
are circulating around behind the Raider's camp and saw it."

"Is there any way to get the cannon?" I asked.

"It's stuck until they get enough men there to pull it out of the mud. They
just left it there.  It's unguarded. Does anyone know how to spike a
cannon?"

"I'm afraid I do," I said. "How do I get out?"

"I have a tunnel," Beau said. "It will take you out of Hardwood.  We can
tell Mr. Wong to meet you there. What tools do you need?" I gave him a
list, but he had them ready. Titus would go with me as protection.

We went into the cellars and into a long tunnel.  We were in a mining
community; tunnels were part of our lives. It was a long walk. The entrance
was well hidden and away from the raiders. They were in the unfortified
houses of Hardwood, enjoying a night in a shelter. I had noticed smoke
rising from the chimneys.

We waited for fifteen minutes or so when Mr. Wong appeared. He was with two
of the biggest bruisers. They led us to the cannons.  A half mile away we
came to horses and the trip and mounted them for the last part of the trip.

In the distance I heard some shooting. "My Bruisers and my Chinaman are
having some fun," Mr. Wong said.  "They are exactly on time too."  It was a
diversionary attack. A few minutes later we came up on two cannons mired in
the mud. One was so deep in the mud it was hard to see from a distance. I
went to work.

We spiked a good many cannons in the course of the war.  My men discovered
a way to spike the cannon in a way that left it looking unchanged, but
would blow up when you used them.  The Rebels figured this out after a few
explosions, but I doubted Dawson would know of the technique.  It took
about ten minutes per cannon. I was back in the fortress before dawn.

As soon as the sun rose, there was a second effort at setting the fort on
fire, but Winslow's new defenses worked well and the attacks were
ineffectual.  All was calm for the next few hours. I was exhausted, but
couldn't sleep.  We could see the raiders grouping for another attack. They
began to circle our position in the traditional Indian manner. At noon,
there were two explosions. It was the cannons exploding. There was
confusion, and then the raiders began to race away in all directions.

An hour later they were all gone. Beau dispatched three groups of fifty men
each to chase them away. He didn't want them to molest and homesteaders or
Indian villages. We kept the watch for several days, just in case any of
the raiders decided to come back.

I went into the undefended part of the town, it was mostly intact. Other
than the two cabins the raiders burned, everything was reparable. I don't
think a single piece of window glass survived. I was the one to find
Dawson's body. He led the Indians down a rosy path, but the suffered
massive losses.  We counted 110 bodies, but found 38 more near Chinatown
and fifteen at the mines. Most were Indians, there were few white men mixed
in. The Indian were betrayed and weren't prone to be forgiving.

I also found where the cannons blew up. I felt the same feeling in my
stomach I felt after a victory in the War.  It was a victory, but after the
exhilaration of the victory came the realization of the loss.

I returned to the guest house and tried to rest. I couldn't sleep. I
decided to go to the baths when Tim O'Brien came to me. "Beau is having a
little celebration at the house. He would like to have you there," he said.

"I was going to relax in the baths," I said.

"The party will be in Beau's personal baths," Tim replied. "I can guarantee
you will get some relaxing done."  I went with Tim to the house. There were
guards still at the doors, but the Indian women and children had returned
to their camp.  We went to the baths at the rear of the house. We stripped
and entered the steamy room.  Titus, Slim and several men I didn't
recognize sat on the marble benches.

I sat next to them. One was a big Chinese man who look like a wrestler or
strong man in the circus. Tim introduced him as Chan.  Next to him was Mike
Malloy, one of the Bruisers. These were the men who defended Chinatown. I
recognized One Feather, the scout who had infiltrated the Raiders camp.
This was a thank you party for the men who did well. I wondered why I was
there.

Two more men entered. One was the signalman from the mine, Jeb Miller.  We
had been protected by the cupola's wood base; he was in an exposed location
with men taking pot shots at him. The other man, Everett Mills was the man
who led the firefighters in the bunk house.  Beau and Winslow entered next.

Beau greeted everyone. As was often the case he was both naked and erect. I
had never seen Winslow in the baths before.  He was big hairy and had a
gut. He also had some impressive groin decorations dangling below. Titus
and Tim installed a hammock like thing from hooks on the ceiling.  Beau got
in it and hooked his legs on the ropes supporting the hammock, so he was
spread-eagled with his ass wide open.

"You may remember a few weeks ago before the recent unpleasantness, I said
there wasn't a man in the camp I wouldn't be proud to take his seed," he
said. "I also mentioned I wasn't planning to take everyone's that
night. Well tonight is your turn. Everyone did their part, but you men went
the extra mile."

Chan looked puzzled, but One Feather understood well.  He was first in
line. It was an easy fit and he had a young man's short fuse.  He must have
had a full load, ejaculating for a minute. When he pulled out sperm drooled
from Beau's ass.

Mike Malloy was next. "I ain't never fucked a man filled with an Indian's
spunk, but One Feather saved my life yesterday." Mike popped his thick tool
into Beau's hole with a hard thrust. "Damn it's juicy!" he cried.

Mike was a big man I always thought of as a loudmouth. He was violently
anti Indian and Anti Chinese. His recent experience seems to have brought
out his more liberal tendencies. After he climaxed he got Chan to take a
turn in Beau's ass. Chan couldn't believe a White man would open his hole
for him.

As men fucked Beau, we played among ourselves.  One Feather fucked me and
shot a second massive load into my ass.  Winslow came over to me.  I was on
the bench and fondled his equipment.  "I was impressed by your
fortifications. They saved us."

"I spent four years doing it in the Army Engineers. It hasn't been the same
since," he said.

"I feel the same sometimes," I said.  "I don't miss the shooting, but I do
miss the comradeship. I was close to several men."

"Were you ever this close?" Winslow asked as he looked around the room.

"Several men introduced me to these pleasures," I replied. "It was a
surprising, but it made the war a little easier to tolerate.  Did you have
any experiences?"

"I was caught once.  They beat me badly and were going to report me," he
said. "The Rebs shot me the next morning at Fredericksburg.  I lived but
never got back to my old regiment.  That when I hooked up with the
Engineers." He leaned close to me. "I haven't been able to get it up since
I was caught. I don't want to be embarrassed. Can you help me? "

"Why don't you come to my room; we can have some man to man fun," I
suggested. "That will be a good excuse. Beau is understanding." I told Tim
we were going.  He winked and we left.

When we got to my room I told Winslow I had a full load. "Could you help me
with that?"

"Sure, I'd be glad to help out," he said.  Winslow wasn't a good cock
sucker, but I got him on the bed and sucked him. I was just being polite,
but Winslow was a taste treat.  Winslow was like a log as I sucked.  He
showed no reaction at all. After a minute of sucking his cock began too
ooze man juices.  His juices were thick, more like semen, than the normal
brew that precedes orgasms. It was sweet too.

As I suctioned the juices from his balls, Winslow became more relaxed
eventually more responsive. After fifteen minutes he was moaning in
pleasure and twitching.  He was also was rock hard.  Winslow possessed a
mighty oak of a cock, thick and massive.



The combination of my saliva and his own cock drool coated his cock. I
quickly got up, straddled his juicy cock and sat on it.  The first four
inches were easy, the thicker trunk if his cock was a challenge. It was a
welcome pleasure for both of us.

After weeks of planning fortifications t protect the camp against an
attack, my sneak attack on Winslow's cock was a total success.  His rock
hard organ was fully embedded in my ass before he realized what
happened. It was good for both of us.  He lost every trace of his reserve
by now. He was an enthusiastic participant.

He had a full body orgasm. He twitched, bucked and shivered as he released
his sperm load.  We calmed down and then Winslow opened his legs for me.  I
nosed my cock into his quivering hole. It was good fit.  One I was in, he
was tight.  His ass grabbed my cock and held tight. He loved it and didn't
want to give it up.  I gave his prostate a sperm bath.  When I lost my
erection my cock slipped out of his ass.

The next morning Winslow fucked me doggy style without my sucking him to
get a rise. He had another spectacular orgasm.  Winslow was a changed man.
He was pleasant and affable and became a regular in the bath.  He was
always ready to fuck or get fucked.

Two days later the braves from out tribe returned. The elders and children
of the tribe were alive and well and actually were sheltered in
Mr. Beauchamp's house.  The Indians saw this as a true test of
Mr. Beauchamp's sincerity. We became allies.

The Chinese had a similar transformation.  Being brave and a bit
bloodthirsty were admired. The Raiders killed four Chinese, one Indian and
five Whites.

As the attack occupied my time, Aden made friends, many friends. He had
been helpful during the attack since understood Morse code. He became one
of the men.  He also let some of them men know he was inexperienced. Many
were willing to help him with that problem. This included his Uncle.  Amos
gave his nephew recommendations for men to pop his cherry. He knew several
men with small cocks and the sex drive of a bull. Amos thought that was a
perfect first fuck.

We were in the baths on a cold and windy night and the subject came up. We
were sitting in a group of men giving advice and telling stories of their
initiations into art of man sex.  The stories were varied and
odd. Curiously, it didn't matter if the first experience was good or
bad. They all did it again and seemed to like it now. Amos learned with a
pal who was just as inexperienced as he was. "We didn't know what we were
doing, but it was fun anyway," he said.

"My Uncle done me," Mike Malloy said. "It wasn't that good, but it weren't
that bad either."

"What happened?" Aden asked.

"Well, it started slow like.  Uncle Jeb was drinking some, and he gave me
some too, it was my first time with the hard stuff.  Actually, it wasn't
the first time a person gave it to me. I had some swigs before.  I fell
asleep and when I woke up Jeb was in bed with me.  I was warm, and soon he
was hard.  It was easier to let him fuck me that to move."

"You are a romantic!" Amos said.

"Well about three or four months later I turned tables on Uncle Jed.  I
done him good," Malloy added. "It was payback for me, but it was good for
me, but Jeb loved it.  Shit, a month or two later Jeb poked me again, but
this time I liked it as much as he did."

"I learned from my four older brothers," another man said. "I loved it.  It
hurt a little but I wanted to be included in their games. I felt like one
of them."