Scouts

Scouts

by Bald Hairy Man

This is an adult gay story intended for adult gay men. If you are offended by this or are not an adult, gay or a man, DON'T READ IT. It has a lot of sex between adult men, many of whom are older, hairy, bearded, and in this case of several different races. If this offends you, DON'T READ IT. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com.

The plan had been to make a quick raid south through central Virginia, cut the Richmond & Danville Railroad tracks and make it back to our lines before anyone was the wiser. This would have cut Lee's supply line to the south west, leaving only the Petersburg & Weldon Railroad as a tenuous link to the remains of the Confederacy. Fortune had turned her back on the Confederacy, but the remains of her forces were still deadly.

It was a good plan, but looking back it was fatally flawed. I later found out it was the creation of a new General who had no experience south of the War Department Building in Washington. He apparently knew nothing of the mud and miserable roads of Virginia.

I was a part of a small group of scouts which was to go deep into enemy territory in advance of the main party. Under the command of Lieutenant Rathbone, the other scouts were Billy Murphy an Irishman from Manhattan, Henry Wolfenburg, a German from Philadelphia, and me, Robert MacAffee. Murphy had served in the British army and had seen service during the Indian Mutiny and Wolfenburg had been in the Prussian Army. They were experienced soldiers. I was the only non military man in the group.

We left our lines near Fredericksburg at midnight and headed due west. The plan was to get to the Blue Ridge, then head south and slowly curve to the east. There was a thin crescent moon giving faint light and we made good time on the first night. We got well to the west, found a place to camp and slept through the day. Our original plan was to travel at night. This was too slow, so we moved slowly and cautiously in the day time.

The countryside was desolate. Abandoned farms and untended fields were everywhere. There were very few people. Once and a while you saw older men, women and children, or slaves too old or young to escape. There didn't seem to be any Confederate troops. Near Charlottesville we were to meet some Unionist at a farm to get information on the troops in that area.

That's where things turned bad. It was an ambush. Lieutenant Rathbone was shot dead and the rest of us barely escaped. My horse was killed, but Billy picked me up and we got away. Our horses were well fed compared to the scrawny horses the rebels were using. That was our salvation.

We escaped, but we were a good hundred miles into the rebel held territory. Rathbone had our maps, so we had only our general knowledge of the area to guide us. As Scouts we were in civilian clothes, so we knew if we were captured we were dead. With Billy and Henry's accents, there was no way we could pass as Southerners.

At first we retraced our route. Rebels were waiting for us. I remembered the Lieutenant had kept a record of our movements. They would be waiting for us. We decided to head west. The Blue Ridge was easy to find. If we headed north, we would eventually return to Union territory. Unfortunately, the situation in the Shenandoah Valley changed weekly. There was no way to know where our troops would be.

Things were bad and then they turned worse. It got cold and wet. We couldn't light a fire to warm up, but we found a small cave in the side of a mountain. Cave was a grand word for it. It was just barely big enough for the three of us. I had been soaked to the bone and was shivering badly.

"You're going to freeze if you don't get warm," Billy said. He told me and Henry to strip. We huddled together naked. He arranged our wet clothes on top of us then joined us under the pile.

Both Billy and Henry were big men. Henry was blond, with a bushy golden beard, Billy had curly black hair and a massive beard. Both were hairy, almost furry. I was smaller and younger than them. Wedged between the two big men, I warmed up. They were human furnaces. With the warmth, I fell asleep.

When I woke, the rain had stopped. It was frosty, even though we were in early Spring. I was warm and felt good. I moved a little and Billy put an arm around me. I didn't mind that at all. I fell asleep again. When I woke a second time, I felt something hard rubbing against my ass. I wasn't entirely awake and it took a while to realize it was Billy's cock.

My reaction to the cock was unexpected. Perhaps I should have been shocked, or enraged, I was excited, sexually excited. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. Not only did I not mind the cock at my ass, I liked it. Even odder, my cock responded and became hard. My cock touched Henry's ass.

I was shocked and embarrassed as my member touched him. Instead of jumping away from me, he pressed back at me, so instead of just being touched by my cock, his entire ass was pressed against my throbbing member. Billy was rubbing me as I rubbed Henry.

My family is good Congregationalists who live in rural Vermont. They were strict, but loving. Sex was for making babies and nothing else. I have four brothers and two sisters, so I know my parents must have enjoyed it, but I had no vision about sexual relations. I thought sex could only occur in marriage. I didn't know men could do it without a woman. I had seen my bothers' cocks when we went swimming in the Mill pond, but I had never been naked with a man.

I wasn't sure if this was sex, but I was enjoying it. I had never enjoyed anything this much in my life. The three of us stayed together, pressing our cocks against each other. I could feel Billy's heart racing, then I felt something wet and warm spurting on my back. A second later my cock spurted my load on Henry.

No one said anything. We all stayed still and let the feelings pass. Then there was a mad dash to get dressed in the chilly morning air. Most of our clothes had dried off and the rain had passed. We had nothing to eat, but in the afternoon we found an abandoned cabin which had a smoke house next to it. The smoke house had a ham and bacon still hanging in the high rafters. That was the best food we had eaten in a week.

Continuing on our trek, we headed north, but it was slow going. It was a rainy period and roads were more like trails and trails were simply not passable. We got as far as a small river, but it was so flooded, we couldn't risk trying to cross it. We returned to the cabin for the night.

When we went to bed, nobody said anything, but we all got naked again. This time Henry's cock was at my ass and mine was at Billy's. It was just as good as the first time. In the middle of the night I heard a noise. We got up, dressed and investigated.

There was no one there, but our horses were gone. Looking back, we were lucky it was horse rustlers and not Rebel troops, but that's not the way we saw it at the time. The roads were so bad, losing the horses didn't slow us up much. In the morning we worked our way up the side of the mountain hoping to get above the source of the river.

I have heard about the mountains of the west. I had gone to see a big painting on display in Boston which showed the Rockies to be of unimaginable grandeur. The Blue Ridge Mountains weren't like that at all, but they can be plenty rough, especially if you are scared, hungry and tired.

We worked our way further north. We got around the river. It was early spring and we could see farms in the valleys below. Wispy strands of smoke gave promise of warmth. It was over cast and drizzly. I was cold all the time. Billy and Henry seemed unconcerned.

"Shit, I'm cold," I murmured.

"I got an extra layer of fat to keep me warm," Billy said. "It'll warm up eventually. The sun has to come out some time. It's like being back in Ireland. Being cold is better than being six feet under. There's a noose waiting for us if we get caught. That's not going to happen to me."

"Don't move! We've got you covered!" a voice screamed. "You're surrounded." We were in a hollow on a creek. I looked up and saw five or six men with rifles on us. We were trapped.

"Put your guns down. Hands up." the man yelled. We obeyed. There was no choice. We looked pretty rough after a week in the mountains, but compared to these guys we were Greek gods. They were scrawny, with what must have been a year's growth of beard.

They came down to us and took our guns.

"Federal." one of the men said. "These be Federal rifles." I could feel the noose around my neck.

"Dear Mary Mother of God." Billy said.

"Mien Gott!" Henry exclaimed. It was going to be hard to pretend to be good old southern boys. My heart sank.

One of our captors stared at Henry. He suddenly burst in to high speed German. He embraced Henry as if he was a long lost friend.

"They're Union men!" Henry cried. I fainted.

When I came too, I had a splitting headache, but I was warm. I opened my eyes and I saw the flicker of a fire in the darkness. I got dizzy and fell back. "Don't try to git up," a voice said. "You hit yer head when you fell."

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"Raleigh Walden's my name, they call me Rally," he said. "Yer in the Big Bear Cave. Don't worry, yer safe here."

"You're awake?" Billy said. He must have been hidden in the darkness. "We were afraid you were a goner. You hit a rock."

"Who are these men?" I asked.

"Draft dodgers, Union men and some escaped slaves," Billy said. "As regular a bunch of scallywags as I've ever seen. Is that a fair way to describe you, Rally?"

"Hell no. It's not fair. It's right, but it ain't fair," Rally replied as he burst into laughter. "The men here are a little bit of everything. Gus was a newspaper editor in Dresden before he came to the Valley, Wolf was a farmer. Sean worked for the Tredegar in Richmond before they tried to draft him. Johnny Van Lew is from a high-toned family in Richmond."

"I take it, you aren't from a high-toned family?" Billy asked.

"Shit, I'm not too sure my Daddy saw my Momma's face before he screwed her," Rally said. "If Johnny lived on the mountain top, you'd half to dig a hole in the deepest valley to find my folks." He paused. "Daddy was country. Dirt poor, but honest. Ain't never stole a penny in his life."

"And you?"

"Never once. Now if I see a penny lying on the ground, I might just pick it up." Rally said.

"That's fair enough." Billy said. I fell asleep.

When I woke my head felt better. I tried to sit up.

"Take it slow," Rally said. He helped me sit. I was able to see him well for the first time. Rally was thin, with long blond hair and a straggly beard which reached the middle of his chest. He was thin and pale. He had watery, pale blue eyes and crooked teeth.

"I'd like to stand up," I asked.

"That may be harder for me than for you. I'm the nurse in this outfit. Ever since I lost my leg, it's all I'm good for." I looked down and saw his left leg was missing below the knee. I felt like a fool.

"What happened?"

"I got caught in a crossfire at Fredericksburg. I was sent home, but they wanted to take my baby brother, so we took to the mountains."

"Is he here?" I asked.

"Yep." Rally replied. "He out scouting. Wally's small and he climbs trees like a coon. If you want to try to get up, I'm game." We tried, but didn't do it. A one legged country boy and a dizzy northern man was a bad combination. We fell down laughing. I grabbed the rope he used as a belt for his pants. The rope gave way and when I hit the ground, I was looking at his cock. I stared.

"It's a nice one, isn't it." Rally said. "It's just like Daddy's. He always said he got half the brain and double the cock of a normal man. I got his cock."

"How about the brain?" I asked.

"I kind of think I did a bit better than Daddy. I can read some." Rally answered. I was still staring at his cock. It was a long, white snake. I could see the outline of his cock head in the tube of skin. "You can suck it if you want," he said. He held the member near my mouth. "Just open up and taste some Blue Ridge Mountain Snake."

Until that moment, the thought of sucking a man's cock had never occurred to me. A second later it was in my mouth. I don't know what got into me. It must have been the blow to the head.

I know I shouldn't have enjoyed it. I'm a Congregationalist, but I wasn't thinking. I don't know what happened, but I took his cock and tried to swallow it. It was still soft. Rally moaned and his cock grew. I should have been disgusted to have another man's cock in my mouth, but as it grew, I enjoyed it more. I must have gone a bit mad.

I had no idea if I was doing the right thing, but Rally seemed to like it. I tasted something new. In the back of my mind, I was expecting to taste urine. Whatever was oozing from his cock, was sweet and thick. Instead of being repelled by it, I got more excited. I loved it. So did Rally.

"Damn!" he cried. I felt his cock twitch and throb. My mouth filled with thick creamy seed. When he stopped shooting, I pulled off.

"You done good, boy," Rally whispered, "Real good. Any time you want my man milk, come and take it." He paused. "Have you ever done this before?" I shook my head.

"You're good at it; you must be a fast learner."

"It's not right," I said. "I've never done anything like this before."

"It's right as rain," Rally said. "We're all men here. There's no reason not to have some fun. It's not like there's anything else enjoyable here. Except for drinking." I must have looked doubtful. "Daddy was a shit ass drunk. A cock is easier to deal with than a jug."

"I guess you're right about that," I said. My folks had told me about the dangers of booze; they never mentioned sex. They didn't mention sex with women, not to mention men. I was at sea.

"What if the other men saw us doing it?" I asked.

Rally smiled. "You want to do it again, don't you?" I nodded. I was too embarrassed to admit it liked it as much as I did.

"Don't worry about the other men here. They're converts," Rally said.

"Who converted them?"

"Me, my brother, Wally, Uncle Alvis and cousin Beau. We knew the cave was here and came here when they came to get Wally and Beau. Gussy and Max joined us. They were in Staunton, Max was a doctor at the Asylum, Gus was an editor at the paper. They're both smart guys. Sometimes they speak English better than me, and they ain't even natives. Johnny got lost trying to escape with Sean from Richmond." he said.

"They all like doing . . . ?"

"What's not to like?" Rally said.

I laughed, "I can see that."