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John Laurens was a very particular young man about 15 years of age. His family was very prolific in the South, as they lived in South Carolina. When he heard about the American cause and heard stories about the continental army, he immediately knew that he wanted to join, but there was one small problem in this: he was gay, and this was not exactly common or even allowed at the time, especially where he lived (once again, the South). So he took a chance and got the first horse and buggy to New York City. This was his chance to find love and be free of his family and siblings.
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When John got to New York, he was greeted with the faces of other up and coming young soon-to-be generals and lieutenants. But then there he was. The broad, dark, sexy Lee.
“That’s the Charles Lee,” Laurens whispered to himself, completely starstruck. I mean he knew Lee was… ahem… attractive, but hot DAMN this was insane. The portraits did not do him justice. He walked up to the sign up sheet for the continental army. Oh geez, Lee was right next to him, wasn’t he. John felt Lee’s breath creeping up his neck making hair he didn’t even know existed stand up as his face painted a crimson red. Then, the unimaginable happened: Lee put his hand on John’s shoulder.
“John Laurens, is it, huh?” Lee said, his voice rough and gravelly from the years of military experience we had.
“Hello, mister Lee,” John stuttered, his voice shaky and broken. Oh, god, he sounded like a schoolboy who just got his first crush; flustered, red, and the words just died in his throat as he tried to speak.
Lee let out an amused laugh, flustering Laurens even further. “No need to worry, boy, please call me Charles.” He replied, looking down at the shorter man. Lee was taller and much older than Laurens, but still attractive nonetheless.
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Today was John’s first day at camp. It was his time to make new friends his age, but and to forget about that stupid, annoying, hot, sexy…
“Oh god, Laurens, snap out of it! I mean, he would never date you. Lee is so much older than you, why would Lee want to date a stupid nobody like you?! Besides, who would ever want to date him!” Laurens thought to himself as his thoughts started to drift to, uhh, let’s just say less than appropriate places. He shook his head, trying to focus on anything but that annoyingly handsome man.
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Later that night, in his tent, Laurens’s thoughts drifted. He couldn’t stop thinking about him. Goddammit, this Lee guy was so fucking attractive and- and- ugh. He was starting to sweat as he lied in his tent, riling around in his cot, all restless. Toss left, roll right, then he shot up, the thin sheets pooling around his waist, showing his bare chest and barely keeping him decent. In Laurens’ fit of panic, he felt a warmth between his legs. Oh, no, no, no! Not now!
“Damnit, John!” He yelled under his breath as the sheet started to lift up. Now the little makeshift shelter the army had given him wasn’t the only thing starting to tent. With a beet red face, he tentatively looked down at his now hardened self, reaching down towards his length.
He gripped the bed sheets as his fingers wrapped around his now hardened cock. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as his hips jumped up in response to the jolt of pleasure. He shuddered, moving his hand up and down a couple times just to test the waters. He moved his thumb over his tip, smearing the bead of precum that had collected there.
His hips gave another involuntary jolt, and he gasped as his hand started moving at a steady pace. Each stroke added heat to the fire in his stomach, his breathing growing labored at the coil of pleasure winding tight in his gut.
He felt himself growing close, his hips starting to thrust up into his hand as the pleasure built. The sounds falling from his lips were almost definitely loud enough to be heard from the other tents, but Laurens couldn’t find it in himself to care.
With a muffled scream, Laurens came, his hips stilling in the air as his cum shot out, landing on his sheets. His mind flooded with thoughts and images of Charles as his pleasure peaked.
He collapsed onto his pillow as he rode out the final waves of his orgasm, and fell asleep soon after, too tired to care about the stain he’d have to clean up in the morning.
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