Be A Man

 

Jarrod stared down at the bloody sabre in his hands and then at the man whose blood was streaked across it.  Jarrod’s horse had been shot out from under him and this time the young man was able to get himself clear.  His adversary had lunged at him and Jarrod managed to pull his cavalry sword just in time.  The fallen Confederate soldier grabbed at the bowels spilling out of his belly, gasped and then was still. 

Jarrod suddenly felt sick.  He stumbled over to a clump of nearby bushes and retched violently.  A hand on his shoulder made him jump.

“Easy, Barkley, it’ll be okay.  It hits everyone like this their first time.”  Jarrod looked into the eyes of one of the company’s lieutenants, nodded and then turned to heave again.  His comrade crouched down behind him and gripped his shoulders reassuringly, offering him a drink from his canteen when Jarrod had nothing left.

“C’mon,” Lt. Brantford said, “let’s get you away a little.”  He guided Jarrod a few yards away from the carnage, sat him down at the base of a large tree and knelt beside him.  Jarrod was shivering and the other man placed a comforting arm around his shoulders. Josh Brantford was a very attractive man and Jarrod had fantasized about being close to him several times, but he certainly wasn’t going to make his interest known.  However, he couldn’t resist leaning closer into his touch.  That was when he felt the lieutenant caress his chest.

“I can make you feel a lot better if you want me to,” he breathed into Jarrod’s ear.  Jarrod looked up, startled to find blatant lust in the other man’s eyes but he did want him to and didn’t pull away.  Josh evidently took that as consent as he started unbuttoning Jarrod’s pants.  “Have you even been with another man?”  Jarrod nodded wordlessly and Josh smiled.  “Good.”

Without any other preamble, he pulled Jarrod’s pants off his hips and flipped him over so he was face down on the ground.  He didn’t take the time to take off the rest of Jarrod’s clothing and Jarrod suddenly felt an agonizing pain as Josh rammed his cock into Jarrod’s ass without any preparation.  Jarrod whimpered under the onslaught, but Josh started twisting his hips in such as way as his pounding continued that Jarrod once again felt the searing flashes of pleasure when Josh’s cock hit that one spot inside.  The sex was rough and brutal, nothing like the passionate lovemaking he’d experienced with Jack, but the pleasure continued to mount in Jarrod’s groin and through his body in spite of the pain until he came in a shuddering wave, the pulses of his climax ripping through him as Josh continued to fuck him ruthlessly.  Then the other man moaned and stabbed into him even harder before he collapsed across Jarrod’s back.

“God, that was good,” he groaned.  “You are one hell of a ride, Barkley.  I hope you’ll be up for more of that.”

Jarrod wasn’t sure.  The rush was exhilarating, but…  “What if the other men find out?”

Josh gave a throaty chuckle as he refastened his pants.  “And have them want a piece of that fine ass of yours?  I’m keeping you all for myself.”  He grabbed Jarrod’s arm warmly.  “We’d better get back.”

Jarrod pulled up his own pants and followed more slowly.  Josh’s harsh treatment had left him incredibly sore, but the intensity of the orgasm the rough sex had given him was intoxicating.  The brutality matched that of the conflict they were in, but it was designed to give pleasure, not bring death, and Jarrod found himself yearning for the opportunity to have it to happen again.