Thanks, Stephen

A Greatful Thanks to ED for all his help on this chapter.
                                         Chapter Two

      Johnny Kingston stood over the wounded body of his best friend, Billy
Freemont. The men of his regiment looked and wondered why he was weeping
over the body of a Yankee when he was in the Grand Confederate Army of the
Mississippi. His comrades did not or could not understand the bond between
the two people; they were best friends and lovers once, but now on two
different sides of a bloody war.

      Johnny flagged a driver to bring a wagon over, then carefully loaded
the body of his best friend and climbed up front with the driver. The two
bays started off and were soon in a trot, headed for the brick house that
served as a Confederate Hospital.

      Billy was in severe pain. The bullet had hit him in the upper chest
and would be fatal if not treated soon.

      The wagon soon turned onto the brick streets of Vicksburg and arrived
at the hospital; two aides quickly but carefully unloaded Billy and carried
him inside and placed him on a cot. Soon the surgeon walked over and made a
careful examination of the wound, then shook his head. "The wound is fatal,
and another fine lad lost to a senseless war."

      Johnny wanted to cry so he walked outside as the sun was sinking
behind a bank of clouds and aides lit the lamps along the walk.

      Billy broke from his unconsciousness caused by a dose of morphine that
the doctors had given him to ease the pain. Johnny reached over and grabbed
his friend's hand and they began to talk about their youth and the day they
met. The doctor walked in and explained to Johnny about Billy's wound and
the impossibility of removing the bullet; it had lodged so close to the heart
that operating would prove unsuccessful due to the confined space. A nurse
carefully cleaned and bandaged the wound and then quietly left, returning
with the Reverend Carlisle. He said a short prayer and offered his blessings,
then they walked out, leaving Billy and Johnny alone. Where was Adam when
you needed him the most?

      Johnny sat in the hard chair, thinking of his friends on the front
lines and how many more would die before the conflict was over; already the
war had lasted longer than everyone had predicted. It seemed like ages had
passed since that April 12th, 1861 when the infant Confederacy fired her guns
in anger at Fort Sumter in Charleston harbor. He remembered the speeches from
the courthouse, calling it the beginning of the Second American Revolution.
Now, a year later, the fire-eaters had their war but would they win it? As
if to answer that question, the guns on Fort Hill sounded their fearful
thunder and whistling shells at the unseen enemy across the river. There
never was a lull in the shelling, it seemed, and all prayed for victory
and its coming. Vicksburg was still strong in 1862 and the enemy faced a
deadly fact: the navy could not take the city and on all other quarters,
there were hills and hollows and swamps. How can you march through land like
that? The boys in blue all longed for home and could not understand why
anyone would want to live in a place like this and dubbed it Hell's Crossing.
The general was a fool, Lincoln insane, but they continued to march and march
closer to fortress Vicksburg as the Union Army marched in the swamps of
Louisiana. The defenders of Vicksburg waited and watched and prayed.
Vicksburg still held when New Orleans had fallen earlier in the year, the last
stronghold on the Mississippi River. If she fell, all was lost.

      Johnny did not even want to think about all of that right now. Soon he
drifted off into a deep trance and once again was lost in his own world.
Every minute he sat there beside Billy, his best friend and soul mate was
dying slowly and painfully. He looked over at Billy, lying there on the cot
with his left side covered in cotton bandages while the right was uncovered.
He was a beautiful boy, twenty-one years old. Johnny searched his soul for
the memories of the day he turned a man, eighteen on July 15th, 1858.

What a joyous day that was and what a party it was at the plantation
house that night. The night could not have been better. Lanterns were strung
from the entrance drive all the way to the main house, torches lighted the
lawns and the gardens. Strings of wooden carriages and horsemen lined up at
the front door. No one could remember the Holloman plantation in such a
gay mood before. Friends near and far had traveled to Yazoo County for the
event; classmates from Washington College in Natchez came up. Neighbors
came over for the festivities. There could have not been a better time to be
eighteen and living in the South. A full moon was shining, casting the world
in a soft glow outside of the torches' and lanterns' range, and light wind
blew from the south off the Big Black River and you could faintly hear the
black hands singing their songs on the wharf as they unloaded the whiskey and
beer and wines for the party and ice shipped from up north just for the grand
occasion. Johnny and Billy both felt like they were in a dream world and
both of them felt like kings. Dixie could be heard playing faintly from a
piano inside the house. The song was a new rage since a man in New York
City had written it a few months before. As the soft notes drifted from the
high open windows and candlelight danced in the darkness around, Billy and
Johnny slowly walked and talked.

      They had met a few weeks ago in Natchez at King's Tavern right before
Johnny graduated from Washington College. The dining area of the tavern was
crowded with people; men lined the bar, shouting for drinks, women sold their
bodies to anyone who wanted to take a chance with them. Crooked cardsharps
sitting at felt-covered tables stole innocent people's money or took it on the
roulette wheel. It did not matter how they got it. Young lads ran around the
room, bringing food and drink to the people waiting at tables, and full-
bosomed women passed out drinks to the men who wanted more than just a stout
whiskey or rum. Johnny was sitting at a corner table, watching all the
activity, dressed in a light blue cadet's uniform of the Jefferson College
guards. He was young, handsome. Johnny was about 5 foot 9 inches, 156 pounds,
and well tanned from helping his father on the plantation. His blonde-brown
hair was nicely trimmed and his hazel eyes sparkled when he was excited or
could be dark as night when he wanted them to. Everyone wanted him or so it
seemed. The women continued to bug him and young lads tried to charm him.
He was thinking to himself, 'so much for the moral values bestowed by the
preachers from the pulpits of the churches above the hill'. He was lost in
his own thoughts, 'what would father think, the strong man head of the
house, if he was to bring home a lover from this gem of a southern city'.
He was tired of fooling around with high-class girls who did nothing for
him but to frustrate him. But he would continue to play the game because
he would not tarnish the family. He could imagine it in his mind: word
would spread like wildfire back home in Yazoo County. The mighty Kingston
family had a dark secret, that John Sr.'s son was a boy lover. He could hear the
whispers from the old women, the rough men of the area, and there would be
no peace, so he would continue his game and play with the girls and dream
of the wonderful lads inside this den of hell that he loved.

      Suddenly he was brought out of his deep thoughts by a soft voice, not
really of a man but more like an angel. He looked up and here, standing
before him, was a blonde-haired lad of 17, standing in front of his table,
asking if he could sit down and join him. "Why, certainly, sir, please be
seated."

      "Thank you, sir" Johnny extended his hand and introduced himself to
the blonde stranger, "I am Johnny Kingston." The stranger took his hand, "I
am Billy Freemont of Baltimore, a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kingston." "It
is my pleasure, Mr. Freemont," replied Johnny. "May I buy you a drink, Mr.
Freemont?"

      "Call me Billy, and you may, sir." Johnny smiled and called one of
the lads over and ordered a bottle of Kentucky Star Brandy. Johnny asked
Billy, "What are you doing in Mississippi?"

      Billy replied, "I am traveling. My father wanted me to see the
Southern States, and I must say it is quite different from Baltimore."
Johnny laughed, "Well, it is, for sure." The lad came back over with the
bottle and two glasses and placed them on the table. Johnny tossed the
lad a gold coin.

      "Thank ya, Mr." Johnny could not help look at the lad's firm butt in
the worn trousers he wore and smiled slightly. Billy noticed it too.

      "Cute lad, ain't he?" and chuckled.
      Johnny was taken aback for a moment and replied, "Yes he is. I
learned from the barkeep that he is a street kid. I'd hate to see how he
lives". Billy looked and said, "Me too, my friend, me too."

      The two gentlemen decided to order a lunch and sit and talk for a
while. The sun was blazing outside and the temperature was hovering in the
90s, too hot for man or beast.  Johnny knew that the slaves were outside,
plowing cotton and corn in the fields, and roustabouts were loading cotton
onto the steamboats bound for New Orleans or north to the textile mills of
New England. Johnny and Billy waited until the young lad returned with
their food and he placed it on the rough table, moving the unlit candles
out of the way. The boy sat tin plates piled high with fried chicken,
mashed potatoes, and cornbread. " Not too bad for twenty-five cents, huh,
Billy?" Johnny said. "Not too bad at all, Johnny" "Will there be anything
else, sirs?" asked the lad.

      Johnny winked at Billy and he smiled slightly. "Why, yes, please sit
down and join us." The lad smiled and whispered that he would love to but
the barkeep 'would want to be paid for my idle time sitting here, if you
know what I mean'. Johnny knew old South business and so he walked over to
the bar and tossed 3 gold coins on the bar and said, "This is for the lad's
time. He will keeping me and my friend company while we enjoy our dinner."

      "Very well, sir," replied the barkeep and placed the coins in his
pocket. "Sir," the barkeep said, "you can have him for the rest of the day
if he does not rob you blind in the bargain." Johnny thanked him and
returned to the table. The lad was getting up to return to the bar in case
someone else needed him, and Johnny placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sit
back down, you're paid for the rest of the day to keep us company." The lad
beamed, "Really? Thank you, sir."

What is your name, lad?" Johnny asked.

      "Adam Ross, sirs". Adam Ross stood about 5'4", 125 pounds, age
fifteen, his flaming red hair of Irish quality, and dark green eyes. "Ok,
Adam, this is Billy, and I am Johnny".

      "Nice to meet you, sirs." Adam said and sat down across from Johnny
and Billy. Johnny poured three glasses of brandy and passed them around
the table, Adam sipped his drink and watched as Johnny and Billy ate their
lunch before it got any colder and tougher. Adam could not help but to look
and admire the two young gentlemen; both were handsome, Johnny with his
blonde-brown hair and sparkling hazel eyes, and Billy with his black hair
and blue eyes and slightly pale milk-colored skin. Adam knew that Billy was
from the North. Along with the accent, there was the way he acted, proper
and erect, like he was a little better than the people around him and he
had no peers except one, and that was Johnny. The two teens finished the
meal and downed 2 more glasses of brandy. Adam continued to wonder why the
two teens had asked him to join them; usually the customers did not want
him until late at night for sexual favors. The river rats would pay him a
couple of pennies to satisfy their sexual urges. Some were nice and others
rougher than hell on his body. Adam's 15 year old body had seen its share
of abuse and he had one mark that would never leave because the river rat
who gave it to him made sure he would not forget it anytime soon. The river
rat had raped his ass for all it was worth and then right before Adam passed
out, the old man rolled him over on his back, grabbed a thin loop of gold
and took a needle and pierced his left nipple with it and inserted the gold
ring. The river rat then poured cheap whiskey on it to kill the infection.
Adam screamed and then passed out from the pain of the needle. When he awoke
the next morning, he was lying in an alley, naked and with the gold ring in
his nipple firmly planted of what happened the night before. Some men
enjoyed beating him, pinching him all over, and forcing themselves on his
body, beating his ass until it was red and bruised. Or holding his cock and
balls and tying them with rope so he could not cum until they wanted him to
shoot. Now he wondered about Billy and Johnny. What did they want him for?
But at the same time, he wanted them. He glanced over at them as they
finished lighting cigars and putting out the matches in their plates.

      Johnny suggested that the three of them go for a walk along the
bottom of the hill in the district called Natchez under the Hill, the rough,
rowdy riverfront. Natchez's high society people did not come to this area
unless it was planters to check on shipments arriving by steamer. The area
was known all over the South as 'hell on the river', 2nd only to New Orleans
and Vicksburg. Shimmering black bodies unloaded cotton from steamers or
loaded it, whichever was needed, or other goods coming in from the North or
South. At the moment there were twelve steamboats at the wharf and several
flatboats of different sizes. Laborers sang their work songs to keep in time
with the others as goods passed hand to hand to waiting wagons or from wagons
to the decks of the steamers. Billy had never seen such a sight before now
and was amazed by it. The three walked along the brick street to the bottom
of the hill and started up into the town of old houses and rich lawns of the
rich people, the cream of the crop, to hear some say it. The three lads drew
some attention from the finely dressed ladies and the gentlemen planters of
the high society. They looked at Johnny and smiled when they saw the uniform
of their home school of refinement and nodded to Billy, at his broadcloth suit
and bow tie, and smirked at Adam in his raggy clothes. They figured he was
their servant for the day. So most just nodded and continued on their way.

      They turned onto Broad Street and walked to the front of Marx's store
that carried everything from guns to clothing. The three boys walked in and
the clerk asked how could he help them and Johnny asked about clothing for
Adam. Adam tried not to show shock but all the same he wondered about this
newfound friend of his. The clerk sized Adam up and walked to the back of
the storeroom and brought forth some shirts and pants, along with socks and
the proper summer underclothing. "Three pairs each should do," said Johnny,
and the clerk wrapped the clothing and Johnny paid for it. The three boys
once again walked out into the summer sun and started walking farther into
the city itself. The tree-lined streets offered some shade but not much,
and the carriages and wagons churned the brick streets, the steady clop-clop
of the horses' hooves on brick. The bell in St. Mary's church rang in the
hour of 1 PM. with a crisp ring of the old bell. Finally Billy broke the
silence and asked where was a good place to stay for the night in the city
and Johnny said, "The Red Star Hotel on South Street is one of the best in
town. But the question brought a question to his mind, how long had Billy
been in town. So he asked Billy, "How long you been in town since you're
still wondering about a place to sleep?"

      "Oh, since 7 am this morning. I came in on the Steamer Republic out
of New Orleans."

      "Ah, no wonder for the expression on your face," and Johnny chuckled.
Adam was still lost in his own wonderment of the two older teens. Here he
was, walking behind two handsome lads, both of stature and wealth, and he
was just a street kid, of all amazing things. and Johnny had spent more
money on him than his father ever did, the sorry drunken bastard. Adam
never knew his mother; she ran off with a steamboat captain when he was
barely able to walk. Adam was brought out of his little world by Johnny's
soft voice. "Adam, are you still among us humble folks on earth or are you
among the clouds where golden boys like you belong?"

      "Oh, sorry," Adam said, "I was just dreaming, I guess."

      Johnny chuckled and placed his arm around Adam's shoulders. "Well
then, I guess I better hold you up so you will not fall from your grace
while you dream."

      Billy laughed and said, "Well, for three people to meet in a hell on
earth tavern, looks like we are getting along fine." They walked along the
brick streets of the old Southern City till they came to the station area
of Mississippi's first experiment with a fad called railroad locomotion.
Billy looked amazed, "A railroad, huh?" and laughed aloud.

      Adam just looked and said, "Do they have these in the North, sir?"

      Billy smiled, "All over, my lad."

      Adam looked amazed, "Wow", and shook his head in disbelief.

      Billy slapped Adam on the back. "And another thing, young man. Enough
with the sir shit, Ok?"

      "Ok, Billy."

"Much better, Adam, we're all friends here, right?" and everybody
replied, "Yes, we are." The three friends followed the tracks till they
came upon the station grounds, and sitting on the track was a small
locomotive that really did not look at all like anything on earth. The
locomotive was a small four-wheeled beast with a vertical boiler and
smokestack with pistons connecting the driving wheels. The little
locomotive was painted black and on the side of the engineer's platform
was the name Mississippi in gold leaf, and a small 4-wheel flatcar with
water barrels and stacked cords of firewood. Johnny suggested that they
take an excursion into the country on the little train and they all agreed
it would be a fine adventure for the three hearty souls. They walked to
the ticket area of the station building and bought three one-way tickets
to Washington, six miles from Natchez and the end of the line for the
time being. The three tickets cost fifty-four cents. Adam just wondered
what he was going to have to do to repay for all of this money being
spent on him. The three lads boarded the small passenger car which was a
basic flatcar with wooden benches mounted across it and roof mounted on
timbers above them in case of rain. The little train also consisted of
several other cars, mostly flatcars with track building materials, a
couple of boxcars full of everyday goods for the stores and a carload of
whiskey. The little passenger car was the last car on the train and soon
the master of the train called "all aboard". The locomotive gave a blast
of the steam whistle and the couplings clanged tight and soon they were
moving out of the city at a slow but steady pace of 5 mph. The boys had
the little car all to themselves and it was quite nice. They could talk,
not have to worry about busy ears on other people. The track was rough
and cheaply made; the rails were wood with iron straps laid on top and
held in place by nails driven through holes in the iron. The train rocked
along the track and the swaying motion had Adam kinda scared. He had
never been on anything like this before. Johnny saw this and laid his arm
on the boy's shoulders.

      "It is Ok, Adam, nothing to worry about." Billy was sitting on the
other side of Adam and laid his free hand on the boy's shoulder too and
smiled at him and Johnny. Adam still did not know what to think or expect
from these two gentlemen. Never in his life had anyone treated him like
this before.

      "So, Adam, what do you do for the barkeep at the tavern besides
bringing tired travelers drinks and food?" asked Johnny.

      Adam looked down at his feet. "Well, I serve the men later at night
with sexual favors; they pay the old man for my body and then they use me
for whatever they please, no matter what they want or how rough they use
mybody." Tears began to form in Adam's eyes as he spoke.

      Billy shook his head. "And do you get any kind of reward for this
service?" "No, Sir, I don't. I get a small room out back and food from the
barkeep and his wife and that is it."

      Billy looked at Johnny and saw the hurt in his eyes. Billy remarked,
"That is no way someone should be treated, no matter where they are at."

      "No, it is not," "Johnny said.

      "Well, it is better than living on the streets, sirs," replied Adam.

      The train continued on its lazy journey through the hills of
Mississippi and the lads became closer friends, with Adam doing most of
the talking about his life. Adam did not realize his life was about to
change forever. As they talked, Johnny and Billy learned about the river
rat that pierced Adam's nipple and that brought about both older boys
wanting to see it. Adam without hesitation unbuttoned and opened his shirt
and showed the boys his piercing. Johnny and Billy both ran their hands
over the nipple and gold ring and both were surprised there were no scars,
just a nice neat hole with the gold ring. Adam now thought, 'Ok, now they
will not want me around them because of what I do to make ends meet'. So
he got ready to re button his shirt and Johnny stopped him. "Leave it off,
you need a little tan on that milk-pale skin of yours" and smiled. Adam
sighed from relief that they did not condemn him for what he was, a street
tramp. Johnny once again placed his arm around Adam's shoulders and smiled
at the warmth of the smooth skin beneath his fingers and began to grow hard
in his trousers. Billy glanced over and noticed the bulge forming in
Johnny's trousers and thought to himself that his sixth sense was right
again. Two wonderful companions, both more wonderful than he had ever met
before. The train continued to rock and sway over the track and soon came
to a bridge that was high above a little stream. The train slowed down with
a jerk and clang of pins and rough jar of the cars coming together. Adam was
thrown forward and Johnny grabbed him.

      "Whoa, there, you're not going anywhere," and held him until they
crossed the bridge and the train once again picked up speed. The wooden
mile markers said they were 2 miles from Washington. 'Boy, how time flies
when you're surrounded by handsome lads and wonderment,' thought Adam. He
did not want it to end; he felt safe for once ever since his mother ran
off with the Steamboat captain. 'Damn her too,' thought Adam. But the evil
thoughts about his parents soon faded. How could he be mad when he was
dazed by the friendship of these two wonderful souls and the warmth and
comfort of that wonderful hand on his bare skin. Adam had seen the bulge
in Johnny's pants also and smiled. He would give Johnny his body freely.
For once in his life, he would give something up without being forced to
do so. Just maybe there was a God and he was smiling down on him for once.

      The train pulled into the small depot at Washington and Johnny looked
over at Adam who had leaned against him and fallen asleep with a smile on
his wonderful face. Johnny nudged Billy and he smiled too when he saw the
sleeping lad with the smile on his pink lips. Johnny looked at Billy.

      "He is not going back to that bastard inn keeper. I am going to take
him home to Yazoo County and raise him as a brother."

      Billy smiled, "Good thing for you and him. He needs someone like you.
I could not bear the thought of returning home and thinking he is on the
street with some drunk river man doing whatever he pleases with Adam. I
could not bear it. Every time I would see my little brother Jamey, I would
think of Adam."

      Johnny woke Adam and helped him to pull his shirt back on and button
it before anyone saw him and started to stare at him. It was 3 PM. The
three boys deboarded the train and walked up to the station. They saw that
the train would not leave until 7 AM the next morning. " Shit," thought
Adam. He looked at Johnny.

      "What I am I going to do? The barkeep will tan my ass if I am not
back tonight." "Not to worry, you're not going back to that bastard ever,
Adam."

      Adam looked at Johnny, "What?"

      "You're coming home with me. In two days I graduate from Washington
College on Saturday."

      Adam looked puzzled and happy at the same time but asked, "This is a
joke, right?"

      "No, Adam, no joke. You're coming home to Holloman house and you're
my little brother, Ok?"

      Adam jumped for joy and hugged Johnny and then Billy. "This is my
happiest day ever."

      Billy asked to be excused for a moment and walked over to the little
depot and asked the station agent if he could send a message to Natchez to
the wharf to hold his bags until he returned the next day. The agent took
a form and Billy wrote the note and paid a nickel to have it sent. Billy
walked back over to join his new friends and saw Adam crying happy tears.
Billy told them about the message and Johnny suggested they walk over to
the Walker house and get a room for the night. So they walked down the
dirt street to the little wood hotel and the clerk gave them his last room
on the second floor. They walked in to find one bed, a night stand, a wash
bowl, and a pitcher of water. They left Adam's new clothes and walked over
to Washington College. Johnny showed them the grounds and introduced them
to friends and classmates, then walked to his dorm room in a rambling
brick building that was cool compared to the heat outside. Johnny walked
over to his trunk and unlocked it and removed several suits of clothing,
another suit that was about Billy's size, and a pale blue cadet's uniform.
"There, that way we do not go back into Natchez tomorrow looking like bums."

      They all laughed and walked back outside to the parade grounds.
Groups of cadets were standing around a cannon, listening to the drillmaster
on how to load and fire it. Adam watched in amazement as the boys dressed
in blue loaded and prepared to fire the piece. Soon the drillmaster shouted
'fire' and there was a loud boom and a cloud of smoke and the gun rolled
back a few feet."Wow," Adam said, "that is amazing." Johnny just looked at
him and they continued to walk.
      "That is a freshman team getting ready for the Graduation."
      "They look so young."
      Johnny smiled, "Well, yes, they are not much older than you. Most are
14 to 16 years old."
      "I will be 16 in three days. Looks like there are going to be two
reasons to celebrate," said Adam.

      They looked at Johnny. "That's right," said Billy, "two things to
celebrate. Boy, what a party." The three boys laughed and walked back out
onto the dusty street, headed back to Walker House. They were passed by
wagons loaded with cotton from the inland plantations; crates of chickens
and pigs were also among the goods headed to the city and the market.
They opened the door to Walker House and entered the dining area and sat
down. A young lady walked over and took their order for supper and brought
them glasses of spring water. There was no hard spirits in Walker House.
Soon the young lady walked back over, carrying the trays of food. She
carefully sat the roast mutton, fried ham, biscuits, gravy, and fresh
field peas on the table. Johnny thanked her and gave her a silver coin.

      Adam looked and thought to himself, 'I see who Johnny tips the best,
me.' He thought 'me' and smiled. They ate their meal and talked about a
little of everything from politics to the upcoming graduation on Saturday,
Adam just sitting back enjoying the first meal he had ever eaten off of
real china plates and not tin ones like at King's Tavern. Soon the
wonderful meal was over and the boys retired to their room for the night,
the wall clock struck 7 PM, and the small boarding house grew quiet. Adam
could not believe it. At King's Tavern 7PM everything was just getting
started good. Adam also knew that the river rats would soon want his body
also. Not tonight, though, and it felt good not to be running around
waiting on tables and having dirty old men trying to play with his ass all
night.

      Johnny unlocked the door to their room and laid his hat and things
on the nightstand. Billy did same with his pocket book and gold pocket
watch. Johnny had a quick uneasiness about what the bar keep had told him,
then dismissed it. Johnny sat down on the bed and removed his heavy boots
and his top shirt so he was just in his trousers and woolen undershirt.
Adam glimpsed at the well-formed muscles just under the heavy woolen
garment and hoped that Johnny would pull it off too. As if to read Adam's
mind, Johnny did and lay back on the bed. Billy was hunting around in his
pockets for a cigar and found he was out.

      "Johnny, Adam, I am going to walk down the street to the saloon to
buy some cigars and check out the scene. Do y'all want to come with me?"

      "No, thanks, Billy, I am going to lie here and relax. Adam might
would like to join you," said Johnny.

      Billy looked over at Adam who was standing in his bare feet and
asked, "Do you want to join me?"

      "No, thanks, Billy, I am away from a tavern for once and I would
like to enjoy the peacefulness of the night for once."

      "Ok," and Billy walked out of the door, heading downstairs to the
street.

      Adam lit the tallow candles on the dresser and on the night-stand.
"Why are you lighting candles, Adam?"

      "Umm, well, so I could look at you shirtless." Adam blushed "You're
the only man I have wanted to see on my own in a long time. You know, not
being forced to do anything but something I wanted to do on my on free
will." Adam slowly pulled his tattered shirt off and his trousers. Johnny
felt himself grow hard at seeing the smooth hairless back but was not ready
when Adam pulled off his trousers. He expected to see woolen underwear. But
instead his eyes were feasted to pale smooth skin of Adam's firm flawless
butt. Johnny gasped slightly and felt his dick grow harder inside his
woolen drawers. Adam unshamefuly stood up and walked over to the bed lay
down beside Johnny.

      Adam slowly lay down and for once felt secure. He leaned over and
kissed Johnny on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you for today. Thank you
for everything you have done for me. I feel whole again." Johnny pulled
Adam close to him and held the weeping boy in his arms. His hard dick
slowly went limp as his sexual desires were replaced by love and the
warmth of Adam's words. Johnny stood and removed his woolen underclothes
and slipped both of them under the covers of the big bed. Once again
Johnny wrapped his arms around the boy who captured his heart and wondered
where Billy was, for he too had a place in Johnny's heart. In all eighteen
years of his of his life, never had he felt this much warmth from being
so close to someone. They drifted off into a peaceful sleep, but Billy
walking through the door of the room soon awaked Johnny.

      "Damned bastards!" Billy remarked but Johnny quieted him down and
pointed to the bed and where Adam was sleeping peacefully. Billy smiled
and quietly shut the door and locked it. Johnny slipped out of bed and
walked over to his friend and asked him what was wrong. "Nothing really,
just that they tried to overcharge me for cigars, and a damned street kid
tried to rob my pocket at the same time." Johnny pointed to Adam, "Another
street kid, huh?" "Aw hell, Johnny, nothing like Adam. He was older than
Adam and a lot rougher. There is no kid left in him; also he was blacker
than midnight when the moon is not shining." Johnny laughed at this.

      "Not your type, huh?" and chuckled again.

      "Aw, shut your lip." Billy then noticed that Johnny was naked. "When
did proper Southern boys sleep nude in the company of other men and boys?"

      "When we damned well please and I noticed that you do not seem to
mind one bit." They looked over to the bed and saw Adam moving a little in
his sleep and the covers slipped down a little, revealing his wonderful
bare ass. They both moaned a little and then smiled at each other like 'Ok,
never mind that last thought on sleeping nude with other boys' and laughed
together.

      Billy began to strip naked and Johnny watched. Billy removed both his
jacket and shirt and pulled off his boots and dropped his trousers, standing
just in his underclothes. Johnny moved closer to the black haired lad and
stood there in the moonlight, admiring the sight before him. Billy glanced
up and smiled. "See something you like in this corner of the room?"

      "Why, yes, I do, and he is 5'9" or so, with raven black hair and
sparkling eyes that keep wandering over every inch of my bare skin." They
laughed and Billy peeled off his undershirt, revealing a well-formed smooth
chest with brown nipples. Then he slowly pulled down his underwear,
revealing what Johnny's eyes were wondering about all day. Billy's cock was
about 5 inches soft and uncut and pure eye candy, his heavy balls lay in
their sack, lightly covered in black hair. All the while Billy was admiring
Johnny's body, smooth muscles in his chest running down to a tight washboard
stomach with just light trails of blonde hair leading to the family jewels.
Johnny's cock was semi-erect and the head was beginning to slip out of the
sheath of foreskin, his heavy balls swung in their blonde covered sack, just
wanting to be licked for all they were worth, thought Billy. Billy wanted to
do more than just think, he wanted to put his thoughts into action. Johnny
grabbed Billy by the waist and pulled him close to him and kissed him
passionately on the lips. Johnny slipped his hand down and rubbed Billy's
cock and it soon grew hard, standing out from his body like a ramrod. They
kissed again, longer and stronger, letting each of their tongues explore
each other's mouth. Soon they broke apart and, with their sexual passions
raging, decided they better take care of those urges before trying to sleep.
Johnny began to kiss Billy's neck, then slowly licked down it to the firm
chest and across to the perfect nipples, sucking each one into his mouth,
teasing the buds with his tongue as he nipped them, biting them lightly,
then licking slowly down Billy's stomach to his belly button. Billy was
moaning, holding onto the back of Johnny's head. Johnny slipped lower onto
his knees and licked the tip of Billy's hard cock, flicking his tongue over
the slit and under the foreskin covering the head. Johnny slid the skin
back using his tongue as Billy moaned in pleasure. Johnny slipped his hands
around Billy's waist and grabbed the mounds of his lighty hairy butt,
kneading them as he sucked on Billy's rod, licking and sucking the hard
member. Billy did not know how much longer he could hold out. Soon Johnny
felt Billy tense and his mouth was flooded by Billy's cum as it gushed out
of the slit. Johnny swallowed the load. Johnny stood and kissed Billy,
letting their flavors mix. They pulled apart and walked over to the bed and
the sleeping golden boy. They slipped into bed, each on a different side of
Adam. Once Adam felt Johnny, he rolled over and curled next to him, laying
his head on Johnny's chest, and Billy wrapped his arms around both of them.
Billy felt the warmth and smoothness of Adam's young body and soon his hard
cock was resting in the cleft of Adam's ass. Soon all three boys were
sleeping peacefully especially, the one in the middle.