You’ve heard of the Midnight Ride made by Paul Revere and his comrades that fateful night of April 18 1775 warning everyone of the British Regulars marching from Boston intent of seizing the arms and munitions stored at Concord resulting in the Shot Heard around the World the following morning on Lexington’s Green. Now let me tell you the background to what really happened that night.
I was young man, about nineteen and the youngest officer of a company of Royal Dragoons sent over to keep the peace when I met Peter. He lived in the outskirts of Boston in the Massachusetts Colony during a time that unrest between the colony and the mother country was beginning to heat up. The more corrupt ministers in Parliament were always looking for ways to demean His Majesty’s loyal subjects through taxation or other hurtful regulations that would make life more difficult thinking such acts would make them more subjective to their whims. Being a young officer, my father an aristocrat and a member of Parliament he was able to purchase my rank saying it would make me a better man.
Under the Quartering Act, I was given a billet in Peter’s family home. It was a delicate arrangement as his father was a stern figure and merchant whom owned a moderate estate with sufficient servants to meet the needs of his family and lifestyle. I was an officer in His Majesty’s Regulars which often caused tense discussions over the political situation in which the colonies demanded equal representation in Parliament. Over time, I think I had been there around two years, I had begun to be swayed by the arguments.
Early on I had befriended Peter whom was close in age as myself. He was a handsome young man with dark blonde hair and green eyes. When not with my fellow officers or patrolling the region I would often spend time with him. It was Peter’s passion for life and liberty that eventually began to sway my political ideas even though I remained a loyal officer to the Crown, or was it his unprecedented good looks.
I believe it was the summer of 1774 that I had chosen to go for a ride. I had chosen not to wear my uniform as I was not on duty, but more because I was getting the feeling of hostility toward His Majesty’s soldiers in the region and a lone British soldier, let alone an officer might draw too much unwanted attention. I procured Peter’s companionship for the day, something I had longed for since we had met. As it turned out his father asked if I had any objections if while upon our excursion if a few detours for Peter to check on his various holdings could be fitted in which I was more than willing as long as I was Peter.
We had packed a light lunch in our saddle bags as we determined we would be away the majority of the day and into the night. As it turned out it was unnecessary as Peter ensured we partook a meal and some ale at one of the many taverns. The sun had reached scorching temperatures by late afternoon and we had stopped in at several small tenant farms belonging to Peter’s father. I had seen the plight more closely than I could have in uniform as Peter always introduced me as a close friend or visiting relation from abroad never revealing I was a Kings-man which usually eased their suspicions.
We came upon a small mill pond that was shit down for the day and decided to try our hand at fishing. Peter soon had fashioned fishing poles from a tree sapling and produced finishing line and hooks from his kit. “This pond has always had some good fishing and if we can always leave them with the old widow Jones up the road if we choose.” He said before continuing, “Her husband was carried away many years ago by a naval press gang when in Boston never to be heard from again, leaving her destitute with two small children and father always makes sure she is taken care of.”
Before long we had a rather bountiful string of fish, more than enough to sustain the widow he spoke of and keep some for ourselves. We had already taken off our boots and rolled up our trousers and let our feet soak in the cool water. Then without saying a word Peter looked at me and grinned. Before I knew it he had stripped his shirt and tossed it at me as he rose and slipped his trousers and under garments tossing them at me as well presenting me with the most pristine form of a Greek god before me. His dark blonde hair was highlighted by the sun behind him. His chest was covered in the same dark blonde hair and trailed to a point which thin formed a small line down to his pubes. Jutting out was a massive nine inch cock aiming right at me while a drop of precum glistened from its tip.
For what seemed an eternity I just sat there dumbfounded until I heard a voice saying “care to join me for a dip”. I just continued starring and almost as instinctively I reached up to his cock and opened my mouth as my tongue wanted to lick it. The next thing I remember was being helped to my feet as Peter took me by the arm as I leaned in and kissed his perfect lips before snapping back to reality. “I’m sooo sorry Peter I . . . “ stammered. “Shhhhhh, don’t be Jamie, I have been wanting this moment since you arrived at my father’s”. Needless to say I was stunned by his response, yet somehow I had the feeling he had been flirting with me for a long time and my aristocratic upbringing and sense of duty had kept me from seeing this.
Before I knew it I was stripped bare and kissing him passionately as our hands explored each other. His body was firm and perfect with a nice firm bubble butt. Peter’s tongue farted in and out between my lips as my hand found a nipple and began teasing it lightly at first then harder driving him wild. At the same time his hands were fondling my ass then slipped a finger between my ass cheeks making me squirm with anticipation.
I dropped to my knees kissing and nibbling my way down this magnificent specimen of a man. I took a nipple into my mouth as my hands gently stroked his throbbing manhood, gently rubbing the drop of precum as his cock seemed to grow even bigger in my hand. After servicing each nipple I traced the treasure trail down then swallowing his thick cock to the base with my nose buried deep into his pubes. Peter began to pump his hips as my hands played with his balls and ass. I could feel his balls begin to tighten and eased off before he could blow a load.
I rose to my feet and started kissing him again and soon he was mimicking every move I had made exploring his Adonis-like body. Feeling frisky I pushed Peter into the mill pond only to discover he couldn’t swim. Immediately upon realizing this I jumped in myself to discover the hard way that the water was only three feet deep and Peter was laughing at me in the waist deep water. Once I got to my feet again after splashing each other like a bunch of kids I seized Peter in my arms and and began spanking him as we kissed. I whispered “please fuck me Peter” a request that didn’t need repeating.
Peter lifted me up out of the water laying me on the bank of the pond as he lifted my legs over his shoulders. After teasing my cock some more he worked his tongue deep in my ass making me moan loudly begging him “please fuck me Peter!” Without missing a beat Peter rose up pushing my knees to my chest as he guided his throbbing cock into my thighs hole. I had never had anything so big in me before and the pain was excruciating at first as he inched his way in.
Soon the pain eased and Peter began a slow steady rhythm in and out of my hungry ass. I wanted more and more of this sensational man. As I reached down to my own cock Peter brushed my hands away holding them back against the ground close to my head as he continued to drive his meat into me as we both moaned in ecstasy. Just as I thought he was about to unload he would slow down and ease out till only the tip remained in me, leaning in to kiss me. Then with one quick move he was back inside pumping harder and faster. This he repeated several times in what felt like an eternity and my only complaint was “don’t ever stop!” A few minutes and my cock was exploding without even touching it. This sent him over the edge as Peter hot jizz emptied deep inside me and I could feel it leak from my ass as he continued to pump. As he slowed down he collapsed up me kissing me deeply and we soon fell asleep in each others arms.
A while later we woke up and cleaned up. By then the sun had set and my ass was extremely sensitive from the pounding I had received. We returned to his father’s home and acted as if nothing had happened. However his mother had noticed I was walking a bit funny and Peter jibbed saying that I had a nasty fall from the horse. Everyone seemed to laugh at the joke considering my experience as cavalry officer. Over the next few months and we’ll into winter Peter and I would make frequent “rides” together whenever my duties allowed.
The most memorable ride came in the early Spring of 1775. By the end of March I had resigned my commission much to my father’s disapproval and took up residence in the colony offering my services to the militia in order to be with Peter more often. The night of April 18 Peter and I had chosen to take a late night ride together. Unlike many of our rides in which we would find a secluded area to play, Peter had a new idea.
Peter stripped totally and removed the saddle from his horse. I followed suit but didn’t unsaddle my horse as instructed. Peter mounted and helped me up sitting in front of him. Peter’s surprise came when he slipped his cock inside me then had me settle back impaling me deeply. Then he gently nugged his horse to a slow walk. Each step the horse took drove his massive pole deeper in and out of my ass as he held me close kissing my neck as his hands tweaked my nipples. I don’t know how long we rode like that but after at least four loads we heard a galloping horse coming in our direction. The rider passed without noticing us naked riding double on horseback in the edge of the brush along the roadside.
After returning to my horse we fucked a while longer then dressed and rode for home, encountering a column of Regulars upon the road to Lexington and Concord just before dawn. As the poets say, “the rest is history”. But to Peter and I, our bareback fuck was the real Midnight Ride.
Very hot
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