meet me inside

part 1

"go home alexander. that's an orderfrom your commander" george washington commanded hamilton.

"but sir-" hamilton interjected

"go home!!"

hamilton's face was filled with shame.he walked downtown to walk down the street to go home. but it wasn'this home he was going to...

laurens was sitting on his couchfeverishly pollishing his pistol. he was startled by the knock at thedoor of his house. he walked to the door and he opened it up and hisheart skipped a beat when he saw hamiltons sleek muscular figuresilhouetted in his doorway in front of the setting sun.

"hi." said hamilton

laurens smiled, drawing attention tothose dimples that hamilton loved. "how'd it go with the oldwashmeister. was he mad about that duel?"

"yeah," replied hamilton, hisbrief reply dripping with a longing subtext "he kept calling me sonand i told him not to do that because i only have 1 daddy"

"but your father left u back in yourchildhood, alexander," replied laurens with a mock innocence

"haha" said hamilton "your mydaddy." laurens grinned even wider and let out a heavy sigh. hecould not contain his desire anymore. "that was cool of you to duelfor me" hamilton continued "lee is an asshole and when I see youwielded your gun like that i think its really hot and sexy."

"well i couldn't have asked for abetter second :)" replied laurens "want to come inside?"

"do i ever!" replied hamilton. hestepped in and laurens closed the door behind him. hamilton spottedthe pistol sitting on laurens's couch. "so there is the legendarygun. are you up for a little firing demonstration?"

"sure, just let me cock this badboy!" replied laurens. he walked over to the couch, held the gunfirmly in his hand, cocked it, and pointed it at the fireplace.suddenly...

"easy tiger!" hamiltoninterrupted. "i love your enthusiasm but that's not the gun i wastalking about..."

"what do you mean?" said laurens."this is the only one i have. there are no other-"

"shhhhhh." hamilton interruptedagain as he put a shushing finger to the naive laurens's quiveringlips. "don't say a word." hamilton forcefully pushed laurensagainst the wall, then began kissing him. hamilton was kissinglaurens's mouth, then his neck, then he slowly got lower and lower

eventually hamilton was on his knees,the coolness and texture of the floorboards in this house notunfamiliar to him. he teasingly played with laurens's belt buckle.hamilton looked up and saw that his friend's eyes were closed,anxiously awaiting his prize.

hamilton unhooked the belt, thenslowly pulled laurens's pantaloons down to his ankles, accepting histhrobbing member into his mouth. much like the pistol resting on thecouch, this gun was cocked and definitely been recently polished.

laurens moaned as hamilton went 2 townon his dick. the sensation was one that he spent his days awaiting,and knowing that it was forbidden made him desire it all the more.laurens recalled the burst of pure sexual arousal he felt earlierthat day when he shot charles lee. that rush of pulling the triggerand seeing his bullet enter the pink flesh of lee's torso. heconjured this image now as he was being serviced.

after several minutes of sensualbliss, hamilton, being the tomcat that he is, came to an abrupt stop.he knew that drove laurens wild. laurens opened his eyes and lookeddown, grabbing hamilton's hair and moving his face back to itsrightful position. hamilton grew more energetic in his performance,as he liked when laurens's forceful side came out.

just then, laurens caught sight of aportrait hanging on the opposite wall. it was a signed headshot ofhis buddy marquis de lafayette. the signature read "raise a glassto freedom! stay cool, j. xoxo – lafayette." the frenchman wasdressed glamorously, and the picture seemed to be staring intolaurens's soul.

"mm yeah... marquis..." laurensmoaned, now fantasizing about a certain french fox.

"mmmwhbthbt?" replied hamilton,every cubic inch of his mouth filled with laurens's luxurious cock.

"don't stop, slave" laurens toldhamilton, recalling the glorious threesome he had had with twonot-quite-consenting hung slaves during a recent visit to southcarolina for a meeting of abolitionists.

laurens's mind continued to wander. inhis imagination, he was sprawled out naked on a table at the tavern.hamilton's face was buried between laurens's legs, and laurens andlafayette were passionately frenching. as this was happening, laurensenjoyed a view of hercules mulligan violently pounding aaron burr ona nearby table. everything felt so good...

"fuck" said laurens, removing hiserect penis from hamilton's mouth and taking it into his own hands"i'm gonna cum." hamilton greedily lunged for the cock that hehad just lost possession of much like a baby having its binky evillyswiped.

"lauren's, do not throw away yourshot." said hamilton before he resumed deepthroting laurens, thistime with even more energy than before.

"unnnnhhhhh" moaned laurens,writhing in ecstasy. he felt the cum zooming toward the head of hiscock, and in a moment it was launching into hamilton's throat.

"kchkhkhkh" uttered hamilton,choking on laurens's exorbitant amount of semen. laurens kept a firmgrip on hamilton's head, however, preventing him from freeing himselfuntil he had guzzled every last drop.

when the climax had reached itsconclusion, laurens freed hamilton from his grasp, and the bastardorphan fell to the ground, gasping for breath. laurens wasn'tfinished with him yet, however. he eyed the gun lying on the couchacross the room, and a new idea popped into his head.

to be continued...