Date: Wed, 7 Apr 2004 12:42:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: The General-6

This is a story of erotic Gay fiction.  If you are a
minor or it is illegal to view this material in your
area, please go away.  If this sort of thing floats
your boat, read on and enjoy.

This story took place in a fantasy world free of
things like diseases; don't make love without a glove!

Thanks for the email, I really like the feedback,
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hope you continue to enjoy mine.

Dante-

The General-6


Springhill Cemetery, Easton, Maryland:
Jock didn't really know why he kept punishing himself
like this.  Eric was gone and wasn't coming back, it
wasn't his fault; but he still made the pilgrimage to
the cemetery every time he was nearby.  He had flown
into BWI and was due at the Pentagon in the morning,
but for this afternoon he would visit Eric's folks and
his grave.  Eric's Mom had suffered a stroke the year
after Eric died and now the Colonel cared for her and
looked older and frailer than ever.  Jock thought
about Dan, he was flying on to Atlanta in two days,
the month had passed finally.  They were to go on to
the coast south of Tallahassee, for a week.  They
hadn't seen each other since Dan left the base and
Jock was missing him pretty bad.  He parked the small
rental car and got out, the humid early fall air
feeling like a wet blanket compared to the dry desert
he was use to.  He straightened his hat and walked
across the freshly cut grass toward the shade of the
old magnolias that guarded the family enclosure where
Eric lay.

The shade was deep under the trees, and the low iron
fence that enclosed the dozen or so graves was well
tended.  There was the tombstone of the Civil War
general with it's union and confederate flags, the
tombstone of the WWII general that had the Emerson
quote, and finally Jock stood over the simple marble
stone, military issue that recorded Eric's life.  Once
again he felt the tears sting his eyes and his heart
constrict with pain for the old loss.  He placed his
hat on the tombstone, reached into his uniform coat
pocket and withdrew the seldom used beads his mother
had given him long ago.

"Holy Virgin Mary, Mother of God and Our Mother," His
whisper sounded through the old graves, "accept this
Holy Rosary which I offer you to show my love for you
and my firm confidence in your powerful intercession.
I offer it as an act of faith in the mysteries of the
Incarnation and the Redemption, as an act of
Thanksgiving to God for all His love for me and all
mankind, as an act of atonement for the sins of the
world, especially my own, and as an act of petition to
God through your intercession for all the needs of
God's people on earth, but especially for this earnest
request."  He remembered Eric as the young man he fell
in love with, the strong and compassionate man he
lived with and finally the human carnage that he had
seen in their bathroom.  "Oh Mother of God, comfort
his soul and let him rest in peace.  I beg you, dear
Mother of God, present my petition to Jesus, your Son.
I know that you want me to seek God's will in my
request. If what I ask for should not be God's will,
pray that I receive that which will be of greater
benefit for my soul. I put all my confidence in Thee."
 He paused and then quietly, "I believe in God the
Father..." His childhood memories of his mother came
back to him and for some reason a quiet peace
descended on him.  He remembered that awful day and
the days that followed; having to stand at this very
graveside outwardly devoid of emotion, while inwardly
his soul cried out in anguish and then the family
gathering latter when Eric's mother had all but
accused him of murder and the fight that ensued
between the Colonel and her.  Then the last time when
he had visited and the Colonel had told him that he
wasn't to blame and cursed the family heritage that
had driven Eric and finally the tragedy of his
mother's stroke and nearly vegetative state.  Mentally
he added the Colonel and Eric's mom to his lengthening
petition.   "Our Father who art in heaven..."  his
prayer came up to him from childhood and as he prayed
it felt like he was peeling back the layers of grief
he had wrapped around the memory of Eric.  "Hail Mary
full of Grace..." he looked down at the grave and
realized his tears had stopped, "...now and in the hour
of our death, Amen."  Jock looked out from under the
shade and realized the sun was shining as beautifully
as ever, in that moment he said a final goodbye to
Eric, and the memories that had haunted him both sweet
and bitter.  He returned to the car and headed for the
Colonel's house.

The Colonel met him at the door of the large colonial
house and hugged him tightly.  Jock once again felt
the pang of the hurt he hoped he could avoid.  The
Colonel backed away from him and looked him up and
down, "You're looking fit, Jock.  That desert must
agree with you."

"I'm doing well Colonel, I've got meetings at the
Pentagon and thought I would stop by and see you." He
said.

"You've been out to Springhill, haven't you?"  The
colonel said and sighed.

 "I just needed to visit him one more time..."  Jock
said.

"You need to move on, Jock, Eric's gone."  He said and
led Jock into the dim study where he had once told him
that Eric loved him.

"I know, Colonel, maybe that's what I did out there
today...say goodbye finally."  Jock said and looked out
the window at the tide come in the inlet.


The colonel stared at Jock for a few seconds then
said, "Eric loved you, Jock.  Maybe not in the way you
wanted, but he loved you.  I know that he loved his
Mother and I also, and we felt betrayed too.  There is
no sense to make out of it.  Eric did what he felt he
had to do.  When it first happened I wanted to hold on
to you as a substitute but Ellen wouldn't allow it.
She, like him, has a stubborn streak that can't be
overcome.  I tried for awhile to make her see reason,
but she wouldn't and now it's too late.  Of the three
of us, you're the one that has a life to live.  If you
were my daughter in law I would tell you the same
thing.  I know you loved him, Jock, but you're too
young to let your heart be buried out there with him."
 He sighed again and Jock could see the tears welling
in his rheumy blue eyes, so like Erics.

Jock went to the Colonel and hugged him close, "I
think I've found someone else...I didn't know how I was
going to tell you.  Believe me when I say I loved Eric
and some part of me still does, but like you said,
he's gone from me.  I've done all I can for him and
his memory... I wish I could have somehow made it easier
for you and Ellen, but I always felt I made it worse.

"The best thing you can do for me, son, is be happy
with your new man.  I know that that is what Eric
would have wanted, would have done himself if it were
you out there in Springhill."  He hugged Jock back.

I was running late, as usual.  "Fuck, I'm gonna have
to convince the shit to buy a God Damned cell phone."
I mumbled trying to make it through traffic at the
airport.  Jock's flight was due on the ground at this
very moment and I still had to find parking and get to
the terminal.  I keyed my cell's speed dial to the
Delta counter in the terminal and asked the tired
sounding attendant to page General Ramirez to a
courtesy phone.  Time ticked by as traffic got slower
if nothing else.  The canned hold music interspersed
with Delta sales pitches was making me curse loudly.
The attendant came back on and said there wasn't a
response.  She said that the flight was late coming in
so the General probably wasn't even in the terminal
yet.  She would indeed page him when the flight
arrived and pass along the number for him to call.  I
clicked off the phone and cursed a van that cut me off
suddenly.

I had had an eventful month.  I had taken my kids to
see my Mom and we indeed managed to get some air
cleared.  Unfortunately when I arrived at my Mother's
it was obvious she couldn't be left alone any longer.
So while the kids entertained her, Aunt Mallie and I
had looked into and acquired an apartment for her in a
monitored housing unit attached to a very nice nursing
home.  The finances were arranged through the family
attorney, who had me made executor of my late fathers
estate and chief trustee.  That way I could see to the
financial arrangements for my Mom without having to
constantly explain everything to her when she forgot
it almost before I finished.  It was all very sad.  I
had moved what things she would need into the
apartment but would need to clean out my childhood
home if it was to be rented.  I had spent a lot of
time working through all the rather complex financials
of the estate what with the "farm" and the business
holdings.  So for the last three weeks I had shuttled
the three hours to my Mom's not to mention performed
my regular job which had seen me fly from Georgia to
Maine and out to Oregon in the space of two weeks.

I had managed to talk to Suk at least in general
terms...I had told her I had started dating someone and
that I thought I might be in love again.  She hadn't
taken it too well at first but then had actually
smiled and wished me luck.  "Fuck, why was life so
complicated?"

I entered the terminal and checked my watch I was
officially 20 minutes late.  Just as I was heading for
baggage claim, my cell chirped and I answered to
discover Jock's voice on the other end.

"Hey, Dan, what's up?"  Jock asked

"Fuck, Jock, I'm sorry I got stuck in traffic, but I'm
in the Terminal now. You at baggage claim?"  I asked.

"Heading that way now, we were late getting out of
National."  He said and chuckled.

I rang off and realized I was nearly running, so I
slowed down and went downstairs to baggage claim.  I
expected to pick Jock out right away, how many
Generals could be waiting for his bag, but as I
scanned the large area that was crowded with people I
didn't see any uniforms.  When my eyes ran over Jock I
initially didn't recognize him, but then I picked him
out and immediately sprung a boner.  Jock was wearing
a pair of loose white walking shorts and a red and
white tropical print shirt open at the neck.  "Fuck he
looks absolutely fabulous."  I had never seen him in
Civies before, only in uniform and naked, the thought
made me even harder if that were possible and a wicked
smile to cross my face.  At that moment Jock spied me
and the million watt smile lit his face up.  I put my
arm around Jock's shoulder and pulled him up against
me tight, Jock's arm went around my waist and we
hugged in a normal "guy" way.

"Jock, you look too hot to be allowed in public." I
said quietly.

Jock just smiled and shook his head at me as the
baggage carousel started around.

In the car, we kissed passionately both over heated
from the separation.  Finally I pulled away and
laughed.  "I got bad news, Jock."  Jock raised his
eyebrow in a question, "Instead of staying in my place
tonight I need to drive on down to Thomasville, it
really isn't out of the way and we can crash at my
parents' house.  I've had to check on Mom every
weekend to make sure she is settled in at the new
place.  We can go on to the beach in the morning.  I'm
sorry."  I said and sighed

He took my hand and said, "Dan, I'm so fuckin glad to
be near you again, I don't care where we stay, OK?  I
just want to be with you again." He chuckled again and
then punched me in the shoulder."

"Ok, Ok...sorry, I'm just stressed out because of Mom
and things."  I sighed, "I tried to talk to my ex-wife
and kids about us...I'm afraid I didn't get very far.
They know I'm dating someone, they just don't know who
or, more importantly, what sex.  I know you want us
out in the open and I do too, just give me a little
time, Ok?"  I said as I started putting the key in the
ignition.

Jock grabbed my hand and held it there, then with his
other hand turned my face to his and kissed me
passionately, then whispered "Babe, don't get stressed
out over this...I think everyone will figure it out
eventually.  The last thing I want to do is drive you
nuts, OK?  Just relax, I trust you to tell them in
your own time."

We hit the interstate and the miles went by, Jock
proceeded to tell me about his meetings in Washington
and I filled him in on the shit with Mom and the
estate.  I also elaborated on the conversation with
Suk and the kids.  Along about the time we were
getting off at Macon, Jock said, "Dan, no wonder
you're stressed out.  You've had to deal with all the
shit with your Mom alone.  We could have put this off
until another week."  He took my hand again and held
it.  He'd been doing that a lot while we drove.

"Jock, don't you get it, I've been busting my butt
cause I wanted to be with you again.  It's about the
only thing I've wanted to do in a long time."  I said
and squeezed his hand.

We hit Thomasville at twilight and Jock was utterly
charmed by the old neighborhood where I grew up.  We
turned down the quiet street lined with live oaks and
dripping Spanish moss.  When we turned into my folks
driveway Jock said, "Hell, Dan, it's like something
out of Gone with the Wind!"

I laughed and said, "Well it looks like that but it
really isn't that old. It was built in the 1890s when
all the rich folks from up north started wintering
down here."  The house was beautiful though.  It is a
three story Greek revival style with white clapboards
and dark green shutters.  The front steps were flanked
with sago palms and the yard had live oak and
magnolia.  We went in the back door and I flipped on
the light in the back hall leading to the kitchen.

Jock's arms went around me and held me still for a
minute while his lips nursed the back of my neck.
"Fuck, Jock, that feels good."  I moaned as I felt his
erection nudge me through our thin pants.  I relaxed
for a minute and just enjoyed his arms around me once
again.  Suddenly all the shit I'd went through to get
to tonight had been worth it.  I sighed and stepped
away from him and walked into the kitchen.  It was a
big room and had last been renovated when I was about
10.  I opened the fridge and Jock once again latched
onto my neck this time though he started licking my
ear.  "Fuck, where did you learn that shit...ah!"  I
moaned, "You want something to eat?"  I asked half
panting.

"No..." he whispered and kept right on licking my ear
and the spot just under it.

"Oh yeah, you want something to drink?"  I whispered

"No..." more licking.  I was about to come unglued.

"Hell, you want to just go upstairs and fuck?" I
gasped.

"Bingo, babe, unless you want to just do it here on
the table."  He said, smiling wickedly at me as he
brought his lips to mine.  Our mouths opened and his
tongue was finding all my fillings; I was literally
dripping wet below the waist.

"Come on."  I said and took his hand and led him
through the house and up the stairs two at a time.   I
had left the bed in my old room made up last weekend,
as I knew we would have to stop off here sometime this
week.

We fell onto the bed, Jock definitely taking the lead,
he tugged and pulled and finally got my shirt opened
and latched onto a nipple, "Fuck..."I moaned.  I ran my
hands through his buzzed hair and across his firm
shoulders.  His hands were unfastening my slacks and
then they were open and his mouth was outlining my
aching dick through my boxers.  I could feel his hot
breath tickle my rod and his hands were working under
my butt.  Then in one fluid motion he lifted my hips
and tugged my shorts down and took my rod into his
mouth in one swoop.  I gasped at the sensations of his
mouth bobbing up and down on my dick.  I started
thrusting up into his mouth; I could feel my orgasm
nearing.  "I'm gonna blow, Jock...God, here it comes."
I gasped as I thrust one final time deeply into his
mouth and I felt his suction get even harder as I
blasted a heavy load.

He gently started licking my dick clean, my hands
tenderly stroking his head.  Then he released my
softening dick and started on my nuts, I knew where
this was going and I pulled my knees up and apart
letting him get me ready.  He looked up at me and
smiled then started taking his shirt off.  He paused
and licked my ass, and soon slipped a finger in and
started finger fucking me.  He stopped and took off
his shorts and boxers and then returned to fingering
me.  He finally stopped at three fingers and then
slowly climbed up on top of me and pressed me into the
mattress.  I reached into the nightstand and handed
him some lube.  He smiled and then lubed himself and
me.

The first thrust was painful but I soon remembered how
to relax.  He slowly fucked my ass all the time
whispering in my ear and licking my earlobe.  Some
things ought to stay private between two lovers so
I'll let your imagination decide what he whispered to
me.  Needless to say by the time his thrusts got
firmer I was hard again and pulling his ass tighter
into mine forcing him as deep as he could go.  His
rhythm started getting erratic and I knew he was
close.  I started clinching my ass as he would
withdraw causing him to moan on the out stroke.
Suddenly he thrust into me firmly and held and I could
feel the pulses of his cock as it shot his cream into
me.  He rolled onto his back and I followed not
allowing him to slip out.  I knelt there impaled on
his member and jacked myself to another big load that
splashed across his chest.  Then I nestled up beside
him and sighed as I put my arms around him and hugged
him close.

"I've missed you, Jock."  I whispered as I toyed with
one of his nipples.

"Yeah, I've missed you to, Dan.  This your old room?"
He asked.

"Yeah, if you look really close you can still see the
outlines where my AC/DC and KISS posters use to be."
I laughed.

"I love you, Dan."  He whispered

"I know.  I love you too."  I said as I drifted toward
sleep.

To be continued.....