ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES

 

Chapter 139 – You Picked the Wrong Fight

 

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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:

 

Abraham Lincoln Washington: Six Star General of the Armies – Tactical Alpha Zulu 69

Adam Mann: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Adrian Johnson: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Aiden McIntyre-Worthington: Son of Liam McIntyre and Adopted son of Luke Worthington

Alex Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman

Alexander Federova: Highly valued Russian Scientist rescued by Special Forces

Alexander Malinois: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog

Alexi Federova: Son of Alexander and Petrova Federova

Andrew & Jeremy Allen: Adopted sons of Mason Allen and Jason Vance

Anthony Caruso: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Base Commander of Fort Connor)

Ariel "Ari" Rebel: General, Israel Defense Force (Mossad Kidon)

Ariel Rebel Jr. aka JR: Son of Jacob Leib

Beauty Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog

Billy Bob Vance: Staff Sergeant, Ret., U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler

Bob Jones: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)

Caleb Afolabi: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army – Fort Connor Adjutant

Carlos Martinez: Adolescent son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto

Connor Best-Mann: Adopted son of Randy Best and Adam Mann

Connor McLain: Six Star General of the Armies RET – Administration Alpha Zulu 69

Connor Williams: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Deceased lover of Doug Meat)

Dale Gordon Longdick Allman: Adopted Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman

Danny Henry: Four Star Brigadier U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)

Date Masamune: Five Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Protector of David Winter-Jansson

David & Donald Worthington: Adopted sons of T&T Worthington

David Leib: Five Star General, Israeli Defense Force – Adopted son of Ari Rebel

David Winter-Jansson: Son of Oliver Winter and Viktor Janson

Dillion Dwight: General (4 star), U.S. Army – Medical Director of Fort Connor

Doug Meat: Six Star General of the Armies U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Duke Stone III: Five Star General of the Army U.S. Army – Protector of Dale Gordon Longdick-Allman

Dwight Jones: Partner of Dale Gordon Strong

Frazer Sullivan: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Fort Connor Alpha Zulu 69)

George Battenberg: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States

Gerald Isaac: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Tommy Longdick-Allman

Gloria Worthington: aka "Mama Bear" Board Chair of Worthington Industries (a major multi-national defense contractor)

Hachiman Kanmu, Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector of Hikaru Jansson-Winter Masamune Yasumori

Hank Henry-Jones: Adopted Son of Bob Jones & Danny Henry

Harold Alexander III: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector for the sons of John Allen Masters

Harold John (H-JAM) Alexander-Masters: Son of Harold Alexander III & John Allen Masters

Harold Manfred, Captain: U.S. Army – Protector of David Winter-Jansson

Hayao Kinugasa, Major, Ret.: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)

Hector Louise Roberto Montoya: Six Star General of the Armies – Administration Alpha Zulu 69

Hikaru Jansson-Winter Masamune Yasumori: Son of Hito Janson-Winter Masamune and Jimmy Yasumori

Hito Jansson-Winter: Son of David Jansson-Winter and Date Masamune

Ivan Morovoza: Colonel – U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of Alexi Federova)

Jacob Leib: Adopted Son of Arie Rebel

Jacob, David & Uri Leib: Wards of Luke & John Worthington (Israeli Nationals)

James "Jimmy" Yasumori: Five Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Partner of Hito Jansson-Winter

Jamie Bob Vance: Love of Aiden McIntyre

Jamison Miller: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Worthington Executive Security)

Jason Allman: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Jason Bob Vance: (Brother of Billy Bob Vance and partner of Mason Allen)

Jax Arthur King: Colonel, U.S. Army - Security for Shawn Longdick-Allman

John Allen Masters: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector for the sons of Jimmy & Hito

John Allen Masters: Son of General John Masters and Ambassador at Large for POTUS

John Masters: Four Star General & Base Commander Fort Connor, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries

Juan Martinez: 5 Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia

Juan Martinez: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of Shawn Stone)

Juaquin "Jay" de Vázquez: Son of Manual de Vázquez

Lars Alison: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army – Deputy Base Command, Fort Connor

Liam McIntyre: CFO Worthington Industries & Partner of Luke Worthington

Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington

Lucas Daniel Fairbairn: Captain, U.S. Army – Protector of Michael "Allen" Roberts

Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries

Magnus Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Medical Trauma Surgeon

Manuel de Vázquez: Physicist/Engineer - Worthington Industries

Mario "Mani" Garcia: Son of the President of Mexico (Adopted son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto)

Mark Roberts: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Bobby Longdick-Allman

Mason Allen: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Matsukaze Kumorigachi, Commanding General – Alpha Zulu Program in Japan

Matt Longdick Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Maximillian (Max) Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog

Michael "Allen" Roberts: Adopted Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman

Napoleon Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog

Noah Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman

Oliver Winter: Six Star General, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman

Petrova Federova: Wife of Alexander Federova

Randall Masters: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Randall Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of Steven Stone)

Randy & Robert Masamune: Adopted sons of Hito Masamune and Jimmy Yasumori

Randy Adam "RA" Worthington: Adopted son of Connor Best-Mann & John Worthington

Randy Best: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Randy Johnson: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Shawn LongDick-Allman

Robert Allen Gregory, Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Robert Manning, Captain: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)

Robert Masters: Major General, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu Security

Rod Jackson: Lieutenant General (3 Star), U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor

Rod LittleFeather: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler

Roger DeSoto: 5 Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia

Roi Friedman: Colonel – U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of "Tod" and "PJ"

Steven & Shawn Stone: Adopted sons of Dale Gordon Stone

Steven Douglas Worthington: (aka S.D.) (Adopted sons of Robert Allen Gregory and R.A. Worthington)

Steven Goodman: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Steven Robertson-Battenberg: Adopted son of William Robertson and George Battenberg

Sven Bjorn: Six Star General of the Armies RET – Tactical Alpha Zulu 69

Taylor and Tyler Worthington: (aka T&T) (Adopted sons of Logan Worthington and Alex Meat-Goodman)

Uri Leib: Biological son of Ari Rebel

Viktor Jannson: Six Star General, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman

Wilhelm "Willy" Rogers: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector of Larry Winter-Jannson

William Robertson: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States

Yuuto Meat-Goodman Kinugasa: Adopted Son of Noah Meat-Goodman and Hayao Kinugasa

 

"Angus" (Name Classified): (Son of a domestic terrorist in protective custody at Fort Connor)

"Biff" Jones (Name Classified): (Son of POTUS and guest in residence at Fort Connor)

"George" (Name Classified): (Senior head of the Worthington Brain Trust and Top Scientist in residence)

"Tod" (Name Classified): (Teenage son of George and protectee of Alpha Zulu)

"PJ" (Name Classified): (Teenage son of POTUS and protectee of Alpha Zulu)

 

 

 

We Generals were anxiously awaiting preliminary approval so we could meet our two sons. After the attack on POTUS we were fearful there could be a negative effect upon our applications. We were happy when we were informed of the date to meet our two sons. With a heavy military security and POTUS ordering air cover for us... we Generals were still in fear of meeting two young imps.

 

The Orphanage Director warmly greeted us and as we enjoyed coffee in his office we discussed the two young men who hopefully we would have to nurture into adults who would contribute much to this country.

 

Both imps were shy and introverted. As the director walked us to the entrance of the garden both young imps were in awe of our uniforms and the six stars on our shoulders. "What in the hell are you two?" We answered the question truthfully stating we were the two highest ranking officers in the United States Military. "And you want us to be your sons?" Definitely, but let's start by talking to each other and learning about ourselves. We Generals tried to explain in simple terms about Fort Connor and our roles in the Military. How we worked for POTUS and at times were out of the country. You would have many friends at Fort Connor and General Masters is the father of POTUS so you can't go wrong trusting him.

 

We also have the best Chaplain in the military who can keep any secret and a Doctor who is without comparison (Although, I bet you heard from Roger he gives a wicked shot).

 

We plan on getting married soon and that would make the four of us a family. I know you have had a rough life living on the streets and we understand why you have no reason to trust us. We have 90 days to see if we want to be a family and then all four of us have to return and be evaluated by the Orphanage staff. You can always say NO and the staff will try to find you a different FOREVER FAMILY!

 

"Roger said you two were great men and totally honest. We now believe you are what you say you are and that you have honorable intentions." Hector candidly added: "If anyone tried to hurt you at Fort Connor we have a big war dog by the name of MONSTER who would have his balls for a snack. Even I gasp at that comment. TMI, TMI... (Too Much Information!)

 

We spent over three hours talking with our prospective sons and they asked more questions than a seasoned soldier joining Alpha Zulu. Finally, the Orphanage Director rejoined us and asked the imps if they wanted a 90 day trial placement. I've never heard a more enthusiastic YES out of anyone (including soldiers).

 

Someone needs to streamline the paperwork for an adoption. I swear I signed more paperwork than I do for a base audit. But, finally the Director congratulated us on becoming new fathers and he looked forward to seeing us back for our 90 day evaluation.

 

We held our sons as we prepared to exit the Orphanage. We warned them not to be shocked at the armed men outside. We are required to have a security detail and they will protect all of us with their lives. If any of our soldiers ask you to do something, do it without question because their role is to protect you at any cost. They will give their life to protect you so treat them with respect.

 

We exited town quietly and no one barely knew we visited. Returning to Andrews AFB our sons were impressed with our behemoth and absolutely shocked by its ability for a Vertical Take Off. Landing at Fort Connor the armed Security processing our return never fazed them. (I sure hope they feel the same way about Doc.) Doc definitely has a different persona when he is around imps than he is us soldiers. After drawing vial after vial of blood we knew where Doc got his rep for being a vampire. Doc commented he needed to update a few shots and one needed to go it their butts. The shots Doc could give in their arm went without incident but our modest imps felt very self conscious about exposing their butts. Just exposing a small portion of their hip, Doc numbed it up with a super fine needled and then injected their locator chip without incident.

 

I only wondered how our new sons would take to swimming naked at the base pool. (Oh, well... we signed on for this duty detail, we knew it wasn't all going to be a walk through a rose garden.)

 

The solitude of the moment was broken by the ominous ALERT, ALERT, INCOMMING HOSTILES, ALL MEN TO DUTY STATIONS... THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

 

As I grabbed both sons, one under each arm, I raced for the imps bunker knowing Abe would be in danger leading our men to repel any hostiles that couldn't be taken out by our automated defenses. Our sons clutched me as the sounds of explosions and bullets were heard even through the hardened shell of the imps bunker. I told our sons this bunker is where the imps live and it is one of the safest places on earth. Only a direct hit by a nuclear warhead or a M.O.A.B. (Mother of all bombs) could possibly cause any imp harm. Plus, the men of Alpha Zulu who are defending this bunker have pledged their lives to protect our imps.

 

Finally, there was silence and it was deafening. I knew there would be dead and injured and I hoped none of our men paid the ultimate sacrifice. Equipment can only do so much to protect our men... constant training and vigilance is what makes the men of Alpha Zulu the premier unit of the United States Army.

 

Finally, I breathed easier when the blast door opened and Abe walked into the bunker. As he wrapped his arms around the three of us we knew we were a family that could face anything. Abe commented he needed an hour to clean up the carnage and then we could return to our home. We had a few men with non-life threatening injuries but not one of our men got killed. All the hostiles went down fighting so we will have a mystery to solve as to why this investment of men, material and money to attack Fort Connor.

 

As Doc immediately started collecting DNA samples from the dead hostiles we immediately airlifted them to a secure lab for processing. Within hours POTUS was on our video com and the news wasn't good. There were far too many "family" matches between our attackers and the ones who died in attacking my motorcade returning from the Orphanage. Every "alphabet soup" agency in government has been told to make this their #1 priority. We need to know who and why and we need to know it yesterday. Until we can formulate a "game plan" we all have to play by "high security" rules. I plan to ask Harold and our son to relocate to Fort Connor at breakfast in the morning. I'll want Harold back as soon as our son can adjust to life with Alpha Zulu. The White House is secure but I can't function living in a "fish bowl"... I have to get out and show the people of the United States that our government still continues to function even if it is a risk to my life.

 

Generals, if anything were to happen to Harold and me I've left the legal authorization for our son to be left in the custody of Alpha Zulu. I have no fear of giving my life in the service of our country but the thought of our son being orphaned twice in his life just isn't fare to him.

 

I know you'll protect him as you will every imp at Fort Connor with your lives. I couldn't feel better leaving him in a more secure environment. God speed and now I have to break the bad news to my son and partner.

 

The quiet at breakfast in our 3rd floor quarters was deafening. I finally broke the silence sharing I had talked with the Generals at Fort Connor early this morning and they are expecting the arrival of you two this afternoon. Being around me isn't safe and it was my choice to run for this high office and I knew the risks. That risk didn't include my family so forgo the arguments and for once do this because you love me. I'd resign the Presidency and go into exile if anything happened to either of you. Our son wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me saying Roger had told him wonderful stores about Fort Connor and Alpha Zulu. He would do his best to enjoy it so his dad didn't have to worry about him.

 

Harold on the other hand really chewed on my ass after breakfast and our son went to pack for the trip. Finally, I turned to my partner and commented: "You General have a direct order from your Commander-in-Chief. Unless you want our son to see you escorted to a jet in handcuffs by a squad of MPs I suggest you give me a passionate kiss and help our son to adjust to life at Fort Connor. I'll miss you more than you'll ever know but I'll never willingly put you in harms way.

 

Turning to the FBI Intelligence I made it simple: "It is unacceptable with the large quantity of DNA collected in the two attacks to not find a match in some data base around the world. Petition the F.I.S.A (Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act) Judge for a "John Doe" warrant if needed. If we need to put pressure on foreign governments for assistance just let the Secretary of State know and if I need to get involved they will learn how hostile a pissed off President can be.

 

It took over 10 days of 24/7 work but we started to get matches. It was a combination of our old foe the Biker Gang and what appeared to be members of ultra conservative homophobic religious group. (What an unusual pair of groups to be in "bed" with each other.) Now, the FBI could do what it does best... surveillance and the collection of evidence.

 

Late that afternoon Harold and our son landed at Fort Connor and was warmly greeted by our Generals and were quickly processed by Security. Adjourning for retreat and our evening meal Harold quietly requested they be billeted in one of the VIP suites, not the Mini Mansion. It was only the two of them and he wanted to keep his son on an equal status with the rest of the imps.

 

With the exhaustive day Harold and H-JAM (His Secret Service Code Name [Couldn't they come up with something better?]) we adjourned to our VIP suite and it was no surprise to have armed guards posted at our door till sunrise.

 

We prepared for a new day and exited our quarters and headed to formation for our morning flag raising and then a nutritious meal to face a new day. As the Generals asked Colonel Ivan to chaperone Alexi and have him give our three new imps the grand tour of Fort Connor. I doubted if Alexi would object having a day off of school. (What a no-brainer!)

 

As we had our morning staff meeting Harold rose to speak calmly stating he had no wish to be at Fort Connor while his partner was in danger. But, my "Commander-in-Chief" gave me the option of cooperating or being taken in handcuffs by a squad of MPs to be relocated at Fort Connor. I have the utmost respect for the men of Alpha Zulu and what Fort Connor accomplishes. Please forgive me if my stress at times becomes evident in our conversations.

 

We all knew what Harold was saying and if the roles were reversed we would feel the same. Every man present would try to help Harold cope with his "exile" to Alpha Zulu.

 

One major concern all the security agencies shared was how such high grade military weapons were getting into the hands of our old foe the biker gang. Infiltrating the organization was virtually impossible so we turned to our friendly (well, most of the time) Mossad for assistance.

 

Within a month, Mossad agents had infiltrated drug suppliers in Afghanistan and were shocked to learn they were the middle man supplying Russian military grade weapons as well as drugs to our Biker "friends".

 

Once undeniable proof had been obtained, I invited the Russian President for a state visit to the United States. Within a month he was sitting with me in the oval office and I commented lets get comfortable we have much to discuss one on one while our staffs handle the public side of this meeting.

 

Showing the undeniable proof of Russian involvement in supplying arms to American Domestic Terrorists I commented this can not be tolerated. I need your assurance this will be immediately corrected or we are headed back into the old days of the "cold war"!

 

As the Russian President and his staff returned to their embassy for the night he asked for 72 hours to address our mutual concern. Within 72 hours Russian special forces raided over 100 secure compounds with immense lethality. Few subversives were left to stand trials and frankly the ones who died got the better sentence. Life in a Russian prison or getting sent to Siberia... well, death might be preferable.

 

At our joint closing Press Conference I extoled the Russian President and the Russian Military for their swift action in stopping the flow of drugs and elicit arms into our country. I hoped this was the start of a new and improved relationship between our two countries. I had no problem giving this man the credit... the end goal was the safety of my family and that had been accomplished.

 

Oh, were Harold and I in for a shock when I shared with them it was safe for them to return to the White House. Our son informed us he wanted to stay and live at Fort Connor and be with the men of Alpha Zulu. It was secure and he felt safe. And, we can be together during holiday breaks and summer vacation. I looked at Harold and we knew our son had reached a pivotal moment in his life and development into an adult. We couldn't deny him the same life I had growing up at Fort Connor.

 

If the Generals had even the slightest idea of how these four imps would bond into "monsters" that would be the ultimate challenge of the patients of Alpha Zulu soldiers they would have denied the request my son made. More than once I got pictures in my secure email of our son and his three compadres hanging naked from the tops of the flagpoles as the sun rose over Fort Connor. I've started a digital flash drive of all the pictures I get of our son from Fort Connor and I plan to gift them to his partner at their marriage reception. (Oh, yes... we fathers can be so evil at times.)

 

Life started to return to normal other than the occasional lock down from some individual with mental problems trying to crash the gate at the White House or OPS being overly cautious and calling an ALERT that turned out to be a flock of migrating geese. (They didn't live that down for months.) The Generals assured them they would rather go to ALERT for a flock of geese than miss one potential threat to Fort Connor. "KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!"

 

It was a sad day for our "four amigos" when Alexi and Col. Ivan headed off to Harvard and life at the Castle. POTUS ON A VIDEO CONFERENCE FOR BOTH GENERALS... In our office, please.

 

Generals, Harold and I have reached the same conclusion that it won't be long before H-JAM and your sons will be off to college. With your approval, I suggest we have your HR Dream Team recruit three protectors for our son and add them to the Alpha Zulu staff at Fort Connor. We were all in agreement the decision reached to add three protectors was unanimous! I just hoped the imps were open minded and saw the value in doing it now and not waiting for them to head off to the Castle and Harvard.

 

We immediately conference with our HR Dream Team and they looked far too happy. Time to ruin their day. "We need THREE new protectors!" As the shocked look disappeared from the faces of our HR team they only commented: "And, you want them "YESTERDAY"? "HOW DID YOU KNOW!" DISCONNECT.

 

If there is anything that scares me being in command of Alpha Zulu is the day our HR Dream Team decides to retire and we are forced to replace the irreplaceable!

 

We parents knew when our imps were initially tested prior to starting our electronic school program they would be behind in academics. But, all of us were shocked when they were reevaluated a few years later showing they had now caught up to their age level learning standards and the tests as to their potential ability left no questions as to their ability to join the Worthington Brain Trust. We now hand three monster imps who had the brains to reek terror in the hearts of Alpha Zulu soldiers.

 

Our three imps learned quickly as they sexually developed not to jump into the pool off of the high diving board with their legs spread wide. The same is true and they learned to have their legs tucked in tight when they cannonballed the soldiers in the pool. It didn't take a member of the "brain trust" to learn that once with a pair of sore aching balls it is a learning experience that is permanently engrained in ones mind. We fathers silently smiled as we returned with ice packs for our sons remembering our days of growing up. YES, some things an imp has to learn the hard way.

 

The same is true of fatherhood... the first time we fathers heard the blood curdling scream of INCOMMING as we were waking up in the morning there was no way Abe could get all the blood out of his monster and tuck it between his legs. Oh, how I grimaced when one of our sons landed on it and the blood curdling scream was now escaping from Abe's mouth. Fortunately, our sons had a fast learning curve and their "take off", "trajectory" and "landings" improved quickly. Of course, we father smothered them with kisses regardless of how they landed in bed with us.

 

I know Abe really felt mortified when he finally admitted he was in so much pain he had to see Doc from our sons airborne assault. After doing a visual exam and feeling the injured area was a very erotic encounter... he was in shock when Doc demanded to see a full erection to assess any damage to the blood vessels.

 

If you need assistance, I'm more than willing to ask your partner to join you in medical to assist you. "PLEASE, NO DOC! JUST GIVE ME A FEW MINUTES TO GET IN THE MOOD."

 

I was rolling on the floor in laughter when Abe returned from medical and shared what Doc had required of him. Abe only commented if he wasn't in so much pain he would share such an erotic moment with me in a more personal and revengeful way.

 

The infamous Fort Connor grapevine was blazing with the information regarding Abe's endowment and what Doc had required him to do... every man at Fort Connor had immense empathy for him knowing it could just as easily be one of them.

 

To our shock, when we returned to our quarters that evening there was a wrapped package in our quarters addressed to Abe from the men of Fort Connor. Cautiously, opening the box we found a penile vac-u pump to aid in obtaining an erection with a note simply stating: "For future visits to medical from your friends at Fort Connor".

 

Abe was in tears both in embarrassment but also knowing how loved he was by the men of Alpha Zulu. If having sex wasn't so painful for him at the moment I would have made love to this fantastic man all night.

 

Finally, the day arrived when we completed all the Chaplains pre-marital counseling and we could set the date for our nuptials. Our sons were anxious to be brothers and have a complete family. We invited POTUS and Harold for the wedding and Alexi to return to join his fellow amigos as groomsmen. We asked General Alexander (Harold) and General Masters to be our best men.

 

Gate crashers we innocently overlooked were two plane loads of Worthingtons. We warmly welcomed them and apologized profusely for the oversight.

 

The service went without incident and fortunately no ALERTS to ruin the events. Our "four amigos" had been warned by their father and protectors that any incident would be met with firm and painful behavior management applied to the naked backside of your bodies. Yes, FEAR does work when one has the ability to carry through with the threat!

 

At the reception after the Best Men gave the first toasts and short speech, POTUS rose to deliver some bad news. Generals Montoya and Washington were being relieved of their Command of Fort Connor. Amid the negative comments heard from the men of Alpha Zulu, POTUS continued: FOR A TWO WEEK HONEYMOON IN THE U.S. VIRGIN ISLANDS! The entire room exploded into praise and applause. POTUS returned to our table and commented to us Generals to get our Go Bags, our security detail had already been selected by General Masters and would be on your flying billboard by the time you reach it.

 

The men of Alpha Zulu lined the path from our quarters to the airfield and sharply saluted as we passed. Yes, we finally were accepted by the men of Alpha Zulu and loved by them as well.

 

The head of our security detail handed us one last gift (from Doc) as we reached cruising altitude. Opening the present, we both blushed to find a dozen boxes of lube and a dozen boxes of super lube. Yes, Doc can be so evil at times and we will get even.

 

Little did we know as we were frolicking naked in the surf by moonlight T&T had their super secret spy satellite overhead taking pics of us naked on the surf and making love on the beach. Forwarding them to POTUS who forwarded them to General Masters and somehow made them into a big screen presentation in the Mess when we returned. Our sons had hard copies added to our wedding album and we definitely knew everyone at Fort Connor was happy with us becoming partners.

 

Even the rubber chicken dinner with the Governor our last night on the island was enjoyable. The Governor quietly commented it was nice to have Alpha Zulu on her island and not having to deal with any dead bodies. (Yes, some miracles do happen even for Alpha Zulu Generals!)

 

Our first night back in our quarters at Fort Connor our sons announced the place was all ours for the night they were spending it with friends in the imps bunkers. PLAY SAFE! (As they quickly exited in fear of retaliation for their comment.)

 

As the 1st Sergeant made the rounds and found us still in our Great Room he stuck his head in and wished us the best and was happy we enjoyed our trip to the US Virgin Islands. FYI, you'll find your night stands well stocked with lube, super lube and condoms. Your sons requested housekeeping to keep you well stocked so you could always PLAY SAFE!

 

We both looked at the 1st Sergeant and commented: "You 1st Sergeant may consider yourself busted to a private for the balance of the night!" "Thank you, Sirs" as he saluted sharply, locked our blast door for the evening as he exited our quarters.

 

Turning to Abe I commented do we really have a night all to ourselves. Well, almost! Pointing to the corner of our Great Room quietly sleeping was 1st Sergeant Monster, the ultimate in security assigned to us for the night. (I sure hope housekeeping put plenty of doggie treats in our nightstands. Or, we may have to ask for assistance to get out of our quarters for flag raising.) Oh, POTUS would have a field day if that happened (As well as SecDef and the Joint Chiefs)... Gossip abounds in the military and I prefer it not be about us.

 

POTUS was on our com as soon as he thought we hand finished our morning staff meeting. "I hear your Generals had trouble getting out of bed this morning." NOT THE WAY YOU THINK, SIR! "Housekeeping failed to put doggie treats in our nightstand and 1st Sergeant Monster wasn't letting us leave without payment in full for his services guarding us." I didn't know who was laughing harder POTUS or Harold. We will get even!

 

H-JAM was the oldest of the remaining three amigos and when he was introduced to his protector he accepted his fate as having over protective fathers which one happens to be the President of the United States. Asking to please have a security persona so he could try and have a normal life at college, both fathers understood and asked the secret service to "make it happen".

 

H-JAM managed to conceal his identity until the middle of his senior year and some wise investigative reporter "OUTED HIM" and the young man he was dating. POTUS was livid. POTUS carried through on his threat, the reporter and the company he worked for was banished from access to any government employee and office.

 

It was far worse for our now mature imp. The young man who had stolen his heart attacked him verbally accusing him of just being a "notch on your bedpost" to brag to all your Washington friends. Finally, slapping the face of his friend, H-JAM commented this is exactly the reason I didn't tell you who I was. I can only apologize for you being so "OUTED" by the national press. Do your parents know you are gay? When he heard the parents had no idea he asked his good friend to video conference immediately with his parents so he could talk with them.

 

The parents were coping much better than their son and all three went into meltdown when H-JAM told them he was madly in love with their son and wanted him to be his partner in life. The shocked look on the face of the parents was priceless and almost immediately our imps were passionately embracing as their son advised his parents he would talk with them later. Tearing their clothes off the consummated the announcement of their pending nuptials as only two now adult imps can. Recovering from multiple orgasms of fantastic sex the decision was reached we now had to face POTUS and General Alexander. Let's hope they are supportive.

 

H-Jam commented his dad never calls it a day till after midnight so there is no time like the present. With unfettered access to his fathers, both men were in shock at the revelation this friendship had advanced so far into romance and a life long partnership. Once POTUS recovered from the shock he told his son to advise his future in-laws the Secret Service would arrange transportation for them to the White House and you two are to be in my office before sunrise. Your protector will see to your transportation. DISCONNECT!

 

As the two fathers chatted intensely with the parents of their sons prospective partner, they realized what a shock it must be for the two of them. None of the parents had any intention of trying to break up the lovebirds. They each had always been supportive of their son in every facet of his life.

 

POTUS address the major problem that now exists: "We have a public relations nightmare and the only way to address it is with a public announcement of their pending marriage." Adding the two now adult imps to the discussion POTUS spoke to just be yourselves and speak the truth from your heart. The White House Press are known as "sharks" for good reason. I won't let this get out of control but please... showing emotion will only chum the feeding frenzy.

 

As the White House Press Secretary was having her morning briefing with the correspondence, POTUS stuck his head in the room and asked if they had a few minutes for him. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States."

 

POTUS introduced his son, his son's friend and parents. As you are well aware members of the press had been informed our son was "off limits" and one of your peers decided to challenge my resolve on the issue. Both he and his company has paid the price for defying me. I'll be out of office and in private life by the time they have proceeded with their court challenge.

 

I am here today to proudly announce the pending nuptials of my son and his future partner. The room exploded with questions. The parents preferred to allow their sons to answer the question and only volunteered information when requested by their sons. Both parents were in support of their children and the details of the nuptials had yet to be determined.

 

After over an hour of answering questions the White House Press was still hungry for specific details and answers to their unending questions. As the two young men and their families thanked them for their understanding and cooperation they quickly retreated to the Oval Office. Everyone was in agreement as to why they were called "sharks"!

 

POTUS offered his guest parents the Lincoln Bedroom for as long as they wanted to stay in Washington. Turning to his son, you two have a lot of talking to do and some idea of how you want to pull this rabbit out of a hat. Don't even think of a small private wedding... by "prime time" tonight your wedding will be national news and the public appetite for every small detail of it will be insatiable. I guarantee you the first question of every White House Press briefing until your wedding will be a question about what is happening with your wedding plans.

 

So, go grab a couple of legal pads and start formulating what you want to do. Then the six of us can discuss it together and see what is feasible and how we can make it happen.

 

As the two young men walked hand in hand to the third floor residence the mother commented "Don't they make a handsome couple". As the door closed on the 1st Son's bedroom his partner wrapped his arms around his body, gave him a French kiss that left nothing to any imagination and commented to the man he loved to take him to bed and "fuck his brains out"! "Your wish is my command!"

 

As exhaustion finally set in from their intense bout of carnal pleasure they lay naked on the bed looking at each other and only commented: "We have a hell of a lot of homework to do with that assignment from your dad". H-JAM commented we have to accept a few facts about our wedding. We will probably have the Chief Justice of the United States and the Cardinal Chaplain co-officiate the ceremony. It will be a rose garden wedding with every major political powerhouse attending not to mention being the social event of the year. Probably on Valentine Day if dad's calendar is clear. If not, early in June.

 

If we are lucky, they might let us choose our Best Men and Groomsmen... otherwise, Dad and the Secret Service will have the final say in our wedding. "Welcome to my world!"

 

As T&T's new super slick armored black limo pulled into the White House unannounced, they advised the Secret Service they were here to see the 1st Son. Escorting T&T to the 3rd floor residence they knocked at his bedroom door and were surprised to find two dressed adult imps. (Yes, Miracles do happen but the Secret Service had warned the imps they had visitors.)

 

Asking if the two lovers would like to break out of this "fish bowl" and have a normal day with us average people... they were dressed casual within minutes and ready to leave then H-JAM said he had to text his fathers or they would have a tactical team out hunting the couple down.

 

Warning his dads the pair of lovers were going out with T&T (and their security detail). They would be back when you see the whites of our eyes. Don't wait up! Love Ya!!!

 

The blacked out limo made escaping the White House easy and finally into the secure entrance at the Marriott made getting to the Penthouse a breeze. "This is how the average people live?" Was the comment shared with H-JAM by his lover. Told to relax, T&T are the two best friends anyone could ever have. And, wait till you see Camp Phoenix... it is unbelievable! (And the perfect place for a secure honeymoon!)

 

T&T told our lovers to consider this their home for as long as they wanted to stay. "We have to return to school by Monday or face the wrath of our professors." "We guess we better finish the assignment given to us by our dads or face one pissed off POTUS!"

 

T&T only commented: "Been there, done that and it isn't a pretty sight"!

 

The two young men finally could relax and accept the facts and accept the obvious demands of POTUS:

 

1)      A White House wedding on Valentine Day if possible.

2)      Officiated by the Chief Justice and our Cardinal Chaplain.

3)      Reception by invitation at the White House.

4)      Additional Reception in the Marriott Ballroom

5)      As few Political guest as possible but we do accept reality.

6)      Alpha Zulu as an integral part of the service,

7)      T&T will be our best men

8)      Groomsmen will be selected from our imp friends at Fort Connor

9)      No Hard booze at the receptions... Champaign and Punch ONLY!

10)  Marine Band for the Wedding and Reception music

11)  Honeymoon at Camp Phoenix courtesy of T&T

12)  One set of "pool" reporters for live unedited distribution to all the media

 

And, Dad, you aren't POTUS for the day. I expect you in your Ambassadors Uniform with all your awards proudly displayed. This is a request from your son and isn't negotiable! We are proud of what you have done with your life and want to share this pride with the world.

 

The parents were impressed, and we'd discuss it and make any suggestions necessary then pass it onto the Secret Service for review and their approval. You two are heading back to class before I have your professors calling and chewing out my ass for you two playing "hookie".

 

We will make the final decision when you are home for your holiday break. I'll make certain your partner's parents are back at the White House and I've already given your protector his "marching orders" so don't give him any grief. You still aren't too old for me to turn you over my knees.

 

Returning to the Castle and to classes at Harvard every student we met congratulated us and wished us a great future. Even our professors commented any adjustments we needed to make just let us know and we'll do our best to accommodate you.

 

Settling into what is now "OUR" room at the Castle there was a firm knock at the door and opening it stood two four star Generals who weren't looking happy. "You have been here nearly four years and you didn't see fit to tell us you were getting married. We had to hear it from a national press conference at the White House. Consider your asses in "deep shit" for at least the next 30 seconds then come here and give us both a big hug. We couldn't be happier for the two of you."

 

Yes, I think we have found our head groomsmen for our wedding, two Generals who can keep our best men in line and a bachelor party that might even be enjoyable.

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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