ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES
Chapter 179 – They said YES!
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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:
A. Robert Harriman: Grandfather of Robert Harriman and Patriarch of the Harriman Family
Abraham Lincoln Washington: Six Star General of the Armies – Tactical Alpha Zulu 69
Adam John Clark: Colonel, U.S. Army – Adopted Son of Amos Vance & Michael "Allen" Roberts
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
Akecheta "Ake" Bidzel: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States (Commanding General – Administration)
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
Allen Robert Harriman: Adopted son of Robert Adrian Harriman and Adam John Clark
Ambrose Abbott: Colonel, U.S. Army - Protector for Johann Emmanuel & Piero Bianchi
Amell Scholz: Aide and former lover of Cardinal Dominic
Amos Vance: One of the Van Family Cousins from West Virginia
Andrew & Jeremy Allen: Adopted sons of Mason Allen and Jason Vance
Anthony "Tony" Darling: Colonel – U.S. Army – Head of Security for the Harriman imps
Anthony Ashanti: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States (Commanding General – Tactical)
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
Arkyn Erling: Brigadier (1 Star) General, U.S. Army – Partner of Enapay Perez
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)
Darnel Trevon: Colonel, U.S. Marines – Protector for Win Thorp & Piero Bianchi
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
Enapay Perez: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States (Commanding General – Administration)
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 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
Johann Emmanuel: Adopted son of Cardinal Dominic
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 II: Adopted Son of Taylor and Tyler Worthington II
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 II: Adopted Son of Taylor and Tyler Worthington II
Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries
Lupo Vlcak: Alpha Zulu War Dog (Czechoslovakian Wolf German Shepherd Mix)
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 Marzilli: Captain, U.S. Army – Protector of Sebastian Perez
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
Matthew Bradly: Brigadier (1 Star) General, U.S. Army – Protector of Taylor Tyler Worthington
Maximillian (Max) Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Medvěd Vlcak: Worthington War Dog (Sired by Lupo – Assigned to Roger & Jeremy Protection Detail)
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
Piero "Peter" Bianchi: Son of the Grand Master of the Knights Templar
Piero Bianchi: Son of the Grand Master of the Knights Templar
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 Adrian Harriman: Colonel, U.S. Army - Partner of Adam John Clark
Robert Allen Gregory, Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Robert Amos Harriman: Adopted son of Robert Adrian Harriman and Adam John Clark
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
Roger Worthington: Adopted son of T&T Worthington (Former Angel)
Roi Friedman: Colonel – U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of "Tod" and "PJ"
Sebastian Guerrero: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States (Commanding General – Tactical)
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 John Roberts: Captain – U.S. Army – Protector and in loco parentis for the Harriman imps
Steven Robertson-Battenberg: Adopted son of William Robertson and George Battenberg
Sven Bjorn: Six Star General of the Armies RET – Tactical Alpha Zulu 69
Takeda Shingen: Colonel – Alpha Zulu Captain, Japanese Defense Force (Protector of Roger Worthington)
Taylor and Tyler Worthington II: Adopted Sons of Roger and Jeremy Worthington
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
Winthrop Thorp III: Adopted son of Generals Perez and Guerrero
Yonatan Netanyahu: Colonel – Alpha Zulu Captain, Japanese Defense Force (Protector of Roger Worthington)
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)
After their two guests acknowledge the reputation the Marriott Chef had for having the best food in Washington is truly understated. Only mom's home cooking is better and something I hope you two will find out shortly.
As the four young men adjourned to the Great Room, they realized this was a special moment as our sons broke out the bottle of 100 year old Brandy donated by T&T for this special occasion. As the four lovers sat entwined in the Great Room, the brandy started to have its effect and the tongues of our sons loosened and their minds became embolden enough to ask the question.
As both of our sons dropped to their knees, they bravely asked the two men with them to be their partners for all eternity. As the shock of the question registered in their brandy saturated brains the smiles on their faces and the massive bulges between their legs only confirmed the empathic "YES" which exploded from their lips.
After spending the next few hours indulging their excess of adolescent hormones which resulted in four raw cocks and equally tender asses... they limped to the Great Room and enjoyed the balance of T&T's brandy. As their security detail assisted them to the door of T&T's Penthouse, two smiling Worthingtons greeted them and commented from the shape you four are in I take it we will shortly be attending a wedding.
Although, all four lovers wanted a small and discrete wedding, this "WEDDING" would have a life of its own and considering the family, corporate, military and political connections of the family... after the initial conversations with the Office of Protocol we were concerned if the National Cathedral was large enough to accommodate all of the guests we were required to invite. T&T were asked to be the "Best Men" and a number of close Alpha Zulu friends were asked to be ushers and groomsmen.
This would be a most unique marriage service. Arch Bishop Emmanuel was asked to Co-Officiate as was the head of the Washington Board of Rabbis and the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. Even their wedding had political overtones which couldn't be ignored or comprehended at the moment.
The Bachelor Party thrown by their "Best Men" should have been rated XXX! The fathers smiled at the gifts and vowed to put them into storage until their sons were old enough to appreciate them. The appendages God had blessed them with between their legs were more than adequate to pleasure their partners. Somehow, one of the "gossip `rags'" got hold of a list of the gifts received and it appeared on the front page of their so called "Newspaper" the morning of the wedding. Oh, was it a mistake! Allen was advised to "Buy the paper and then close it down"! The paper's editor didn't see that coming.
The wedding rings the lovers chose were without equal and the jeweler was instructed to never produce another ring in this design ever again. The rings were a "Rainbow" of gems of the highest quality. Their value was only known to the Jeweler, the Harriman insurance company and Allen who quickly paid the bill and buried it in the monthly reports.
This truly was a family event and the marriage of the Washington Social Year. We two fathers were so proud as was the Israeli Ambassador for his son. The Leibs arrived as the representatives of Israel and escorted the last set of parents who were astonished their son would marry anyone who could afford this type of wedding ceremony.
POTUS threw a reception at the White House for the political community that had been invited and T&T threw a reception at the Marriott for us "common folks". Security was paramount and the parents were astonished at the level of protection given to their children. The Leibs asked to meet with the two Israeli who were at the heart of this marital conspiracy. "Before David left Israel, he had signed a military directive and it was countersigned by his younger brother who is the President of Israel. There is no one who would challenge the order and expect to remain any part of the Israeli military or government.
The Ambassador's son was being recalled to active duty status with the Israeli Defense Force. Both men were being assigned as to Alpha Zulu and would hold the rank of Colonel. Your primary assignment with Alpha Zulu is to protect the men you love with your lives. Their deaths would place an undo hardship on the Israeli people and would only encourage additional attacks upon our country.
The wedding was an assassin's PERFECT STORM! Political dignitaries, members of the Ambassadorial Community, Members of Congress and the political power brokers, Influential members of the Pentagon including the Joint Chiefs and the Secretary of Defense, members of the Supreme Court, (and let us not forget POTUS) and finally close members of our Worthington and Harriman family including Allen+1.
The Office of Protocol for both the White House and Secretary of State spent over a month to design a seating chart that followed diplomatic protocol so no one would be offended. It took longer to seat all the guests than it did to perform the wedding ceremony. Finally, the bells of the Cathedral sounded announcing to the world we were bound together for all eternity.
We four lovers thanked the officiants and gave them a check which they in turn donated to their favorite charity. Three lucky charities would receive a donation equal to or greater than their annual operating budget.
The one thing our fathers insisted we do before we left on our honeymoon was meet with the attorneys and update our wills and advanced directives. I made sure our fathers, our partners and my brother would be well taken care of if I were to die. Allen would receive my stock with the directive to run the companies to benefit society and to protect our men in uniform.
We signed the updated documents and the attorneys had the paperwork filed with the court as our Gulfstream G1000 flew into the setting sun and a romantic holiday which even exceeded our expectations. We reserved a luxury suite at Jade Mountain Resort in St. Lucia. Just the surroundings exuded romance and stimulated our sex drive to the Max. We made certain our maids received a generous tip when we left and that our dedicated Room Service probably was tipped more than they received in their annual salary. The service was fantastic and the surroundings beyond being beautiful. Even our security detail compliment us upon our honeymoon selection and commented they should be paying us for the privilege of being on this honeymoon.
When we returned to Washington with our bronze bodies (with no tan lines) we felt like we had returned to the life of a pauper. Even the food provided by the Marriott world renown chef just tasted normal. It would take us a few months to realize and accept the food provided by the Marriott wasn't the norm for Washington. We apologized to the Marriott Chef for our less than optimal thoughts and he agreed the beauty of St. Lucia definitely contributes to the wonderful flavor of the food served. No apology was necessary, he always felt privileged to serve us.
We were surprised when we entered the Penthouse our fathers were no place to be found. Asking T&T if they knew where our fathers had disappeared to, they only burst out in laughter. Noting our fathers always planned to have parity with their staff and the duty assignment no one on their staff wanted to volunteer to do our fathers decided to "man up" and do it themselves. Your fathers are at the Artic Survival Program in Alaska and I imagine by now they have frozen their balls off. Your fathers are Generals who lead by example and by now we think there are two Generals who can relate to a "popsicle".
When we video conferenced with our fathers that evening we asked if they wanted us to send them a pair of battery heated jocks straps. Our fathers gave us a well known figure gesture as we all broke out in uncontrollable laughter. Our dads informed us they had another 5-7 days of work and then they were returning to Washington and would need a few pots of strong HOT black coffee to bring their body temperature back to normal.
As soon as we finished talking with our dads we received a video conference with Dale and Dwight inviting us for dinner at their townhouse. We gladly accepted and offered to liberate a complete Marriott Cheesecake for us to enjoy for desert. Dale and Dwight were all too eager to accept our offering for desert. Marriott Raspberry Cheesecake is the best desert served in any restaurant in Washington.
Dwight outdid himself with his culinary skills and we ate like kings. We enjoyed the seafood salad with a light garlic vinaigrette, loaded garlic mash potatoes and a huge porterhouse steak for each of us grilled to perfection. We harassed Dwight if the Marriott Chef ever retired, we would hire him for the gig! Relaxing in their Great Room in front of a massive roaring fire we were well mellow... We knew it was now time to pay through our noses for this wonderful meal. I simply broached the subject asking: "How can we be of service"?
Dale had a big smile on his face as he commented he understood we four were out of control lovers on our honeymoon and we failed to use birth control. You knocked up your partners and the stork is circling waiting to deliver your bundles of joy. We four fathers gulped our Scotch and asked for a major refill... DOUBLE AND NEAT!
Dale prefaced his remarks stating this is something we normally wouldn't deal with but once you hear all the facts you'll understand why we want you to step forward and volunteer your services. A military wife contacted the Worthington Help Line and notified us of two imps that have been placed with social services after their parents were the victims of a drive by shooting. Handing us their pictures we saw two red headed imps that could be the doubles for T&T at their age. We haven't met them yet but they have already stolen our hearts. I have the jet reserved for tomorrow morning and overnight accommodations reserved for you and your security detail. All Dwight and I are asking is for you to meet them and then if you can say "NO" we will look for a plan #2. Wheels up is at 0500 hours so you best head back to the Penthouse and try and get some sleep. Tomorrow is a very important day in the life of two precious imps.
Arriving back at the Penthouse our head of security advised the security details for our trip tomorrow had been finalized and confirmed. It seems like everyone knows what is happening to us and we were the last to find out.
Adjourning to our great room we four fathers spent the majority of the night talking about how two precious imps would impact our lives. Finally, just before dawn we realized how selfish we were being... we should be concerned about how our lives would impact two imps who needed our help. There is no way we can say no. We can only hope the imps are open minded and want to be part of our "dyslectic" family.
As we were heading to the airport at 0400 hours, Robert and I realized we hadn't told our families about becoming fathers. The Generals would soon be rising to start a new day and hopefully the wonderful thoughts of being grandfathers would compensate for their freezing their asses off at the Alaskan Survival Program. We had two elated grandfathers and now to notify the Israeli Ambassador and the grandparents in Israel. We knew they would be elated to have grandchildren to spoil but we also knew after T&T got done spoiling them there wouldn't be much they would ever need in life.
We all agreed the best way to fill T&T in on this was to simply have the imps rush into their arms and steal their hearts. We were still hoping the imps would want to be part of our family. The orphanage administrator was most gracious and other than serving horrible coffee he ran a fantastic operation and provided programs for the imps that exceeded any orphanage operation we had ever evaluated.
As we adjourned to the garden to meet our imps. Two red headed monsters in training came running to us, jumped into our arms and told us the "angel lady" spent the night with them and told us we were the best fathers in the world. We knew if Mama Bear approved of this adoption there was no way we could reject the fate that awaited us.
Within the hour the paperwork for a temporary placement had been signed and our sons were on the way to the airport with us to start a new life they never dreamed would be possible.
Flying back to Washington we invited T&T for an early dinner this evening. We knew two red headed imps running into their arms and Grandpa T&T would go down in a blaze of glory. There was no way they would do anything other than love the imps.
As T&T knocked at the door to our Penthouse, two red headed imps went racing to the door and warmly greeted our guests. When T&T asked who the two imps were I thought we were going to be required to resuscitate them when we smiled and told them we wanted to introduce our sons to their new "grandfathers". Our two red headed monsters jumped into their arms, wrapped their arms around their grandfathers necks and smothered them with kisses.
Our fathers had a few days to prepare themselves to accept the reality of being Grandfathers. After all, it was the decision of their sons and they had to allow us to live our lives. We just never realized how complete our lives felt having two imps in it.
None of us were prepared that first morning when we woke to the screams of INCOMMING as our two imps had less than perfect trajectories and landings. We heard room service chuckle as we ordered ice packs with our morning breakfast buffet. Our fathers saw much humor in our sore aching balls and we only told them "your time will come"!
Thankfully, our sons improved their trajectory and landings quickly and few ice packs were required with our morning breakfast. Our security detail informed us protecting us from our sons wasn't part of their job description. The sooner you teach them to land between your two bodies the sooner you won't need to order ice packs.
Our imps were on the "to be spoiled" list of everyone in our extended family. Not to be outdone, Yuuto topped everyone when he showed up at our door with the Marriott bellhops delivering four wrapped presents. Asking to meet our sons, the imps went into overdrive tearing the wrapping paper off of their presents to find two gaming laptops preloaded with all the software any future nerd would want in life. The last two boxes included a laptop backpack and we fathers whispered in the ears of our imps to make certain to thank their uncle Yuuto.
Yuuto turned multiple shades of red as our two sons smothered him with kisses thanking him from their hearts for their new computers. Yuuto knew his family had two more imps to consider being part of their extended family.
By the end of the first week our sons felt comfortable this was their home and we four fathers would never send them away. When our fathers walked in wearing their dress uniforms our sons were in shock. They had watched enough TV to realize the importance of a man wearing four stars on his uniforms was in the military. When our fathers stretched out their arms and ask our sons to give their grandfathers a big hug our imps were elated to jump into their arms and fullfill the request. After our fathers changed into comfortable civilian wear our sons curled up in their arms and never left their side until dinner was served.
We adults enjoyed a delicious seafood salad and the imps... naturally... hamburgers medium with plenty of French fries. We fathers knew changing their palate over to cultured food would be a lifetime project. Even as adults, we four fathers still enjoyed an occasional meal of hamburgers with our sons.
We fathers took a few days and did our fatherly duties and got our imps fitted for new clothes. Our friendly tailor was overjoyed at the addition to our family and would have new suits completed by the end of the week for our sons. Then off to the mall and the wonderful experience of buying out the store getting new stylish clothes for our imps. I was never happier our Black Card had no spending limit. Allen will have a heart attack when he gets the bill.
The Marriott Bellhops would earn their tips carrying up all the boxes to our Penthouse. Our sons weren't happy when we told them everything had to be either hung up or folded and put away before we would order dinner. The sooner they got it done the sooner we all would eat. Our imps were muttering some unflattering terms about their fathers as they returned to their room to complete their assignment.
Robert and I turned to our fathers and commented we weren't that bad were we? "No you weren't that bad, you were worse!" "We doubt if they will even start to match the number of times you were naked hanging from the Fort Connor flagpole at sunrise."
(Oh, the fun of being a grandfather and sharing with our grandkids all the embarrassing moments in the lives of their fathers, our sons. Robert and I warned our son as they were growing up and now it is the moment both of us fathers have waited for. We just have to remember to embellish the stores adequately enough to really embarrass our sons.)
Yes, we are so evil!
Now, if T&T start telling stories about us grandfathers growing up... we were monsters in our imp days... we really will be in trouble.
POTUS on a secure video call for the family... POTUS didn't have the look of a "happy camper" on his face. "Why in this damn town which is the epitome of gossip am I the last to know you have two sons and to get "blindsided" by the sharks! I thought we had a better relationship! Now if you two "Executives", your partners, your sons and you might as well bring along your four star fathers are free tonight, would you join me for dinner at the White House. We four adults knew we had no choice but to accept and meet our fate. We would have to inform our imps to be on their best manners. I don't know how POTUS would react to two imps jumping into his arms and smothering him with kisses. I can just see the Secret Service rushing into the room and placing us all in confinement.
Gossip in Washington is more valuable than cash. Our friendly tailor delivered our sons suits early commenting he had heard we had a command performance at the White House. We need to have your sons looking like two smart young executives in training.
POTUS was in "grandfather mode" as he greeted us and took the hand of each of our imps and gave them a private tour of the "peoples home". To say our imps were impressed would be an understatement and they didn't realize their "tour guide" was the most important man in the free world.
Over dinner we apologized to POTUS only commenting Dale and Dwight fast tracked us and we never realized how many necessities there are in adding two imps to our family. And "speaking freely" sir, you have more important items in your work day than learning about us adopting two imps. What we didn't know was the fact the dead parents of the two imps were the best friends of his son growing up. His son was the best man at the parents wedding and he always felt a special attachment to the family. When we learned of this information, we felt bad not advising POTUS earlier about our adoption. The imps now had a powerful mentor that would influence their lives even beyond the comprehension of us fathers.
As we left the White House our imps jumped into the arms of POTUS and among the hugs smothered him with kisses. To our relief POTUS was smiling and thanked our imps for welcoming him into their hearts.
We sent two exhausted imps off to take their shower and we then kissed them as we tucked them into bed. We fathers would never tire of kissing our sons every night and we hoped they would never feel they were too old to be kissed by their `ole dads.
We immediately arranged for our imps to be evaluated by Doc and he was advised to GENTLY chip them. We don't want them traumatized and fearing you the rest of their lives. Doc was just a Four Star "teddy bear" and we saw a side of Doc few would ever see. We fathers and grandfathers (as well as our security detail) breathed a lot easier after our sons were chipped. We would always be able to locate them in any emergency.
The staff at our Mansion were in overdrive preparing for our Thanksgiving feast. We had so much to be thankful for and our two precious imps were at the top of that list. Our imps were in awe as we drove up to the main doors of our mansion. I just took it for granted growing up in this monster of a home. The imps could each have their own bedroom but opted to sleep together. It wasn't shocking to find two imps crawling into bed with their fathers in the middle of the night. It would take time for our imps to adjust and accept this gothic mansion as one of their homes.
At least their first Christmas at Camp Phoenix went without incident and other than running into their fathers bedroom as we were attempting to have an afternoon "quickie"... two red faced imps apologized and made a strategic withdrawal. The mood was ruined as was the hardness in my lovers cock. We just settled for the balance of the afternoon cuddling and snickering over the episode with our sons. At least they knew their fathers were in love.
As we exited our bedroom and joined our extended family for our evening meal, we saw our imps attached to the arms of their grandfathers. Both of my fathers cornered me and only commented we needed to now remember to lock your bedroom doors. Fortunately, your sons only thought their fathers were wrestling. YOU REALLY LUCKED OUT! You two bought yourself some time before you have to tell them about "the birds and the bees".
We knew we were the gossip among the adults the rest of the evening and our when our sons crawled into our laps they apologized for interrupting our afternoon exercise. We hugged them and kissed them and told them we made the mistake... we should have locked the door if we wanted privacy.
In the middle of the night our sons came running and screaming into our bedroom. Dad, there was a man with a gun in our bedroom and the Angel lady suddenly appeared, she turned into a bear and suddenly the man with the gun vanished before our eyes. Yuuto still had his com and he was coming out of retirement tonight. Within the hour, all of the adults present listen to Yuuto as he confirmed the information shared by our traumatized sons. Someone was in their bedroom and YES Mama Bear did protect her "children". Now it is up to your security detail to figure out who it was and how they breeched your security and gained access to your sons. More importantly, you need to figure out why they wanted your sons. If this was more than a simple kidnap attempt for money, we have a major problem and this won't be the last attempt upon your imps.
Our sons thought they were in jail as we posted two armed guards at their door every night till we left Camp Phoenix. We dads were being over protective and no adult present was blaming us. We all knew the history of the Worthington and the number of times members of their family had faced lethal danger.
The thought of our imps being gang raped to induce us fathers to cough up money terrified us. Fortunately, we had two four star grandfathers that still had plenty of clout with SecDef and POTUS. Our HR Dream Team had a shortened Christmas holiday as POTUS instructed them to find two protectors for our imps and they damn well better be the most qualified men in the military. I'll keep you supplied with coffee, but I want the names of the individuals on my desk with my coffee in forty eight hours.
Our HR Dream Team pulled a couple of consecutive all niters but even amazed themselves with the caliber of men they submitted to POTUS. POTUS messengered information on the men selected commenting they are currently in the air for US to interview and make the selection(s).
As a three star Lieutenant General met each man as he deplaned at Andrews, he advised them security would transport them to the White House. You have the balance of the day free and I suggest you rest up for what you are about to face.
POTUS cleared his schedule and immediately after his 0700 hour breakfast we started the individual interviews of the five candidates. To say each man was in shock at having to face down POTUS would be an understatement. POTUS led each session with the question: "What is your sexual orientation"? None of the men had even considered that question being asked. One man was married, two stated they were bi sexual and two admitted proudly they were gay.
By the end of the day and the end of the five interviews we saw a side of POTUS no one had ever seen before. Adjourning to the Oval Office POTUS served us a double Nectar of the Gods NEAT commenting he was certain we fathers and grandfathers had questions.
"With all due respect sir, we have had previous Presidents do a final interview and approve of Protectors who have been selected but none have participated to the level you just did. We four only have one question... WHY?
As POTUS refilled his Scotch he commented what is now shared goes no further than the walls of this room. The two imps are my biological grandsons. (Damn, none of us saw that coming.) Their parents tried everything possible to conceive and have a family and the cost of invitro was beyond their means. My son was a life long "buddy" of the imps "father" and volunteered his sperm when it was learned it was impossible for his friend to impregnate his wife. It is public knowledge my son was killed in combat and in a letter he left for me only to be opened in the event of his death he confessed he was the biological father of the imps. No one other than the dead parents knew of his involvement and I would like it to remain that way.
Narrow minded people would vilify my son both for being gay and for bringing two sons into the world by unnatural means. I can't publicly announce the imps are my grandsons but I can do everything in my power to protect them. Your homework for tonight is to again review the material you have on the candidates and reach a family decision on your selections by tomorrow morning. You are invited for a 0700 hour breakfast with me which afterwards we will make our selection. You have plenty of work ahead of you tonight and I have a mountain of work to catch up on for playing "hooky" from my job today.
Returning to the Penthouse our partners had tucked our sons into bed for the night and kissed them for us. We apologized for not being able to take them with us for the initial interviews. POTUS has given us the order to review the files on the candidates AGAIN and to be prepared to make our final decision after breakfast tomorrow morning.
Bringing up T&T we asked if they would "grandpa sit" the imps as we have a command performance with POTUS for breakfast in the morning. Advising us to let the imps sleep and we'll order breakfast for them when they finally emerge for the day.
We six adults went through four huge urns of strong black coffee as we reviewed each file we candidly shared with our partners our insight we had as we interviewed each candidate today. It was now 0500 hours and none of us had even thought of bed and sleep. We all agreed it was time for a hot shower and then we can continue our discussion as we head for the White House.
From the dark circles under the eyes of POTUS it was evident he didn't get much sleep (if any) last night. The coffee surged through our bodies and we felt we could continue our discussion over breakfast. The gay men of Alpha Zulu have always provided the best in security for any imp. Many have made the ultimate sacrifice and frankly the two men who proudly admitted to being gay are the ones we would select. POTUS AGREED! (We were all in shock.)
As POTUS met with the five men he thanked the three men not selected and advised them to report to the Pentagon and transportation would be arranged back to their old units. (The poor men not selected didn't even know what they were being considered for.)
Inviting the two men we hoped would accept this posting to join us for breakfast, we were just finishing. The men were still in shock at being selected and they still didn't know for what. At least some nourishing food and plenty of black coffee prepared their bodies for what now they faced.
Gentlemen... As your President, your Commander-in-Chief and most importantly as a caring individual I am asking you to accept the posting as a Protector of two precious imps. Their lives are in danger from persons unknown and frankly I would give my life to protect either imp. If you accept, you will be posted to Alpha Zulu at Fort Connor and assigned as the protectors of the Harriman imps. You will have the authority to use lethal force in protecting them and will always have immediate access to me when you feel it is necessary.
This isn't a baby sitting service! Protectors have been wounded and even killed in action protecting imps. The only question we adults now have for the two of you is #1 will you accept the posting and #2 would you take a bullet for an imp.
Both men knew the answer without even meeting the imps. This was the President of the United States asking them and they knew they could never refuse. Answering YES to each question, POTUS excused himself and advised the fathers can escort you back to their penthouse and you can meet the imps we all hold in such high regard.
Arriving at the Penthouse it was deadly quiet until we realized our imps were down the hall at T&T's. Bringing up T&T on our coms we told them we were back from the White House and could we have our sons back please. T&T only commented we could have them back if they had them for the weekend so they could be spoiled correctly. We all knew T&T would spoil them whether we approved of their weekend vacation from their fathers or we made them stay at home. Telling T&T they might want to join our imps back in our Penthouse and meet the new Protectors POTUS has selected for our imps.
Two red headed bundles of energy burst into our penthouse and jumped into the arms of their fathers. We fathers got smothered in kisses as our sons told us they missed us when they got out of bed, but grandpa T&T told us you were out getting a surprise for us.
We sure hoped our sons were prepared for the "good" news. Informing our sons you made such an impression on POTUS he has selected two men to be your protectors in addition to your security detail. As our sons jumped down and rushed over to the two strangers, they offered their hand which was immediately accepted. As our two new protectors extended both of their arms our imps jumped into them and acknowledged their approval as they hugged and kissed their new protectors.
We had to literally tear the imps out of their arms, but our new Protectors had to visit our friendly tailor and get fitted for their new uniforms. Our imps smiled and told their protectors to enjoy themselves... this man makes wonderful clothes and they truly are customed fitted... as the snickering imps raced back to their bedrooms.
OK, by the time you get back from your uniform fitting it will be time for our evening meal so if you stop for a bite to eat, eat light... tonight will be a family feast.
When our protectors returned, we fathers had to admit we have a problem. For the first time ever we have run out of bedrooms. We have one bedroom left if you don't mind sharing or we can have you billeted one floor down in an Executive Suite.
Our protectors commented there isn't a lot of privacy and little or no modesty in a combat unit. Sharing a bed will be far more comfortable than anything we have been forced to share in combat. Two gay men in one bedroom... you do the math! Our unintentional expectations were exceeded when both men limped their way to breakfast the next morning.
Advising our new Protectors they would be spending the day with Executive Services at Worthington Industries qualifying with their handguns and Bull Pup automatic rifle. We do recommend a small frame Barretta for your ankle gun. We should have your conceal carry permit processed by the end of the week. It was no surprise to any of us adults both men shot EXPERT by the end of the first day with Executive Services.
Returning to the Penthouse they enjoyed our family feast and we then informed our Protectors they were to face our HR Dream Team in the morning and a mountain of paperwork to process for their security clearance. Finally, they had a few hours to themselves that is until the imps found out they were free and challenged them to an electronic battle which their Protectors lost in a blaze of glory. The imps were victorious and made certain their fathers knew they beat their Protectors.
First thing Friday morning their new uniforms were delivered and we fathers commented they may want to change into their new dress uniforms as the Secretary of Defense was our guest for lunch today.
As two shocked Protectors exited their bedroom and in panic told us the wrong uniforms had been delivered. These uniforms were for a Captain and we are only Command Master Sergeants. "Oops, didn't we mention your new posting comes with the rank of Captain?" (Just wait for their six month anniversary and the imps put silver eagles on their shoulders.)
SecDef arrived punctually and commented why don't we get business out of the way so we can enjoy lunch. "Captains, are you prepared to take your commissioning oath?" Within minutes our two Command Master Sergeants pledged their lives and sacred honor and became Officers and Gentlemen. Our imps were so proud of THEIR new Captains.
SecDef enjoyed a leisurely lunch, thanked us and commented he had to return to the Pentagon and face a mountain of paperwork on his desk. As he walked out the door he only commented for our Protector to give Doc his best when we met him at Fort Connor.
Our HR Dream Team confirmed their security clearance had been completed and our two new Protectors were expected at Fort Connor for orientation 0800 hours on Monday. Our new protectors weren't even shocked being met by a security detail with a mini gun and SAW. They were a little shaken when the 1st Sergeant commented they were expected in the office of the Commanding Generals. Facing down one Six Star General is an experience no one wants in life but to face down two... The brandy better be available when they returned to the Penthouse.
Our new Captains found out quickly how supportive their six star "bosses" would be and always as close as their com they would shortly receive. First, you have to face down Doc and I must warn you he gives one hell of a painful shot. We have all survived and frankly he is unequaled as a trauma physician. Time to face your worse nightmare, Doc hates being kept waiting so your destiny awaits you.
We Captains were shocked to meet a four star doctor. The military must hold him in high regard. Our physical exam was standard and he drew more blood than either of us knew we had in our body. He had one shot to update and if the Captains would be so kind as to bare their asses we can get out of his Medical.
My fellow protector never uttered a sound as he was the first to get his shot. From his white knuckles grasping the exam table I had some idea of what to expect. Getting my shot was worse than when I had a hostile shoot me in battle. The Generals were correct... this man gives one painful shot. We limped over to OPS and they all commented we have all experience what you just did so "welcome to the club". Fitted for our new wrist com we were starting to feel like part of Alpha Zulu. When they handed us our secure brief case to hold our laptop and bull pup rifle, we had them repeat the instructions twice as we were in shock our brief case could "take us out" if we screwed up attempting to open it.
Asking my new Protector Partner if he had a few minutes to join me in the Chapel. I wanted to give thanks to God for our new assignment. Meeting a four star Chaplain as we entered the chapel, we were warmly welcomed to the House of God and how could he be of service. Explaining to the Chaplain our new duty assignment we were here to thank God for giving it to us. As we knelt in prayer the Chaplain blessed us and we truly felt we had the blessings of God as we faced the future with our imps.
We followed our noses to the mess and were invited to join the Generals at their table. After our meal the Generals announced to the men the addition of our new Protectors who were assigned to the Harriman imps detail. They will be touring Fort Connor for the balance of the day and all day tomorrow. Help them to understand our operations and answer any questions truthfully and factually.
As we were walking past the pool we were in shock at the men skinny dipping. The naked men didn't bother us but being allowed to skinny dip at any Army base was unheard of. Who was I to complain, the scenery was absolutely perfect other than giving me a major boner.
We were billeted in the Generals guest rooms and if we had known they were sound proof we definitely would have enjoy resolving the hard problems we had from our tour this day. I had to settle for cuddling with my partner and as his hand accidentally brushed against my erect cock it exploded coating his arms with my hot cum.
He only smiled at me and commented this isn't the way he likes to help me but considering our circumstances of the moment he was happy he could be of service. He was taking a "rain check" for our first night back at the Penthouse. (Damn, he just gave me another raging boner!)
I woke before sunrise and I loved the feeling of my fellow protector with his arm draped over my naked body and his hard cock nestled between the cheeks of my ass. Without warning, he held me tight and his hard cock went balls deep into my ass with a single thrust. His seed exploded coating my guts and he just relaxed as his cock softened and slipped from my ass. I could only imagine the intense dream he was experiencing and I was hoping it was of me.
As we showered and dress for morning flag raising, we both had to chuckle to see a couple of naked imps hanging from the top of the base flag poles. The first Sergeant issued the command to "cut them down" as he stifled a chuckle. Apparently, this wasn't the first imp to grace the base flagpoles.
Saluting our flag as the bugler sounded off always was a moment of pride and rededication to me. I was proud to protect our country and I was quickly learning how much I would love my new duty assignment.
As we were in line for breakfast every wrist com on base went off with the ominous "ALERT, ALERT... PENTHOUSE UNDER ARMED INTRUSION... METRO POLICE AND MILITARY SECURITY RESPONDING. ALL MEN TO DUTY STATIONS... THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
As we were locked in the imps bunker we were given a handgun and a bull pup rifle from the locked armory in the bunker. I doubted if any intruder could breech the blast door and survive facing a pack of Wolf Dogs who would be tearing the intruder apart literally. If they survived they would resemble swiss cheese from the firepower they would face. I had no fear of combat, I only hoped no imp would have to see what happens in a firefight. It isn't a pretty sight to see the body parts of any hostile strewn around the ground after a battle. I was prepared to give my life to protect these imps. I was prepared to face whatever fate had for this day. No imp would die or be injured while I was still alive.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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