ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES

 

Chapter 020 – Be Careful What You Ask For

 

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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:

 

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

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

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

Gloria Worthington: aka "Mama Bear" Board Chair of Worthington Industries

(a major multi-national defense contractor)

Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries

John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries

Doug Meat: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Steven Goodman: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

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

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

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

Liam McIntyre: CFO Worthington Industries & Partner of Luke Worthington

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

Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington

Jason Allman: 1^st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Platoon Leader

Matt Longdick: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Squad Leader

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

As our two new young "imps" were staring far too long as the two men on the opposite side of the pool, R.A. swam over and asked if our two new imps could join them. As they chatted freely our twins were shocked when the soldiers brazenly asked if they liked what they saw. As they sputtered out their reply they were embarrassed to admit they indeed liked the bodies of these two men. "You are welcome to join us in our quarters" as they jumped out of the pool and started drying off. As they wrapped there towels around their waist they commented: "Cumming"? (As a lecherous smile creeped across the soldiers faces.)

 

The twins spent little time removing themselves from the pool and the well endowed erections between their legs made it obvious their intentions. R.A. wanted to stay at the pool and enjoy the "scenery" which was his code for finding a hot body to fuck his brains out.

 

The door had barely closed on their quarters and two naked soldiers joined two naked teenagers in a passionate embrace with our teenagers experiencing two soldiers who definitely knew how to use their tongues and loved foreplay as much as giving and receiving an orgasm.

 

Our teenagers had lusted and now it was time that lust was consummated as they were gently pushed to their knees and now were at eye level with two super hard pieces of prime Army "beef". Gently the head of these Army cocks pasted over their lips, across their tongues and snaked down their throats causing them to chock and sputter as firm hands held their heads in place. They were to learn by experience what it was like to be skull fucked and swallow an immense amount of prime Army baby batter.

 

As excited as our two soldiers were it only took minutes and their balls burst forth copious amounts of hot ball juice causing our twin teens to chock as they tried their best to swallow every drop. They looked hilarious as cum flowed freely from their nose and combined with the overflow from their mouths.

 

Our soldiers weren't without compassion and looking at the obvious hardons between our twins legs dropped and engulfed every inch without any hesitation. Our teens couldn't contain their lust and passion, blasted forth their sweet cream as the soldiers cleaned off their cocks with their talented tongues. As they lavished their talented tongues over the super sensitive post orgasmic heads of our young teens their bodies convulsed and they begged them to stop.

 

As the four wrapped their arms around each other our soldiers thanked them for such a wonderful time and told them their door was always open for them. And, when they were ready to give up their asses to a prime piece of Army beef they hoped they could be allowed that honor.

 

Our twin teenagers were exhausted but elated at the wonderful experience they had just shared. Returning to their quarters they collapsed in the lounge area and dwelled upon their most recent experience in their sexual development. The brothers looked at each other and adjourned to their bedroom to resolve their hardness between their legs as only twin brothers can.

 

R.A. walked in holding the hand of a soldier as he entered his bedroom and locked the door. This was definitely going to be a quickie so close to retreat but for R.A. a quickie is better than a hand any time of the day or night.

 

After retreat and a wonderful meal Steven and I returned to our quarters to relax for the evening. Logan and Alex walked in and asked if we had time to chat with them. "I always have time for my son and his friend." As they became comfortable and they couldn't figure out how to start their first sentence Steven simply said: "Spit it out"! Alex surely did: "Dad, we are having problems in the bedroom". "Logan has grown so much in the past few months his cock hurts like hell when he fucks me." "How do you manage to handle "Meat" as horny as you two get at times?"

 

Steven looked at me and I nodded my consent... When your fathers and I have sex it always hurts when he enters me. Considering the size he has been blessed with, it would be almost impossible to have sex without some pain, but he is always a gentleman even when he is horny as hell. And, he makes sure I enjoy myself and have one or more fantastic orgasms.

 

The "Generals" (Adam & Randy) took my cherry before they introduced me to your father and I have never regretted giving it up to them. They are such a wonderful couple and so much in love. I learned so much more from them than simply having an orgasm.

 

When your father and I first had sex I thought I had been torn into two pieces... I had never felt such pain but then when the pleasure kicked in I lost count of the number of orgasms he gave me. When you are deeply in love with a man you accept the pain knowing the tightness of your body is giving your partner so much pleasure. It is your commitment and willing sacrifice to such a wonderful man to have in your life.

 

Always use plenty of lube and until your bodies are ready to accept a sudden intrusion use plenty of patience and always communicate your feelings. Even after all these years and the hundreds of time we have enjoyed having sex the pain still feels so wonderful knowing I can pleasure the man of my dreams.

 

I don't know who was "redder": Logan, Alex or myself. I had never heard Steven talk about his feelings so intensely regarding our sex life. I love this man and tonight is a night I'll definitely send him to Nirvana a few times.

 

Logan and Alex thanked us for our candor and retired to Alex's bedroom. As I heard the lock set I looked at Steven and "mouthed": "Tonight your ass is mine"!

 

Being at Alert for so long definitely had caused both of us to neglect our sex life. We still had an egocentric Sheik who wanted one of our imps in revenge for a supposed insult to him. It can be difficult to locate some of these nomadic individuals. I know all the intelligence agency were working hard but when someone has so much money and too many contacts it is almost impossible to eliminate the threats without eliminating the "head of the snake".

 

The ominous: "ALERT ALERT INTRUDER AT THE AIRFIELD" resounded throughout the base. Shots were being fired as imps were grabbed and thrown into their panic room. Alex and Logan got the experience of R.A. being grabbed and throw in naked as the day they were born. It was all too obvious to their "roommates" what they had been enjoying.

 

Apparently, a major assault upon our base had failed so the next step was a stealth attack. Someone had stolen a ride aboard a cargo plane and fortunately staff noticed him slipping onto base and sounded the alert.

 

He had no chance of breaching the imps secure quarters but he could cause severe damage to our base. He had a hundred armed men to his "one" so I knew he couldn't succeed. But, he could injure or kill one or more of our men and that thought was always in the back of my mind. I activated Connor and told him to neutralize the intruder. I wasn't taking any chances of losing a soldier. Within minutes the silence was deafening and I could hear Steven's voice on the Com verifying the intruder had been neutralized.

 

Logan and Alex crept into Logan's bedroom now that it was evident to all what they wanted to finish. The rest of the shaken imps tried to relax and enjoy a quiet evening among the screams of passion emanating from Logan's bedroom. (Not to self: Check with maintenance in the AM to see what is necessary to sound proof our bedroom walls.)

 

The after action report gave clarity to the situation and I notified the base commander from which the cargo plan departed of his lack of security. He wasn't happy being "dressed" down by me but I wasn't happy having an intruder on my base, so live with it!

 

I placed letters of commendation in the files of the men who sounded the Alert. Without their quick action lives would have been in danger, both soldiers and imps. And, we still remained at Alert! I wanted to requisition a jet, head to the middle-east and eliminate a Sheik myself.

 

Noah asked me to check on Hayao and I assured him he was fine or Steven would have told me already. I told Noah he could stay up past his bed time and I'd have Hayao visit him before he had to go on duty that night. Noah hugged and kissed me and I was so glad to still have my "little boy" in my life.

 

I was on the Com with the Generals and Luke apprising them of the incursion and the resolution. I also commented to Luke that the blast door closing had to be modified NOW, it couldn't wait till the next maintenance cycle. I was assured he would have a team fly out to resolve the problem in the morning.

 

By the time Steven finished putting the base back to a normal Alert status it was well after midnight and any romantic atmosphere for the night had been destroyed. As Steven crawled into bed with me he held me and whispered: "I never tell you enough how much I love you". His words were almost as good as an orgasm. But, I was definitely taking a "rain check" on the sex. It seemed like everyone on base was enjoy a great sex life but Steven and me. This had to change.

 

I had the sergeant who supervised the maintenance staff join me in my office and I asked him what it would take to put sound deadening foam in the walls of my bedroom. He said two to three days depending on how long it took the paint to dry. Steven and I could live in our spare bedroom for that long so please put it on the schedule asap. He smile as he asked permission to leave.

 

Finally, the news was announced our egocentric Sheik had been eliminated and that we could finally return to a resemblance of a normal life. Two days later Randy and Adam arrived on Worthington One with Luke. I was surprised and ask what was the occasion. I got tag teamed by the three of them and was told it was all too obvious I was too stressed and they didn't want to lose me to any "mental health" problems. As they asked Steven to join us they announced we were taking a two week vacation on a remote Caribbean island all expenses paid. (It is cheaper and more enjoyable than a psych ward!) You leave in the morning so go pack. Adam and Randy are staying here to take care of Fort Connor until you return. No discussion or argument, go pack! Make sure to pack plenty of sunscreen and lube.

 

As Steven and I returned to "civilization" with Luke on Worthington One we couldn't thank him enough but I still felt guilty not being with my family at Fort Connor. (I guess they needed a vacation from me also.) The first night on the beach sharing love with Steven I cried knowing how much I had neglected him of late. I love this man with every fiber of my being and I never want to have a day without him in my life. Yes, even after so many years together we are in love!

 

The sex that night was tender and passionate. The orgasms we shared were massive and wonderful. Just holding him in my arms being naked under the stars, kissing his lips, feeling him returning my tenderness and romance... I could never thank Luke enough.

 

We went through a case of sun screen and two cases of lube in the two weeks of R&R. Walking down the plane ramp when we returned we were two bronze Gods returning to "paradise". The First Sergeant quipped: "Any tan lines" and just smiled from ear to ear.

 

As we settled back into our quarters I couldn't help but smell the odor of fresh paint. Privacy, finally!!! Our sons came running in and we hugged and kissed with wild abandonment. We truly missed our family but we needed time for ourselves and they were now old enough to understand and were happy for us.

 

At evening retreat and the following meal the men erupted spontaneously when we entered the mess. We thanked them for all the assistance they gave the Generals and confirmed how happy we were to be back with them. Randy and Adam flew back to Washington in the morning after spending a wonderful evening with us reminiscing of the events that made us a loving family.

 

The holiday season was upon us and the parents of our four newest imps asked their sons to join them at home for the holidays. Worthington security would protect them once they reached their secure homes and we would only be responsible for their transportation to and from their residences.

 

Luke and John invited Alex and Noah to spend Christmas with their family at Fort Connor and Noah asked if Hayao could be assigned for his "protection". I simply smiled and asked who is going to protect him from you?

 

As much as Steven and I would love to join Luke and John our family of soldier at Fort Connor dictate our presence remain here. Besides, I loved playing Santa and I feel the part more every year. The mess staff seems to outdo themselves annually when they prepare the holiday meal. I'm constantly impressed with the quality of food they prepare for every meal. If it wasn't for the treadmills and the weight room I'd never pass my physical each year. Besides, dress uniforms are outrageously expensive and I'm CHEAP!

 

As soon as all our imps had flown the "coop" I turned to the First Sergeant and asked if he and Captain Allen could handle the operations for the rest of the day. His simple reply of "With pleasure, Sir" was all that was necessary for Steven and me to test how soundproof our bedroom walls now were.

 

As Steven and I entered our desolate quarters it simply was too quiet. It had been so long since we were actually alone it was hard to absorb the fact we were alone together. Steven poured two neat Scotch for us to enjoy we quietly sat wrapped in the arms of the man I loved. Steven was totally out of character cuddling and being so romantic. Oh, how I hoped this was the new and revised version of the man I love.

 

As I looked into his beautiful eyes our lips touched and we kissed with the passion of youth. I knew this was a night I needed him to fuck my ass and as I lead him by his hand to our love nest he knew what I intended.

 

Our BDUs dropped to the floor as our bodies entwined falling onto our king sized bed. Our erections were at full mast and the foreplay was just the icing on the cake. I was leaking like an old washing machine as I got on all fours and raised my ass offering it up to the man I loved. He didn't need a second invitation.

 

He quickly lubed my ass and his cock and gently entered my willing body. Yes, I felt the pain of his entrance but it quickly turned to the ultimate pleasure as he wrapped his arms around me, whispering how much he loved me. He gently rode my ass as I felt his balls explode and coat my gut with his liquid love. We rolled onto our sides still encased in his strong arms and with his hardness still encased in my body.

 

We spent the night together, in his arms, draining his balls, causing Mt. Meat to erupt spontaneously, knowing how I wanted to grow old with this man never forgetting Connor Williams and how I loved the two of them equally.

 

Steven was never jealous of Connor, he knew from day #1 my love of him and my feelings at his loss. Steven held me when I had dark moments remembering the night he was killed. If it wasn't for this wonderful man who shares my life and my bed I would have been with Connor in death years ago. Steven has given me a purpose in life and Fort Connor has giving me a home and family to fulfill my destiny. The loss of Connor Williams was a traumatic moment in my life but without enduring his loss I wouldn't be the man or the soldier I am today.

 

I asked Steven to join me with the Chaplain in the morning. I asked if after our sons returned from the holiday would the Chaplain officiate a renewal of our vows. The jungle grapevine was blazing with the good news and I knew Luke, John, Connor and Billy Bob as well as Randy, Adam, Mama Bear and the General would also be in attendance.

 

Fort Connor was on full tactical alert due to all the dignitaries in attendance. OPS broadcast the service and it was available on the base server for anyone to watch if their work wouldn't allow them to share it in real time. Steven and I were shocked when we exited the chapel to a dazzling gleam of sunlight shining off of a non-ending line of soldier with raised sabers congratulating us on this special moment in our lives.

 

Our new deluxe armored Land Rover awaited us to whisk us off to a VIP suite that was ablaze with all the nuisances a newly wedded couple could desire. (I imagine Captain Allen and the Sergeants had a field day planning our honeymoon.) The mess staff delivered a wedding feast of medium rare prime rib and all the side offerings that I could imagine. (I'm certain Max will be joining us on the tread mills for all of next week.) This is the tender and romantic moment I wanted to share with the man I love and let him know I will love him until the end of time.

 

Alex and Noah were perfect gentlemen during our wedding service and for the duration of our honeymoon. As were the imps so I figured I'd be paying the price soon for their good behavior. Our four new residents were starting to bond with the imps so I never knew what to expect or from whom. Just go with the flow, Steven and I have faced difficult challenges before just so they don't swap out our lube ever again.

 

Romance was in the air at Fort Connor and Doc was inundated with a barrage of overused and consensual sex injuries. To my shock a large number of requests to be married were asked for my approval. I was always happy when I could see two people in love bond for the rest of their lives and eternity. Now that we had a permanent Chaplain I required they have premarital counseling before I would approve their request.

 

I was sitting in front of a mountain of paperwork when my Com went off and OPS advised it had received a silent emergency alarm from the Chapel. I knew our Chaplain and Captain Allen had made a death notice of a brother of one of our Soldier who had been stationed in the middle-east. As security secured the chapel I quietly entered to find our Soldier squatting in a corner, his Glock in his hand. The Chaplain and Captain Allen were quietly attempting to resolve the problem and were having some success. As I approached and addressed the soldier his attention to me was adequate for the Chaplain (forever proactive) to reach under his desk, pull out a Taser and resolve the problem. (I doubt if that was ever taught in Chaplain's school.)

 

Security assisted the soldier to Medical and he was put on a suicide watch until Doc and the Chaplain could help him to understand his grief and loss. Steven suggested I talk to Doc and the Chaplain and see if sharing my loss with the soldier would be of any assistance. I would do anything to help one of my men even sharing this most traumatic moment of my life.

 

We kept this all "in house" as we didn't want this to follow him throughout his service career. We made certain once he was released from medical he was never alone. The sergeants made certain even when he took a crap someone was there holding the toilet paper for him. And when he cried he always had someone to wrap their arms around him and tell him he would never be alone.

 

As he left for the funeral and to be with his family I assigned two men to be with him. Never to leave him alone. They slept on either side of him, showered with him, left the door open when he went to the "john"... they were his second skin. I was amazed his entire squad volunteered to be with him at the funeral and it was difficult to choose which two to select. I decided upon two soldiers who had supportive family and younger brothers at home. I hoped they could relate and help our "brother in arms" through this traumatic moment in his life.

 

A month later this soldier knocked at my office door and request permission to enter. He apologized for his action and I assured him there was no record of this incident either in his permanent file or in any of the Chaplain's or Doc's records. We all understood his grief and if he had a relapse and started to have any adverse feelings don't hesitate to come to any of us regardless of the time of day or night. You are part of our family and we all love you.

 

As I shared his tears I knew all so well the feelings he had and was having. If it hadn't been for Steven I might be in this man's shoes. There were moments I seriously considered eating my Glock. With every passing day I can never thank Randy, Adam and Luke for giving Fort Connor a Chapel and such a fine Chaplain. Combined with Doc in medical it truly is a "dream team". (Let's not forget Max who earned a mountain of doggie treats assisting our dream team.)

 

The best therapy in these traumatic loss cases is to know they are wanted and needed. As soon as Doc and the Chaplain thought appropriate I had the First Sergeant return his Glock and Uzi and assign him to base security. An extremely high risk and position of major importance. He asked I be told he was most thankful for my faith in him and he would never do anything to betray the trust I had returned to him. Crises diverted!

 

The imps were too polite and to quiet for too long... they were planning something and I knew it was simply a matter of time before they struck AGAIN! They were just being normal adolescent and blowing off stream and stress the best they can and had 100+ "brothers" to harass. They needed to remember their "brothers" weren't shy about getting even and they would pay the price.

 

Their latest prank was turning off all the hot water to all the showers in all four squads living quarters. The shrieks of surprise emanated from their living quarters as naked soldiers took a quick shower and vowed revenge on whoever was the cause. The imps had created a problem which now they had to face.

 

As they came running to Steven and me for protection their pleadings fell on deaf ears. I trusted the men to act appropriately and it would be far better for them to demand retribution than for me to wear out my hand on their naked asses. The entire base conspired to get even with the imps. The men pulled an inflatable pool from stores, the mess staff froze up a mountain of block ice and the entire staff quietly filled the pool with water and floating blocks of ice.

 

Suddenly, with the stealth of a special ops mission their living quarters were breached and seven naked imps removed and thrown in a freezing pool of water stark naked. Even though Alex and Noah weren't part of the conspiracy I left our quarters unlocked so they would receive parody. (Hey, no special treatment just because they are my sons.) As nine frozen shivering naked adolescent emerged from the freezing water it wasn't quite so funny when the prank was on them. Far fairer than my hand on their naked ass and saved me from an aching hand to cope with for days. Of course, the hot water to their quarters was turned off for the night so any thought of warming up with a hot shower was to no avail. The retribution was a well planned and executed op. I informed the Sergeants my compliments as to the resolution of the problem.

 

Alex and Noah were sputtering the next morning claiming their innocence and I simply told them when you are a team it is for better or worse. SUCK IT UP!

 

The retaliation of the men against the imps cooled their jets for a few months but I knew it was only a matter of time and they would have a new prank to pull on someone. I was just hoping it wasn't Steven or I who were the recipients.

 

Spring was in the air and the number of men walking hand in hand around our base on their off duty hours kept the Chaplain extremely busy with his counseling sessions. To my surprise, the knock at my door was from the Chaplain asking if I could spare him a few minutes. Without question I invited him to enter.

 

After avoiding the "elephant in the room" the Chaplain finally admitted he wanted to ask permission to propose to an enlisted man and if he accepted would I approve their marriage. I assured him if they were in love nothing would stop it from happening. He asked to be excused and I had little doubt what was next on his agenda for the day.

 

To my surprise a few days later the Chaplain returned with the young man who had considered eating his Glock and the two of them requested admittance to my office. I looked at the Chaplain who acknowledged the young man had said YES! As the two lovers sat in my office turning twenty shades of red I asked Steven to join us. I announced the nuptials of our two good friends and Steven and I were the first to congratulate them on their commitment and future.

 

Captain Allen quietly entered my office with four glasses and a fresh bottle of single malt Scotch. I told him to grab another glass and we would celebrate this wonderful occasion. I never drank on duty or in my office but this is one occasion I felt breaking my own rules was warranted.

 

I was even more shocked when over the next few weeks the Chaplain had ten men who asked if they could be married at the same time. Twelve members of our family bound in matrimony for life a record for any Army base and definitely not something the Pentagon wanted published in "Stars and Stripes".

 

To our surprise the civilian authority did not require an ordained minister to officiate at the marriage ceremony and the Chaplain asked Steven and I to officiate. (Wow, something new in my job description... I was shaking in my boots. He'd definitely have to help me practice the ceremony so I didn't botch it.) Captain Allen assisted us so we too didn't botch it too bad. (How did I ever survive without an adjutant?) We had to do some unique shuffling of quarters to find adequate housing for our six newlyweds to consummate their marriage and enjoy their honeymoon. But, never leave it to a determined group of Army men to figure out a way to make it happen. Life at Fort Connor was at a "high" never known before.

 

My food budget was well in excess of projection for the quarter considering the number of "receptions" that it had incurred. I admitted to Luke why and he simple said "Don't sweat it, he had discretionary funds to handle such an wonderful emergency". Max and I spent many an extra hour on the treadmills working off the marriage feasts but it was worth every calorie consumed.

 

It felt nice to have a normal life and simply manage a secure base. The day to day monotony was dangerous as the incursions. Complacency I think is more dangerous than any incursion. Time for "Gun" drills and "ALERTS" day and night. If Alex and Noah wanted to sleep "ala natural" they best get their naked butts locked down and then get dressed. R.A. was my wild card and even though he asked permission to spend the night with one of my men he was always the last person to be locked in the panic room. (Occasionally, even wearing clothes!)

 

My heart went into panic mode when my Com blasted off "ALERT ALERT UNAUTHORIZED INTRUSION OF OUR AIRSPACE"! Everyone scrambled to their duty station and I really was concerned when OPS advised me the incursion was from an armed drone. The individual in control could be anywhere in the world. And, whoever was on its "joy stick" was damn good, good enough to avoid our drones and our missiles. However, when it got in range our new Phalanx system tore it to pieces. I immediately made Randy, Adam and Luke aware of our newest threat and hoped Camp Phoenix had an additional Phalanx system installed. Luke assured me it would be installed immediately. A drone might tear up the place but it couldn't breech the panic room that was installed. Like Fort Connor's panic room possibly a MOAB (Mother of all Bombs) or a direct hit with a Nuke might breech it but he doubted anything else could.

 

We were back on high alert 24/7 again and were glad when the Air Force was flying high cover and a destroyer was cruising nearby. We all looked at each other and wondered who was the target this time around.

 

Luke and John sure didn't get much sleep and when they video conferenced with me the next morning it was obvious they were stressed to the max. "What else can we do to help?" At the moment all that can be done has been done. We have all the technology and protection of the United States Military and the Worthington Brain Trust. If I can think of anything we need I won't hesitate to ask you for assistance.

 

The fathers were concerned for their sons but they were also concerned for our four new additional imps as well as the 100+ men of Fort Connor. We men knew the risks when we enlisted in the Army. These boys should be getting a hickey in the back seat of a car or feeling up a girl/guy trying to get them to go all the way. They are forced to become adults years before it would be normal. I can only believe that being alive at Fort Connor is better than being assassinated or murdered living at home. I walk a tight rope trying to give them a life worth living and with some normalcy.

 

The requisition I submitted the next morning for munitions with a RUSH DELIVERY was bigger than that of most third world countries. I was never going to be in the position of being "out gunned". I made certain that every squad had at least fifteen men with high capacity 12 gauge shotguns. They only have about a 15-20 foot kill range but they will take out the side of a house with a single shot. (And, it didn't take much accuracy... just point and pull the trigger.)

 

The last line of defense was always Max and he was as much a tool to help the imps with their stress in an attack and being locked up as he was to protect them if by any chance someone could breech their panic room. At the first attempt to breech the blast door all the imps would be locked in the furthest bedroom which had been hardened against attack. Max would take out the throat of the first person to enter that room if he hadn't been given the command to "stand down". Yes, the imps were safe but what a way to grow up.

 

I tried to get the imps life back to as normal as possible and that meant school and homework. (What every child enjoys in life.) At least griping about homework and me making them go to school gave them a release for their tension. Yeah, the old "kick the cat syndrome". (If it wasn't for all the landmines around Fort Connor I'd love to have a cat in residence. I'd love a Siamese cat even if cleaning the litter box is a pain in the ass.)

 

Again we had to wait for the intelligence agency to sort through all the latest communications and try to figure out who the culprit(s) was this time. (Luke has to learn to play well with others.) I knew he could be a real hard ass when he was in CEO mode.

 

Steven knew I was stressed to the MAX and when he flipped the lock on our bedroom door I knew what he had on his agenda. Mt. Meat hadn't been conquered in a few weeks and the thought of a tight ass like Steven's and seeing his beautiful body ride the "mountain" had me standing at full attention in a fraction of a minute. Not a lot of foreplay because we both were exhausted but he lubed up Mt. Meat and slide down its full length on the first try. He dick burst forth and his ball juice coated my stomach, chest and face. We smiled at each other as he rode me to an explosive climax. We grabbed our towels and headed to our showers hoping we didn't meet Alex or Noah along the way. (How do parents ever find the time or the availability to conceive their second or third child?)

 

As Steven and I slept soundly as only one can after such an intense and enjoyable night of passion and sex we bounded out of our bed to the sound of both Phalanx guns spitting out 12,000+ rounds per minute. The next sound was an explosion which rocked every building on our base. I told Steven to lock Alex and Noah in the "bunker" and join me in OPS.

 

OPS was a madhouse everyone trying to figure out what happened and why we had no forewarning from any of our sensors. The mess hall had taken the brunt of the explosion and fortunately at this hour of the night it contained a minimal staff. Fire suppression and rescue teams immediately responded. I had OPS send out a general alert for assistance stating we were under a missile attack. Within minutes I was in a combined video conference with the Pentagon, the White House Situation Room and Luke/John. I appraised them I had no idea what caused our Phalanx guns to go to auto mode but it apparently saved us from a major amount of destruction and death.

 

The President advised they were redirection a carrier battle group to our vicinity for support. They would arrive in about six hours. We'd have Air Force jets overhead within minutes and the Coast Guard would have ships patrolling the shallow water between us and the mainland where it would be difficult for the Navy ships to operate. If this was a hostile attack upon the United States the culprit would pay with their life.

 

After Luke, John and their brain trust poured over the mountain of electronic data the only conclusion the damage was caused by a cruise missile. It had been rumored the Chinese had developed a stealth cruise missile which now apparently is no longer a rumor. It is doubtful the Chinese were the culprits but the consensus was they either sold or had one or more stolen from them.

 

As the damage reports came in it was apparent the mess hall was out of commission for weeks. Only one person was on duty and fortunately he was in the freezer when the explosion occurred which protected him from serious injury although having a few frozen sides of beef land on ones body is almost as bad as getting shot at point blank range.

 

I asked for a plane load of MREs (Meals Ready to Eat) on the second cargo plane. It would be two to three weeks before we had our food service back in operation.

 

The President calmly stated whatever we needed just contact the Secretary of Defense and it would be our top priority. I thanked him and ended the call. Now to join Steven and see the destruction and formulate a game plan for protection and rebuilding Fort Connor.

 

As the morning sun rose I was surprised anyone survived the explosion which appeared to be in super close proximity to the Mess. The Phalanx is a "close in" support anti-missile gun and if it was a cruise missile it was too damn close for comfort. With no warning it would have been impossible to lock down all the imps during a normal day of activities. I asked Luke for two more stationary Phalanx guns which we received within days. Worthington techs were on site within hours trying to find any remnants of the missile in the hopes of modifying our sensors to pick up any further missile attacks. At an actual cost of over $1,000,000.00 USD per missile and even more on the black market, someone really had a grudge against an imp or someone at Fort Connor. This "cold war" was escalating and I still had to keep our imps and our sons safe.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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