It was the day before the rededication of Fort Connor. After lunch, Rod and I decided to take a casual walk around base, meet the new men and thank them for all their dedicated hard work in rebuilding OUR Fort Connor. (It was their home as much as it was ours!)

 

Our dedicated Command Sergeant Major was nearing meltdown as he was demanding every item on the "punch list" be completed before our guests arrive in the morning for our rededication service. Rod and I told our good friend to take it down a few levels... this base has never looked better.

 

We were so impressed of the rebuilt and a little imp by the name of Omoikane who made it all possible finishing early and under budget. Omoikane didn't make many friends with the contractors and subcontractors and the Sea Bees definitely wanted to put out a hit on the little imp. But was Congress impressed with him. His efficiency and proficiency would come back to haunt him as he was asked to be the project manager on even more builds in his future.

 

Mama Bear cornered our Command Sergeant Major and had a long detailed chat with him. An Army transport plane would be landing shortly containing two covered items. One is a White Statuario marble of the Virgin Mary and needs to be placed on the small altar to the left side of the main Altar. The other covered item is a bronze statue of a little imp named Roger that goes on the small altar on the right side of the main Altar. Please try to be discrete in doing this as I want them to be a gift to the men of Alpha Zulu.

 

When OPS announced a supply transport landing, I authorized the landing and never thought anything more about it. Lately we had dozens of supply planes landing every day.

 

As Omoikane and Junior became the tour guide for Mama Bear and Rod and I drew the short straw and ended up being the guide for POTUS, SecDef, the Pentagon Brass and the leaders of Congress. The first comment POTUS made when he saw the extensive renovations of Fort Connor finished... "How in the hell did you do this under budget"?

 

I just smiled at the man and told him he would have to ask that question of the Project Manager Omoikane. He deserves the credit although I doubt if the Sea Bees ever want to hear his name mentioned again.

 

As we were just walking the grounds, POTUS complimented whoever was responsible for the landscaping... The landscaping turned this from a Military Camp to a HOME for the men of Alpha Zulu... But really? AN OLYMPIC ALL-WEATHER TRACK AND ARTIFICIAL TURF SOCCER FIELD? Just wait till you see our refurbished OLYMPIC pool. I just smiled at POTUS and told him to remember this project came in UNDER BUDGET!

 

Finally, I had the Command Sergeant Major assign a new private to each of our guests to give them a detailed "walk around" of Fort Connor. The poor private who ended up being the tour guide for POTUS had soggy "tighty whities" by the time the tour was over.

 

I wondered why there was security posted at the entrances to the Chapel and asking the Command Sergeant Major I was advised I wasn't cleared for that information. (OK, I've got more important things to worry about today and OPS was announcing one of the most important.) Vatican One requesting permission to land. GRANTED, as Rod and I headed off to our new airfield to greet His Holiness Pope Domonic.

 

Rod and I knelt out of respect and kissed the Papal Ring. Cardinal Emmanuel quickly arrived and took over as the tour guide for Pope Domonic, one of our original Fort Connor Chaplains.

 

As the tours concluded everyone followed their nose to the Mess Hall and our talented culinary team had indeed outdid themselves with Prime Rib of Buffalo with all the trimmings. Even Raspberry Cheesecake which I swear was as good as what the Washington Marriott served.

 

Cornering the 1^st Sergeant who heads our culinary team, I asked bluntly what happened to the Raspberry Cheesecake. It is as good as what the Marriott served. The 1^st Sergeant smiled from ear to ear and only commented he "outsourced" desert for this special occasion. The 1^st Sergeant assured me there would be enough Raspberry Cheesecake left over for me to enjoy with our evening meal. When I returned to my office, I put a letter of commendation into the file of the 1^st Sergeant.

 

As our luncheon concluded, His Holiness the Pope asked to make a few comments. He thanked Alpha Zulu for welcoming him back to his "home". We have three goals to accomplish today. 1) Rededicate the Basilica of Fort Connor to the Glory of God. 2) Elevate a little angel by the name of Roger to Sainthood. 3) I understand our Alpha Zulu Generals want to rededicate their wedding vows. We will begin the rededication service at 1430 hours in the chapel.

 

Precisely at 1430 hours the music indicated this show was to start. Cardinal Emmanuel and Pope Domonic led us down the center aisle of our new Basilica. Rod and I escorted Gloria followed by POTUS, Omoikane, Junior and the balance of the Worthington clan.

 

I had to complement our HR Dream Team. When I asked them to find us a Chaplain's Assistant who was proficient at playing the organ, did they come through! Our organ never sounded better, and it truly added to the beauty of the ceremonies today at Fort Connor.

 

The dedication of the Basilica of Fort Connor went without incident. But, when the Pope elevated Roger to Sainthood, there wasn't a dry eye among any member of Alpha Zulu or any of the imps. Roger was indeed loved by us all.

 

Now it was time for Rod and me to go "front and center". We spoke our wedding vows unrehearsed and from our hearts. Both His Holiness Pope Domonic and Cardinal Emmanuel bless us as the men of Alpha Zulu praised their leaders and congratulated us.

 

Finally the words resounded throughout the Basilica: "Go in peace, this mass has ended"! POTUS and his guests excused themselves as they had to return to Washington. Pope Domonic had already advised us he was needed elsewhere immediately after the religious service had concluded.

 

We "newlyweds" were left in the tender loving care of our family, extended family and our Alpha Zulu family. We were escorted to our mansion to find an armed security detail and Adela posted at our main doors assuring we wouldn't be interrupted this night.

 

Our home was illuminated with more candles than I dream possible and rose petals lined the path to our bedroom. We found two bottles of chilled champagne in our bedroom and a case of lube and a case of Doc's super lube. (I only wondered if I would be able to get out of bed in the morning.) Our bed was turned down and covered with Rose Petals. On my side of the bed was a discrete note from Doc commenting: "House calls provided upon request"! (Oh, I will get even!)

 

By the time we were released from our romantic honeymoon and allowed back into our Fort Connor, the Command Sergeant Major had teams of men modifying our memorial garden which was necessary to add all the marble markers of the men we lost but also to provide for the placement of a full size impish angel in beautiful White Statuario marble wearing the owl glasses of Saint Roger.

 

Few of us notice the occasional droplet of rain which we knew were Roger's tears. Roger accepted his death helped so many imps and his eternal life brought happiness to many adults also. God had also honored Roger today elevating him to be a Seraphim. Roger felt so humbled. The mass of lightning that night we all knew was Roger showing off his new wings and testing them to the max like any teenager who just received his first car.

 

Saint Roger was honored by all of us but just plain `ole Roger was loved in the hearts of everyone who ever had ever passed through the gate of Fort Connor.

 

We only smiled at our Cardinal Chaplain when he came to us and acknowledging he had received over 1,000 requests for permission to visit Fort Connor and see our new Basilica. I offered a compromise. I pulled in one of the many IOU's from SecDef and had Army Public Affair do a pictorial of the history and renovation of our Basilica, our Carillon and our Memorial Garden. Once finished, it would be posted to Army.gov and anyone can have a 3D self-guided tour of our Basilica. SecDef actually exceeded my request and made the new posting a pictorial of Alpha Zulu and all of Fort Connor. We knew POTUS was smiling when within a week we had over 10,000 new requests from existing soldiers' adding to our pool of potential soldiers to select from when we needed replacements.

 

Within a month our "pictorial" had over 1,000,000 visitors and the count kept growing every day. Alpha Zulu had always been considered a premier posting in the Army and we now knew we had tangible proof it was.

 

Finally, a few weeks later I was actually seeing our administrative team functioning as a well-oiled machine. Yes, we had some egos to deal with occasionally, but any family has that experience.

 

Omoikane really outdid himself renovating our secure conference room. It actually was a mini amphitheater. Plus, a huge projection screen covering the entire wall behind us that could easily be seen by anyone in the staggered elevated seating. How Rod and I missed the days of the small intimate staff meetings.

 

Finally, the inevitable happened. POTUS ON VIDEO.COM FOR YOU GENERALS! Bring him on... knowing what to expect POTUS was all too jovial as he told us we were to be wheels up at 0800 hours on Monday. Take your new son with you. He deserves to see the real world. He must feel like a canary in a gilded cage by now. DISCONNECT.

 

That evening as we relaxed in the Great Room of our Mini Mansion... our new son joined us and we knew it was time to give our son the first test of being his fathers. "POTUS has us on an Around the World Junket starting on Monday morning. Would you like to go with us or stay here with the Command Sergeant Major and the Colonel?"

 

Our son ran into our arms and thanked us for inviting him to be part of our real world. Hell YES, I want to go. The scream that emanated from his mouth when my oversized paw made contact with the cheek of his ass brought our security detail bursting through our main doors. Seeing our son rubbing his ass, they only commented: "We'll be outside if you need us sirs."

 

"Dads, that hurt!" It was meant to, and we did warn you that you would learn manners the easy way or the hard way. You now know what to expect when you choose the hard way.

 

Sit in the comfortable chair if it doesn't hurt too much... We would like the Chaplain to baptize you before we leave on our junket. But only if you approve. Our son ran into our arms raining tears of happiness. We were finally breaking through the hard shell he had developed protecting himself from further harm. He was starting to believe we loved him as our son and not just as another person at Fort Connor for which we assumed responsibility.

 

Now, for the bad news... Make an appointment with Doc tomorrow as you'll need your shots updated and possibly upgraded for this trip. Really, Dads! My ass still hurts from the first shot he gave me. (Our son was quickly out of range of my paw as he knew another swat and he would be sleeping on his stomach tonight.)

 

Standing out of "paw range" we informed our son: No Shots, No Trip! Your Choice... either way we fly out at 0800 hours on Monday.

 

The next evening our son advised us he had talked with the Chaplain and he had to decide on what name he wanted to use for his baptism. He had no idea of what injections Doc had given him, but his ass was super sore and he was super sick. Feeling the forehead of our son, Rod and I walked him to Medical for Doc to evaluate him.

 

Doc and his staff did a cursory evaluation and commented this was expected considering the immunizations he had to receive to accompany you Generals on your junket. You son should be fine in 48 hours or less. Just put him to bed and push fluids.

 

When our son finally recovered, he commented he never wanted to ever see another bottle of 7-Up or Ginger Ale ever again. "How about a bowl of vanilla ice cream with hot fudge topping?" SOLD and make it a double!

 

The Command Sergeant Major had to hold a lottery to see which individuals accompany us on our junket and would be our security detail. 800 of the 1,000 soldiers at Fort Connor put their name in the hat to be our security detail. When the Command Sergeant Major commented the men were starting to love their Generals... we laughed and commented the men were trying to get away from their Command Sergeant Major! Let us see the final list of men you selected before you post it. After all, it is me and my family they are protecting.

 

Returning to our billet, I could hear moaning and groaning coming from our son's room. Opening the door, a very embarrassed son quickly covered his naked body and the jerk off session he was trying to enjoy. He was embarrassed to the max and the tears started to roll down his face. "You can return me to the orphanage, I'm just a perverted kid. I like jerking off."

 

My first challenge of sex ed with my son. Something I had dodged the bullet with Junior. I held our new son and told him the only thing he did wrong was forgetting to lock the door to his bedroom. Every man, straight, bi or gay jerks off. And any man who claims not to is lying through his teeth. What you did is totally normal for your age and you have nothing to be embarrassed about. And besides... whether you turn out straight, bi or gay that piece of meat between your legs is guaranteed to pleasure someone. DAD!!!

 

Excusing myself I left my son to complete his assigned task and I had to admit to Rod I failed my first test of being a father.

 

When I shared the event of this afternoon with Rod, he was rolling on the floor in laughter. "Hell, I was having `circle jerks' with my buddies as soon as I learned my cock was good for more than taking a piss." "I'm certain it was an awkward moment with our son, but you did the right thing." "Just make sure to remind him to use plenty of lube to avoid friction burns or our son will learn it the hard way."

 

That final comment brought back horrific memories of my friction burned cock and my learning the hard way to use plenty of lube. Sounds like a friction burned cock is a rite of passage for most teenagers.

 

Saturday evening our son informed us he had selected the name he wanted to be use for his baptism and his adoption: Richard Rod Landry-Mendez. Rod and I both had tears in our eyes as we hugged our precious new son. We fathers only hoped our son had learned to engage his brain before his mouth so we didn't have to reprimand him and ruin this family moment we wanted to last forever.

 

Rod and I stood with our son the next morning as our Cardinal Chaplain baptized Richard Rod Landry-Mendez into the Catholic Faith. All of Alpha Zulu erupted in praise of the special moment in the lives of their leaders of Fort Connor and Alpha Zulu.

 

Somewhere over the Atlantic I Emailed the orphanage administrator requesting a 30 day continuance of our trial period as POTUS has our family on an around the world political junket. We would like to schedule the meeting to finalize our adoptions immediately upon our return.

 

It was no surprise to either Rod or me that our first stop on this junket was to the Court of Saint James and her Majesty the Queen. To say our son was impressed with all the pomp and circumstance of his fathers meeting the queen would be an understatement. The brits had this event down pat as they had been doing it unchanged for years. Her Majesty was a gracious host and for the first time our son learned that "Silence is golden"!

 

We then had a whirlwind visit of France, the Nordic countries, Germany, the Slavic countries and ended up accepting a respite staying with His Holiness Pope Domonic at his summer residence the Apostolic Palace of Castle Gandolfo. As Pope Domonic invited Richard to walk with him in his papal garden after our mid-day meal... the Pope turned to our son and asked, "What troubles your soul my son?" Richard was smart enough to start with: "Bless me father for I have sinned" and then pour out his heart telling the Pope he overheard his dads talking and someone is trying to kill me and no one knows why. As the Pope lay hands upon our son, he blessed him and assured him it wasn't his time to die. "God has great plans for your future."

 

As Pope Domonic returned with our son walking hand in hand and talking as old friends I reminded everyone we leave early in the morning, so we needed to say goodbye and call it a day.

 

A quick stop in Turkey, onto India, then onto Tokyo and meeting with a former imp by the name of Hikaru who is the Senior Matchmaker of the imp mafia. The meeting with the Emperor was truly an honor and to sit down to an informal meal with him was a rare occurrence. Hikaru borrowed our son to take him to meet his Japanese Marine Special Forces men. The men welcomed Hikaru as an old friend and our son was equally welcomed by the men.

 

The base commander was in terror learning of Hikaru presence with the son of an American Special Envoy to the Emperor. If anything were to happen to either of the men on his base, he knew his career was ended and/or he could face his future as "shark chum".

 

A quick stop in Bruni and then onto the beauty of Hawaii. POTUS was livid when he learned we had diverted to Hawaii. Asking Rod and me if we had a death wish. I assured POTUS with the security teams we have onboard we would be safe and secure. POTUS warned us at the first sign of trouble he would be activating every military asset in Hawaii to protect you from yourself. Do we understand each other? Yes, Sir!

 

Suddenly, a bullet smashed through our Penthouse window and security rushed us deeper into our quarters and out of sight to any intruder. True to his word, a mass of military security (and press reporters) protected us as we made our way to our flying billboard and had an immediate takeoff and advised this trip was non-stop to Washington DC. Be advised: POTUS is in ass kicking mode!

 

In the time it took us to reach Washington, Aaron had cooled off POTUS and the two friends considered all the options available to them. The immediate solution became all too apparent: POTUS would appoint Richard as an Ambassador at Large which would give him the equivalent rank of a four-star General. That would make rationalizing military security if and when needed.

 

We had a Secret Service escort directly to the White House the moment we landed at Andrews. I only hoped POTUS would be rational and not remove Rod and I from our command of Alpha Zulu.

 

As POTUS indicated for us fathers to make ourselves comfortable he had a private discussion to make with our son.

 

POTUS reached into his desk drawer and rising from his Resolute Desk holding a bible he introduced the man entering the Oval Office as the Secretary of State. POTUS held the bible for our son as we fathers sat in shock at the event unfolding before our eyes.

 

Secretary of State: "Repeat after me, I [your name]"

 

Richard "I, Richard Rod Landry-Mendez"

 

Secretary of State: "do solemnly swear"

 

Richard "do solemnly swear"

 

Secretary of State: "that I will support and defend"

 

Richard "that I will support and defend"

 

Secretary of State: "the Constitution of the United States"

 

Richard "the Constitution of the United States"

 

Secretary of State: "against all enemies, foreign and domestic"

 

Richard "against all enemies, foreign and domestic."

 

Secretary of State: "That I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same."

 

Richard "That I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same."

 

Secretary of State: "That I take this obligation freely"

 

Richard "That I take this obligation freely"

 

Secretary of State: "and without any mental reservation"

 

Richard "and without any mental reservation"

 

Secretary of State: "or purpose of evasion."

 

Richard "or purpose of evasion."

 

Secretary of State: "That I will well and faithfully"

 

Richard "That I will well and faithfully"

 

Secretary of State: "discharge the duties of the office"

 

Richard "discharge the duties of the office"

 

Secretary of State: "on which I am about to enter."

 

Richard "on which I am about to enter."

 

Secretary of State: "So help me, God."

 

Richard "So help me, God."

 

Secretary of State: Congratulations, Ambassador Richard Rod Landry-Mendez.

 

What had POTUS done, our son was now an Ambassador which only enlarged the bullseye on his back. As we fathers went into professional mode, we thanked the Secretary of State as POTUS advised us to say and be comfortable. He could now explain what was happening.

 

Making Richard a United States Ambassador only makes it more difficult for anyone to threaten his life. He also has the equivalent rank of a four-star general which allows our military to intervene to protect him. And, considering he is hanging around with your six stars he needs all the protection we can give him. Besides, what I hear from Pope Domonic we need to keep your son around for a long, long time.

 

POTUS told us we could spend the night with Gloria and bring her up-to-date on all that has happened. Then you need to get back to Fort Connor so your men can congratulate our new Ambassador. Why wasn't Rod or I surprised to find the flag of a United States Ambassador flying from our flagpole as we entered Fort Connor. Every member of Alpha Zulu saluted and praised our new Ambassador as we made it to our billet. Our evening meal tonight would be a celebration of Richard becoming an Ambassador. Little did we know the greatness which awaited our son in his future.

 

Rod and I had to smile when we entered the mess hall and saw the big cake which was being served for desert... Each of the four corners were marked RESERVED. One for our Son, one for Rod, one for me and one for Adela. We would be in sugar overload by the end of our meal, and we only wondered who would be holding the head of our sick war dog all night. I just knew it wouldn't be me.

 

As we finally reached our billet, I turned to our son and in my most formal voice: "Mr. Ambassador, do we have your permission to turn in for the night?" Richard raced to us and wrapped his arms around his two fathers. There was no doubt in either Rod's or my mind Richard would be our son for all eternity.

 

The sun was barely starting to shine through our bedroom window as we heard the scream INCOMMING as Adela moved quickly being replaced almost immediately by our son landing between his two fathers. Time for fathers to enjoy hugging and cuddling with our son. The tactile time between adults and children aid in developing permanent bonds that will last forever.

 

All too soon we would be required to face a cadre of experts which will make the determination whether Richard would become our son permanently. It was a brutal all day grilling and much attention was given to my being shot in the company of Richard. Fortunately, the entire event was classified so I couldn't provide much information but if I had told them Richard was the target there is little doubt if a permanent placement would have been approved.

 

At the end of the day, it boiled down to one final question when Richard was asked if he wanted to become our legal son. We fathers were so proud when he answered YES in the authoritative voice of a Command Sergeant Major.

 

As we reached our armored vehicle Mama Bear was on the com demanding we spend the night with her and her family in the Penthouse. Junior and Omoikane were invited, and Junior was ecstatic to welcome Richard into the family as his little brother. (A little brother who holds the equivalent authority of a four-star general.)

 

I did get a quick Email off to the Command Sergeant Major requesting any celebratory cake be put off till the weekend... we Generals are still running off the calories from the last cake. Please and thank you.

 

Rod wondered why he got an Email from the Command Sergeant Major reminding him that an Orgasm burns off over 1,000 calories. GET WITH THE PROGRAM!

 

I was rolling on the floor in laughter when Rod shared the Email with me.

 

Rod and I knew there were plenty of perks that came with these six stars on our shoulders, but they also came with plenty of risks. Fortunately, we had the love and respect of over 1,000 Alpha Zulu soldiers who would do everything within their power to protect their leaders and our son.

 

We barely got settled into our new billet when the invitation came to the fall receptions for Ambassadors. Rod and Richard received invitations and Richard wondered if he should accept. Advising my son, it may not be a night you enjoy but suck it up and do it for your country. If he had known about Mama Bear working behind the scenes he would have refused and stayed at Fort Connor.

 

Mama Bear invited the three of us to arrive a day early and be her guests at the Penthouse. We knew she was up to no good but we still loved Mama Bear for being Mama Bear. We were quizzical when our friendly tailor arrived with a large, wrapped box for Mama Bear. Excusing himself he had to go back to work as he had received a large order from Worthington Security.

 

As Mama Bear walked across the room and handed the box to Richard... he was all smiles as he tore off the beautiful wrapping paper showing a matching Ambassadors uniform to that which Rod and I hate wearing. We just smiled and commented: "Welcome to our world".

 

Richard made a quick change and appeared from his bedroom in his gold ladened Ambassadors Uniform. Dads, really... I have to wear this? "Yes and are you complaining to the wrong people." Picking up his uniform hat he only complained the Ostridge feathers had to go. WRONG... This isn't your choice... you are representing the United States of America.

 

Richard was all smiles when Mama Bear asked if he would be her +1 and escort for the evening. Richard or anyone else for that matter could never say no to Mama Bear. Right on que, Luke and John entered the Penthouse holding a mahogany case which we fathers knew contained a jeweled saber for our son.

 

"Consider this a gift from the Worthingtons to the newest member of our extended family and Ambassador for the United States of America. The look on our son's face was beyond anything we fathers could describe. Our son was becoming the star attraction of the Ambassadors reception.

 

We fathers were happy to defer all the attention to our son with his beautiful, jeweled saber accompanying Mama Bear and her million dollar collection of diamonds and precious gems. They were definitely the stars of this year's Ambassadors Reception. Our son was worn out dancing all night with the beautiful +1's that accompanied many of the Ambassadors. From the obvious bulge in the pants of our son I was seriously thinking we may finally have a straight member in our extended family.

 

We slept in the next morning and left for Andrews early in the afternoon arriving at Fort Connor in enough time to change into our casual work attire and make the rounds and becoming friends with our new family members. Our son was all too quiet and did a disappearing act the minute Doc released us from our off base blood workup.

 

Richard ate his dinner with a squad of soldiers which was encouraged by his dads to help him become part of this family and "band-of-brothers". When Richard joined us fathers later in the evening, he looked like death warmed over and was definitely doing the walk of shame.

 

Asking if he wanted to talk about whatever happened to him... a very red faced son admitted the attention of all the women the previous night left him with an erection that took him jerking off multiple times before his cock would go soft. I had to know if I was straight or gay. I have one good friend among the senior imps on base and I offered him my cherry ass. I knew it would hurt but never imagined the level of pain. But, I have my answer... I love gay sex and if the opportunity presented itself, I do believe I could enjoy sex with a woman.

 

We fathers thanked our son for being so honest with us and we would never judge him on his sexuality. All we ever wanted for him is to be happy and have a great future. But, if your ass becomes too painful, don't lay in bed and suffer. We'll take you to Doc and he has a special spray that will take away the pain almost immediately. But it also comes with a medical directive of NO SEX FOR 14 DAYS!

 

The next afternoon after classes were dismissed Richard came into my office and meekly asked if he could ask some personal questions of his father? I told him he could always ask me anything and I would always answer truthfully.

 

The entire base knows about the Black Python between dads legs. How did you ever take it and satisfy Rod? The cock that fucked my ass was only 7 inches and it still feels like it in my ass.

 

I had to be totally honest with my son and told him the thought of pleasuring Rod excited me more than anything ever had in my life. Rod was a patient lover but when he fucked my ass I was in agony until I had a whole body orgasm. Rod has staying power and he enjoyed my ass and filled me to overflowing with every orgasm he had. I had so many orgasms I was a blithering mass of flesh when we finally were sexually satisfied. I hurt so bad even Doc's super lube didn't do much good. Yup, I got a 14 day DO NOT ENTER posting and Rod became the stud of Fort Connor.

 

It was a slow and agonizing process but eventually my body became accustomed to your father and our sex lives have never been better. It boils down to two individuals committed to each other and knowing the discomfort is offset by the pleasure provided for ones partner.

 

Now, let me be your father for a few minutes. I don't care what kind or how much sex you enjoy just so it is consensual, and nothing is forced upon you. If and when you decide you want to have sex with a woman just ask me and I'll make certain you have condoms available for safe sex.

 

Even if a female is on the pill that doesn't protect you from sexually transmitted diseases. You have to protect yourself. Condoms aren't 100% protection but are the best option available.

 

Eventually, I hope you'll introduce us fathers to the young man who impressed you so much you gave him your virginity. It is a normal part of sexual development of a gay man. Whether you decide you are gay, bi or straight or combination thereof just be honest with your partner if you expect the relationship to last.

 

And FYI... you don't have to sneak around camp to find a place to have sex. You can invite your friend back to your bedroom and we fathers will respect your closed door. Having impromptu sex in a hay loft can be as erotic as hell until your back is itching you to death from all the little ends of the hay jabbing into your back as you enjoy sex. A comfortable mattress and the security of a closed room will always make for the best sex.

 

A very embarrassed red faced son said "Thanks Dad" as he hurried out of my office and onto base. I expect our son to have a mighty sore ass until his buddy has him broken in... but that is the fun of youth. I did, Rod did, the majority of men of Alpha Zulu did and we all grew into productive members of society and leaders of men in the United States Army.