ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES

 

Chapter 028 – Protect the Imps

 

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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

Mason Allen: Captain, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Jason Allman: 1st 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

Manuel de Vázquez: Physicist/Engineer - Worthington Industries

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

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

Jacob, David & Uri Leib: Wards of Luke & John Worthington

 

As I looked through the one way glass and could see my three imps being studious knowing all three of them would eventually become part of the Worthington Brain Trust... It was hard to fathom that every Arab country had a "capture or kill" order out on them. I couldn't even trust Israel who would easily sacrifice three children to protect their nuclear secrets. I called an immediate meeting of Steven, Ari, Major Allen and the Sergeants. As our conference room got locked down into a secure mode I turned to Ari and asked how the imps could get access to Israel's nuclear codes? From the look on Ari's face he was as shocked as the rest of the people in the room.

 

Gentlemen, we now know why we are having our current intrusions and until Israel changes it's Nuclear Codes our imps are in danger. FYI... on the orders of General Mann and General Best only the President of the United States can authorize the imps to leave Fort Connor and that includes Luke and John. (If Mama Bear has a problem send her to Randy and Adam. [They get paid the big bucks!].)

 

Until further notice I want two men stationed on a protection detail with each imps 24 hours a day. That means six men on the door to their bunker when they are in residence. I want side arms and Uzi's either being worn by every man or close by them if they are sleeping, swimming or showering.

 

And, finally... no one outside of this room is to know why this action is being taken. I'll leave it to you men to work out a schedule that is fair and equal to all the men. I have to go talk to a pair of dads and tell them they no longer have access to their imps.

 

Ari, Steven... will you come to my office when you are finished here. (Now comes the fun part of wearing these birds on my shoulder. Facing down two men I love like sons and for the first time in our relationship possibly becoming advisaries.)

 

I had OPS put in a request for a secure emergency video conference with Luke and John. Within minutes both men were seated in Luke's conference room and wanted to know what is happening? As I explained my video conference with Adam and Randy this morning they were aghast the imps could be in possession of such sensitive information. I've increased their protection and I'm certain the imps will be upset to have someone around 24/7 interrupting their jerk off time. (I know you two sure were.) So there is no misunderstanding, even you two can't remove the imps from Fort Connor without the approval of the President of the United States. I do promise you if such approval is granted to anyone I'll notify you immediately. If you two get any flak from Mama Bear have her take it up with Adam and Randy.

 

We all rested securely knowing that even with a cargo plane of doggie treats they would have to kill Max to get at any imp and a few intruders would die in the process. Max is far more than a "friendly mooch". Given the command, any intruder is a dead man.

 

Ari and Steven join the conversation as I was logging off and we had to work together as "one mind" to keep from traumatizing our imps. I asked Ari to try and explain to the imps at lunch this is a training exercise for the men so it wouldn't be a new experience if and when it would need to be done in the future. As with them developing muscle memory with their "gun" drill the men had to be ready for any "curve" the imps may throw them so encourage the imps to keep to a normal and regular routine.

 

Just don't be shocked or embarrassed if they get picked up mid-stream taking a leak and thrown into their panic room and locked down. (I still remember the fun of R.A. getting hauled butt ass naked with cum leaking out of his ass screaming as a soldier hauled him off to be securely locked down.) Ari just looked at me and I smiled saying: "The fun you have to look forward to in your future"!

 

The conversation then centered around Ari... you were in charge of their protection, when would the imps even have the opportunity to access such material? Ari's best guess this was just a lie started by an Arab country to try and turn all Arab nations to a fatwa against the imps.

 

Considering the damage the imps parents had done preventing Arab countries from attacking Israel and Israel's citizens around the world it isn't a stretch of the imagination to want to eliminate the complete family tree in retribution. The imps may know nothing and this is just an act of revenge.

 

I brought up the First Sergeant on my com and asked for Ssgt Rod to report to my office. As he and Max entered my office I asked him to have Max curl up and take a break and for him to have a chair and relax. I needed a long chat with him.

 

I explained to the sergeant I was putting the base on a high alert setting and the person it would impact the most would be him. I was moving him and Max into the imps bunker. There was ample living space and other than the fun of waiting for the blast door to open when Max needed to "go" they were somewhat used to being locked away in it. Unless you are taking a shower you are to have your side arm on at all times and pull a gun for an ankle holster from the armory. The bunker has plenty of Uzis and your handprint is already authorized to access them. As for your private life... I'll make it up to you when this is over and done. I'm not taking your existing quarters away from you just take what you need for you and Max to live comfortably and make sure Max works off all the doggie treats the imps will use trying to spoil him.

 

I warned Ari that Ssgt Rod and Max would be moving in with them till further notice and I apologized as to any inconvenience it might make in his budding romance. I also recommended his stop by the commissary and pick up a large package of doggie treats to win over Max. Knowing our imps you may want to pick up a few large packages of doggie treats and make sure to remind them to keep the doggie treats well stocked these next few weeks.

 

It was impossible for my mind to conceive that these young boys could possess codes to the Israel Nuclear missile system But, when you tell a lie to enough people who then repeat and share it with others it takes on a life of its own. The only men I could trust were the men of Fort Connor. The men who would stand proudly with me and protect our imps.

 

I asked for a meeting with Doc and asked how possible it would be to hide information in a microchip and then implant it into one or more of the imps. I should have realized it was as simple as the microchips we implanted in all our imps and Senior Staff. What was shocking is what it would take to locate it if you didn't know where in the body it was implanted. You would have to do a high resolution scan of the entire body head to toes and the countless hundreds of hours to review the thousands of pictures taken looking for one minute implant. And, with three imps we would still be reviewing pictures well after the codes had been changed. (Plan #1 just went down in flames.)

 

Seeing how Israel wouldn't even admit publically they had nuclear weapons we would get little assistance out of them. I just hope they didn't order Ari to give us any disinformation or bring him over to the "dark side" of Mossad Kidon. I pray Ari never gave me any reason to believe anyone was of higher importance to him than our three imps.

 

I saw a lot of smiling faces (NOT) when I announced at our morning briefing Cyber Com had a lot of intercepts from less than friendly governments expressing interest in Fort Connor. Would a foreign country be stupid enough to declare war upon the United States and risk our retaliation. You would think our recent history would prove to them any person who orders an attack on United States soil can expect a very short life expectancy. But, there are still a lot of radical people out there who never consider the consequences of their actions. I knew the reporters we had given access to Fort Connor and who vowed the protection of the children outweighed the public's right to know would release all there information on Fort Connor if they learned we had been attacked and an imp had been injured or killed. The American public would demand immediate and devastating retaliation.

 

If any of us knew what Mama Bear was planning long term none of us would be getting any sleep at night. Luke, Billy Bob, John, Connor, Logan, Aiden, R.A., Randy, Adam, the "General", Steven and I would all be having nightmares of Armageddon. Worthington Industries has invested well over a billion dollars into Fort Connor and the Matriarch of the Worthington Clan had plans to see a positive return on her investments in the future.

 

Our current interaction with Mossad would only be the first in a long love/hate relationship with this "wild west" intelligence agency of the 21st century. The Mossad would do anything necessary to prevent a holocaust from ever happening again. Little did any of us know of Mama Bear's long range plan to assist in World Peace.

 

Even Ari didn't know the three imps he loved would be the religious and political moderates of Israel in the 21st century. They, along with their trust in the American Military and the Worthington Dynasty, would be responsible for bringing peace to the Middle East which will have a domino effect on the rest of the world.

 

I was brought back to reality as the sound of our four Phalanx guns filled the quiet day with the sounds of their 24,000+ rounds of ammunition being triggered automatically. Before OPS could call an ALERT the security team I had assigned to the imps had them out of their classroom and locked down in their bunker. I could only imagine someone else got ahold of some low flying high tech stealth cruise missiles AGAIN! This was becoming repetitious as Worthington Executive Offices, Camp Phoenix and even Mama Bear's precious Penthouse got locked down like an armed fortress the minute we sent out an ALERT – UNDER ATTACK BY HOSTILE FORCES. This time it was a rogue Russian general who was looking at padding his retirement account by selling technology on the black market. (Mama Bear helped him to see the error or his way and even sent flowers to the funeral.)

 

Fortunately, this attack only resulted in minor injuries and as accurate as cruise missiles are they missed anything of vital importance. (Although the men and the imps were most impatient during the weeks it took to repair and seed their soccer field. The damage really took its toll on everyone.)

 

As the Video Conference with the Pentagon and the White House again was announced a very upset Chief Executive asked what we are doing to attract missiles to the United States. My answer was most professional: "With all due respect Mr. President would you rather have the missiles aimed at us or at New York City"? I have a hundred plus men and officers who have sworn their lives to protect our three imps who should be enjoying a hot date in the back of their car on a Friday night and not locked down in a blast proof bunker. I took an oath to protect the United States from all enemies foreign and domestic and so long as these three imps are in the United States and at Fort Connor you have 100+ men and officers who will die before anyone touches an imp and let's not forget about one mean "war dog" who will also defend them with his life. Max will be the last one standing before anyone ever touches one of our imps.

 

The President was so impressed with our dedication to service and country in a closed door session he asked the leaders of both houses of Congress to approve a special service ribbon for the men of Fort Connor and also be presented posthumously to Connor Williams.

 

It would take the Pentagon at least 96 hours to get a Carrier battle group in place to assist us. As before we would rely upon the Coast Guard for coverage in the shallow waters between us and the mainland. Until then we'd have constant air coverage and the Pentagon will move a satellite overhead in addition to an AWAC trying and give Alpha Zulu as much advanced notice as possible.

 

After the conference with the President I brought up Adam and Randy on a Video call and asked them: Please, for me... if you two aren't wearing a shoulder holster and leg holster do it till we resolve whatever is happening. I want you two around when you "gift" Steven and me your stars. (How that last comment would come around to bite me in the ass.)

 

I then brought up Luke and John and had no problem convincing them to add a shoulder holster and ankle holster to the daily attire. I knew Billy Bob would strap on a Glock with little motivation and just tell Connor to use a shoulder holster if a wearing a gun over his chef's apron is a problem. I want all of you alive and well when the dust settles this time.

 

The security was doubled on our children and Alex and Noah were on Video Chat immediately upon learning of the increase in our threat assessment. They were worried about us but not half as much as we were about them. They were our weak link in the defense of Fort Connor. I would resign my commission if any harm would befall them. I knew Steven felt the same. Luke and John knew protecting all our children was a way of showing all of his "brain trust" employees what was available if needed for their families.

 

I knew Worthington Security only recruited the best of the best in special op soldiers for their staff. With what they paid and offered in benefits they could "cherry pick" the optimum person for every position. Now if Mama Bear will only listen to her security personnel she will survive this current round of threats on her life and the lives of her family and friends. (I think the one thing that might motivate Steven and I to take early retirement were if Mama Bear got moved permanently to Fort Connor. Nah... Not even Luke is that cruel!)

 

When Steven and I finally got Fort Connor to a full defensive position we made it to the imps quarters to see how they were faring. They had a few bumps and bruises from the rough handling to get them locked down but otherwise were fine. Max was keeping Uri occupied and Ari was discussing the situation with the two older kids on an equal basis as he would with the men. I had to accept six extra adults in the bunker was overkill and it was decided upon stationing them outside on four hour rotating shifts. I asked them to take their position at the entrance to the bunker and I'd have them relieved as soon as I got back to OPS.

 

Ari reminded the imps that tomorrow was another school day so hit the shower and then off to bed. Uri complained he didn't need to take a shower Max had already licked him clean from head to his toes. Uri admitted defeat when Ari asked him if he really wanted to smell like Max all day tomorrow. Uri scampered off to his room and then off to the shower to join his brothers.

 

I brought Ari up-to-date of what was happening and it would take 96 hours to get a carrier battle group in place to form a defensive ring around Fort Connor. Until then it would be up to the Air Force to take out any missile before it can get to Fort Connor and those jet jockeys are pretty damn good from past experience. You can chip in on the case of scotch if they save our asses again (Which made Ari chuckle.).

 

I asked Ari to try and get them into as normal a routine as possible because we were possibly going to be at ALERT the majority of the next six months. This rumor about the imps had made a life of its own and only when the world realizes Israel has changed their Nuclear Codes, only then will the imps be safe.

 

Finally, I could feel the sting of a hot shower on my exhausted body. A flash breeze of cold night air hit my body telling me Steven was finally home for the evening. I was just going to play dumb and hopefully he'd get the hint and romance me in the shower tonight. As I felt his warm body against my wetness I loved being held by this wonderful man. Our lips met and as I held him tight I hoped he would kiss me for hours. As my blood flowed south Steven knew he had awakened the animal in me and it was his turn to tease me till my balls were ready to burst. Only then did he wrap me in one of our liberated Marriott towels and lead me off to our bedroom guiding my body using my hard cock as the rudder of my body. He was being such a tease tonight and I assured him his ass would pay the price dearly. I wanted to fuck his ass to Nirvana and back a few times but I lubed him good and gently slid every inch of cock into his ass. I wanted to love and hold him, letting him know how much I love him. Sex was only one part of the feelings I had for him. I loved the entire man and have since the day Randy and Adam brought him into my life. All too soon I felt his ass tighten telling me his balls were blasting forth which triggered mine to explode filling his ass with my hot cum. I held him tightly in my arms and I told him repeatedly how much I loved him.

 

The mood was suddenly broken with the ominous ALERT – ALERT AWAC REPORTS INCOMMING MISSILES ETA 3 MINUTE ALL MEN TO ACTION STATIONS. I was never more thankful for our BDUs having Velcro as I was this night. Within minutes we had our Glocks strapped on our waist and our Uzi hanging from our shoulder. Our residence was as secure as any place on base other than the imps residence. We'd join the men as soon as OPS advised we were clear of incoming missiles. We were fortunate and our Jet Jockey friends took out the two missiles fired at us causing them to splash down in the water within sight of Fort Connor. I asked OPS to get the names of the two pilots and what carrier they were operating from. If some idiot can spend $1,000,000.00+ USD per missile to try and kill me and my men I can afford a few hundred dollars for a case of scotch for the men who saved our collective asses.

 

I went to check on the imps before I made the rounds of the base. I found Max greeting me at the bunker door waiting for the authorization to let me in or to eat me. Fortunately, I was on good terms with his handler. When I peered in on Ari he had three imps in bed wrapped around him and I knew they had survived this latest attack on Fort Connor. As I was leaving I mention to Ssgt Rod to give Max a doggie treat on me and his keen ears had our big furry mooch standing at attention waiting for payment in full. I swear you could spell d-o-g-g-i-e t-r-e-a-t and our furry mooch would know what to expect.

 

Perhaps I'll throw Randy and Adam a major curve next year and ask for an entire squad of dog handlers and war dogs to add to Fort Connor. Then we can get the reputation of being a "puppy mill" for the military. Sure would be a better reputation than what we are getting being a magnet for cruise missiles. Max could have his own harem to keep pregnant and happy. (Probably would be good for a laugh from Randy, Adam and Luke but definitely result in a good ass chewing from the Pentagon.)

 

So much for sleep tonight, by the time I make a round of all the men it will be time for flag raising. I just hope the coffee is hot and strong so I can make it through tomorrow. At least the brainiac's at Worthington will be on the Navy for data so they can figure out this latest attack. I'm certain between Luke, John, Adam, Randy and let's not forget about the inquisitive minds at the Pentagon I'll be spending most of my day tomorrow answering questions. By mid-afternoon I'll be praying for an ALERT just to get disconnected from the bureaucracy.

 

Major Allen knocked at my door and asked if I had time to talk with the Chaplain. I always made time and as rare as it is for the Chaplain to take up my office time I knew it had to be important. He was concerned about the stress building up with one of the soldiers. He wasn't becoming self destructive he just didn't have any mechanism to relieve the stress. I looked at the Chaplain and I said before you violate any confidence just nod if the person in Ssgt Rod. I knew this was inevitable and I had no one to blame but myself. As loyal a friend as Max is he is no substitute for a warm human interaction for some stress relief. I thanked the Chaplain for his information and I assured him he could say truthfully he never said the name of Ssgt Rod to me in any discussion. (Plausible deniability!)

 

I asked OPS to have Ssgt Rod report to my office at his earliest convenience and to leave Max with the imps for protection. Moments later a concerned Staff Sergeant knocked at my office door "Reporting as instructed". "Close the door and have a seat." I have to apologize to you. I failed as your commanding officer to see the toll the good work you and Max were doing was taking on YOU as a person. It is a sad state of affairs when Max has a better sex life than you do as his handler. (Ssgt Rod started turning twenty shades of red.) Isn't there another man on base that you have feelings for?"

 

Sgt Rod was a shy and introverted person and is why he makes such a great handler for Max. He did admit there was a Corporal in Alpha squad that he had enjoyed spending time with both socially and sexually but it was rare when their schedules actually match and they could be together. PROBLEM SOLVED! I asked the name of the corporal and immediately asked his squad leader to have the soldier report to my office. As our new victim knocked at my door shaking in his boots wondering how he had screwed up to have to face the base commander... I asked him to enter and have a seat next to his friend.

 

I turned to the Corporal and said I have a favor to ask of you and feel free to say no without any repercussions. I have a soldier that needs some intense stress management therapy of the kind only two caring men can appreciate. Would you be interested in a 72 pass to a VIP suite compliments of me. (Duh... what a no brainer!!!) He would be proud to share a VIP suite with his good friend for 72 hours and thanked me for offering him the opportunity. I dismissed our two lovers as I instructed them to check out with their sergeants, Ssgt Rod could put Max on "puppy duty" with Uri and I'd instruct the imps security team to take Max for his walks as necessary. Pick up the security code to a VIP suite from OPS and I'll have the Mess deliver your meals for the next three days. Now get out of here and I don't want to see either of your faces for the next 72 hours. I immediately saw an improvement in the face of Ssgt. Rod. He worked hard and never complained about anything. Perhaps I'd get lucky and have another request for marriage application go across my desk. Should be interesting to see how our sex starved lovers survive 72 hours together and how miffed Max is at having to share his "partner in crime".

 

I informed Ari about Max being assigned "puppy" duty with Uri for the next 72 hours and would he be kind enough to feed Max when he came back from meals. I'd have the security detail walk Max as necessary (which will really make them happy). If they don't like the "poop detail" I'll give them the option of volunteering to be his practice dummy. (I'm learning all these bad tricks from Randy and Adam!)

 

Our Master Sergeant in the mess was elated to learn about our newest budding romance and was happy to participate in this conspiracy. Just don't go overboard but make it a nice time for them to enjoy being together. (Our Band of Brothers had a much different perspective of this three days romantic getaway.) Plenty of messy finger food on the first meal guaranteed to get them in the shower to clean up together. Nutritious and erotic if it goes as planned. Of course, the mess staff forgot the napkins with that meal... INTENTIONALLY! A bottle of contraband chilled champagne accompanied their first meal and was a treat neither Rod or his guest was used to drinking which only helped to set the atmosphere and increase the pheromone production between the two young men.

 

As the two young men were basking in a relaxing atmosphere of a wonderful meal our Corporal was thanking Rod for asking him to be his guest for this "getaway". Rod simply said he'd love to spend more time with him but their schedules never matched up so they had free time together. They vowed to let each other know when they had "down time" and try to make time for each other from now on.

 

The Champagne not only loosened their tongues but also their libidos. As their lips kissed and their tongues explored the recesses of their mouths it was apparent from the hardness between their legs there was a desire of their bodies that needed to be consummated. (I knew whoever approved of Velcro tabs on our BDUs wasn't motivated by Gay sex in the Army but I'll still never quit thanking him for his contribution to helping our men be happy.) As it became obvious they both desired to consummate this physical attraction Rod looked into his partners eyes and simply asked how can I pleasure you. Rod wasn't prepared for the response when he heard: "My body is yours to enjoy anyway and every way I can"... "How can I pleasure you". I don't know who was more shocked? Rod when he uttered the words: "Fuck my ass like a cheap whore" or his guest who couldn't grab the lube fast enough before his friend changed his mind. Most guys weren't interested in being fucked by his big piece of man meat. It wasn't as big as Mt. Meat but Rod was going to be sore when they cleaned up in the shower.

 

After nearly a complete tube of lube was slathered over, around and in our two lovers Rod looked into his friends eyes and asked if he would fuck him doggie, hard, deep and fill his ass with his hot cum. Rod no more than sunk his teeth into the pillow and the pain entered his ass and surged toward his brain. This wasn't the first time Rod had been fucked so he knew the pain was momentary and then the pleasure would kick in.

 

Both bodies were quivering in anticipation and Rod finally turned his head, their lips kissed and as they parted Rod simply asked his friend to fuck his brains out... To which he gladly fulfilled the request. The screaming orgasms that echoed that night left little doubt as to the pleasures our two young lovers were sharing in bed. When finally they reached the last of the orgasms their balls could produce they looked into each others eyes as a hard cock pounded his prostate till Rod's brain exploded reaching beyond Nirvana. Rod's ass was burning as it was filled with hot cum and he knew it was going to hurt almost as much when it got flushed out.

 

His lover helped him as he gently supported Rod on his way to the shower. A warm gently flushing helped to relieve the pressure from the multiple orgasms and blast of hot cum that had filled our Sergeant's ass. It was barely midnight and they still had 60+ hours together to enjoy each other as friends and lovers. They lovers returned to bed and slept cuddling in each others arms as Rod thought how wonderful it was. As much as he loved Max what he just experienced was something he wanted in his life and on a regular basis. Max was going to have to adjust or have one bent out of place nose.

 

As our young Corporal watched Rod grimace as he drained off his bladder in the morning he knew he must have one super sore ass from the fucking he was given the previous night. Noting Doc's super lube in the bedside table he asked Rod to lay on his stomach and spread his ass cheeks. Just the thought of another fuck at the moment had Rod's hole clenching shut in terror. As his new friend spread the smoothing gel over, around and in Rod the relief took effect and he gasp a great sigh knowing what a kind friend he had. No more than the pain dissipated a knock at the door announced the arrival of breakfast for our two lovers "compliments of the Colonels". As they fed each other a wonderful array of eggs, yogurt, potatoes, bacon, fresh biscuits with copious amounts of butter and honey, they again were a mess that had to return to the shower to reclaim their bodies. (I do believe that was the intent of the mess staff.) Rod did believe the extra butter and honey would be great lathered on his friends cock to be savored by his taste buds as he enjoy giving him friend a great sampling of his oral expertise. Butter and honey flavored cum is delicious for any meal of the day. They both knew the mess staff had conspired and they were so thankful they had.

 

Rod spoke first when he asked his friend never to wait six months again before they were back together and the corporal only asked Rod to have Max not drool at him, looking at him like he was just a pile of bones to chew on. Yes, Max would have a bent tail in the future as these two found themselves falling in love but he quickly learned there was always room in a pair of loving hearts for a child even if he had four paws, a furry tail, a cold nose and a wet tongue.

 

The two lovers were in absolute shock at the prime rib gala they were served for their Saturday evening meal. (Max, eat your heart out.) The sex the two lovers shared was intense and more romantic than could either of them expect. They laughed when they chocked and sputtered on the quantity of cum that came gushing forth during oral sex and laughed when Rod blasted off coating his partner in his cum when they tried anal sex with his ankles around his partners neck. Our young corporal had cum dripping from his ears, his nose, his chin and frankly Rod only kicked himself for not having a camera to take a picture of this beautiful man coated in the remnants of great sex and a fantastic orgasm. It was still a moment they would share and laugh about for years to come.

 

The one snafu the mess staff made was serving blueberry compote with their Sunday morning pancakes. They figured if butter and honey flavored cum was good blueberry cum had to be even better. UNTIL they were cleaning up in the shower afterwards and found they had blueberry stained cock and balls. Not a major problem for Rod, he had a private shower but his poor friend had to endure the quips and comments of 24 good friends with whom he shared his shower and barracks. He just "manned up" and told them it was the best cum he had ever tasted in his life. They should try it.

 

The mess staff went wild when they heard about the blueberry stained cock and balls and Steven and I nearly rolled out of bed laughing. Leave it to a couple of "newbies" to teach us old "dogs" new tricks. Our two new friends made a combined effort to find time for one another in their hectic schedules. It was no surprise to the Chaplain, Steven or me when they officially asked for permission to marry. (Another wedding banquet to work off in PT! My only consolation is Max is right there with me working off all the food he mooched at the festivities.)

 

I was happy OPS hadn't called an alert while our couple was enjoying their romantic getaway. By the start of the week the carrier battle group was in place and we had a greatly increased the range of protection around Fort Connor. The destroyer missiles took out the first few missiles lobbed at us and if it hadn't been for us announcing the action no one would have known how the Navy had helped us. It was all too apparent when the missile exploded when shot down by the Carrier Jets just shy of our coastline. Between the explosion of the missile and the victory roll of the jets over our base everyone was well aware of what just happened. (Another case of Scotch to the Jet Jockies and the CIC officer on the destroyer that took out the first round of missiles.) We never failed to show our appreciation even if it was the Navy.

 

Max was elated to have Ssgt Rod back to claim him from "puppy duty". Uri had worn out the overly stuffed glutton. Max saw an easy touch in Uri and got to double dipping for treats from our eager young lad wanting to please Max. Oh, did Max pay the price when he hit the tread mill when the kids went back to school on Monday. Ssgt Rod got the full head to toe sniff down from Max when he returned from his "training session" and Jacob and David couldn't contain themselves when Max started pawing the ground trying to bury Rod's crotch. Max was going to have to adjust because Ssgt Rod had a new love in his life and he like to fuck ass with a vengeance. Max had to settle for a never ending cuddle buddy in Uri not to mention a supplier of doggie treats to fulfill his canine sweet tooth.

 

There is never an Attack submarine far away from a carrier battle group to help protect a carrier with it's 6,000+ sailors on board. I went into panic mode when I heard the news our sub had picked up the sonar signature of an old diesel sub. (They may be old but then can inflict damage.) The Pentagon gave them the green light to blow the sub out of the water if they crossed into our security zone or made any hostile act toward any American vessel or Fort Connor. I've heard about David vs Goliath but a diesel sub vs a nuke.. the diesel sub only wins in the movies. (At the current rate I expect the next ALERT to be an attack by a bi-plane.)

 

No soon that the thought crossed through my mind my com goes off with "ALERT-ALERT INCOMMING MISSILE EVERYONE TAKE COVER! I knew from the tone of the alert this was serious. Our old diesel sub trailing the carrier battle group set loose a missile aimed directly at Fort Connor. Every destroyer in the battle group sent up every missile they had to try and bring it down to no avail. Our Jet Jockies couldn't lock onto it with their radar so now it was up to our Phalanx to bring it down. With all our technology we couldn't lock onto it for a kill but sent it off course enough it landed and exploded on a rock beach on the far side of our island. The diesel sub was blown out of the water before the missile it launched ever came close to Fort Connor. A lot of lives wasted on three kids who were barely old enough to jerk off.

 

From strictly a $$$ viewpoint it made no sense to spend the amount of money required to protect Fort Connor. It was a point of national pride and little did I know of the long range plans Mama Bear, the President and the Pentagon had for Fort Connor, Steven and me.

 

I was becoming envious of Pa Vance with his hound dog, moonshine and rocking chair by the fireplace. I have no fear of dying but I sure am going to be encouraging my sons to get with the program and get me some grandkids while Steven and I are still young enough to spoil them.

 

I've learned over the years that when the phone rings after midnight it is never good news. When OPS wakes me up at 0200 hours saying I have an emergency call from my son I can feel the adrenalin surging through my body along with the thoughts of terror through my mind. The first words I hear are from the trembling voice of Noah: "Dad, it's Hayao... Dad, he's dying!"

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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