ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES

 

Chapter 047 – It Will Take Time...

 

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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:

 

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

Adam Mann: Four Star 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: Six Star General of the Armies U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

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

Magnus Savage: Colonel, 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

"Jamie Bob" Vance: Love of Aiden McIntyre

Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington

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

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

Jason Allman: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor

Matt Longdick: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor

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

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

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

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

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

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 (Israeli Nationals)

Hayao Kinugasa, Captain, U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman.)

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

Robert Allen Gregory, Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army - Alpha Zulu 69

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

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

Jamison Miller: Colonel, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Worthington Executive Security Program)

Frazer Sullivan: Colonel, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Fort Connor Alpha Zulu 69 Program)

"Angus" (Name Classified): Son of a domestic terrorist in protective custody by Alpha Zulu

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

Bob Jones: Colonel, U.S. Army (Adjutant to Base Commander Fort Connor)

Danny Henry: Lieutenant Colonel, U.S. Army (Chief of Staff to Base Commander Fort Connor)

Dillion Dwight: Colonel, U.S. Army – Medical Director of Fort Connor

 

Doc. Dwight had been in contact with an old college chum (aka Ex-Lover) of his who made him aware of a brutal attack on a gay soldier. A first lieutenant who had the misfortune of having one of his friends walk in his unlocked bedroom while he was shoving a big dildo up his ass. The base grapevine went wild and a group of homophobic soldiers broke into his quarters on an off duty weekend, stripped him naked, tied him to his bed and for 48 hours non-stop raped his ass finishing off with closed fists when his ass was so lose and sloppy fucking him gave them little pleasure.

 

The medical staff had little use for a gay soldier and offered only the minimal of care. Doc's friend was a P.A. (Physician's Assistant) and he knew what care should be given to the soldier. He didn't need to explain any further. I asked OPS to patch me through to POTUS and Doc was shocked that I would haul out the big guns for him. (After POTUS chewing on me last time for not telling him what I was doing I was letting him know before I ever ordered up the Jet this time.) POTUS concurred it was time to intervene and to take Doc. Dwight with me so if there was a difference of medical opinion POTUS would have his "expert" "front and center" of this mess.

 

It was still the early hours of the evening when my Jet touched down and as usual met by base security. They verified my Alpha Zulu credentials and offered to take me to meet with the base General. I thanked them for the offer and asked to be taken to the base hospital. After meeting with the soldier who was in tears over what had happened I assured him he had nothing to be ashamed of. I took the name and ID of the soldier and then asked Doc. Dwight for the name and ID of his friend. I then asked security to take me to the base General. I introduced myself (As if an introduction was necessary, there was only ONE six star General in the Army) and politely asked for him to immediately transfer the two soldiers to my Alpha Zulu command. After a number of excuses it became apparent he was reluctant to give up jurisdiction of this "stain" on his command and I then when into "command mode" (I've been taking lessons from Luke and Logan) and simply said: "POTUS is well aware of what happened here and that I am now on your base. You can either approve the transfers or the next phone call you will receive will be from POTUS and you can explain your rationale to him". The transfers were approved and we made accommodations on my Jet for the injured soldier and Doc's friend. I brought up our HR team, gave them the information and asked them to do a fast security check and let me know the results YESTERDAY!

 

We arrived back at base and got our patient settled into medical. OPS had a message for me from General Caruso asking to meet with me prior to the morning staff meeting. (Now I was the one getting paranoid.) Actually, I was in shock when he informed me he had put in for retirement, he had his 30 years and wanted to enjoy quality time with his friends and families. He was going to announce it at the morning staff meeting and that he was recommending Colonel Allman has his replacement. That also meant he would take Lt. Colonel Longdick as his adjutant. The promotions couldn't happen to two better and more qualified people even if it meant I would need to replace them. Hopefully, General Caruso's team would stay through the transition and even perhaps work with me till I could find permanent replacements.

 

The morning staff meeting was shocking and the base grapevine was in overdrive. We all eventually retire but losing a leader is a shock to everyone. Colonel Allman came to me afterwards and said he would turn down the promotion to base commander if I wanted him to say on my staff. "You are a fool if you do, these promotions don't grow on trees and think about your partner." (DUMB ASS!!!) "Take the afternoon off and have a celebration orgy with your lover and know how happy I am for the two of you."

 

Later in the afternoon I walked up to medical to check on our new patient and Doc asked if I had a moment to chat. He was going to break medical confidentiality because I needed to know the score. When our Lieutenant was treated in the hospital emergency department they removed over two liters of semen from his rectum and intestines. His rectal muscles were bruised and torn and they fisted him well beyond any thoughts of it being pleasurable. And I might as well know up front our two "newbies" are in love with each other. (Duh, I'm old, not dead and the way they looked at each other on the Jet was a dead give-a-way.) Why did I think we were going to experience some new medical treatment that the medical associations and military wouldn't approve. Oh, how right I was.

 

After I left medical Doc. Dwight asked his new P.A. to meet with him in his office. "Close the door and have a seat. We need a man to man discussion." "You are in love with him, aren't you!" "YES!" Good, that makes my medical decision that much easier. His ass is going to be off limits for a few months and I don't want a stressed out horny patient so I hope you'll consent to using that talented mouth I remember so well to keep his hormone levels in check. Put a "Treatment in Progress DO NOT ENTER" sign on his door as needed and let him know he is among friends. Even with a soft diet he is going to need a few enemas on a regular basis till we can get all the bruising down and see how much damage remains. And, we both know in his condition they are going to hurt like hell. I would prefer not to use opioids unless necessary. Hopefully, you can give him something to look forward to and let his endorphins kick in to control the pain. Plus a smiling face licking the cum off of your lips will definitely help his mind. I can't order you to do this it will need to be totally voluntary. "With pleasure Sir!"

 

Our two lovers had a sex life everyone on base would have envied if it had been known. As tender and as sensitive as his injured prostate was it didn't take much effort for his balls to explode and our willing P.A. was ready to provide multiple sessions of "pain management" each and every day... morning, noon and night.

 

Doc. Dwight was surprised one morning when his P.A. came in at the end of sick call and said he needed to be seen as a patient. His ass was on fire and our patient was the culprit. His pain level was down greatly and after sucking him off twice and he still had an erection our P.A. straddled his hips and rode him hard and deep. OK, you know the drill, as I pulled out the stirrups. Cranking open the speculum he indeed had some very bruised tissue and it seemed to go on forever. "How hung is your buddy?" Thirteen and super thick! I was surprised he could deep throat a monster that size. I sprayed his ass much to his relief and then informed him NO ANAL SEX for fourteen days. Back to using your talented mouth.

 

My patient apologized when I saw him later in the day and told me how much they both were in love. "Would you like me to ask the chaplain to talk to the two of you and start premarital counseling?" He'd talk it over and let me know ASAP. Our patient was on the path to healing and in actuality his ass was in better condition and less pain than his partner's. I had to do a minor surgical repair for a tear in the rectal muscle but otherwise diet and time should allow him to heal 100%. I also wanted the chaplain to do some Post Traumatic Stress counseling with him and his partner. (Why waste a captive audience.)

 

It was no shock when as our patient's body and mind healed both he and his lover asked what would need to be done for them to stay permanently at Fort Connor. "How do you feel about being a `paper pusher', I need an adjutant?" I know Doc won't turn down a P.A. and I've already processed your security clearance. (This isn't my first rodeo!)

 

Time to kick my HR Team in the ass and start looking for a new Chief of Staff. It will be nice to find one I don't have to recondition before being able to use his administrative talents. I was surprised when the Chaplain knocked at my door and asked if I had time to chat. He had heard I was looking for a Chief of Staff and he had an old friend that would fit the bill and YES he was an Ex Lover but that was over years ago. I gave him to go-ahead to sound him out and if he was interested I'd have the HR team start the process.

 

Before I had time to worry about replacing my staff POTUS had me back in the air and heading back to the middle-east for some shuttle diplomacy hopefully to avoid any flare up in tensions. It was great to see Ari and especially with Uri standing proudly at his side. When all the public moments were done for the day Uri hugged me and thanked me for giving his dad the strength to come clean and tell him everything. Uri was on the fast track in Israeli politics and Ari was entrenched in Mosad. Uri was living openly gay with a partner and it only helped him politically both with the public and the military. Ari was never prouder of his son and beamed with pride when we talked about Uri. Of course I had to tell Ari about Jeremy finally deciding to give up his virginity and how wonderful it had been for him. And, how Andrew was in a race with R.A. and S.D. for the nymphomaniac title at Fort Connor.

 

I accomplished some good with my shuttle diplomacy and again peace reigned (until next time). U.S. Fighter Jets escorted my plane all the way back to the states and I was happy to transfer to my small Jet and head back to Fort Connor. Arriving I found an urgent message from Logan and Hayao. NOW WHAT?

 

I may have had diplomatic success with my trip to the middle-east but the drug cartels managed to convince some radical Arab factions that pooling their money gave each of them a better chance of eliminating me. I had to accept they now possessed more money than the United States Treasury and with the goal of "putting me down". I quietly made sure my will and necessary paperwork was in order "just in case". I also sent a confidential memo to POTUS saying this job was too much for one person and if anything should happen to me Matt & Jason should both replace my role with the Army. They are both under-utilized and it will be a hard sales pitch to talk them out of their current jobs which they love.

 

Logan and Hayao both assured me if anything were to happen to me a fiery Angel would descend upon the earth to exact retribution for my death and would show no mercy. I thanked them for their kind words but I was certain POTUS and the U.S. Military would be more than capable of exacting revenge.

 

I had no more than hung up from talking with Logan and Hayao when the infamous "ALERT, ALERT... MULTIPLE INCURSIONS, INCOMMING MISSILES, AIRCRAFT AND WATERCRAFT!" Almost immediately the base starting being bombarded with mortar shells which the drones quickly located and eliminated the source of the mortars. The Mini Gun and SAW combined with the small arms fire of our men eliminated the threat at the landing strip and the second Mini Gun and SAW eliminated the incursion at our docks. More wasted lives and fortunately none of them were Alpha Zulu men. Security kept to a tight patrol till morning light and then the entire island was evaluated both electronically and by human eyes. We had won another round but the fight was far from being over. I still felt sorry for the poor enlisted men that had to wear hazmat suits in this hot weather and pick up the body parts from the wreckage. Not a job any of us would enjoy doing but necessary.

 

Doc finally gave our resident patient the "all clear" and kicked his ass out of medical telling him to go cause someone else problems. Doc then gave his new P.A. a 48 hour pass and told OPS to assign him to a VIP suite. Noting: His now Ex-patent didn't have to report for duty for 48 hours so you might want to do some catching up. (Doc was just an old matchmaker like the rest of us officers at Fort Connor.)

 

As they walked to the VIP suite everyone on base knew the score and hoped it was a great two days for two deserving soldiers. The door to their suite barely closed and they were lip locked tearing off their clothes. As talented a mouth as our P.A. had his buddy took the lead and was committed to sharing the pleasure he had been given these past months. Dropping to his knees he engulfed a hard eight inch cock to the balls and sucked till they gave him his sweet reward. Kissing his buddy passionately, sharing the remnants of his orgasm he slowly undressed his lover stroking the monster between his legs as his tongue probed his lover's tonsils.

 

They strolled hand in hand to the shower and enjoyed the erotic sensation of teasing each other's bodies. The necessities of good cleaning only makes good sex so much better. Massaging each other with fluffy towels they proceeded to the bed and resumed the intimacy of licking, kissing, nibbling, touching, fondling, teasing and of course sucking till both of their balls exploded. Wrapped in each other's arms they basked in the intimacy of great sex and of the love they shared for one another. It was difficult to miss 13 inches of prime Army beef standing proud demanding attention and the smiles they shared said more than words.

 

Laying on his back, grabbing his knees and pulling them to his chest he offered up his sensitive ass to his lover whose tongue was almost as long as his cock. Just the thought of having his ass eaten had him near an orgasm and when lips clamped onto the pleasure tunnel between his succulent globes of creamy willing flesh his tongue went into overdrive.

 

Muffling his face in a pillow his screams were that of total abandonment. His body was freely given to his lover. He had to use every ounce of willpower to keep his balls from exploding and the feelings his body was experiencing he never wanted to end. Finally, the moment of truth arrived. His lover stopped, reached into the table for the lube and applied a copious amount to his cock and to the pleasure tunnel he was going to claim. As their arms wrapped around each other, legs on his shoulder, he slid his cock down the path between two beautiful creamy globes of flesh till he felt the entrance. Looking into his partners beautiful eyes, he kissed him deep and then snapped his hips driving all thirteen inches deep into his willing body.

 

The scream that he felt in his mouth was only enhanced by the fingers clutching at the cheeks of his ass. Both men knew this was a painful entrance to paradise but they would reach nirvana multiple times before they finally ceased sharing orgasms. Pulling out till only his cockhead remained he snapped his hips forward again and again driving his partner wild with lust and pleasure. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and his balls erupted searing his partners guts with his hot seed. They both knew it would take multiple orgasms before his hardness would wane and both men wanted this to last forever.

 

Ninety minutes and five orgasms later you could hear the sloppy slushy sound as his thirteen inch monster was withdrawn from a well fucked ass. They curled up together, kissed passionately and rested knowing they still had over 40 hours left to enjoy each other. Suddenly, his partner stumbled toward the bathroom as his considerate lover rushed to help him. Copious quantity of baby batter exploded from his body as his gut cramped with much pain. His partner held him in his arms and shared his concern. They both knew this would happen and nothing would stop them from making it happen again.

 

Finally, the cramps subsided and after a quick flush with the bidet they returned to bed to cuddle as two naked soldiers in love can cuddle. Surprised by a knock at the door the mess staff wheeled in a gourmet meal for our two lovers to enjoy. With the smiling comment: "You can't live on love alone"! Resupplied with energy our novice sword swallower proceeded to use his talented throat to pleasure thirteen thick inches of sensitive man meat driving his lover wild with pleasure. As he felt his balls draw tight to his body the only warning was: "Desert is served" as his balls blasted forth yet another massive amount of his man cream. Time for bed, we can eat the cheese cake later.

 

It was like living with a man on permanent Viagra... his cock was rock hard within minutes of his last orgasm. Time to kiss, tease and stroke till his partner loses control and claims his ass again. Both cocks were rock hard and leaking so it was no surprise when his legs were lifted onto his shoulders. Leaning forward he gently whispered into his lovers ears: "I'm going to fuck this load out of your balls" and so he did. He slid in gently till he was balls deep and then started to fuck and tease his prostate for what seemed an eternity. He could feel his partners balls explode but he remained rock hard and sliding full length in and out of his ass. Finally, as he was screaming he was cumming his lover gently thrust balls deep and just held it as my ass clamped around his cock and cemented their flesh together with their cum.

 

"My gut looked pregnant from all the cum he had deposited in me so I accepted my fate as he helped me back to the bathroom. There were very painful moments as I expelled his baby batter but I knew it would hurt and I accept the pain as part of loving this wonderful man. Whoever ordered the shower bidets should be forever blessed. They are the best friend a horny bottom could ever have."

 

Back in bed he slowly slid back into my well fucked ass as he wrapped his arms around me and we slumbered together for hours. As I awoke to my gut aching. Just looking at it I realized I might have been sleeping but my partner had again left a few hot loads of ball juice in my gut. Before I could make a dash for the bathroom he securely held me with one hand as he stroked my cock with the other until my body convulsed and I shot my load half way across the room. My considerate lover helped me again to the bathroom for a repeat performance with the bidets. He looked into my eyes as he held me tight and asked if I wanted to take a break? NEVER!!! He held me tight as I fell into an exhaustive sleep of pure pleasure endorphins.

 

I awoke to the feeling of my tight sphincter being forced open by his massive monster. The pain shot through my brain until I realized the cause and then I grasp the bed and knew the pain would soon turn to pleasure. He had well lubed his cock so it slid in to his balls with little effort. I wanted those full length long hard strokes which drove me to a sexual frenzy. I rolled over on my back and lifted my legs onto his shoulder offering him a position to go as deep as possible into my willing flesh. I wrapped my hands around his neck and drew his mouth to mine. "Fuck me, breed me, fill me with your hot seed, make me your bitch!!!" He was more than happy to oblige. To look between my legs and see that big monster conquering my ass caused my balls to explode and we both were still rock hard. My mind was out of control and I knew I had a lover I would never find again.

 

By the end of my 48 hour pass the entire base was astonished I could walk out of the VIP suite. I headed up to medical to check in with Doc to see if he needed anything done before morning formation. He smiled at me and simply said: "Examine Room Three... your stirrups await"! I should be offended but I was happy to have him spray my guts even if it meant no anal sex for another 14 days.

 

The loving couple walked into the mess hall to a standing ovation and cat calls that my sons should never hear again (I hope). I had to walk up and comment I was surprised their bodies could stand to even wear clothes after all the jungle grapevine told of your 48 hours of non-stop "therapy". They didn't even blush, YUP, they definitely were in love.

 

I sent the two lovers off with the first sergeant to get to know the base and meet as many of the men as possible. Of course, remember to thank the mess staff for their fine food which they provided so you had the energy for your 48 hours of intense therapy. Nothing was going to embarrass these two, there was no doubt they were in love.

 

The Chaplain knocked at my office and we chatted as old friends. He advised me his friend was very interested in my Chief of Staff position and asked that I forward his information onto my Human Resource team at my convenience (Which was YESTERDAY)! As soon as you have all the paperwork and clearance lets fly him out to Fort Connor for a face-to-face and see what he is like and if there is potential.

 

Two weeks passed and finally I got the news from Human Resources the Major had passed with flying colors and would I be on base for a while. "Unless POTUS changes my mind I will." Forty eight hours later I had the pleasure of greeting an officer of Latin decent that would break every single heart on base and give every man on base a raging hardon regardless of marital status. (And the chaplain turned down this stud for God, he definitely is a better man than I would have been.)

 

He was well versed in the role of a Chief of Staff so it wasn't anything shocking for him other than the prestige of it being for a Six Star General. Plenty of travel at a minutes notice and you'll get as much notice as POTUS gives me. (Which at times I think is about 60 seconds.) We both seemed to be agreeable to each other so I made him an offer I had made before... try it for six months and if for any reason either of us didn't feel like it was a good mix I'd do my best to get him whatever posting he desired. Looks like I've filled my two vacancies so I can breathe easier.

 

I processed the transfer papers and had our new Major's personal belongings expedited to Fort Connor. I'll send you and two new officers to Washington for HR to complete your paperwork, get fitted for your uniforms and to sign your life away. You'll get a promotion to Lt. Colonel in addition to all the other perks HR has discussed with you. If you don't have any further questions, I'll have the First Sergeant give you a quick tour and get you settled into a VIP suite for the night. You three can fly out to Washington in the morning after breakfast.

 

I quickly shot off an Email to Luke bringing him up-to-date on our three new staff members and that they would be staying at the Marriott for the next 7-14 days. Could you arrange for them to have dinner with you, Billy Bob, John, Connor, Logan, Alex and fill them in as only you can. It would be most appreciated. You scare any of them off you best find me a replacement. Thanks.

 

It was getting to be a pretty standard routine by now. Settling in at the Marriott, off to the tailors, time to do some personal shopping, dinners in the Penthouse, a meet and greet with a Q&A afterwards and to my surprise they were actually more excited after getting all the "down sides" of Fort Connor from my former imps. The one bad thing about their trips our two lovers were constantly enjoying sex and new Chief of Staff was left to a tube of lube and the palm of his hand. Oh, well... he'll have plenty of men ready to please this stud once he goes skinny dipping with the men. I doubt if he will be spending many nights alone.

 

It has been so long since we have had a significant problem with any of the imps it is easy to forget they even exist. Even my two sons have been so well behaved I have to wonder what they have been doing. (Or is that WHO they have been doing?) I like being a father and I make every effort to kiss my sons goodnight regardless of what time they sneak in after curfew. None of the imps have had to be disciplined in so long I'm beginning to wonder if they are sick. Something isn't normal here but I guess I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

 

Finally, my three new staff additions arrived back from Washington and I assigned them to half days of orientation with my existing team and half days to working with the First Sergeant and getting certified with their guns, learning the nuisances of Fort Connor and slowly changing the ever present attitude in the Military of Officers vs Enlisted. We all work together at Fort Connor and hopefully it will be an easy transition of their mindset.

 

Privately, the Chaplain was praying his Ex-Lover (Now my Chief of Staff) would find someone on base to satisfy his Latin hormones and remove temptation from his path. Yes, he was loyal to God but he is a man and with his "friend" so close he was a man giving him a raging hardon. God was challenging his commitment to his faith and our Chaplain was determined to remain loyal to his dedication to God. He and his partner had long and frank discussions about his troubled soul and he truly was fortunate to have a partner that understood and would help him to stay true to mission he had dedicated his life to serving in the name of God. The Chaplain's poor partner spent many a morning in Doc's stirrups getting his ass sprayed so he could walk and sit without being in agony. The Chaplain was loved in body, mind and spirit. He had a commitment to the men of Fort Connor to show them a committed lifestyle that included intimacy, sex and first and foremost LOVE!

 

Finally, I could relax in my quarters with the love of my life, Jason. He was so happy to have me back and I knew as soon as we got the kids settled in bed he'd be tearing up my ass from missing me so much. I was ready for him and wanted it even more than he wanted to give it to me. It seemed life everyone at Fort Connor had a better sex life than Jason and I did and that wasn't fair. One of the flaws of the military command structure. (Why so many military marriages end in divorce.) I was so fortunate to have a man and children who understood and believe in the good my life in the military was doing not only for children around the world but people in general. I truly have been blessed with a wonderful family. (Even if I do have a nymphomaniac son in training and an Ex-Virgin who can't keep his hands off of his lover.) If only my parents could have been so understanding.

 

When I settled in next to Jason the sounds coming from Andrew's room were unmistakable, he was getting his brains fucked out and he sure wasn't complaining about it. Jason smiled at me and said they've been going at it like that for over two hours. I do believe we have a nymphomaniac on our hands. I smiled at him and said: "I should be jealous"?

 

Jeremy walked his friend out of his room and escorted him to our front door. He smiled at me and said: "Hi, dad"! Glad you got home safely. Scampered back to his room and came back naked as the day he was born with a towel over his shoulder heading to our shower. I turned to Jason and simply comment: "I see he got lucky tonight also". I locked the entrance to our quarters and pulling Jason to his feet walked him hand in hand to our bedroom.

 

I hung my uniform neatly and then crawled under the covers with my sensual hunk of male flesh which is mine for eternity. There was little doubt feeling between his legs what his desire was for the evening. As I kissed him passionately he began leaking to the max and I simply used it as lube as I stroked his manhood to keep him highly motivated.

 

Kissing him passionately I simply whispered into his ear how much I needed him and to hell with foreplay. Take me and show me how much you missed me. This was going to be a hillbilly style fuck and I'd be needing Doc before I want to flag raising in the morning. One hard fast thrust and the pain was exquisite as it sent my brain to Nirvana and waited for my body to join it. Jason was making up for my time away and fucked me with a vengeance I only saw my first night back from a long trip. I knew by morning my gut would be distended and I would be in agony until I expelled the results of our night of raw animal sex. I would sleep tonight with Jason buried deep in my body and he'd be reminding me frequently how much he still desires my body especially my tight ass. As I hobbled to the shower the next morning I had to feel some empathy for our new P.A. tackling a 13 inch thick monster every night. I'm not a size queen but that has to rival some of the best porn movies made in Hollywood. I'm not going to suggest that to anyone as it probably pays better than the Army stipend they receive. (At least we provide condoms without charge!)

 

Halfway through the night I awoke to a horrendous scream coming from Andrews room. Grabbing my Glock I jumped out of bed which violently jerked Jason's cock from my ass. My adrenalin was so high I failed to realize the pain I had caused myself. Entering Andrews room he was on the bed in a fetal position crying his heart out. "Dad, I saw you die... your plane exploded!" The tears were streaming down his face as I held him and assured him POTUS and the Army was taking every precaution. When Andrew stopped his crying he started laughing at me. I was standing in his room totally naked with Jason's cum draining out of my ass, running down my leg and puddling on his floor. "Dad, you need to go take a shower."

 

None of us know how long we have on this earth and we need to make good use of the time that is allowed to us. To reassure Andrew I had the mechanics at Fort Connor and Andrews AFB do a complete search of all our aircrafts and asked they use a bomb sniffing dog as well. As I expected the evaluation of the aircraft to be futile I was in shock when they found explosives with a remote trigger on both the Lear Jet and my 747 behemoth. POTUS was livid and demanded 24/7 security on all my aircraft immediately. Andrew's premonition saved my life.

 

When he came home from school the next day I hugged him, kissed him and told him he was responsible for keeping me alive. Whatever power that is protecting our family I'm glad you are on good terms with it.

 

It was becoming apparent the ungodly sum of money being offered for my head was even tempting individuals with high security clearances. The order was given that no one boarded or worked on any of our aircrafts alone. They had to work in teams of 2 or more. We had bomb sniffing dogs go over the planes before I stepped foot on it. POTUS wasn't ready to replace me and Colonel Allman wasn't in a rush to inherit my stars. Logan, Alex and I quickly realized with the amount of money being offered for me "Dead or Alive" there was no longer a security check that could be trusted to guarantee my safety. The money was just too obscene and tempting.

 

As I was coming down from my adrenalin high suddenly an explosion rocked Fort Connor and a ball of flames erupted over our runway. The bomb that was being removed from my plan was activated and fortunately all the bomb techs had enough time to clear the blast zone but the Jet was a total loss. (What's another $10,000,000.00 USD hit to Logan's bottom line this quarter?)

 

The terrifying fact now remains that someone at Fort Connor triggered the explosive and no one knew who could be trusted. That fear alone could destroy all the comradery we have developed over the years. Our best chance was CyberCom and finding/draining the cash reserves of the individuals financing the attacks on my life.

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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