ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES

 

Chapter 052 – A Great Honor... From the Heart

 

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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:

 

 

*Adam Mann: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

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

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

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

Andrew & Jeremy Allen: Adopted sons of Mason Allen and Jason Vance

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

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

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

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

Bob Jones: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)

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

*Connor Williams: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Deceased lover of Doug Meat)

Danny Henry: One Star Brigadier General ,U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)

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

*Doug Meat: Six Star General of the Armies U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Frazer Sullivan: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Fort Connor Alpha Zulu 69)

*Gloria Worthington: aka "Mama Bear" Board Chair of Worthington Industries (a major multi-national defense contractor)

Hank Henry-Jones: Adopted Son of Bob Jones & Danny Henry

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

Jacob, David & Uri Leib: Wards of Luke & John Worthington (Israeli Nationals)

Jamie Bob Vance: Love of Aiden McIntyre

Jamison Miller: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Worthington Executive Security)

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

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

John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries

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

*Liam McIntyre: CFO Worthington Industries & Partner of Luke Worthington

Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington

Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries

*Magnus Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Medical Trauma Surgon

Manuel de Vázquez: Physicist/Engineer - Worthington Industries

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Robert Allen Gregory, Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

"Angus" (Name Classified): (Son of a domestic terrorist in protective custody at Fort Connor)

"Biff" Jones (Name Classified): (Son of POTUS and guest in residence at Fort Connor)

 

*=Gone but not forgotten

 

I couldn't believe how fast the week passed and we were soon aboard Alpha Zulu One and headed to Washington. The "Beast" deposited us at the Marriott and Luke insisted we stay at the Penthouse. I knew a major conspiracy was in the works when Dale asked if he could speak privately with Luke in his study. (I guess the kid has a right to some privacy.) We relaxed the balance of the day as a family knowing that tomorrow would bring a new revelation to our lives and one I hope Dale was ready to endure with us.

 

An early brunch was scheduled by Luke and John and to my surprise Dale excused himself and scurried off to his room only to return dressed in a suit and tie. (A small miracle for any teenager.) We were informed dress uniforms in 30 minutes, please and thank you. Luke's smile let us know it wasn't an option. As we exited our bedroom in our dress uniforms a knock at the door announced S.D.'s arrival also impeccably attired. Dale took our hands and asked the three of us to join him. Security escorted us to the "Beast" and our motorcade proceeded to this unknown destination. I was shocked when we pulled into Arlington National Cemetery and Dale asked S.D. to please join us as we exited the "Beast". As the four of us walked to the grave of Mason Allen, Dale told S.D. he knew he had forgone Mason's funeral to make his mother's dying wish a reality and give him a family. It was time for him to say goodbye to his old friend and he hoped he'd allow him the privilege of sharing that goodbye with him. (Damn, is this kid "8 or 18"?) S.D. finally broke down in tears at the loss of his good friend and the three of us comforted him saying how proud Mason would be of him. Matt and I held S.D. and told him there was no greater tribute you could have made to the memory of Mason than to give Dale a loving family. At that point all four of us were in tears.

 

We returned to the Penthouse and Dale rushed to his "Uncle Luke" hugging him and thanking him for letting him make this special for S.D. (In the short period of time Dale has been part of our family he has already stolen our hearts [And learned Matt's deceptive talents]!) Luke told us to get comfortable, we didn't have to be at the White House until 8pm and the national TV broadcast was scheduled for 9pm with a reception afterwards.

 

We returned to the family room as Luke and John said they had something special for the newest member of our family. To Dale's surprise John produced a high end gaming computer with every imaginable computer game on the market already installed along with a computer backpack. Hugs and kisses abounded as Dale thanked his new "uncles" for this fantastic gift. We suggested he take a nap as this would be a long evening and he needed to be prepared for the White House Press and the National Media frenzy.

 

1930 hours we were dressed, in the "Beast" and heading toward the White House arriving precisely on time. The President greeted Dale warmly and Dale smiled as he was reminded of being told he'd be in the White House again soon. After a brief televised address with the three of us standing at the side of POTUS, we adjourned to the White House Press room and to face the frenzy of the sharks who call themselves reporters. After a few brief comments by POTUS we were barraged with questions. We almost stopped the Q&A when they started asking Dale about becoming our son. Even POTUS was impressed with his mature answer. "The Worthingtons aren't just a super rich family, they are caring individuals. S.D. Worthington missed the funeral of his best friend to meet with my mother and make her dying wish a reality for me to have a forever family. I have two wonderful fathers I will cherish forever." With that answer POTUS thanked them and we made a hasty exit to the Oval office. POTUS turned to us and commented we had a Jr. politician in the family. He was glad Dale wasn't old enough to run for President.

 

As Security fought an opening through the international media amassed in the lobby of the Marriott, Matt and I were surprised they were more aggressive getting comments from Dale than from us. When we finally made it to the Penthouse Luke and John were smiling at us commenting the TV commentaries are saying your son upstaged his fathers which made us beam with pride. We hugged Dale and told him to take a long hot shower and get ready for bed. We'd be in shortly to kiss him goodnight.

 

I turned to S.D. and chided him: "How old did you say this kid was? His parents did a fantastic job of raising him. Our biggest challenge is going to be making sure he has time to be a kid." S.D. assured us that Taylor and Tyler would have him a "juvenile delinquent" in a short amount of time. Enjoy the "honeymoon" while you have one. (Oh, how truer words were never spoken!)

 

As we planned to spend the next 10 days in Washington for both formal and informal meetings. The past months of briefing books, briefing sessions with both White House and Pentagon staff members started to make sense. We now realized wherever we went the "circus" would be following us "ringmasters". As Matt and I returned from tucking Dale in bed and kissing him goodnight I turned to John and asked him another favor. Dale needs to go to the tailor and get fitted for some suits and his ballistic armor. (Plus anything else you think he needs.) The reply came with a big smile: "Consider it done"!

 

As Matt and I made the informal rounds of Capitol Hill meeting with influential Senators assuring them our only motivation was to continue the work of our good friend and mentor Mason Allen... We had warned Dale that John and a security detail was taking him shopping and PLEASE don't try to ditch them. Always keep one or more of them as close as a second skin. PROMISE? "Yes, dads."

 

Matt and I aren't going to feel secure till Dale is in ballistic armor and has the "gun drill" down pat. That training will start the minute we are back at Fort Connor, until then he can watch his fathers from the Penthouse on TV with Luke and John.

 

Matt and I finally completed all our informal "meet and greets" on the "hill" and then faced two days of close door hearings. (No great surprises...) But, when it came to the public hearing damn, did it get political. It seemed like everyone had their "nose to the trough" and was trying to get something for their constituency. After three days of "hell" and us "biting our tongues" the committee chairman gaveled the question and they voted unanimously to recommend our appointment as six star General of the Armies to the full Senate. (With the love Mason Allen had in the United States any politician who said anything negative about him or inferred anything negative about him could kiss their political career goodbye.) On a vote of 99-1 (Out of respect for George Washington) we were confirmed and both the White House and Pentagon went into a major celebration.

 

Within minutes of the final vote the Penthouse phone rang and advised us to be at the White House at 2000 hours the next day for our oath and to receive our rank. I sure hoped Dale was ready but as POTUS said, he was a natural when it came to the media.

 

Dale proudly held the bible as we took our oath and was so proud when every General, Officer and Soldier present snapped to attention and saluted his fathers. I sure hoped he was as happy when he was forced to stay at Fort Connor when we had our first long international trip. Even with video conferencing it just isn't the same. All we can do is prepare him and know all of Fort Connor will help him.

 

Finally, we were back at the Penthouse and could escape from our garish uniforms and I knew why Mason and all of his predecessors hated them. Dale thought they were sharp and told us to "man up"! (Damn, and he isn't even a teenager yet!) It was no surprise when Luke and John presented us with our Gold inlaid custom Glocks with the gold W and diamond encrusted star grips. Dale asked if he could see them and we agreed but he wasn't allowed to touch. S.D. walked in with two long rosewood cases which we knew were our sabers. Dale was in awe and asked if he could hold one. "Just this once, they aren't a play toy." I knew from Mason's comments that any argument regarding how garish our new uniforms are would only fall on deaf ears so as Mama Bear would say: "Resistance is futile"!

 

Finally, it was time to head for Andrews and return to the sanctuary of Fort Connor. Dale was shocked when we told him to put on one of his new suite, shirt and tie from the tailor. I couldn't believe all the boxes which got loaded into the escort vehicles. After going through a metal detector and a bomb sniffing dog they were loaded onto our jet and we could finally get airborne for Fort Connor. The ever present Air Force jets accompanied us now even in U.S. airspace.

 

It was still early in the day when we arrived and we asked Dale to get into some comfortable BDUs and join us at the practice range. (Oh, how we were going to disappoint him.) He hoped we were going to allow him to fire live rounds... NADA! But, we did want to show him why a suit and tie would always be required in public. We had the armory staff put the lightweight ceramic armor on a practice dummy and give us a loaded Glock. Firing at point blank range Dale was shocked to see the armor stop the rounds. We assured him if he got hit with a live round he would probably live but he would hurt so bad he'd wish the bullet had killed him. All of our uniforms and his suits were made of the same material. If he was going to be part of our lives and our family we would protect him. Nothing is 100% foolproof but wearing one of these suits in public gives you the best possible chance for survival. The other choice is for you to remain secure at Fort Connor. The choice is yours.

 

Also, the bad news... starting tomorrow morning you will learn the gun drill to the point anytime you hear the word GUN your body is flat on the ground and the next thing you will feel is one or more soldiers covering your body. This will be engrained in your muscle memory and will just happen automatically. I suggest you take the learning sessions seriously, you won't appreciate learning the necessity of it the hard way.

 

Now, you have free time till evening retreat. Go have some fun. Little did he know I had Taylor and Tyler waiting in my conference room sweating bullets wondering what they had done this time. I could have paddled their naked asses and they would have only wondered which of their many pranks they had done to deserve it. Much to their relief I was candid with them that our new young son needed to know how to be a kid his age. You two are as much to one side of the scale being "pranksters" as he is to the other being an "adult". Don't teach him all of your bad habits but help him to be a normal kid, please. The "shit eating grin" on their faces made me wonder if Matt and I had let the genie out of the bottle. They scurried off to find Dale and I wondered if the men of Fort Connor were ready to face the new trio of pranksters.

 

After two weeks of attempting to motivate Dale to understand the importance of the Gun drill Matt and I decided more drastic motivation was required. Unknown even to T&T our 1^st Sergeant had a new young (unknown) private requisition a Glock from the armory and after a triple check that it was loaded with blanks proceeded to stalk our trio of mischief makers. Out of the shadows our unknown private appeared and immediately emptied every round in his Glock magazine point blank into the chest of our trio of terror. All three of them got the desired reaction... wet soggy underwear and BDUs. (At least Dale knew that T&T wasn't in on the prank.) Matt and I were in our quarters when he returned. "Really, was that necessary?" As he stormed off to his bedroom returning to take a shower and put on dry clothes. Perhaps now you'll understand the need for the gun drill and take it more seriously. If it hadn't been a Private shooting blanks you could just as easily be dead. The price you pay for hanging out with your fathers in public.

 

The 1^st Sergeant within days reported Dale was taking the Gun drill with a high degree of seriousness. We only regretted it took such motivation for him to realize the necessity. T&T were livid that they hadn't been warned. I knew we'd pay the price with some future prank but Dale's safety outweighed any prank they could play on us. (Little did we know that T&T really threatened Dale if he didn't wise up and take the drill seriously... They did and he will OR ELSE! He got the message loud and clear.)

 

We got proof a few weeks later when T&T yelled GUN as Dale was in the mess hall line and immediately was face down in his meal tray. T&T only looked at him and said: "Paybacks are hell". Our two red headed monsters weren't without mercy as they helped him back to our quarters and into a hot shower as his fathers delivered meals for the three to our quarters and complimented Dale on taking the training so seriously. We sincerely hope you'll never use it but it might just save your life. (When Dale walked through the mess line at our next meal the men stood and applauded at our successful young imp. We only want a safe and rewarding future for this special young man.)

 

Later that evening as we tucked him into bed he hugged us, kissed us and thanked us for caring so much for his safety. He loved us more every day. Matt and I beamed as we snuggled in our bed knowing we loved this imp even more than the first day we met him. He was the son we never dreamed of having in our lives.

 

The inevitable was soon to be faced. POTUS and the Pentagon had us on "meet and greets" to every major military base in the United States. We asked Dale if he wanted to join us as we visited around the country or if he wanted to spend the time on base with T&T. As school would be starting shortly after we returned he wanted to spend as much time as possible with his fathers. As proud as we were of him we wanted him to be a normal kid and prankster. T&T weren't living up to their reputation. (I guess there is a first time for everything.)

 

Every base we visited when into a "lock down" during our visit. We had the mandatory "meet and greet" with the officers but like Mason Allen we demanded unfettered access to the enlisted soldiers and especially to any hospitalized soldiers. Dale was fantastic with the hospital patients and they only complimented him on what a fantastic man his father must have been. He graciously thanked them as he stifled a sob and a tear escaped from his eye. He held our hands tight and he knew we loved him more every day. It always embarrassed him when we tucked him in at night and kissed him. We never wanted him to forget we were also in love with him more every day.

 

On the fourth base we visited Dale was getting comfortable with our routine. Suddenly, without warning a young soldier appeared with a handgun and Matt and I yelled GUN as we threw Dale to the ground and covered his body with ours. Two of our security detail immediately covered ours. The remaining security team emptied their Uzi clips neutralizing the threat. We were whisked away to our quarters and we immediately tore off Dales clothes to make certain he didn't get hit by any stray bullets. Other than soggy underwear he survived and now realized how important the Gun Drill was in learning. "You warned me about how much it would hurt getting hit by a bullet, you never mention four adults landing on top of me!"

 

As Dale was taking a long hot shower and putting on dry clothing (AGAIN) the base commander appeared at our quarters and apologized profusely for the incident. We would not change our schedule and we would meet with his soldiers and the hospital patients as planned. After the base commander left we asked Dale to sit with us and asked whether he wanted to make the public visits with us or remain in our quarters. He was adamant he would be with us. He was our son and no one would scare him away. (I knew where he got his courage and that his parents would be so proud of him.) He never again complained about being asked to wear a suit and tie.

 

When we finally returned to Fort Connor and settled into our quarters T&T came busting in and headed to Dale's bedroom. Matt and I could hear them chattering and chiding Dale they were starting a "Soggy Shorts Club" and he could be a charter member. Dale laughed at them and freely admitted he had been scared to death. (At least a first, admitting he was a normal kid.) I asked the Chaplain to talk with Dale and make certain there weren't any emotional scars from the incident. Not many young children see a man nearly cut in two by multiple bursts from an Uzi. Not something I want our son to experience often.

 

T&T had their own treatment for any potential PTSD Dale might have. After their video games battled to a draw they asked Dale to join them in their room. When they commented they doubted if he got much privacy to even jerk off between his fathers and the security detail he turned a bright red. Taking their friend by the hands they held him and it was obvious from his BDUs tenting T&T had the solution for any stress management needed. Within minutes, Dale's BDUs were around his ankles and the well experienced mouths of T&T gave him the first orgasm (dry) of his young life. As his brain returned to time and space he grasp them, kissed them and asked them to please do it again. (Like T&T needed an invitation.) By the time they finished Dale was really tender and was very uncomfortable pulling up his underwear. To the rescue T&T produced some of Doc super lube to ease the discomfort.

 

When Dale returned to our quarters Matt and I asked what the three of them were up to all afternoon. Dale turned a bright red and rushed off to his room. Finally, the start of a normal adolescent child with budding hormones.

 

After morning flag raising and breakfast Matt and I finally made it to our office to find a few thick briefing books and the obvious destination of our first international trip. It was becoming a tradition for our first trip to be to the Court of Saint James and to meet with Her Majesty the Queen. Nothing had prepared us for the pomp and circumstance of the brits. Her Majesty was most gracious and asked how our son fared with the trauma of the attack on his fathers. Even she smiled when Matt told her about our son's friends offering him a charter membership in the "Soggy Shorts Club". Dale would have killed us if he knew we told the Queen of England about his membership offer. Our son didn't have to know everything we told people about him.

 

The British Ministry of Defense was testing us as individuals as much as they had our predecessors. We also agreed with our predecessors they were a bunch of stuck up snobs. At least the Prime Minister had a personality and could relate as a father. It was an enjoyable meeting at Number 10 Downing Street. But alas, the British press were even worse than the American Press... the Press being something Matt and I would learn to endure over the years but definitely never would enjoy.

 

Returning from the United Kingdom our HR dream team finally had candidates ready for our selection. When it came to our Aide-de-camp positions we had four equally qualified men two without families and two who had supportive families. Matt and I selected the two without families who could better cope with the extended time away from Fort Connor. We gifted the remaining two qualified candidates to Bob and Danny as their Aides which they greatly appreciated our gesture.

 

Then it was up to them to make the selection of their Adjutant and Chief of Staff. Four equally qualified men and I was glad they had to make the final selection. They remembered history well and went with the deck of cards and low card "out". Not scientific but fair. The losers would be given "first refusal" on any new opening in the future.

 

Finally, Fort Connor was fully staffed and we could start building a team that would last us for years. A team that T&T were waiting to terrorize and had been planning for weeks waiting for the final selection of their next victims.

 

POTUS was in father mode when he video conference and told us we needed to be fathers over the festive holidays. Dale needed a family more than POTUS needed two ambassadors. I was becoming more impressed with this man every time we talked. T&T informed Dale his attendance at Camp Phoenix wasn't an option for Thanksgiving and Logan and Alex gave the same lecture to Matt and me. (Now I know why we have "deputies"!) Connor took over the kitchen and the feast was without equal. T&T insisted Dale share their bedroom and I figured those three would be up "gaming" all night. Little did I know their computer work would be Sex Ed on every type of porn web site they could find. YUP, T&T were turning our child into a normal horny kid fast. (I have to remember to be careful what I ask for in the future.)

 

After we returned to Fort Connor, Matt and I got some idea of what our trio of "monsters in training" had been up to while we adults were celebrating. As we were relaxing one evening Dale came in and sat between us. Could he ask us a very personal question. Ask away. We were gay? YES We have sex together? YES We enjoy having sex together? YES What if he finds out he is straight, will we still love him? (I couldn't imagine the courage it took Dale to even ask that question.)

 

Matt and I held him and told him nothing would ever stop us from loving him. Whether he finds he is straight, bi, gay or any combination of the above he is our son and we will love him. He can always ask us anything about himself and/or his body and we will be totally honest with him. If he doesn't feel comfortable asking us, he can ask Doc, the Chaplain or any of his 200+ big brothers. They will all answer him honestly. No one is going to make any decision for you. It is your body and it will be your choice. Dale wrapped his arms around our necks and kissed us both. We had just passed our first test as parents and hopefully passed with flying colors.

 

When Matt and I were together in bed that night I commented I had asked T&T to help make him a normal kid acting his age and I guess they have been working overtime. Matt laughed as he held me, kissed me and made love to me before sleep overtook our stressed out bodies. Teaching Sex Ed was also one of those classes we weren't taught by the United States Army. We were now starting to feel like the parents of a maturing young man.

 

The Christmas Holiday is always stressful when you have 200+ men most who have no family or an estranged family. Luke and John have always had additional funds allocated so every man on base received something special on Christmas. Our entire family was again invited to Camp Phoenix for Christmas as we assured Dale we would join him as soon as we handed out presents to the men on Christmas morning. It was a long tradition which we were committed to continuing. Then we were off to spend the balance of the day and a holiday vacation at Camp Phoenix. The kids received practical and frivolous gifts and not the super expensive gifts you'd expect the children of the richest family in the country would receive. Dale told everyone he had already received the greatest gift he could receive in his life... two wonderful fathers. The room was deathly quiet until T&T yelled: LET'S EAT!!!

 

Finally, the events of the day over, Dale settled in with T&T doing what their fathers should never know about and finally without the burden of looking after a military base and 200+ soldiers I could enjoy a night of passion and romance with the man I love. The sex was gentle and romantic until Matt lost control and my ass got pounded into the mattress. I reached a screaming orgasm only muffled by the pillow in my mouth. By morning my ass was on fire from the amount of sperm Matt had injected and we remembered the night stand was always stocked with Doc's super lube. RELIEF!!! Dale still had a cherry ass but he sure found out fast that even an all-nighter session of oral sex can result in a might tender piece of meat between ones legs. I tried not to be embarrassed when we returned to Fort Connor and Dale asked me if I had a tube of Doc's super lube, his cock was mighty tender. I handed him a tube and asked him if he required assistance. "No thank you" was his polite response. Damn, the kid wasn't even embarrassed.

 

I gave Dale and POTUS plenty of notice... POTUS was not to schedule anything over spring break and Dale to make sure to have all his schoolwork submitted by the last day before break. Matt and I were taking him on a long overdue vacation to Hawaii. Dale was in awe when he saw our 747 behemoth waiting for us at Andrews as we started our trip. We made certain to take our overworked Aides and offered the opportunity to most of our staff so no one felt left out. (I'd make certain our "deputies" got a well deserved vacation when we returned.)

 

Nothing is more beautiful than swimming in our infinity edge pool watching the sunset over the pacific. Dale had no embarrassment about skinny dipping with his fathers. We made the cursory dinner parties as guests of the base commanders and then our required access to their enlisted men and men in the hospital. Dale was as always the major hit upstaging even his fathers. (The Pentagon Public Relations should have him on salary!) Being a normal kid he immediately stripped down and put on jeans and a casual shirt the minute the door closed on our suite. Modesty wasn't in this kids DNA.

 

All too soon we were headed back to Fort Connor and fortunately our behemoth had mid-air refueling so we avoided a lot of banquets with base commanders and officers. All three of us commented on missing meeting the average soldiers.

 

My first day back at Fort Connor I had no more than finished our morning staff meeting and OPS announced POTUS on a video conference call for the two of us. More gracious than POTUS had ever been he asked if the two of us would join him at the White House on a personal matter. (Like we could refuse?) When would it be convenient? YESTERDAY! As the jet was being fueled I advised Bob and Danny of POTUS requesting us in Washington and told Dale he might want to move in with T&T till we got back. (What a no brainer!!!) A quick inflight chat assured us a bed for the night with Luke & John. Even they had no idea of what was happening that would have POTUS asking us to the White House.

 

As Matt and I sat patiently waiting for POTUS to have an opening in his schedule he invited us into the Oval Office and apologized for keeping us waiting. This was not a meeting with your Commander and Chief this is a meeting of a "father to a father". I need your help.

 

Over spring break my 14 year old son came out to me and admitted he was gay. I frankly could care less what his sexual orientation is just so he is happy. But, I can't help him and answer any questions about being gay. I suggested he might benefit from spending time at Fort Connor knowing every man on base is gay with the possible exclusion of Alexander. Will you help me? Little did we know how much this might just help Dale also.

 

We graciously offered to do anything we could to help with the warning if his son proposition a soldier he might not be returning a virgin. POTUS understood the risk. His son would lose his virginity even if he didn't go to Fort Connor when he was ready for that step in his life. Knowing we were billeted at the Penthouse with Luke and John he would have the Secret Service deliver his son to Andrews, just let him know our departure details.

 

Returning to the Marriott I brought up OPS on my wrist com and asked to have senior staff available for a video conference at 1400 hours. That gives us enough time to have an enjoyable lunch before we have to break the news to our friends. Luke and John saw much humor in POTUS requesting our assistance and Matt and I failed to see any such humor. It was bad enough coping with educating our own son but now the son of the leader of the free world. At least with our son we had no one to blame but ourselves and hopefully had time to correct any mistake. I sure hope POTUS was serious about not being concerned if his son returned from Fort Connor without his virginity. Oh, well... these six stars are for life, the most they can do is retire us.

 

When we video conferenced with staff half were shocked and the other half saw much humor in our predicament. Just have another set of black BDUs in the spare bedroom in our quarters. I'm sure not going to turn him loose with T&T 24/7 which had the staff roaring in laughter. When asked how Dale was doing the staff assured me he was a perfect gentleman. Gentlemen... that isn't what I want to hear. T&T were instructed to help change him into a normal kid. Gently remind them of their assignment from their Commanding Generals! OVER AND OUT!

 

Dale met us at the plane when we landed and was in shock when the President's son exited the plane before his fathers. Our identity was verified and we headed off to Medical for our off base blood work. I quietly mention to Doc to do a complete blood workup on our guest and chipping him was not an option... it would be done! I had the mess staff serve a late lunch for the four of us in our quarters and then asked Dale to ask T&T to help and show our guest around Fort Connor. I quickly gave our guest our two cardinal rules and warned him even his father couldn't protect his ass if he violated one of them. UNDERSTOOD? YES SIR!

 

Dale might be younger but he was far more mature than our 14 year old guest. They chatted freely and Dale was shocked that he freely admitted to being gay and wanted to know some gay men and more about the gay world. You've got 200+ gay men here, what better place to learn. T&T reinforced my warning to his father, be careful what you ask and how you ask it or you might be returning to Washington less your virginity. Our young guest only smiled at the comment.

 

I requested a 1630 hour staff meeting and explained to them all the details. Please advise all staff our guest is to be treated like any other imp and any question regardless of the nature of the question is to be answered truthfully unless it deals with security. Any disciplinary problems need to be brought to my personal and immediate attention.

 

By retreat and our evening meal everyone on base knew who our new imp was and why he was at Fort Connor. No adult would try to seduce an imp but if he asks a question it would be answered and if he wanted sex and asked for it he wouldn't be a virgin returning to Washington. POTUS knew the ground rules when he asked for our help. School work and a school day schedule would be as normal and our imps routine would remain unchanged. Matt and I were going to owe Alexander a mountain of doggie treats by the time we were done coping with this challenge to our careers.

 

The first major adjustment our "guest" needed to face was a 0600 hour wake up followed by an ice cold shower if he didn't motivate his body quickly. Flag raising, breakfast, PT and then school. (Did he think this was going to be a vacation? NADA!!!)

 

Finally, at lunch I had Dale and T&T take him around and introduce him to the squads. As usually our friendly men invited him to join them for their meal. He was still on the shy side but that was soon to change. Running into our quarters after school Dale yelled to grab a towel and let's hit the pool. "But, I didn't pack any swimming trunks." DUH... "You don't need any" came the shocking reply. There are only gay men on base, we skinny dip. Oh, well... you wanted to know about gay men and the gay life. Nothing like ripping off the bandaid.

 

By the end of the first day our new young friend had an exhausted body and his brain was in "system overload". After a hot shower, we tucked Dale in bed and kissed him goodnight. A very embarrassed 14 year old was surprised when we knocked at his door and also kissed him goodnight. We'd see him at 0600 hours in the morning. Sleep well.

 

As I snuggled into bed with the man I love I looked into his eyes as I passionately kissed him. "First day `down' and we still have our `stars'. Miracles do happen!"

 

As our family was walking to breakfast I asked our young addition what he preferred to be called. Our young addition said the Secret Service had developed an online persona for his protection and he was known as "Biff Jones". "Biff" is as good a name as any if it is OK with you. T&T were in shock when I introduced "Biff" to our men. Biff had bested T&T many times in many different video games. Now they planned a few games they knew they would be "besting" Biff.

 

After breakfast as Matt and I headed off to our staff meeting, Dale and Biff went off with T&T hopefully to raise some mischief and turn Dale into a normal kid. T&T had different plans scheduled. As they entered T&T's quarters and got comfortable our two resident monsters advised Biff they had a new game for him to play. Always being competitive Biff stood as T&T ripped open the Velcro tabs on his BDUs and let them drop to his ankles.

 

You could hear an audible gasp as T&T stood staring at 8" of soft teenage meat. Their lust went into overdrive and Dale was ready to help as soon as he figured out how. Taylor was first as his mouth wrapped around Biff's cockhead and Dale could hear Biff moan and gasp as he held Taylors head preventing him from retreating. Tyler dropped his BDUs and straddling Biff's chest as he managed to sink his cock head into Biff's mouth. Every inch of meat between Dale's legs was rock solid and wanted a mouth to pleasure it. Taylor started sputtering as Biff's balls exploded and coated his mouth, tonsils, throat and shot a massive amount headed to his stomach. Biff released Taylors head as Tyler shot a small juicy load which Biff could easily manage. As Dale comment: "What about me"? Biff pulled him into bed and swallowed his cock, licking and sucking until Dale had a massive dry orgasm.

 

Biff lay in bed exhausted and thanked T&T for such a warm welcome to Fort Connor. The Secret Service would go ape if this was done while they were protecting me. T&T simply smiled and said: "What they don't know won't hurt any of us". Anytime you want a repeat just let us know.

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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