ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES
Chapter 081 – Love Conquers All
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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: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)
Caleb Afolabi: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army – Fort Connor Adjutant
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: Four Star Brigadier 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
Duke Stone III: General (4 Star), U.S. Army – Protector of Dale Gordon Longdick-Allman
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)
Gerald Isaac: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Tommy Longdick-Allman
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: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor
Jason Bob Vance: (Brother of Billy Bob Vance and partner of Mason Allen)
*Jax Arthur King: Colonel, U.S.
Army - Security for Shawn Longdick-Allman
John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries
Juaquin "Jay" de Vázquez: Son of Manual de Vázquez
Juan Martinez: Major, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia
Lars Alison: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army – Deputy Base Command, Fort Connor
*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
Mark Roberts: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Bobby Longdick-Allman
Manuel de Vázquez: Physicist/Engineer - Worthington Industries
Mario "Mani" Garcia: Son of the President of Mexico
*Mason Allen: Six Star General
of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Matt Longdick: Four Star General, 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
Randy Johnson: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Shawn LongDick-Allman
*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 Jackson: Lieutentant General (3 Star), U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor
Rod LittleFeather: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler
Roger DeSoto: Major, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia
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
0500 hours and OPS is advising Worthington One is requesting authorization to land. This is the second time lately Luke has been up this early so something is definitely troubling him. I granted authorization and hurried to go through my morning ritual so I could meet Worthington One at the runway.
A very pensive Luke descended from Worthington One, had his credentials verified and we settled into our armored Land Rover. Luke asked that Matt join us in my office, we needed to talk before breakfast and our morning staff meeting.
Luke proceeded to inform Matt and me how in-depth the security review had been of Jax's death. Not being satisfied with the local police or state police reports... POTUS set up a task force of FBI, NSA, CIA, DIA and the Secret Service to totally scour every aspect of it. The one big FUBAR (Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition) was running the attackers DNA. Either it wasn't done or it was a "half ass" job of doing it. The DNA came back with a family match to ANGUS! Our old "friends" the Biker Gang have come out of their hole and are back after you and your family. The word is out there is a $1,000,000.00 USD bounty for the "head" of any member of your family. Needless to say, this presents a major security issue. I suggest we meet with your administrative team and then with your son's bodyguards immediately after breakfast and bring them up-to-date.
You could feel the tension in the mess hall all during breakfast. Only the three of us knew what the problem was but that a major problem existed was apparent to all present.
This was one of those days where I wanted to start with a double Scotch (neat) but I had too many important decisions to make to indulge myself. After our normal daily business was finished I asked the floor be turned over to Luke so everyone present could know the potential risk we now faced.
We had two occasions in the past where threats had been made against the family of new additions to Alpha Zulu forcing them to attempt to kill one of our family. Both situations resulted in the death of the assailant. I asked the Chaplain to give some serious contemplation on how to confront our men as to their options if this presented itself in their life. I also asked the Chaplain I wanted authorization for Shawn to have access to firearms at the earliest time possible.
Meeting with Randy, Isaac and Mark afterwards I asked them to make it a priority to keep the boys constantly practicing with handguns. (Shawn as soon as the Chaplain approves.) I wanted the three bodyguards to be wearing two Glocks at all times unless they were in the shower. (In addition to their Uzi's and backup gun when out of our residence.)
General Jackson increased the guards on our quarters, the imps quarters and the class room and required all worked in teams of TWO. Failure to comply would result in an immediate loss of a stripe. In addition to their assigned bodyguard two additional security personnel would shadow each of my sons anywhere they went on base with the exclusion of our quarters and their classroom. Any threat would be issued an immediate verbal warning followed by a lethal head shot if not followed. NO HESISTATION ALLOWED!
Oh, did Tommy give his dads an ass chewing over his right to privacy. It definitely fell on deaf ears and was informed to LIVE WITH IT! We weren't going to change our minds.
POTUS took drastic action and had the group officially classified as "Domestic Terrorists" and had them added to every database of terrorists in the USA and around the World. Cybercom keeps locating money they have "offshore" and they always seem to have a new fund somewhere else they can pull money to finance their operation. The person I feel sorry for and none of us have even yet to consider is ANGUS.
I took a four person security team and flew back with Luke to meet with SD and Angus. Angus had been given a new identity and R.A. had brought him on as a social worker with the Worthington Foundation. Angus needed to be aware of the danger and offered the protection he deserved.
He was safe enough in the secure offices of the Worthington Foundation and we offered both Angus and his partner 24/7 security details for their protection. Another option was for them to temporarily relocate to either Camp Phoenix or the Penthouse so Worthington Security could protect them.
Angus would talk it over with his partner and give Luke, Logan or SD an answer in the morning. Until then we would have a security detail on both Angus and his partner. In my Commanding General voice: "This is not negotiable"!
As Luke, Matt and I met with General Jackson we discussed all the intrusions we could attribute to our Biker "friends" and how we had defeated each of them and the injuries incurred. I encouraged General Jackson to implement the use of standard Army flak jackets in addition to the Worthington Ceramic Armor our soldiers currently use. With the addition of our new helmets it definitely couldn't hurt. I remember all too well being on the receiving end of missiles exploding over Fort Connor showering us with steel shot. We have yet to figure out how and where they are getting all their military grade hardware. When we do someone is going to have a long jail sentence if they can survive the five minutes I give 1st Sergeant Alexander to show them the error of their ways.
I had a long conversation with the Chaplain in the afternoon regarding returning Shawn's firearm privileges. With some reluctance he approved considering the risks both he and all of Fort Connor faced. He would also talk with our new Chaplain and make him the offer of wearing side arms. Our new Chaplain's aide would be armed 24/7 both with his handgun and Uzi at his desk. I wanted them qualified immediately and requalified every two weeks.
I asked Randy, Isaac and Matt to join me in our quarters and brought them up-to-date on Shawn's firearm privileges. I authorized adding his handprint to the three gun vaults in the kid's bedrooms. I want the three of you to get some healthy competition going among our sons and make sure their shooting skills are always at the expert level. Remember the new guidelines: A verbal warning if possible and the first shot is a lethal head shot.
All security around the kids will be teams of two excluding you three and our administrative team. Any other single soldiers are to be considered "hostiles" until proven otherwise. I don't want to hinder any budding romances but I don't want to endanger the lives of my sons either.
Randy, Isaac and Matt left to pick up the kids from school and hit the gun range. Shawn will be so happy to have his privileges back. (I just hope he doesn't have to use a gun against anyone.) Even in combat you lose part of your soul when you kill the enemy.
Matt was right on cue and I told him I needed him desperately. He didn't need a second invitation and I constantly bless the man who created Velcro. My naked partner was in my arms and almost immediately I was hammering his beautiful ass doggie style on our bed. As the cool breeze hit my naked ass I realized I had forgotten to close and lock our bedroom door. No one should be entering our quarters at this time of the day. Taking my handgun from the wall "vault" I emerged from our bedroom ready to face any intruder. I breathed easier when I saw the cleaning crew doing a spot inspection to make certain their work was up to standards. I closed the bedroom door and went back to the man I love.
To say the mood was ruined was an understatement. But, Matt was still in "cuddle mode". After all he was the 2nd best cuddlier at Fort Connor and I didn't have to take him for a walk before breakfast. I got punched in the Arm as Matt was reading my mind. "Comparing me with Alexander again, aren't you?" Damn, he can read me like a book.
Luke flew out before "retreat" and joined civilization. I'm certain Billy Bob is going to be walking funny tomorrow morning and smiling from ear to ear. Luke may be old but he is far from dead. And, Billy Bob is still the hillbilly stud he married these many years ago. John and Connor have only grown more in love over the years and I imagine when one finally has to leave this earth the other won't be far behind. They are inseparable in this life and I know they will spend eternity together. I know I'm getting old when I think about how little time I have left on this earth. Matt and I need to make the best use of it and leave a productive future to our sons and their partners.
Bobby was constantly asking his big brother Tommy about sex. He had reached the age where getting a hardon seemed to happen anytime and anywhere. (Welcome to growing up little bro was all Tommy would say.) How bad does it hurt to be fucked the first time. Tommy only replied if you fear the pain then you aren't ready to give your cherry to another person. You should look at any pain as the results of you pleasuring your partner. Isaac hurts like hell some nights but I know he is really enjoying my ass and that usually sends me over the top.
I love the tender intimate moments with Isaac but I also love the animal moments when he fucks me into the mattress and leave me with a gaping hole. Just feeling him holding me tight, those last full length brutal thrusts as his balls explode usually give me an orgasm of epic proportions. (Definitely a trip to Nirvana.) The entire secret to enjoying a good fuck is to: 1) Relax and 2) Use plenty of lube. Of course, good anal hygiene is important if you expect him to ever fuck you again.
Matt and I should have known something was up when Bobby asked to be excused early from dinner and headed to our quarters and his room. Mark joined him commenting: "Let's take a shower and call it a night". That fit right into Bobby's plans.
Bobby never tired of washing Mark's body, his little hands playing with Mark's well developed muscles. Mark had the cleanest cock and balls at Fort Connor. Mark never worried about having "Blue Balls" because he knew his bed partner had a talented mouth that would resolve every hard problem he had. Tonight would be the start of Bobby's entrance into manhood and Mark had been selected to do the induction honors.
Randy was taking the lead and sending Shawn to Nirvana and back multiple times and then cuddling romantically between bouts of intense intercourse. Isaac was making romantic love to Tommy's ass and Tommy was encouraging him with every deep thrust by screaming his approval. The ending was orgasmic for both of them and Isaac then cuddled with Tommy assuring him he wasn't just a cheap piece of ass. He loved Tommy with every fiber of his being.
Mark held Bobby in his arms as the little talented fingers drew themselves across his flaccid penis. It only took minimal stimulation to bring Mark to a full erection and Bobby quickly engulfed his prize with his usual enthusiasm. This time was different... Bobby was being a tease and was enjoying making his partner beg for his balls to explode. Sudden Mark felt something cold on his cock and opening his eyes he saw Bobby smoothing half a tube of lube on his cock. "Bobby, I'm too big and you are still so small. This will hurt like hell and I never want to hurt you." Mark's comments fell on deaf ears as he watch Bobby put as much lube up his ass as he could. Mark realizing Bobby was past the point of no return, took the lube and finger as much as possible up his ass while adding multiple fingers stretching Bobby to minimize the pain.
Mark's cock was harder than he could ever remember as he lay on his back and Bobby straddled his thighs. Mark help him to steady himself as he grasp the little body and Bobby squirmed around trying to find the opening to his love tunnel and match it with the fat head of Mark's cock.
Finally, Bobby could feel the head press against his body and feel his opening stretch. He sat down upon Mark's cock feeling the thick head stretch his little opening. His ass burned but our dedicated little imp was committed to give Mark this ultimate gift. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Bobby decided "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH", took a deep breath, raised his body slightly and with all his power sat down spearing his ass with Mark's hard fat love muscle.
Bobby screamed as tears ran down his face. He only managed to impale himself on the head and still had about eight inch of hard thick cock yet to consummate. Mark held him, kissed him and told him he was hurting too much and quit now. That only drove our dedicated little imp on and he forced himself down and managed to get about an additional three inch in his body.
Bobby's eyes were glazed over and the tears were streaming from his eyes. Mark couldn't stand the pain this young man was experiencing and decided as much as he cared for Bobby there was only one resolution to this moment which would satisfy his young charge.
Grabbing Bobby at his waist, holding him steady, Mark lunged his pelvis up and Bobby's body became rigid as a deadly scream exploded from his mouth. Mark had helped Bobby to complete his goal and Bobby collapsed semi-conscious onto Mark's chest and held securely in his arms. This was a moment they both would remember for eternity.
As Bobby returned to reality his tears ceased and his lips smiled. "Thank you for taking my cherry ass. I will remember this moment forever! Now, will you fuck me and open up my ass so this burning goes away. I'm horny as hell and you haven't cum yet. Fill my ass with your hot seed and fuck me hard and deep. Make me yours tonight and every night we can spend together. If the bad guys win and one of us ends up dead, I want you to remember all the pleasures we share tonight and every night.
Mark gently rolled Bobby onto his back and carefully withdrew his cock till only the head remained in his small body. Every so gently he thrust back till he was again balls deep and kept a steady rhythm as Bobby thrashed his body around the bed on his trip to Nirvana. Suddenly, without warning his balls erupted and Bobby had his first wet orgasm of his life. The stupefied mass of willing flesh before him was returning to time and place begging for Mark to fuck him hard, fuck him deep and seed him as many times as possible.
Finally, Mark reached the point where his balls exploded and he felt Bobby would feel he had accomplished his goal for the evening. His young charge was going to have one very sore ass in the morning (Not to mention Mark's dick being raw meat for a few days). Doc's super lube to the rescue which saved them both much embarrassment as they walked to Flag Raising the next morning.
Tommy, Shawn, Isaac and Randy all knew what had transpired the previous night between Mark and Bobby and they were happy Bobby was entering a new stage of his life and developing into being a proud gay man. Isaac whispered to Tommy to get all his class work done early and make certain it is perfect. I want you in bed naked and ready for me to give you all the pleasure Bobby had last night.
Shawn and Randy were all too obvious as they went running from the mess hall straight back to their quarters and locked the door to their bedroom. The clothes were tore off and both men had sore asses and raw dicks which required Doc posting a "DO NOT ENTER" on their asses for fourteen days.
Even their cock were so tender neither of them wanted any oral sex for over a week. They cuddled a lot and got to know each other. This only cemented their desire to be partners for life. Our young lovers opted for a small family only wedding service. Their fathers were their "Best Men" with Tommy and Bobby as "Groomsmen". They were surprised to exit the church to fifty Alpha Zulu Soldier with raised sabers congratulating the happy couple as they started a new chapter in their lives together.
Uncle Luke and John gave the happy couple a wedding honeymoon to Hawaii and they found six Alpha Zulu Security on the plane when they entered the cabin. They were assured their privacy to enjoy their honeymoon but everyone would do everything to protect these two precious individuals who had suffered too much in their young lives.
When the loving couple returned two weeks later and Doc was doing his normal intake he candidly asked how their cocks and asses survived the honeymoon. They both freely admitted their cocks were somewhat raw and their asses hurt like hell, but it was a feeling they wanted to have for as long as possible to remember this special moment in their lives. Doc just shook his head and told our young lovers: "You know where to find me if you need me". Yes, it hurt like hell to make love for a few weeks but these were memories they wanted to cherish forever.
Bobby and Tommy made far too many inappropriate comments to our two young lovers as they rejoined their family. Matt and I only looked at each other and said: "Brothers will be brothers"! Some family dynamics will never change nor should they.
ALERT, ALERT... THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! The words haunted me as I had to accept our Alpha Zulu soldiers were again at risk. OPS advised we were under an attack from a pilotless military grade drone headed straight for Fort Connor. Pull our drones and attack copters away and let the Phalanx take it out. Whoever was remotely operating it was damn good but not as good as our Phalanx guns. It exploded into a thousand different pieces and Logan wanted every piece bagged and forward to him immediately. His "brain trust" would be working overtime to help figure a response. We all knew this was only the first round of attacks and more would follow.
I finally made it back into bed with my partner and was proceeding to devastate his ass and send him to Nirvana at least once tonight. My balls were just starting to explode as my wrist com alert sounded and I was ready to kill someone for ruining this moment. As my cock was extracted from Matt's ass it continued to shoot its hot load over his beautiful ass cheeks until my balls were empty.
"WOW, WAS THAT A RUSH!" We should do that more often Matt commented to which I cracked his ass and now had a hand covered with my cum. This had damn well better be important or someone will pay and be the practice bait for Alexander this week.
General Jackson had confirmed intel that we would be facing a frontal attack from Air, Land and Sea in the next forty eight hours. He informed me that either Matt and I agreed to be locked down in our quarters with our sons and their bodyguards or he would put 1st Sergeant Alexander on guard duty to assure none of you will leave your quarters. I hated to admit he was right and Matt and I needed to be parents and help our sons through a major assault on Fort Connor.
The Navy quietly moved a battle group to expand our zone of coverage and give us additional firepower. We had an overhead satellite in addition to an AWAC overhead to give us as much notice as possible. I relayed the news to Matt and the rest of the family and reinforced the order in an ALERT they were to be locked down in our quarters. This is not optional it is an order from your Commanding General.
The AWAC was the first to spot three planes heading into our secure airspace. They refused to acknowledge any radio transmission and when buzzed by fighter jets from the Aircraft Carrier they were fired upon by a mini-gun. One plane was hit and the pilot injected before it crashed into the ocean. The remaining jet fired air to air missiles which had no effect as the planes were equipped with state of the art counter measures. The Battle Group sent up every type of rocket and projectile in their armory to no avail. While all this was being done a "cigar boat" headed into our docking area only to be met with resistance from our Alpha Zulu soldiers.
Two of the three planes made it to our runway only to be met with a barrage of automatic small arms combined with our SAW and Mini-Gun. The first priority was to neutralize their mini-gun which is a devastating weapon. I was happy General Jackson had ordered combat flak vests to complement Worthington Ceramic Armor. It prevented many deaths and limited injuries to our men.
We eventually used our hand held rocket launchers with ground to air missiles to neutralize the intruders mini-guns and mopped up the rest with our small arms.
The frontal assault at the beach was a waste of good lives. No one survived to even come close to collecting any $1,000,000.00 USD bounty. Our overhead satellite picked up a high altitude plane and what appeared to be a halo jump. All Alpha Zulu men were apprised of the situation and to take extreme caution with the expected stealth intrusion.
Whoever selected the men to make the halo jump picked damn good soldiers. They avoided our sensors and land mines until they got into the middle of camp. A young private on sentry duty sounded the alarm before he was hit with a blast of bullets from an automatic rifle. Our intruders could either surrender or die because there was a minimum of one hundred armed special ops soldiers between them and our quarters. Unfortunately, they went down fighting and I had to respect them for their abilities. I hate to see any man die in combat even the enemy.
The private who sounded the alarm was seriously injured but would make a full recovery. I was proud to present him with a purple heart and bronze star. His action was crucial in saving the lives of everyone in my family. In addition he automatically received an additional stripe and now as a Private First Class. When he finally could return to his quarters he found all his squad mates had sewn his additional stripe on his uniforms. They were proud of him and his fast action as were we all.
We stayed at full alert for forty eight hours as the drones made sensor sweeps of our entire island. We weren't taking any chances of someone hiding out only to come out and attack us when we least expected it. Low altitude sensor scans could show two horny chipmunks mating. Finally, after two days and no results from the sensor scans I could breathe easier.
The poor men who had to remove the body parts from the planes had the worse detail and I could empathize with every one of them that vomited in their de-con suit mask. A few weeks later we got the DNA results on some of the intruders being special ops soldiers from foreign countries. Guns for hire that ended up dead. I truly felt sorry for their families never knowing what happened to their sons.
Angus deserved a normal and loving life and family. He was committed to helping young people to find their "forever family" and appreciated the Worthington Foundation giving him employment to fulfill this need in his life. This young man who came to us as an out of control teenager learned through the love of Alpha Zulu soldiers how much he could contribute to helping others. The Alpha Zulu program impacted the lives of hundreds of imps over the years and greatly contributed to the Worthington "Brain Trust" whose contributions to the United States Military prevented injury and death to untold numbers of American soldiers.
Angus refused all of the protection options we offered. He was dedicated to continue his work with the Worthington Foundation. We didn't like using Angus as "bait" but if his family found him and abducted him we would finally have a way to locate the head of the family through his imbedded "chip".
Matt and I weren't encouraging this option but we knew everyone was thinking it. This was never the intent in chipping any imp but if Angus was abducted by his terrorist family it could be a blessing in disguise. Angus still wore his wrist com and we assured him if he was ever in danger and pressed the panic button we would be there for him. He still had 200+ "brothers" who pledged their lives for his safety.
Dale was getting a taste of his father's life splitting himself between his congressional duties and making appearances around the country on behalf of his political party. POTUS was grooming him and I prayed Matt and I could live long enough to see our son become the President of the United States.
Duke was constantly at his side and "General Arm Candy" (As he was known by his close friends) provided for a dashing couple that could grace the cover of any straight or gay magazine. It would still be a few years before the "kiss seen around the world" happened but the impressive duo was stealing the heart across the voting spectrum of Americana.
Luke was constantly in contact with Dale giving him pointers and advising him on how to address controversial issues. The one subject Dale was staunchly ingrained and inflexible on was "lost children" and getting them help they deserved and hopefully a "forever family". The Worthington Clan would always remain special to Dale and he would give them every opportunity possible without creating a pretext of a "conflict of interest"! Luke may have stepped down from the day-to-day running of the biggest military contracting company in the United States but Dale had plans to use that experience and talent to further benefit our great nation.
I couldn't believe how much interest Shawn, Tommy and even Bobby took in following the political career of their older brother. It would have been so beneficial to allow them to participate with Dale during his political campaign but we all understood it was too great of a risk. The loss of Jax was still fresh in our memories and none of us wanted a repeat incident in the lives of our family.
Duke provided Dale with the "stress management" he needed to have so many responsibilities in his life and was a great sounding board when Dale had to decide upon a controversial issue. Yes, my oldest son was coming into his own and had the constant attention of the national media. His commitment was always "Service above Self".
Dale never slowed down even when Congress was on break. He'd have two or three public "meet and greets" every day and only being in Duke's arms every night made it possible for him to fulfill his destiny. I never realized how important a decision Matt and I made when we asked Duke to be the bodyguard for Dale. Duke would be the lover, confident and partner our Son needed when his life became so stressful. Dale might have a raw ass and sore cock in the morning but he was refreshed and ready to face whatever new challenge presented itself.
Dale never shied away from his support for every branch of the military. He may be an "Army Brat" but he supported every branch of the military with equal fervor. Matt and I frequently stood by our son when he reviewed troops of every branch of the service especially when the occasions occurred where he could present the "Medal of Honor" to a living serviceman. (No award can compensate for the loss of a family member.)
Dale's knowledge, intellect, humor, wit and humility brought him to the forefront of American Politics. There was even talk of the Republican Party running a Democratic candidate for President... The Republicans realized whoever they ran against Dale Gordon LongDick-Allman was destined to go down to defeat. No president since FDR or JFK was so loved by the American Public. (Not to mention he was the front running candidate of every voting American Serviceman regardless of branch of service.)
Matt and I only ever asked one favor of our Son after he was elected. We asked him to have his inaugural committee request the Coast Guard to have the young female officer who took a bullet for us to command the Coast Guard contingent of his inaugural parade. Matt and I returned a hell of a lot of Salutes during that parade but only a few reporters caught it when we initiated the SALUTE for the Coast Guard contingent.
The Military isn't allowed to be political but that doesn't keep POTUS from utilizing the military to his advantage. It was becoming all too frequent Matt and I would end up speaking to a group or reviewing a military base a short time before the political "freight train" hit town revving up the votes for a candidate. If we were allowed, we would gladly stand on either side of Dale and Duke and tell the American Public to vote for a man that will do everything in his power to be a President of the people. In fact, all we are allowed to do is be "window dressing" and tacitly endorse our son.
Before the politics of the nomination process and all the campaigning began I asked Luke, John, Dale and Duke to spend a weekend at Fort Connor. It was time to get realistic with them and remind them at our age we wouldn't be around forever. After enjoying a delicious meal with the men of Fort Connor the six of us retired to our great room and shared a candid conversation. I took the lead and candidly informed everyone of the apparent fact: "Matt and I won't be around forever"! If you are planning on keeping a six star General of the Armies as your Ambassador at Large it would be best to bring him on board now and nurture him and prepare him for the immense responsibilities. Especially if we find the best man is an enlisted man, we need the time to bring him up through the ranks which will take a considerable amount of time even skipping a few ranks in the process.
Luke and John were adamant about Worthington's commitment to continue supporting Fort Connor and the Alpha Zulu program. Dale and Duke were committed to having a Six Star General of the Armies as their "secret weapon" politically as needed. Time to get our HR "Dream Team" to see if they can pull this RABBIT out of their hat. Dale confessed he couldn't promote Duke past "Five Stars" without an immense amount of political fallout. As much as he hated to face the day his fathers wouldn't be around to support him we all have to face the reality of our lives and existence.
The most difficult part was approaching General Jackson and General Alison to see if they were interested. I was shocked when they indicated the stars on their shoulders was more than an adequate achievement in their lives. They wanted to stay in command of Fort Connor and remain the outstanding administrative team they were for the men.
In one way it made it easier, we could bring the potential candidates on as Adjutants and let them shadow us for as many years as possible. Time to shock our HR Dream Team and make them earn their keep.
Luke and John invited Matt and me to an enjoyable weekend at the Penthouse where we could enjoy some R&R away from our sons. (Yeah, as much as we love them it is great to have time to ourselves.) Our HR team was invited for Saturday dinner with the four of us and it was an invitation they knew they couldn't refuse.
To say they were shocked with this new challenge we assured them we planned on being around for a while. We were just being proactive considering Dale would be their Commander-in-Chief for a long time in the future. We weren't concerned about the rank of the people selected. They needed to be charismatic, great communication skills, combat veteran, educated... plus have "street smarts", and willing to make the Army their life's career. Whenever you find a potential individual we will arrange our schedule so we can meet with them. Let's set this as a twelve month goal to have accomplished. Whoever we select will come onboard as our Adjutants so that is what you need to dangle in front of them to see if they take the bait.
A few years ago when Logan took over the helm of the day-to-day operation of the Worthington Corporation he had Hayao write a program (On Line Application) for our HR Team to utilize. Over the past few years we now had a database of over five thousand soldiers who had interest in Alpha Zulu. Our HR Team would publicize the opening and put it out by word of mouth and Email through the Army units both here in the states and units deployed. Time to "shake the tree" and see what talents there are out in the real world to harvest. A "Randy/Adam, Meat/Steven, Matt/Jason or a Mason Allen are the exceptional and talented men in the Army. We knew the potential man/men we were looking for and hoped we can find two men to fit the profile.
Finally, the work of the day was completed and Matt and I retired to the Guest Suite and a romantic night with the man I still love as much as the day I married him and he became my partner for life. A long romantic shower always set the stage and turned me into a romantic beast. Matt still had an amazing body and I was going to enjoy every inch of it before I sent us to Nirvana tonight. I wanted to drink his cum from the tap and prepare his ass for an assault he hasn't experience since he lost his virginity.
Spreading the beautiful white globes of his ass only revealed the treasure he gave to me so many years ago and the one I have enjoyed and cherished since the day we met. My tongue caressed him, teased him, penetrated him and drove him wild with rabid passion.
Matt lay on his back and we smiled at each other. I raised his ankles and placed them on my shoulders. I leaned forward pressing his thighs against his chest, our lips meeting, our tongues battling the age old dance of romance as my hard cock slowly penetrated into the depths of my lover. His massive orgasm cemented our bodies together and I knew we would probably need to buy Luke a new set of sheets by the time this night was over.
Matt and I traveled to Nirvana and back more times than I could remember and I definitely lost count. Yes, Doc put a fourteen day "DO NOT ENTER" on Matt's ass when we returned to Fort Connor but neither of us would change any moment of that special night in our lives. Luke and John only laughed at us the next morning assuring us Logan and Alex owed them plenty of replacements for all the sheets they had ruined staying in their guest room.
General Jackson met us as our jet landed at Fort Connor commenting: "I take it you accomplished at least one of your goals this weekend?" From the way we both were walking no answer was required. Later Matt and I reminded everyone R.A. set the standard on base for all of us to attain. Oh, yes... paybacks are hell and best served "cold"... We were a "Band-of-Brothers" and nothing could prevent us from fulfilling the goals given us in this life.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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