ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES

 

Chapter 091 – A Guardian or an Adversary?

 

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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: 1st 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

Carlos Martinez: Adolescent son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto

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: General (4 star), 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 (2 star) General, 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

Lucas Daniel Fairbairn: Captain, U.S. Army – Protector of Michael "Allen" Roberts

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 (Adopted son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto)

*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: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog

Michael "Allen" Roberts: Adopted Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman

Napoleon Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog

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

Oliver Winter: Colonel, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman

*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: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler

Roger DeSoto: Major (2 star) General, 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)

Viktor Jannson: Colonel, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman

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

 

 

We had barely started to discuss the unique events with our sons when OPS advised I had an urgent call from Angus. Adding Angus to the mix of the group present he was trembling when he shared with us the events of this morning.

 

A young couple had been approved for an adoption and appeared at the orphanage to complete the paperwork and meet their new son. When the child saw the adults he went screaming into the arms of the Administrator saying Roger had told him these were bad people and they would hurt him. The child was terrified and regardless of his accusation it was obvious today wasn't the day for his adoption.

 

SD got immediately involved and Hayao did an urgent deep dive only to find out the couple had changed their name when they moved to our state and were convicted sex offenders that preyed on minors. The police have arrested them on multiple charges and they definitely will be heading back to prison. But, Roger whether true or false is growing into a life of its own.

 

We looked at each other and then asked Angus to give us a few hours and we'd get back to him with our recommendations. Vividly remembering how great the micro cameras are that we use in and around Fort Connor we asked the 1st Sergeant to join us and tell us how long it would take to install them in an orphanage dormitory. Stating the new cameras are wireless we could have them installed in a worse case scenario of four hours.

 

I told Angus to invite all the kids and the staff out to the Amusement Park, then to a movie, and finish off the day with hamburgers and ice cream. That will give us enough time to install micro cameras and find out if Roger truly is a specter or a new threat to Alpha Zulu. I'll make the Administrator aware of our actions and warn him this is being done under the umbrella of "National Security" so it isn't optional. We'll give it a week and see if Roger makes an appearance and then decide what action if any we want to take.

 

Talking with the Administrator we decided Friday was the best day as it gave the kids a two day weekend to recover from their adventure. And, he graciously thanked us for the gift to the children. They will definitely appreciate the rides at the Amusement Park and have you ever know a kid to turn down a hamburger and ice cream... NOT!

 

The Worthington Techs spent a week in a closed van in the Orphanage parking lot recording evidence of something which had yet to be determined. The brain trust at Worthington will be working overtime to figure out what was on the recordings. Angus was so relieved it wasn't mass hysteria and something actually existed at the orphanage and it appears to be helping and protecting the children.

 

Privately I asked Logan, Alex, T&T and Hayao to join me in a secure conference room. I just asked them outright if they were trying out a revised version of Connor at the orphanage. If so, tell us and we will all rest easier. They were adamant they were innocent but that didn't mean one of their competitors might not be guilty.

 

The initial evaluation from the "Brain Trust" was that something existed but they weren't ready to label it "from beyond the grave". We now needed to know if this truly was a security issue or simply to give thanks to God for the protection being provided for these young children.

 

As it didn't present an immediate threat to the children we decided to take a few days and for everyone to brainstorm and consider options. We'd meet back here on Monday next and develop a game plan. As for the Administrator, even with this spirit being benign he was most uneasy to have an unwanted guest roaming the corridors at night. Night personnel were advised to monitor any unusual events but not to get involved unless a child was in danger.

 

Back at Fort Connor we four fathers were relaxing in our great room consuming a large quantity of 20 year old Single Malt Scotch. They hugged and kissed their fathers and told us Roger thought you were being great fathers. We asked our sons if Roger had visited them here at Fort Connor and they told us he had several times. The next time he visits please tell him we fathers would like to talk with him... PLEASE!

 

0300 hours and we are gentle awoken by someone calling our names. As our eyes opened we were shocked to see a specter hovering over our bed. Our bedroom door was closed and secure so no one should be able to enter. It appeared to be a small child approximately the age of Roger and definitely similar to the picture that adorns every Roger's House. "You had questions for me?" If you are Roger you died in the arms of your Father General Allman. Why are you now here. "The sacrifice I made for Bobby and Tommy impressed the great Father. He allows me to pass back to this reality as necessary to help the children at the orphanage." We need to know you aren't a high tech phony. Please go back to your realm and ask General Allman what gift he had made to be presented after his death. Our Specter faded away only to return within a few minutes answering: "Customs personalized engraved sabers with his six star emblem on the base of the pummel". WOW!!! We may just have a roaming specter if the brain trust at Worthingtons can't come up with a plausible alternative. We thanked Roger and told him if he ever needed any help just to let us know. Our "stars" were always available to help him.

 

Oliver turned to me and commented he needed a double Scotch neat and the hardest ass fucking I can give him. Both were quickly provided as our bedroom is soundproof. Our son held our hands as he walked with us to Flag Raising the next morning. He smiled at both of us and said Roger had come back to him and he talked with us and told him we were having a major love making session. "I'm so glad to have two studs for fathers." (BUSTED BY OUR YOUNG SON AND A SPECTER!)

 

I asked Logan how difficult it would be to take a chunk out of our huge great room and make another sound proof bedroom identical to ours. It would take a week to ten days and can be handled with miscellaneous expenditures in existing projects. Just let me know the next time POTUS or SecDef has you out and about. Take your sons with you so they can enjoy that new behemoth of yours.

 

I met with our Adjutants and they gladly accepted the offer of a bedroom in our quarters so our sons could continue their friendship together. All four of us wanted to spend as much time as possible with them before we were forced to select bodyguards for them and relinquish control of their day to day activities.

 

It wasn't long and POTUS had us on a nationwide junket visiting military bases throughout the 50 states. Every branch of service welcomed us with open arms and our only demand was the same as our predecessors. We demanded unrestricted access to their enlisted soldiers and sailors and especially those in the hospital. We'd do the "dog and pony show" with the officers and a formal meal but our "hearts" requested to meet the enlisted men and women, it wasn't negotiable.

 

Our sons were turning into true "Army Brats" when one night they just exited their bedroom stark naked with a towel over their shoulder heading to the bathroom. Time to have our first of many discussion with our sons about their bodies although none of us would chastise them about nudity around their parents. They'll adjust to skinny dipping with the men of Fort Connor with a minimum to embarrassment. We never tired of one or both of them jumping into bed with us and hugging and kissing us till they fell asleep from exhaustion. These are the fun years of being a parent and so to be cherished. The "TERRIBLE TEENS" days await us and are just around the corner.

 

1100 hours and OPS advises I have a call from SCOTUS. I wasn't surprised when Dale's face appeared on my video screen and he warmly greeted me. Asking if Oliver and I would be around this weekend he asked if Duke and he could borrow the shack overlooking the ocean for a get-a-way they so badly needed. I had to smile at him as we both knew Logan and Alex had the mini mansion constructed for him. I'd warn the mess staff to serve raspberry cheesecake for desert in his honor. I'd hate to be held in contempt by the Chief Justice of the United States of America! We both laughed and Dale knew he was always welcome at Fort Connor.

 

After dinner on Friday night Dale asked to meet with Oliver and our adjutants. He had a concern... with all the children now having partners and adopted children of their own... no place has enough space to handle us getting together to celebrate the holidays. I need you to suggest how to handle this problem because I don't want to give up the tradition of us being together for the holiday.

 

Our Adjutants had the perfect solution. Between the guest suites and the extra bedrooms Oliver and I have there are more than enough beds for the adults. The kids can choose to sleep in the bunker or we can offer them to spend the nights with an Army buddy in his quarters. We would emphasis to the men that even consensual sexual relations were to be discouraged over our holiday get-together. PROBLEM SOLVED!

 

Dale and Duke smiled from ear to ear asking for a refill (double) of the Great 20 year old Scotch and then they were heading to their cottage to enjoy the great bed Logan and Alex selected for them. It is fantastic and far above what we can afford for our home. I was so happy these two were still so much in love and I knew Jason and Matt were smiling down at the wonderful son they had raised and the partner who shares his life and love.

 

After a long discussion between us four parents we unanimously decided even wearing suits of ballistic armor we had to have their muscle memory conditioned as to the "Gun Drill". We asked the 1st Sergeant to join our discussion and he assured us history had proven the only way to convince any of the imps the necessity to learn the gun drill was to ambush them. The die had been cast.

 

A new unknown lowly private was chosen to do the honors and after three soldiers checked his gun and assured everyone it was loaded with blanks he proceeded to stalk his two victims. Suddenly, he emerged from behind a bush and proceeded to empty a clip of blanks point blank into their chest. After the last round was discharged it was evident the lesson had been learned. Our sons had a steady stream of urine leaking from their pant leg of their BDUs. They were not saying nice things about their fathers as they walked to our quarters obvious to the entire base they had soaked their underwear. We hoped they had learned a valuable lesson.

 

A hot shower and dry underwear combined with clean BDUs took most of the ire out of our sons. "We did this for your protection so when we start the gun drill you will take it seriously." None of us want you injured and the safest place for you to be if anyone sees a gun is flat on the "deck" with someone covering you. Your muscles need to respond without thinking when you hear the word GUN. Plan on anyone and everyone on base yelling "GUN" when you least expect it. This will continue until your muscles have learned to react and not think about what to do. Do this because we love you and never want to see you hurt.

 

Like their predecessors all the way back to Luke and John the acid test is when they are going through the food line someone wIll yell gun and if we have trained them properly they will end up face down on the floor in their food. Yes, it is most embarrassing but every man on base will applaud them for learning the drill. None of us want to see them injured. (Why does the mess hall always seem to be serving mashed potatoes with gravy when we run the "acid test"?)

 

Oliver and I were enjoying our "meet and greets" as we traveled to every major military base in the continental United States. We would get to enjoy Hawaii when we made our first of many trips to Asia and the Western Pacific. As we were visiting patients in the hospital our sons were scoring points as they hugged and kissed the soldiers. We finally had to drag them away as the events of the day were leading them to the point of exhaustion. As we were thanking the nursing staff for any inconvenience we caused them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a soldier take a grenade, pull the pin and roll it toward my son. I dove for the grenade, grabbing it with my hand and instinctively threw it into an empty elevator as its doors were closing. The elevator was destroyed as our security detail eliminated the threat with extreme prejudice and the Medical Staff resounded with thanks that our quick action prevented countless injuries and deaths.

 

Within minutes SecDef was on our coms chastising us that we can't even do a "meet and greet" without causing a fiasco. I'm happy no one was injured but next time try to be more friendly and sociable. "I'm glad God was with you!"

 

Unknown to anyone at Fort Connor the Secretary of Defense wrote up a nomination for the Medal of Honor and had it fast tracked with its review. Six months to the day my family was invited to the White House and the President of the United States presented me with this great honor. I felt so undeserving as I was only following my training to protect my people and in this case my family. The Joint Chief, Oliver, Duke and every military person present snapped to attention as I received this high honor. Yes, it was out of respect because of the award I was wearing but it was also from my friends whose friendship I greatly cherish.

 

Our sons wanted to see what all the fuss was about a grenade going off so I had the 1st Sergeant arrange a demonstration for them. Showing them a live grenade exactly like the one that was rolled between their legs he pulled the pin and threw it at a test dummy. As the dummy exploded in multiple chunks he explained that is what would have happened to your body if your father hadn't acted quickly. Both sons immediately ran into my arms hugging and kissing me and that was a better award than the Medal of Honor.

 

Our first international junket was to the Court of St. James and tea with Her Majesty the Queen of England. (Seems to be a tradition for rookie six star generals.) We then flew onto the Vatican for a private audience with his Holiness the Pope. Both sons behaved perfectly and we were so proud of them. The Pope told us he was always available to help us with our goal of world peace. "We only need to ask if we need his assistance."

 

We then flew onto Moscow and the fun of meeting with the Russian President, their politicians and of course their military leaders. Even with the joint defense agreement between Russia, China and the United States we still needed to continually assure them we were their friends and our intentions were honorable.

 

Beijing was beautiful and the official greeting outstanding. The Pomp and Circumstance was immaculately staged and we Generals of the Armies felt humbled with the effort put forth by the Chinese government and people. I wish I could have spent a month in China but all good things must come to an end.

 

Fortunately, a layover in Hawaii was on the agenda and the kids were so looking forward to the sun and sand. Oliver and I were looking forward to some potent drinks served with paper umbrellas as we watched the kids frolicking in the sand. I'm glad our security detail was function better than we were because we fathers panicked when we heard the word SNIPER and GUN almost immediately. We moved quickly and avoided the first gunshot which unfortunately struck a tourist in a lounge chair behind us. Our security detail eliminated the shooter quickly as our sons were snatched from the surf and carried screaming back into the hotel to be locked down until everyone felt secure again.

 

When we finally made it to our room we made certain our sons weren't injured and then were shocked when our sons told us to take our partner to bed and show him how much you love him. We never know how long we will have on this earth so make love to him like it is the last time every time. Unless you want two pissed off sons you have your mission goal and objective... DO IT!

 

Our sons greeted us with big smiles asking us to remind them next time they give us such an assignment to make certain your bedrooms are sound proof so we can get some sleep at night. We fathers blushed profuse as we held, hugged and kissed two wonderful boys.

 

The four of us had one task that needed to be done immediately and that was to visit the man in the hospital that had taken the bullet meant for me. As our families met his wife and children we were so apologetic as to the injury he had sustained. His wife quietly commented her husband was a retired policeman and if he had known what was happened he would have walked into the line of fire and taken the bullet anyway. It is just in his DNA and we are thankful that your children will have two fathers to share their lives.

 

We shared our heartfelt thanks with everyone and our sons stole the show with their honesty and profuse thanks for saving their fathers life. Yes, it looks like Dale may have some competition in the future but only Roger knows what the future holds for my son and his friend.

 

Oliver and I fulfilled our mandatory "meet and greet" with the base generals and their officers and then proceeded to roam the bases and drop in unannounced on unsuspecting enlisted personnel. We valued their candor and I can truthfully say some of their comments resulted in changes to military policy. This was the chance for the enlisted men and women to make their concerns know to the highest level of the United States Military. "Speak now or forever hold your peace!"

 

Oliver and I made it a point to speak with every patient in the base hospital regardless of the injury. We refused to leave if any patient wanted to talk, we would adjust our schedule to listen to their concern. One soldier was concerned for his 70 year old mother who was terrified at the thought of losing her son. She had a fear of flying and didn't have the money for a plane ticket anyway. Time to see if these stars have earned any clout. I asked OPS to connect me with Logan. Can you escort a 70 year old mother to Hawaii and arrange for her stay so she can see her injured son. Logan had back to back meetings for the next week but Alex would be glad to escort the wonderful woman. Just give her a call and tell her the Limo will pick her up within the hour. Worthington One will be fueled and ready for takeoff when she arrives at the airport. GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE TO OUR MEN IN THE MILITARY!

 

The soldier was in tears as he contacted his mother. Wait till he Googles Logan and Alex and finds out who they really area. Yes, Luke would be so proud of his son who has grown into a wonderful man and humanitarian.

 

Hawaii is a wonderful as the U.S. Virgin Island although far more of a tourist trap. The Virgin Islands may not have all the amenities of Hawaii but still are a wonderful place to get away and renew one commitment to that special man in my life. Yes, I have to accept my fate that Doc on occasion has to put a 14 day "DO NOT ENTER SIGN" on Oliver's ass but damn, we both have so much fun and enjoyment obtaining that level of Nirvana in our lives. Never once has Oliver said, mumbled, yelled or screamed anything other than words of encouragement knowing well his ass would be out of commission for 14 days minimum and the entire staff of Fort Connor would be congratulating him on being able to satisfy the stud he married.

 

All four of us fathers only hope our sons don't follow in our footsteps and attempt to snatch the title away from R.A. and T&T as the nymphomaniacs of Fort Connor. Definitely not a title I want them to inherit.

 

A knock at our door brought a smiling Alex into our home away from home. He had made a reservation for the soldier's mother but failed to reserve a room for himself. I hope you have a spare bed or I'll be sleeping on the floor. Our two sons guaranteed him he could sleep with them. Their fathers snore too loud. (Talk about getting put down by ones sons!)

 

The sun shining through the massive windows brought Alex's body out of his out of his synched body clock. He turned to his bed companions and simply asked Restaurant or Room Service. The imps opted for the Restaurant as they had too much room service, they wanted to get out and about.

 

Go get your fathers motivated and let's hit the shower. Alex headed to their shower only wearing a towel and was joined by two naked imps showing him how wonderful their small hands can be massaging sore muscles from his long plane flight.

 

Within minutes of each other we gathered in the great room and asked our security team to join us for the meal. Our security team with Uzi's hanging from their shoulder sling motivated other restaurants guests to select a table on the opposite side of the restaurant. They may not know who we are but they definitely didn't want to face down our security detail. Only one brave little boy walked over, tugged on our sons shirt, introduced himself and offer his hand to shake. After a long session of chatting together, our son gave him his screen name for online gaming and hoped to see him online. From the smile on the kids face we knew our son had made his day and a new friend. (Chalk one up for the good guys!)

 

One great thing about our new behemoth 777-200 plane was we could fly from Hawaii to Washington DC without the need to stop for refueling. I knew eventually SecDef would send us back to hit the small bases with "meet and greets". Other than the stuck up officers which rule most bases we find the enlisted man very enjoyable to share time and discuss concerns that can be brought to the highest level of the military and congress. POTUS, SecDef and Dale were three people you didn't want to face down in Washington especially if they all were on the same team when it came to an issue. We military officers tried to stay apolitical.

 

I candidly reminded Dale he needed to reserve some of his energy to satisfy Duke when he got home at night. Dale isn't the only one who has a stressful day at work and Duke doesn't have eight other souls to commiserate within closed chambers. Yes, Dale's life and work impacts every citizen of the United States and at times every man and woman in the United States Military. Dale is a man of integrity and even when I disagree with his legal decision I have to respect him for having the balls to stand firm and defend his action. Those are the days I hope Duke meets him at their front door, drags him off to bed and fucks his brains out. I know those two are so much in love that nothing can or will ever come between them. They will always be considered as part of our family at Fort Connor.

 

I know when I have a tough day the kids always seem to knowto shower and off to bed early so Oliver can get his ass destroyed. Oliver and I are very open about sex and the need to pleasure your partner. When your time comes and your bodies start to become adults you will know how important it is to pleasure your partner and not just get your rocks off. If you want to just get off close your bedroom door and use your hand. Men have done it since the beginning of time.

 

We got back to Fort Connor late well after the evening meal was served. The mess master sergeant assured us he make us any meal we wanted and of course out of everything our sons wanted hamburgers. OK, we admit defeat, hamburgers all around, please and thank you.

 

I relented and allowed our sons to be spoiled with a large bowl of ice cream for desert. Every now and then one has to spoil ones kids. (Yeah, I'm just an old softy!)

 

After staff meeting the next morning Doc asked if I had time to chat with him. He had a soldier in medical that really had his ass torn up by his partner. It was consensual sex but just got so out of control the poor kids ass got shredded and torn. His partner has to learn how much damage he can do to another even if it is consensual and with what you are packing you should be able to relate to him and let him know how to be a considerate lover.

 

Damn, Doc... you want me to admit to a soldier I barely know I have a cock that any horse standing at stud would be proud to own and then tell him how to keep from literally tearing up his buddies ass. That isn't something they teach in command school. You should be asking the Chaplain. "I did but he passed the buck to you!" (Some friends I have!)

 

I was discussing the matter with Oliver and how best to approach the soldier and discuss the problem. Our sons overheard our discussing and my reluctance to address the issue. Our sons asked the name of the Soldier as they rushed out of our quarters stating they would take care of the problem.

 

Now I was concerned, I wasn't ready for either boy to lose their virginity at their age or to the size of equipment this soldier had been blessed. Time for a prayer and wait for my sons to return. Hopefully walking upright without assistance.

 

Two very happy and smiling boys entered our quarters and proudly announced the problem had been resolved. The soldier now understand he had to take better precautions, using copious amount of lube, take time and patience and listen to his partner as to how much pain his is causing. We told him anyone he fucks is going to have mega pain till you get him opened up and stretched out so take your time and have patience. When you find a man who enjoys every inch you got and the hardest fuck you can give then you better keep him and ask him to be your partner for life.

 

You have a very embarrassed soldier who doesn't want to injury another soldier. He thanked us for being so gentle bringing this to his attention and he hugged and kissed us as we left to come home. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! Ice Cream with hot fudge topping will be accepted in lieu of monetary compensation for services rendered.

 

At the current rate our sons can teach sex education to us when it comes time for that embarrassing "father and son" chat. We fathers looked at each other and knew when the time finally arrived when our sons wanted to sacrifice their virginity some young man was going to be a might lucky person. Ice Cream with hot fudge topping was a small price to pay to keep from any of us adults counseling a soldier about his sex life. Especially, since it was consensual sex.

 

The jungle grapevine was blazing with the news of how knowledgeable our sons were of sex. We quickly learned our sons were the choice before the Chaplain when a soldier had a problem enjoying sex. The Chaplain wasn't jealous and there were many times our sons admitted it was something they didn't understand so it was up to Doc or the Chaplain to assist them. They still had a regular supply of ice cream with hot fudge delivered regularly to our dinner table. I made certain they worked off all those calories or ended up being the practice dummy for 1st Sergeant Napoleon. (1st Sergeant Napoleon also paid the price for cleaning out all the ice cream and hot fudge left over by our sons.)

 

We fathers were united when it came to assuring our sons enjoyed their life at Fort Connor and when the time came they wanted to become sexual active we would guarantee them all the emotional support a father can provide regardless of their sexual orientation. We only wanted them to be proud of their body and their sexuality.

 

We never tired of a naked son drying off exiting the shower and then screaming INCOMMING as they went airborne aiming for the empty spot between our two bodies. Most of the time they landed correctly but those times a knee ended up missing the correct spot one of us fathers were grimacing in pain as we faced Flag Raising and our morning staff meeting which abounded with lewd comments about our sons putting us out of order. Doc only shook his head and said "MEDICAL, NOW!"

 

Doc's tender loving care caused much discomfort as he palpated bruised testicles caused by our sons. It was humiliating when once they landed with a knee bruising my penis and doc demanded I produce a full erection so he could make certain no blood vessels were damaged. Doc did everything but pull out a ruler to see how many inches I had. The jungle grapevine was blazing with the results of Doc's evaluation. Our sons had a mixture of remorse at causing us pain and pride that they had such a hung stud for a father.

 

Oliver liked the nights when he was "out of commission" and all I was allowed to do was cuddle. Our sons would join us in the great room and we would have a cuddle night, share a good family rated DVD and gorge on too much buttered popcorn.

 

Oliver and I would tuck our exhausted sons in bed, kiss them goodnight and sneak off for a little private cuddle time with the man I love.

 

As much as Oliver turns me on and I'll never tire of destroying his ass. I love the man even if the only thing I can do is hold him in my arms. Even with his ass "out of order" I never let him go to bed with "blue balls". I was dedicated to pleasure this man I loved and no one, not even an out of control doctor will keep me from sharing passion and intimacy with this wonderful man.

 

Our sons were always too mature for their age and knowledgeable of sex well beyond what is average for their age. They were mature beyond their years and in many ways I felt sorry for the man they would eventually decide to be their partners for life.

 

We fathers cherished every moment we had with our sons and knew before we realized it we would be "Empty Nesters" and longing for grandkids to spoil. I know if and when we ever retire from active duty we best keep our freezer full of Vanilla Ice Cream and plenty of hot fudge topping in the cupboard.

 

Time to go hug and kiss my son and his best buddy for no reason other than I love them both. Kids need to have physical reassurance and being a caring adult in love with ones sons doesn't necessitate a physical relationship with oral or anal intimacy. Just hold them, tuck them in bed each night, kiss them, tell them they are loved and they will never want a day without you in their lives.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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