Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2004 19:32:01 -0800 (PST)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: The General

This is a story of erotic Gay fiction.  If you are a
minor or it is illegal to view this material in your
area, please go away.  If this sort of thing floats
your boat, read on and enjoy.

This story took place in a fantasy world free of
things like diseases; don't make love without a glove!
Dante-

The General:

The desert landscape rolled by as the Hummer slowly
made its way to the base.  I was reading a battered
old copy of Thoreau's Walden and occasionally nodding
as the very young corporal, who was driving, tried to
entertain me with stories of being in the Army.
"geez" I thought, "Why in hell did the boss send me
out here.  Surely after my years of dedicated service"
I smiled, "this wonderful location should have gone to
one of my junior colleagues."  I knew very well why
the sonovabitch had sent me, I was labeled as
"trouble" by the new management.

I install computer software and have done so for the
same company for 10 years, but 2 years ago our company
was "aquired" by a brash new survivor of the dot com
bust and the managers, now younger than me, thought my
methodical and thorough style of implementation too
slow and too expensive.  They preferred to roll them
in, plug them in, then go back to corporate and dial
in and play phone tag with the clients.  I had seen
more than a few of the companies long term clients
move on to other vendors, and usually had the
satisfaction of telling my boss "I told you so."  The
other reason was I was the last of the "old guard"
that still had military clearance for the secret
stuff.  Part of the companies business had always been
with the military, but with the acquisition the new
guys were slowly divesting the company of that
software.  So here I was rolling across the (Nevada?)
desert headed for a base, that most of America didn't
know existed, to do the final install for a piece of
satellite software that use to listen to the Soviet
Union and who knows who it listens to now, terrorists
probably.

I should tell you about myself, my name is Dan
McClean, and I'm 42.  I'm 6' 10" tall and weight
270lbs.  I've mostly succeeded in keeping the middle
age spread down to a bare minimum but it is creeping
up.  "I have to start running again", I think as I
look at my stomach bulge over my belt.  I've got dark
brown hair that I keep short to help disguise the fact
it isn't as thick as it use to be and have grey/green
eyes and wear glasses.  Thank God for no line
bifocals.  I'm divorced with a couple of great kids
that I don't see very often, thanks to their mother.
The marriage was really a mistake from the start but
kids came along so we tried to tuff it out.  When we
finally drifted so far emotionally apart that we were
barely speaking to each other she decided we were
better off separated.  That was 6 years ago, and since
then I've been seeing a great shrink that's helped me
get in touch with my emotions and overcome my fear of
becoming emotionally attached to someone else.  I
don't date and really spend most of my time working.
After a year of visits to Dr. Balmy, as I jokingly
refer to him, he asked me what I thought about
homosexuals.  I had laughed and made some remark about
not thinking about them at all, but deep down I knew
he had finally found the secret spot that I kept
hidden from everyone including myself.  That night, in
the journal I keep at his insistence, I wrote a line
that I've looked at nearly everyday since.  Scrawled
across a whole page and ending with a hole where the
pen actually ripped the paper under the pressure I
wrote.. Fuck, I'm Gay!  There is lots of territory
here, but I digress from the main point of this story.
 I won't go into all the childhood trauma that caused
me to bury myself so deeply into the closet that I
didn't consciously realize it either, but suffice it
to say that I'm glad that Dr. Balmy helped me uncover
all that shit and will help me through it.  Hell maybe
someday I'll actually be normal.

I chuckle out loud and the Corporal asked if the book
was funny.  "No, Corporal, just something I thought
about." I said and smile.

The vehicle stopped at a gate in the middle of nowhere
and the corporal leaned out his window and swiped his
card through a digital reader, then asked for my ID
card and did the same.  Almost instantly the gate
rolled back and the vehicle started up again.  I had
left my car at Ft. Benning where I had hopped a
military flight to a lonely airfield in the desert
about an hour drive from this gate, and as I didn't
see any immediate buildings I assumed we still had a
long drive.

"Sir, there's bottled water in a pack behind the seat
if you'd like some, and I wouldn't mind if you got me
one too.  He said and smiled.

I pop the cap on a couple and hand him one.  "So where
are we going, Corporal?"  I asked as I sipped the
lukewarm water.

"Sorry sir, but that's classified.  I can tell you
we're still inside the good ol U.S. of A. though."  He
laughed then asked, "Where are you from, you sound
like you're from the south."  His Midwestern accent
betraying the corn fields of Iowa or Kansas.

"Yes, I'm from south Georgia," I drawl, I realize I
drawl and smile because I can't help it.  I'm proud to
be from the south.  Born, raised and educated there,
go Bulldogs.

We lapsed back into silence and I got lost in Walden
again, the tragedy is I have it nearly memorized.  The
afternoon wore on and I was beginning to wonder if he
had anything to eat in that pack with the water when
we topped a rise and I could see a manned check point
coming up.

"You'll be switching to another vehicle here, sir."
The corporal said as we pulled to a stop at the
checkpoint.  I got out of the hummer and a sergeant
saluted me smartly then opened the back hatch and
started unloading my stuff.  A lieutenant came up and
saluted then extended his hand and I shook it.

"Mr. McClean, I'm lieutenant Branock.  I'll be your
liaison officer while you're staying with us.  If
you'll come with me we'll be driving you over to the
base and get you settled in your quarters before you
meet the General."   He said and smiled.

He is about 6'3" tall and very blond with very blue
eyes and very handsome.  I managed to return his smile
and thanked the corporal for his driving and followed
the perfect ass of Lieutenant Branock to another
Hummer and got in the back.  We set off on a better
road at a higher speed and were soon pulling into a
compound of quanset huts and cement bunkers.  We
pulled up to one of a small group of frame buildings
and stopped. We got out and Branock helped me get my
stuff as the hummer drove off.  I followed him into
the building and realized that it was a small house
and apparently all my own.  He showed me the three
rooms a small sitting room/office that we entered from
the outside and then a small bedroom and an attached
bath.  He waited in the sitting room while I dropped
my suitcases and used the facilities.  Then lead me
out and toward one of the cement bunkers.  I swiped my
card through the reader and the door opened and we
were in a narrow passage that ended in a staircase.
Down the stairs several flights and we ended on a
hallway that led into a reception area.  Another
sergeant snapped to attention when we walked in and
said that we were expected.  The lieutenant led the
way through a door and we were in a comfortable
office.

A man about my age stood up when the lieutenant
snapped to attention and saluted then he came round
the desk and extended his hand to me.

"You must be Mr McClean.  I'm General Ramirez pleasure
to meet you."  He said and the grip was strong that
shook my hand.

The General was about 6' 5" and had light olive skin.
He had black hair from what I could see of his high
and tight cut.  He wore wire framed glasses and his
brown eyes were keen but somewhere in them I detected
a warmth.  He had a marvelously broad chest and from
what I could see from his fatigues strong legs.  His
smile showed a wealth of very white teeth which he
flashed a lot.  I, on the other hand, had spent the
whole day traveling here so my summer weight wool suit
was a lot worse for the wear. I looked like I had
slept in it.  Then I immediately thought, only a fag
would care.

"The pleasures all mine, General.  Please call me
Dan."  I answered and smiled in return.

"OK Dan, have a seat, dismissed Lieutenant."  He said
and sat opposite me in the other chair.  He looked at
me with those warm brown eyes and then smiled again.
"Glad you're here.   We need that software up and
running ASAP.  Your boss said you were the best they
had for this application so I'm confident you'll get
us working soon."

"Well, General, I don't know about the best part, I'm
about the only one left that can install this package.
 I'm one of the dinosaurs."  I said and smiled.

He laughed also and said, "Yeah I know what you mean.
That young lieutenant that brought you in probably
knows more about these computers than I do.  Oh well,
age does have its benefits I guess."  He said.

I laughed and said, "Yeah, getting fat and loosing
your hair."  I said and brushed my own thinning hair
with my hand.

"You're not looking too bad."  He said.  "How old are
you, 40?"

"42 actually, but sometimes it feels like 52."

He laughed and said, "Well I just turned 42 a couple
months ago myself.  I know what you mean."  He paused
lost in thought, then.  "Well I'll let the lieutenant
show you your workstation, actually you can link up to
the network with your laptop from your quarters.  All
I ask is that you not wander around the base
unescorted.  This is a highly classified facility and
you're only clear for certain areas.  You can attend
mess with the officers but I'll have to ask that you
not socialize with them or the enlisted.  Most of the
men here don't know what their bunk mate is doing nor
do the officers necessarily know what their fellow
officers are doing.  I'm about the only one around
with all the pieces of the puzzle.  It takes a pretty
self assured man to stay out here very long.  If you
need anything, or need someone to talk to, feel free
to come back and see me.  I'll want an estimate of
when you'll be done tomorrow afternoon and then a
timeline and updates every couple days."  He smiled
again and I was mesmerized by his brown eyes.

"Thanks General, I think I can manage that.  These
installs don't take very long.  Will the lieutenant be
able to tell me where I can and can't go?"  I asked as
I stood up.

"Certainly, you're free to walk around the compound,
but it's entry into the buildings that is off limits."
 He said and extended his hand.  I took it and once
again felt the strong grip and the warm hand, he held
my grip for a heartbeat longer than I anticipated and
then smiled at me again.

I met up with the lieutenant again and he escorted me
back up and outside.  We went across the compound and
entered another bunker and went down another staircase
into a large computer room.  I was taken over to a
desk with a pc on it and introduced to another
sergeant who took me through their configuration to
date.  They left me alone and I went to work on their
system.  It's what I do and I do it well, so the time
just disappeared.  I was finalizing my research and
coming up with a project plan when Branock stopped by
and told me that the mess hall would close soon.  I
asked if he could take me along to it, I looked at my
watch and realized it was after 6 o'clock, and told
him I was done for the day.

We entered the dining room and I realized these guys
really were out on the edge.  The room looked like it
had last been decorated during the Korean conflict,
but I grabbed a tray and went through the line with
Branock and settled at a table.  I had just started in
on my meatloaf when Branock snapped to his feet and
saluted, I looked up and then stood up as the General
approached.

"At ease Lieutenant, Mr. McClean.  You gentleman mind
if I join you?"  He said and smiled that neon smile
and looked at me.

"By all means, General, have a seat."  I smiled back
and returned to my meatloaf.  Branock and the General
talked about various housekeeping duties, perimeters
and checkpoints and things called IGA's.  I just kept
eating my food and thinking about the knee that kept
bumping into mine under the table.  I thought I was
initially mistaken but every few minutes the General's
knee would bump into mine.  Eventually it just leaned
against mine and stayed there.  Now given my
conversations with Dr. Balmy and my self realization
about my repressed sexuality I was really incapable of
reacting like most gay men would have.  I should have
just tapped back but I froze and tried to keep eating.
 Finally Branock excused himself and the General
turned to me.

"So Dan, how'd it go with the computers?"  he smiled
and once again I felt him nudge me with his knee.

"Well General, I think I can have you boys running in
a couple days and the testing done next week.  What
say you make arrangements to get me out of here by
next Friday."  I said.

"That's great Dan, I can make arrangements for you to
be taken into the airfield for the weekend so you can
go home and visit the family though."

"That's ok, General, I was going to work through the
weekend and get this done.  I haven't got anyone
waiting at home for me anyway."  I said as I played
with my Jello.

"Not married?" he asked

"Divorced, and the kids have plans this weekend."  I
sighed.  "How about you?"

He cleared his throat and said, "No, I'm married to
the service.  Career man, been in since I was 21."

"Not a bad idea actually, I sometimes wish I'd taken
that route, except for my kids it would have been much
less painful." I paused, "Cheaper too."  Then I smiled
at him.

He eyes twinkled as he smiled back and I felt the
pressure against my knee again. "Fuck, I think he's
coming on to me."  I thought and smiled back.

"Dan, what you got planned for this evening?  We
haven't got much in the way of entertainment here.
The rec hall has TV and ping pong and some video
games.  Just remember about the socializing thing."
He said.

"Well General, I think I'm gonna avail myself of a
long hot shower and try to get rid of the sand and
then I'm gonna have myself a drink and make an early
night of it."  I said

He frowned slightly, "Don't get carried away with the
drinking."

"General, I've been doing this install for 10 years I
know how you soldier boys work.  I'll be keeping
myself out of everyone's way and you don't have to
worry about a drop or two of bourbon around a Georgia
boy like me." I said and smiled then a thought popped
into my head, as the knee nudged me again, "Care to
join me for one later?"

He thought a moment and then the knee moved away,
"Sure my quarters are just behind yours.  Come around
after your shower and we'll sit on the porch and have
that drink."  He smiled again.

I excused myself and went back to my quarters.  They
were certainly less cheerful than a hotel room but I'd
been in worse.  I unpacked my suitcases and got the
bottle of bourbon out of my briefcase.  I went into
the small bath and stripped my travel rumpled clothes
off.  I hung my suit up in the bathroom doorway so the
steam would help hang the wrinkles out, (I hoped) and
stood under the scalding water and let the warmth soak
away the stiffness.

After my revelation about my repressed sexuality I had
only shared the "good news" with the shrink.  I was
reticent to talk to my kids or ex-wife about it.  They
had had enough of my barbed comments, and general bad
humor without having that laid on them also.  I hadn't
immediately gone to a gay bar or a cruising spot or
anything, I had actually not even particularly thought
about having sex with men.  Suddenly though as I stood
under the hot water, I knew I wanted the General.  I
could feel my 7 inch rod rise up at the thought of
those warm brown eyes.  I really didn't have too much
of an idea of what I wanted to do with him, but
getting naked was certainly involved.

I finished my shower and put on a pair of jeans and a
polo shirt.  I grabbed the bourbon and a couple of
glasses that were in the bathroom and filled them with
ice from the little fridge.  I looked in the mirror
and immediately thought how queer it was to do that.
The screen door banged as I walked out into the chill
night air.  The stars were very bright more so than
any time I could remember.  I went around the side of
my quarters and found a sidewalk that led between the
buildings.  It came out behind them and into a small
open area that was backed by a larger version of my
quarters.  I could make out the front porch and I saw
the motion of a figure rocking in a chair on the
porch.  At the foot of the steps the General's voice
floated out to me and quietly invited me up.  I went
up and sat in the chair beside him.

"Hope you like bourbon, General.  You see I got me
some friends in Kentucky and they take great pride in
their bourbon.  Send me a bottle every year for my
birthday, just now getting to open this one."  I said
and poured a couple fingers in each glass and handed
one to the General.

"Bourbon's fine, Dan; I'm not much of a drinker.  The
occasional beer is about the best I do."  He said and
accepted the glass.

"Well to Buck and Kyle back in Frankfort, them would
be fighting words, but your lucky I'll just make you
drink this shit."  I said and I could hear his quiet
laughter.
We developed a cheerful banter between us, and talked
about "guy" things.  My love of all things southern,
and of course my favorite subject, Georgia Football.
The General was an Army fan, go figure that one out
and was a proud Latino who was active in Latino
causes, namely education and bilingual access.  We had
soon consumed our first glass and I poured us each a
second, "For the road, General." I said.

"Dan, when we're here why don't you call me Jock.  I
get tired of being called General all the time."  He
said and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"That'd be fine with me Jock.  Don't suppose you'd
care to tell me how you got that nickname." I said and
chuckled a little then sipped the smooth firewater.

Jock laughed quietly and said, "Well my real name is
Jorges, but my drill sergeant in basic didn't know how
to pronounce it so he just called me Jock.  I've been
Jock to my friends ever since."

"Well Jock, I think I'd be honored to be in that
number."  I said quietly then raising my glass high,
"To Buck and Kyle a pair of mean ass UNIX
programmers."

I heard the ice clink in his drink as he sipped.  We
sat in the darkness and the only sound was the
squeaking of the rockers and the night sounds of the
desert.

"What's your life like, Dan?"  he said in a quiet
wistful way that I couldn't figure out.

I collected my thoughts took a long sip of my drink,
trying to decide which version I should tell, the
truth, or a very watered down version.  I settled on
the truth and said, "Well its pretty much like shit,
Jock.  Grew up in Thomasville, went to college in
Athens then work in Atlanta. Got married to the first
girl I ever screwed, had two wonderful kids, but we
shouldn't have got married. Then divorced, the job
pretty much is in the crapper, just hanging on for as
long as I can to pad the 401k.  Really just feel kinda
lost.  My shrink tells me its middle age and long
repressed guilt for some crap that happened in my
childhood, I think he's full of shit about a lot of
things but that isn't one of them.  I just work and
wait for the end sometimes."  I laughed but there was
a bitter edge to it and he heard it.  "What about
you?"  I took a long sip.

"Well pretty much the same, I guess.  I Grew up in
Tucumcari, went to the Academy at West Point and then
a series of duty stations.  I had a upwardly mobile
career, promising future one of the youngest Generals,
first one in my class, then shit happens.  A couple
bad decisions, and the career gets sidelined and I end
up in this dust hole waiting for retirement in a
couple years.  Never married, no kids, folks are dead
and my brothers and sisters are like strangers.  I
know exactly what the fuck you mean.  I don't know
what happened but somehow I feel like I've mislaid
most of my life."  He sighed

Ok so our little good ol boys having fun just went to
shit.  I could have done many things; I could have
told him he was wrong or any number of trite things to
ease the situation.  This man had somehow plumbed the
depths of my despair with his, so instead I did
something I would never have thought of in a million
years.  I reached over and laid my hand on top of his.

"I'm sorry Jock."  Is all I said.  He turned his hand
over and our palms met and his fingers interlaced with
mine and he squeezed.  We sat there holding hands and
drinking our bourbon and rocking in those squeaky
rockers. Somewhere, a long way off, a coyote howled
and was answered from the other direction.  I shivered
and Jock stopped rocking and leaned close to me.

"Will you stay with me tonight?"  he whispered.

"Jock, I've never...you know?  But...I want to...if you'll
show me how."  I stammered suddenly afraid and
excited.

His hand held mine and his other came up to my chest
and I felt his warm breath faint smell of bourbon,
then his lips nuzzled my ear and rockets went off in
my head.  I turned and his lips touched mine.  His
were firm but soft at the same time and I could feel
the stubble of his five o'clock shadow.  My free hand
came up and touched the side of his face, I could feel
the weathered skin that had the faint traces of
wrinkles the strong neck that only a lot of physical
exercise can cause, I felt the prickle of his hair.  I
suddenly wondered if it was possible to have your
heart come up your throat and out your mouth from
beating too hard.  His tongue touched my closed lips
and I opened my mouth to let it in.  He tasted of
bourbon and some personal flavor, all his own.  It was
like kissing my ex-wife but infinitely more sexual.
Time stopped for me.

Our lips parted and he said, "I've waited a long time
for someone like you Dan.  Sounds corny, but I feel
like I've known you all my life."

I sighed and picked up my now empty glass.  I looked
at the bottom of the glass and then looked at Jock.
"I'm past casual sex, Jock.  I'm so screwed up; my
wife left me, my kids don't really want to be around
me.  I'm opinionated and grumpy, hell I'm more than
grumpy, my ex-wife thinks I'm a real sonnovabitch.
Are you sure you wanna get involved with me?  Cause
I'm thinking that if this is as good as I'm feeling it
is, you could have a lot of trouble getting rid of
me."

His lips found mine again and I was lost in his kiss.
He pulled back and said, "Lets go inside."

The rockers were left, I picked up the bottle and my
glass and he picked up his glass and still holding my
hand, he led me through the door and into a larger
version of my own quarters, we went through the
sitting room and into a bedroom that was furnished
with a double bed.  I realized absently that at some
point in the past they must have had families here.
Then he turned and took the bottle and glass from me
and sat them on a night stand then his strong arms
went around my waist and his lips were once again on
mine.   As his tongue was finding all my fillings his
hands were moving under my shirt and up my chest.   I
was hard, more than hard.  I was throbbing.  I
remember a buddy of mine in high school use to call it
a purple throbber.  Jock's hands were pushing my shirt
up and I took it off then his hands were at the waist
of my jeans and I felt the tightness give way as he
loosened them and pushed them down and my aching dick
was waving in the air between us.  He pulled back and
looked down at my pecker that was waving hi to him,
and then looked me in the eye and smiled a smile of
pure sexual delight.  As I stepped out of my jeans and
took my shoes and socks off, Jock was taking off his
fatigue shirt and under shirt.  He sat on the bed to
remove his boots and I sat beside him and watched.
His chest was perfectly smooth a nice foil to my
dusting of light brown hair.  I lay back on the bed
when he stood up to take off his paints and watched as
his perfect ass appeared and then his sculpted thighs.
 When he turned around I was amazed and turned on by
his 6 inches of uncut meat with a bush of jet black
hair mounded around it.  I scooted over and he lay
down beside me.  He turned towards me and his lips
found mine again.

I could feel his dick poke me and the juice leaking
out of both of us was quickly slicking everything
down.  My hands went down his strong back and I cupped
his tight ass and moaned as he ground his crotch into
mine.  He shifted and pushed me to my back and his
lips moved to my neck.  His hands were alternately
running across my chest and stroking my aching dick.
His head moved down and I felt his lips touch my
nipple, which had always been insignificant to me, a
redundancy before, now became a vortex of sexual heat
that was hard wired to my aching cock.  His busy hands
were making me crazy as he slipped lower and kissed
first my treasure trail and then I felt his lips touch
my cock head.  I moaned loudly and he sighed as I
slipped into his warm mouth.  My hands were rubbing
his stubbled hair and I said, "God  Jock, I'm gonna
cum."

He backed away and looked up at me and smiled then
came back to my lips.  We kissed for a while and then
I decided that it was now or never so I started down
his body with my lips.  His nipples were like hard
little buds as my tongue flicked them and he moaned.
I ran my hands down his strong chest and across his
rippled abs, finally ending as I clasped his dripping
hard dick in my fist and started stroking like it was
my own.  He sighed and moaned and when my lips touched
the exposed and plum colored head he sighed and said,
"Shit."  I let his rod slip past my lips and into my
mouth keeping my teeth well protected with my lips.
When he hit the back of my throat I stopped.  His
pubic hair beckoned but I didn't know how to go any
deeper.  My tongue made circles on the underside of
his rod and he was moaning almost non stop.  Suddenly
he tensed and groaned and said "Fuck I'm gonna cum."
I thought about what I could do and decided in for
penny in for a pound and went back to giving the best
head I knew how to.  He put his hands on my head and
slowly pushed until his cock was at the back of my
mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft.  I heard
him groan and felt his rod get even harder, and he
said "fuck" once again and moaned as I felt his rod
jerk and my mouth flood with his cum.  He just kept
cumming and I tried to swallow it but his dick was too
far back in my mouth.  His load dribbled out of my
mouth and down his column and into his mound of black
hair.  Finally he released my head and pulled me up to
his mouth.  I had swallowed what I could and found it
to taste much like my own.  (Yes I've tasted it, and
so has every other guy.)  His tongue entered my mouth
and he was still moaning.  Then he rolled me back onto
my back and looked into my eyes.

"You want me to suck you off or you wanna fuck me?"
he said and smiled.

I sighed and said, "It's your bed, stud, you decide."

He rolled off me and reached into the bedside stand
brought out a small bottle and a condom.  He handed me
the condom and popped open the bottle.  He squirted a
stream of liquid into his hand and started rubbing it
into his crotch behind his balls.  Then he grasped my
sheathed dick and rubbed a lot on it.  By this time my
somewhat deflated manhood was once again at purple
attention.  He straddled my waist and leaned down and
kissed me.  I felt him lower his ass onto my rod and
position it with one hand then I felt the pressure as
his weight pushed against my rigid column, I was
worried that he would bend it as the pressure
increased then suddenly he sighed and I felt his ass
part and my head slip in.  Instinct took over and I
thrust up into his warm tunnel and we moaned in
unison.  "God, you're so hot."  I sighed as my hands
went up his tight chest and clutched his shoulders and
then I thrust my tongue down his throat and my dick up
his ass and I fucked him like there was no tomorrow.
He rocked up and down with my thrusts stroking me like
my wife never could.  I could fell the tension
building and I noticed his dick was hard again and
dripping and he was moaning on the down stroke as he
forced my prick deep inside him.  I was breathing like
I'd run a marathon and the tension was more than I
could stand when I moaned and went over the edge, "Oh
Fuck Jock!"  I groaned as I pounded the last time into
his hole and he moaned I could feel my dick throbbing
and dumping cum into the rubber and suddenly his cum
was shooting across my abdomen and chest and he was
still rocking and moaning.

He collapsed onto me and nuzzled my neck as our
breathing returned to normal.  I must have dozed off.
I was awakened by the cold air from the open window
blowing across my naked body.  Jock had moved to
beside me again and his arm was across my chest and
his face nestled onto my shoulder.  I brought my arm
up and touched his shoulder.  He jerked awake and I
whispered, "It's alright Jock, it's just me.  I need
to close the window and take a piss."

When I returned he was sitting up against the
headboard of the bed.  I had looked at my watch and
realized I needed to return to my own bed before
morning.  I sat beside him and reached for my clothes.
His hands touched my shoulder and then pulled me down
to him and his lips touched mine again and I realized
it wasn't just a onetime thing, he could still make
time stand still.

"I need to get back to my room.  We have taken an
awful chance, I could never forgive myself if you got
into trouble."  I whispered as his lips nuzzled my
ear.

"Don't worry, Dan, no one comes to my quarters without
calling first, we'd have plenty of time to get you out
of here, but you're probably right, no sense taking a
chance.  This was your first time wasn't it?"  he
asked.

"Yeah, Jock guess I'm not quiet a virgin anymore, at
least one end isn't."  I said and smiled.  "We might
have to try the other end sometime."

"Dan, I hope...I mean...I don't usually...what I mean
is...Oh fuck, I'm not good at this."  He sighed.

"Jock, listen to me.  What happened happened cause I
wanted it to.  It was great.  I spent 10 years married
to a woman and never had sex that was that good.  I
realize that you don't fuck every civvy that wanders
on base, I don't think you're some kind of perv or
anything like that.  I felt a link between us when we
were talking out there and this is a natural
conclusion to that closeness." I said quietly and
kissed him and pushed my tongue into his mouth.  I
brushed my hand across his chest and felt his nipple
harden.  I broke our kiss and sat back up.  He watched
silently as I dressed.  I didn't bother with my socks
and stuffed them into my pants pocket.  I stood up and
looked down at this beautiful man who had just led me
over into a new life and smiled.

"Dan, I want to be with you again, OK?" he said.

I laughed and said, "Like there is any fucking way
you're gonna get rid of me. I'll leave the bourbon
here, for tomorrow night."

To be continued...