Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2007 14:34:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: the-General-12

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!

The General-12

Jock smiled lost in thought then said, "Dan is a crazy ass redneck I met
in the desert.  He came out to install some software for us.  We clicked
right off, and got to know one another pretty well.  He bought out the
software he installed for Intelligence and started his own company with
it.  When I retired he asked me into the business with him.  I go back
and forth to Washington keeping the brass happy and he makes the magic
happen with the computers."

Carl laughed, "He sounded like a nice guy on the phone.  Where does he
live?"

"He lives in a big pile of a house, looks like it fell off a
plantation.  I live there as well.  He inherited it from his family.
They're some kind of local gentry, he also owns a major chunk of that
forest you see out there."  Jock said and pointed out the window at the
dark brooding landscape they were driving through.  "It really does have
a plantation house on it."  Jock said.

Carl watched Jock as he described Dan, Jock was concentrating on the road
so he was unaware he was being observed.  Carl noticed how Jock's face
lit up when he talked about Dan.  Carl had known Jock for more than 20
years; he'd considered him a good friend only surpassed by Eric.  Carl
had heard the rumors when Eric killed himself.  Carl just couldn't
imagine that two serious soldiers like Jock and Eric could be queer for
one another.  He had always assumed it was jealousy on the part of others
passed over for promotion.  In all the years he had known them and seen
them both together and apart he had never seen anything that couldn't be
explained.  It was hard for non military people to understand the
relationship that developed during your academy years.  You became a band
of brothers like in the movie, to a civvy some of the things that
happened might seem queer but to most soldiers they were just the way it
was.

He remembered coming in one afternoon from the football field and
standing under the shower, he had blown an important play against Navy
and he felt like shit.  One of the other players came in the shower and
while they talked Carl had bent his head down under the pounding spray
while his teammate tried to console him, when that didn't work his
teammate had taken a bottle of shampoo and washed Carl's buzzed head for
him.  Carl could still remember the feel of his friend's strong fingers
scrubbing his scalp and telling him to suck it up.  They hadn't been
queer for one another just one buddy helping another through a tough
spot.  That's what being in the military was for Carl and men like Jock
and Eric.  He was sure of it.

"Dan married?"  he asked.

"No divorced, he's got a couple of great kids, they're teenagers."
Jock glanced at Carl and said, "What happened with you and Gina?"

Carl sighed, "Shit Jock, I guess the usual, we were so hot for one
another we thought marriage was the way to go, then when the sex cooled a
little we realized that that was about all there was between us.  Luckily
we didn't have any kids.  It wasn't long after she realized this that
Gina found herself another guy she thought she liked better.  I got the
paperwork at my office one day at lunch.  When I got home my stuff was on
the front porch and my key didn't work anymore."

"Geeze Carl, that really sucks."  Jock said.

Carl laughed forlornly, "Yeah, it did, but I'm over it."

They pulled into the drive, Carl followed Jock through the back door and
into the kitchen.

"I'm back here guys." They heard Dan call from the back porch.  Jock
showed Carl the guest room and pointed to the French doors that lead onto
the back porch, and left him to settle in.

Jock entered the back porch and found Dan sitting in his favorite glider
with a bottle of beer feet propped up on the coffee table hidden beneath
the pizza boxes.  Jock selected a bottle from the ice filled bucket and
sat in the chair closest to Dan.

"So how'd it go, Jock?"  Dan asked and rubbed Jock's knee then
withdrew remembering Carl was due in the room.
"Fine, Dan."  Jock said and took a pull from his bottle, "Its gonna be
fine."

They heard footsteps coming down the hall then Dan saw the tall blond
frame fill the doorway.  He was about 6'1" tall and looked to be about
250lbs, well muscled, he had thinning blonde hair and startling blue
eyes.  He approached Dan with his hand outstretched and said, "Dan, Carl
Hargrove.  Thanks for putting me up."

Dan stood to meet his hand and said, "No problem Carl, any friend of
Jock's^Åyou know."

They sat down and began making use of the pizza and beer. They soon were
talking and Jock and Carl easily included Dan in their tales.  By the
time the pizza was gone Dan had enough army stories to tease Jock for a
long time.

"You know Dan, Carl here is a big Michigan fan."  He smiled then,
"Carl you are sitting in the house of the world's biggest Georgia
fan."

"I'll try not to hold it against you."  Dan laughed.

The evening was a comfortable success as far as Carl was concerned, Dan
and Jock would later agree that they felt slightly uptight not quite as
relaxed as they would've liked.

Carl went to bed, Dan and Jock gathered up the remains of the evening and
went upstairs.  Snuggled in bed, Dan asked, "Babe, you ok?"

"I'm fine, Dan.  It will get better with time.

Dan had an early conference call the next day.  The alarm pulled him out
of a sound sleep and he wandered down to the kitchen to put on the coffee
as usual.  He had forgotten Carl in the morning fog and was startled when
he found Carl sitting at the kitchen table nursing a steaming cup.

"Morning Dan, coffees ready."  Carl said.

Dan was embarrassed he'd forgotten Carl and was dressed only in boxers.
"Fuck, Carl, I forgot you were in the house or I'd have dressed first.  I
got a conference call in about 3 minutes and I just ran down for coffee.
Help yourself to breakfast there's cereal, and stuff in the fridge."  Dan
poured his coffee and ignored Carl's chuckle.  "Jock's awake he should be
down in a few minutes."

"Yeah your alarm would wake the dead."  Carl laughed.

Dan, smirked and mumbled as he left the room, "God damn crazy ass client
wanting to talk at the fucking crack of dawn.

By the time Dan finished with his call and the backlog of email, it was
nearly 10:00 he jumped in the shower, dressed and went downstairs for a
refill on his coffee.  He found a note on the table from Jock stating he
and Carl had gone out for awhile.  They'd bring back lunch.  Dan went
back to work and was finishing up a call when he heard Jock coming up the
stairs.  He hung up just as the pair entered the office suite.  They
unloaded a couple of deli bags and setup sandwiches on the conference
table that centers the room.

"Looks like our timing is perfect."  Jock said and smiled at Dan.

"You boys have fun?"  Dan asked raising an eyebrow at Jock.

"I took Carl around and showed him the town.  We picked up barbeque on
the way back."

Dan could already smell the smoky aroma that was drifting up from the
paper bags.  He spied the little white Styrofoam container and laughed,
"I see you remembered the dill pickles.  Carl, its taken me the better
part of two years to train Jock here in the fine art of southern
barbeque.  My grandpa always said that after you've filled up on barbeque
you need to eat a few dill pickles to cut the grease outta your mouth."

Carl laughed as well, "Yeah he told me not to let him forget or you'd
never let him hear the end of it."

They ate at the table and Jock went through his email.  "I'll have to
make a few calls this afternoon Carl, think you can occupy yourself for a
couple of hours?"  Jock asked.

Dan interrupted, "You know Jock I need to get out to the farm and talk
with Greg, I could take Carl along."

Jock looked at Dan then said, "That's a good idea, take Carl with you
give him a chance to see the countryside."  He laughed and turned to
Carl, "You'll get to see Dan's personal fiefdom.  Try to not be too
intimidated by Massa Dan's plantation."

Dan saw the twinkle in Jock's eye and gave him the finger.

"Thanks I'm good."  Jock laughed.

"You'll need to put on some jeans I like to ride around the farm and
check things myself, Carl."  Dan said staring at Carl's khaki shorts.

They piled into Dan's car and headed south out of town.

"This is a nice town, Dan."  Carl said.

"Yeah, I'm glad I was able to move back.  It was tough though at first
trying to stay in touch with my kids in Atlanta."  Dan sighed.  "So where
are you going to end up, Carl?"

It was Carl's turn to sigh, "Hell I don't know, Dan.  I know I don't want
to stay in the D.C. area."  Carl watched the houses getting farther apart
and the forest close in.  "Jock seems to have made a life here, he
appears content."

Dan was lost in thought, "Yeah he settled into South Georgia like he was
born here.  I'm sure you'll find a place in time.  Just from my knowing
Jock it must be difficult to retire from the military if you don't have
family and grounding outside it."

"Yeah maybe if it had worked out with Gina it would be easier.  What
happened with your marriage if you don't mind me asking?"  Carl said.

"Shit Carl, we fought our entire married life until we just got tired of
it.  We had kids so we tried to stick it out for a few years but it just
didn't work out.  We only talk about the kids now."  Dan said and laughed
ruefully.

"Yeah I'd like to have someone to share my life with again.  You know
when I was younger there were all the guys that I went to the academy
with, Jock and Eric were my closest friends.  Then I got married and we
drifted apart, then Eric, you know, bought the farm and Jock just
disappeared, I guess part of my problem is I'm just plain lonely.  Feel
too old to date but guess I'll have to."

Dan suddenly felt very sorry for Carl, he could remember what his life
was like before Jock.  Dan turned the car into the lane leading to the
farm.  The live Oaks overshadowed the graveled drive and the Palmetto
made eerie shadows in the gloom beneath them.

"Damn, Dan, you must own half of the county."  Carl said as the gravel
road continued.

Dan laughed, "No not quite.  We're almost to the office."

"You inherit this place?"  Carl asked.

"Yeah, me and my mother own it.  It was my father's childhood home, the
McClean's came here in the early 19th century from coastal Georgia.  I
still have relatives in Savannah.  They built this place with a land
grant and raised first rice then cotton and peanuts.  My father moved
into town after he married and went into practice, I was raised there and
only came out here to visit my grandparents.  After they passed away dad
leased out the forest to Georgia Pacific and kept the pastures around the
house for hunting.  We let guys from all over come in during the season
and pay to bird hunt. It pays the taxes and upkeep on the place.  The
leases make a small profit.  I try and make it out here a couple times a
month to check up on Greg our farm manager.  He does all the maintenance
and deals with the timber and hunters.  He gets to live in the manager's
house and draws a small salary.  So far we've managed to not sell off to
developers although we're close enough to Tallahassee to make that a very
real possibility someday."  Dan pulled the car up in front of the big
house as he finished.

"Damn" Carl whistled.
They were met by a man in his late fifties; Greg had lived around the
edge of the farm since his childhood and knew the swamp and forest better
than Dan did.  He came around the corner walking stiffly and met Dan at
the steps.

"Hey, Greg, how they hanging?"  Dan said and shook the man's hand.

"Damn it Dan, I'm stiff as a board today, to much fencing yesterday I
guess."

Carl listened halfheartedly to their conversation and took in his
surroundings.  The old house sat on a slight rise in the otherwise flat
landscape.  The fields nearby were gold with what looked like some kind
of grain and they were dotted with clumps of trees scattered across their
expanse.  The forest they had driven through ended at a cluster of
buildings nearby.  Carl could tell the house was old and apparently
unused, something about the windows with drawn drapes made the house look
deserted.  He was pulled out of his daydream by his name.

"Ok Carl and I will ride over and take a look while we're here, Greg.
Take it easy man."  Dan said and nodded his head at Carl to follow him.
They walked down the drive and Dan turned into the clustered buildings.
He ducked into the open end of a small shed and Carl followed.

"You ever ride a four wheeler Carl?"  Dan asked.

"No," Carl said, "But always thought it looked like fun."

They were soon shooting down the dirt road leading from the house across
the fields.  Carl was taken with the combined thrill of speed and the
power beneath him.  He followed Jock's Polaris down the track and then
off across the end of one of the fields that had ripe soybeans.  They
plowed through the high grass at the edge of the crop and then into a
track that penetrated the woods.  Carl could smell the dankness of the
forest and noticed the sandy track getting progressively damper.

Dan pulled up under a large live oak, 300 years old at least, and shut
off the engine.  Carl parked beside him and they got off their machines.

"I need to look at a seep near one of the old levees, Carl.  Greg thinks
we'll either have to repair it or let the swamp take part of the field
back."  Dan said.

They walked through the woods, Carl could feel the squelch of mud under
foot and was glad Dan had recommended jeans as the palmetto was sharp.
Carl saw a rise in land approaching that had a modest sized pool of dark
water in front of it.

"Damn, look at that.  Greg wasn't shitting about a seep.  The levy is
failing there Carl, see the water, that's coming through from the swamp
beyond."

Carl, was no engineer but he could only imagine how expensive a repair
could be.  "Looks like that could get expensive."

"Damn straight, Carl." Dan said as they topped the levy and surveyed the
swamp proper beyond.  "You see here that the swamp is only about three
feet above the field but it'll spread out and take nearly three acres
back half way to the road.  I'll loose a dozen rows across that soybean
field."  Dan sighed, "Not to mention that to get permission from the
Corps of Engineers in this day and age of preserving wetlands will be
neigh on impossible.  I can repair the levy as it stands but if I have to
take it down and build a coffer dam the Corps gets involved."

Carl was looking down the levy and noticed four piles sticking out of the
swamp with the remains of a platform on top, "What's that Dan?"

Dan looked at the platform and realized immediately what it was and where
he was.

Dan had been around nine years old and was spending the summer with his
Grandmother.  His Grandfather had died that winter and his Father sent
him out to the farm to stay to keep her company.  Dan loved the farm, he
loved to fish in the swamp not far from the house.  There was a big ol
catfish that lolled around an old cypress stump back there and he was
damned if he wasn't gonna catch him that summer.  He'd made friends with
Slow Billie, a black kid around 18, who lived out there with his dad.
The kid was retarded but was to Dan's 9 years a good friend.  Billie
encouraged Dan to try for the ol cat and Dan went down there most days to
try.  The farm manager back then had been a crusty old man named Calvin
Hobbs and Dan was scared of him.  Rumor was he was klan but Dan and his
family tried to stay clear of those issues.  They had good relations with
the black community for that time period, and they liked to keep it that
way.  Calvin had told Dan one day to stay away from Slow Billie and stick
with his own kind.  Dan had said "Yes sir" and started sneaking down
instead of openly walking down.

That day it was nearly a 100 degrees in the field and not much cooler in
the swamp, Dan and Billie were sitting on the porch of the fish shack
where Billie lived over the swamp with their poles, Billie was not shy
about anything and would stand up and pull out his dick to pee whenever
the urge struck him.  Dan had as well just so as not to seem impolite but
he noticed how Billie looked at him peeing.  It had made Dan feel funny,
kinda good.  Dan knew Billie's dick was ever so much bigger than his and
black as the rest of him.  He had a funny piece of skin that slid over
his end as well that Dan didn't have.

That day Billie had said, "Aint no cat gonna bite no bait in this stink,
too damn hot."

Dan had laughed and said, "Yeah its hotter than hell."  He had just
started using those words that his dad used but his momma would switch
him for using.

"Well mister Dan lets go back to de spring house and sit and cool off a
spell."  Billie said.

So Dan followed Billie off through the woods back up to the natural rise
in the land, there under a large oak was a small stone building poking
out of the ground with a low door way.  Billie shoved the door open and
Dan followed him into the gloom.  He was struck by the sudden drop in
temperature that made him shiver.

"Goose done walked across yo grabe, mister Dan."  Billie said and put his
hand on Dan's bare arm.  Then slowly let it run up and down.  "Not so
fuckin hot in here mister Dan."

Dan giggled again, then said in a whisper, "What's that mean Billie, I've
never heard that one before."

Billie giggled as well, "Fuckin is when you stick your dick in sompin
when it gets all hard like and giggy it around til you shoot."

Dan's eyes must've gotten big cause Billie laughed again, "You wants to
see mister Dan^Åcause my dick is hard already just thinkin about fuckin."

Dan nodded and then watched spell bound as Billie unbuttoned his jeans
and let them slide to his ankles.  His cock looked enormous to Dan and
Billie immediately wrapped his hand around it like he was holding a
baseball bat and started moving it up and down its length.  Dan could
feel his own dick get hard as well.

"You hard too mister Dan?"  Billie asked.

Dan nodded and stretched his shorts out tight so he could see the
outline.

"Let Billie sees it, I aint never seen no white man hard."  He whispered.

Dan could see Billie's hand moving faster then slower and slowly Dan
pushed his shorts and underwear down.  His little cock popped out and
slapped his smooth belly.

"Aint got no hairs down there yet, you will mister Dan.  See I gots me
plenty hair."  Billie pushed his cock down and Dan could see the kinky
black matt of hair around the base.

"Com'ere mister Dan and I shows you how to do it."  Billie whispered and
sighed.

Dan waddled closer and then he felt Billie's warm hand grasp his dick.
Dan had never felt anything quite so good in his young life.  Billie
really only used about three fingers but he started stroking Dan and made
him start to tingle all over.

"You wanna feel my dick?" Billie asked and turned so his hard cock
brushed Dan's.

Dan slowly wrapped his hand around Billie's dick like he'd seen him do
and started running it up and down.

"Damn, that's it.  I'm gonna shoot."  Billie whispered, and with that Dan
simultaneously felt Billie's cock jerk and warm goo running over his hand
then felt a rush that started somewhere in his belly and enveloped his
whole being ending with his own dick jerking almost painfully but no goo
came out of him.

"Dan, you ok?"  Carl asked, watching Dan stare into the swamp.

"Sure Carl, I'm fine."

"Looks like you've seen a ghost."  He said.

Dan laughed half heartedly, "Yeah this old swamp is full of ghosts Carl.
Been a lot of meanness happened out here over time."  Dan paused and
looked back up the slight rise toward the mound he knew hid the old
springhouse.  He wondered if it was still there.
"Let's go Carl."

Dan led the way back off the levee and down around the seep.  He turned
to the left and went parallel to the levee for a while then turned right
as the ground started to naturally rise.  It was still there.  He picked
out the mound and through a gap in the palmetto scrub he could see the
black yawning opening.  He shivered.

"What's that Dan?"  Carl said and poked around the scrub trying to clear
the doorway.

Dan couldn't believe how low it was he seemed to remember it being much
taller and bigger all together.  He could feel the cool damp air move out
from the doorway and caress his face.  "You come back tomorrow Mister Dan
and Billie shows you some other things feel just as good."  "It's a
Springhouse Carl, use to be used to keep things cool, primitive
refrigeration." Dan felt ill suddenly, he turned and started up the rise
toward the ATV's  he could hear Carl following and sensed the gapping
hole under the mound.

They rode around the farm for about an hour checking out the new fencing
and Dan liked to ride the logging roads to make sure the timber men were
sticking to the markings.  They were soon back in the car headed back
into town.  Carl could sense Dan's pensive mood and wondered if he'd
somehow said something.

"You sure you're ok Dan?"  Carl asked.

Dan was pulled out of his reverie by Carl's question, he looked over and
could see the concern on Carl's face.  "Sure man, I'm fine.  Just got too
hot out there in the woods and the levee is likely to cost a fortune."

The rest of the ride was in silence.  Carl lost in his own thoughts of
retirement and Dan seeing that gaping black doorway in the woods.