Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 12:30:02 -0800 (PST)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: The General-2

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-2

I awoke stiff and sore from the nights exercise and
the hard mattress, the alarm told me I needed to get
my ass in gear but my back told me to sleep some more.
 I decided to compromise and take another hot shower.

Under the hot water I thought about what had just
happened in my life.  The warm glow from the sex was
still very much floating through my consciousness.  I
hadn't had sex before last night since my divorce
became final.  Go figure, but we had celebrated our
freedom from each other by getting drunk and fucking
like rabbits.  Unlike this morning that morning after
had been filled with recriminations and insults.  I
didn't know where this was going, I still wasn't
comfortable being queer and I could tell Dr. Balmy was
gonna make a fortune off me when I got back home, but
even with all that I hadn't felt so alive in years.

I went to the mess hall and filled up on powdered eggs
and bacon with a side of coffee and juice.  Nothing
like a little nooky to build an appetite.  I was just
finishing up my coffee when Jock walked in; the whole
room stood and saluted.  I had risen to my feet also
and sat back down when everyone else did.  I watched
intently but covertly as Jock went through the line
and ordered his oatmeal and toast and grabbed a
coffee, all the while talking to the men smiling that
neon smile and missing nothing.  He looked the room
over and then wandered over to my table.

"Morning Dan, mind if I join you?"  He said and his
eyes twinkled.

I stood up and said, "By all means, General."  I let
"General" drawl out as only a south Georgia cracker
can.  I smiled as his checks colored ever so slightly.

We sat and he started in on his breakfast, he asked
about my day, I filled him in on the meetings, the
conversions, the general build.  All through my spiel
I felt his leg next to mine and ever so slightly
rubbing.  Finally not being able to stand it anymore,
I dropped my head down and said just loud enough for
him to hear, "Fuck, Jock, quit.  In a minute I'm gonna
have to stand up, and all your boys are gonna get to
see the tent you're making in my pants."

He laughed loud enough for the nearby tables to hear
and I blushed like a 16 year old school girl, and then
laughed also.  "Well I'm glad you're enjoying your
stay Dan."  He said,
I excused my self and managed to camouflage the tent
with the tray and my briefcase.

I went to the computer room and sat down at my
terminal and started the build.  I reviewed the
current database and wrote a couple executables that
would help clean up some of the data for conversion.
Branock came by and picked me up for the installation
team conference call with Corporate.  The call was the
usual rat race with the tech support guys not really
knowing what was going on, no one had prepped them.  I
had gotten pretty pissed but had managed to stay just
within the bounds of professionalism.  Due to the
security stuff I had to download the upgrade through a
ultra secure web connection, run a program that would
remove the encoding,  then burn it off on a CD then
upload it manually.  I had planned on just bringing
the CD with me, but Corporate had got it wrong and I
would have to do it here.

After the call I went back to my quarters with Branock
to set up my laptop to do the download off the web.
Between us we managed to get out of the local network
and onto the web.  The download started, Branock went
back to the computer room and I kicked back with
Thoreau while the download completed.  I was lost in a
daydream concerning a certain General and myself,
Walden open across my chest when the door was rattled
in its frame by a knock.  I glanced at the laptop,
satisfied that no classified info was showing and
yelled, "Come!"

Jock walked into the room, I immediately started to
straighten up to stand when he put his hand on my
shoulder and said, "At ease, Dan.  I came by when I
heard about the minor fireworks and the snafu with the
software.  Anything I can do?"

I chuckled, "Your boys thought that was fireworks?
They ought to see me when I don't have company.  I
gotta admit I was pretty pissed at those fucking
idiots at Corporate, but hey, it wasn't really their
fault.  I told their boss before I left what I would
need and he didn't bother to pass it along.  Just the
way things work in my happy little world."

 He drew a chair up next to mine and picked up Walden.
 "You reading this?" he asked.

"Yeah like only for the millionth time."  He looked
skeptically at me and I laughed.  "Haven't you ever
heard how cultured us southern boys can be?  We
discuss Thoreau and sometimes Hawthorne at halftime
during Georgia Games."

He looked at me and the smile disappeared and he
became serious again, "Dan, are you ok with what
happened?  I never want to hurt you or cause you any
grief."  He said and squeezed my shoulder.

"Uh oh, now you've done it." I said and sighed.  The
look of concern on his face got even more so.  "Just
when I was getting rid of that woodie you gave me this
morning, you have to go and touch me."  I said and
smiled at him.  His face changed and it was like the
sun came out from behind a cloud and all those damn
white teeth.  "Jock, I'm alright.  I've been thinking
all morning about last night, trying to understand
what happened.  I'm not really comfortable being
queer, don't really know how to act any other way than
how I am, but I sure as hell don't want to run you
off.  Besides I just might want you to hurt me in a
good way one of these days, you know?"

He laughed and then touched my face and said, "You
know, your ex-wife was right, you are a sonovabitch."

"Yeah take the ladies side."  I said.

He patted my shoulder then stood up and said, "I gotta
get going, I'm buried in reports to the CIA about your
install.  Still gonna be up and running next week?"

"Hell, yeah.  I just got to run the conversions on
your old data and link the new software over to it and
then verify the integrity with some testing.  Piece of
cake, big guy."  I said and smiled.  I watched as his
tight ass encased in fatigues went out my front door
and wondered for like the twelfth time if I should
just go jack off to help ease the tension.  That made
me laugh out loud and I decided that I could wait.

The rest of the day went slowly but no other major
hang-ups happened.  Branock came by at about three in
the afternoon and wondered if I wanted lunch as the
mess hall would be closing until supper in a few.  I
looked up from the data reports that I was running on
the old database for future validation, stretched and
said, "Well partner I'm not much for lunch, but I
could sure use a cup of coffee while you eat, if you
don't mind company."

We went to the mess hall while yet another batch of
reports were running and I grabbed a cup of coffee
while Branock went through the line.  When he had
settled himself I asked, "So Lieutenant, tell me why a
General is running this Rinky Dink base instead of a
full bird or maybe even a half bird?"

Branock looked uncomfortable, so I knew he knew the
reason.  He cleared his throat and said, "Officially I
don't know, but scuttle butt is the General's been
sidelined till he retires.  There's all kinds of
rumors about what he did but it must have been pretty
bad.  The Army doesn't promote a guy at 40 to General
and then send him to this hell hole for no reason.
The general opinion is he fucked up somehow, but no
one is talking if they know what it was.  I personally
have nothing but respect for the man.  Most guys would
have let that kind of promotion drive them out of the
service, but the General takes his duty seriously.
He's a great man."  He blushed.

"And you're a credit to his command, soldier."  I said
and grinned.

"So, Dan, I'd ask you the same thing, why's someone
with your knowledge and experience doing a Rinky Dink
install like this for?"  Branock looked at me and
smiled.

I laughed and said, "Well Lieutenant, when the boss
tells you to go to Hell's lil half acre and play with
you soldier boys' toys, you pack your bags and paste a
smile on your ass and go.  That's the way the
corporate world works.  Of course it doesn't help when
the boss thinks you're an egotistical smart ass that
is known to be hard on his teammates, and clearly
contemptuous of his management abilities."

Branock laughed, `Well I guess that explains it."

I wandered back to the computer and started the first
conversion.  The database was huge, like 12 million
files, so each conversion was gonna take a while.  I
decided that I could kick them off in the evening, and
monitor them from my laptop during the night.  If they
bombed my laptop would alarm and I could fix them.
That suited the sergeant just fine as he would be able
to get some sleep while it was running.  While the
conversion was running I wrote another executable that
would search out and change certain control characters
so the next step of conversion would progress.  It was
late when I looked at my watch.

Branock was still at his desk plowing through reports
when I said, "Hey, Lieutenant, I'm about done here for
awhile, this conversion is gonna take most of the
night and I can monitor it from my laptop.  I think
I'm gonna grab some supper, I won't be coming back
over here tonight unless the conversion bombs."

"OK, Dan.  I need to head over to the office and check
on email and catch up on paperwork.  If you need to
come back in tonight, my quarter's extension is 325.
I'll need to come in with you."  He said and stood up.
 We parted at the door of the bunker, I headed toward
the mess and he headed to wherever his office is.

After I ate I went back to my quarters and checked the
conversion and set the laptop's audible alarm as high
as it would go so I could hear it if conversion was
halted.  I decided to take a shower, as the dust had
accumulated again.  As the water cascaded over my body
I thought about all the shit that I had worked
through.  I knew that part of my problems had always
centered on my emotional distance from others.  My
wife always accused me of being uncaring, and while
that might have been true to a certain extent it was
mostly my fear of feeling venerable and ultimately
hurt that held me back.  While my wife was a wonderful
person in many ways, she had needed to feel
emotionally attached to her man and I couldn't do
that.  Our kids suffered at my hands also, they had
needed their father to be plugged into their
developing lives and while I had been dutiful, I
wasn't emotionally attached to them either.  Because
of that I had loads of guilt to deal with and the
cycle was setup and running at full speed until the
shrink helped me halt it.  I was more attached to my
kids now, but they were leery of being disappointed
yet again.  I had a lot to answer for.  Now into my
life walks Jock, I wondered what I felt for him, was
this just another means of finding the warmth of
personal contact without the emotional attachment?
Was I hoping that a homosexual relationship would
require less emotional investment than a heterosexual
one?  Then of course there was the chronic question,
was I really gay at all?

Jock sat on his porch and thought about Dan, he rocked
in the squeaky chair and listened to the wind whistle
through the chain link fence of the perimeter.  Eric
would have liked, Dan.  They were much alike in many
ways.  Neither was quick to give the game away too
soon, Eric had been an introvert and quiet while Dan
was at first blush an extrovert of the first order,
but Jock could sense the hidden depths of despair that
Dan had alluded to and a hurt little boy lurking
behind the soft drawl, salty language and bluff
exterior.

Jock and Eric had met at the academy, both anxious to
make the military their career.  Jock had come from
the wrong side of the tracks in New Mexico and Eric
was living up to a proud family tradition of military
men.  His forebears had served in the US military with
distinction since the Revolution.  How the "wet back",
as some of the cadets had called Jock, and the
Maryland blue blood became friends was a mystery to
most.

Jock smiled as he remembered the first Thanksgiving at
the academy when he was too poor to go home and Eric
had invited him to drive down to Maryland to stay with
his family.  The big house on the eastern shore, the
gathered family, so different from his, he had been
lost. Then Eric's father, a retired colonel, had
sensed it and went out of his way to make him feel at
home.  The visit had enlightened Jock in other ways
also.  While they were there, Eric seduced him.  It
wasn't one sided, Jock had known he liked guys but
had, of course, kept it secret.  Jock had fallen in
love by Christmas, but Eric said that kind of stuff
was queer.  Jock had initially been hurt but learned
to take what Eric offered and be satisfied.  They
slept together and hung out together all through their
academy years.  When they graduated Jock was worried
that they wouldn't see each other again but the
Colonel, had intervened with some old friends and they
were assigned together.

All during the years that they slept together, Eric
never once said he loved Jock, but when the Colonel
had intervened Jock suspected something was up.  He
had, as usual, went home with Eric before reporting to
their first duty and he had gotten the Colonel alone
and started to thank him, but the Colonel cut him off
and put his hand on his shoulder and said, "You mean
the world to my son, I think I know what is going on
and I want you to know that I've come to love you like
another son.  You two will not have it easy in the
service, and I worry like hell cause I know what can
happen.  Just be careful, and don't be too hard on
Eric because he can't face all his ghosts.  He has
always taken his heritage a little too seriously.  I
know him better maybe than you do, I know he cares a
great deal for you."  I had been floored and then
comforted.

The years had not changed their relationship
dramatically; they served together the first rotation
but then were split up for the next one.  Jock had
suspected Eric had requested the split and worried
like hell, but on leave he had come to Jock and
confessed he had requested the change because he
didn't know how to deal with their relationship
anymore.  He confessed he loved Jock and wanted them
to be together forever.  Jock had been happier than he
had known was possible.  They had requested
reassignment to a large base and both got them, they
had shared an apartment, life was good.  Promotions
had followed, and they were both up for Major when the
first Gulf War started.  Both were assigned to the
field but in different divisions.  It was a tough
time, but they both survived to come home to their
happy domesticity.  Then it fell apart and Eric was
gone forever.  Jock sighed and wondered when he would
be able to think of Eric without crying.

Jock had seen the light go on in Dan's quarter's,
wanting like hell to go over and recreate last night
again, but he watched the light for awhile, still
thinking of Eric.  A Coyote howled and he stood up
retrieved the bourbon and went toward Dan's quarters.

I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around my
waist.  When I went into my bedroom I heard a noise in
the sitting room.  I stuck my head around the corner
and saw Jock sitting on the sofa the bourbon on the
coffee table sipping a drink.   "Hey Jock, sorry I was
in the shower."  I adjusted my towel and sat across
from Jock on a chair.  I checked the laptop and then
took the glass Jock handed me.  "This conversion will
take most of the night, so I decided to monitor it
from here.  Gonna have to make this my only one
tonight."  I said as I raised my glass to him and
sipped.

"That's fine, Dan.  I just...wanted...I thought..."He
stammered then just looked at Dan and frowned.

"It's ok Jock.   I'll make a deal with you, why don't
we not try so hard and we'll agree to not put too many
expectations on each other, deal?  Hell I like just
talking to you, if it wasn't that last night was so
fucking good I'd be happy just knowing you."  I said
and put out my hand.

Jock took my hand but just held it instead of shaking
it.  "Yeah, I like you too, Dan, but I don't think I'm
gonna be happy just being your friend.  Besides, I'm
like hard as a rock looking at your nearly naked
self."  He said and smiled that wicked sexy smile with
all those teeth again.  He pulled on my hand and I
stood up and pulled back.  He stood and we went to the
bedroom.

At the door I lost my towel and his hands were running
up and down my chest.  "Fuck, Jock, you drive me nuts
with your hands.  I never knew my tits were so
sensitive...ohhh!"  I moaned.

He looked up at me and smiled, then his lips were on
mine, and I was tugging at his shirt.  We stumbled
backwards and I fell on the bed.  He laughed and
started taking off his clothes while I stroked myself
watching.  Once again his firmly molded body was
exposed to view; his tight abdomen and mounds of his
pecs, his stiff dick with the collar of skin hugging
the rim of his head.  The mound of black pubic hair
covered part of his low hanging balls and his muscled
thighs dusted in black hair.  He knelt on the bed and
then knee walked up and lay on top of me.  My arms
wrapped around him and our lips met again.  I could
feel as his dick poked around between us, while mine
stayed snuggly tight against my stomach.  He was into
a serious lip lock and his probing cock was rubbing
around my crotch, I spread my legs and he settled
between them and moaned into my neck.  I caressed his
head feeling the high and tight cut of his black hair
while the other hand traced the tight muscled back
down to his firm ass checks.  I could feel his fingers
working between us and then one touched my asshole, I
jerked with anticipation.   He froze, then whispered,
"Sorry, I don't mean to rush things.  You're just so
hot I want to touch every part of you."

I took his hand and placed it back on my butt and
said, "Go for it soldier..." then I moaned as his finger
probed again.  I had never really thought about being
a "bottom" or what that entailed until now, while one
part of my brain was awash in testosterone and
whatever other cocktail of hormones fuel my sex drive,
there was a quiet part that was horrified at the
thought of such a powerful guy as Jock pounding my
tender hole.

Jock moved down my neck once again with his lips
caressing everything in their path.  Once again my
nipples were sucked into his warm mouth and I groaned
, but he had farther south in mind as he moved down my
body.  First my navel and then he settled onto my
aching dick.  As he sucked me into his mouth his
fingers were once again at my hole probing and
massaging, then suddenly one popped into my chute and
I moaned loudly as he took me deeper into his throat
and groaned.  He was fucking me with a finger and
sucking me.  I was teetering on the edge of orgasm.  I
had one hand on his head and the other rubbing my
nipples.  He pulled off my rod and was taking my nuts
into his mouth and then I felt his tongue at my hole
and moaned.  The feeling overwhelmed me and when he
grasped my aching rod I started to cum, his tongue was
in my hole and I could feel my ass clench and unclench
on it.

When my breathing started to return to normal, Jock
came up and rested beside me and kept stroking my
chest and stomach, touching the pools of cum that were
spattered through my chest hair.  He just stared at
me, until I looked back at him and smiled, "That was
great General."  I drawled, "what would like me to do
to you?"

"It's your bed, Dan."  He said and smiled.

Latter Jock was nestled against me with his back
against my chest and my dick between his butt checks.
He was asleep, I could tell cause he was twitching and
sighing, then I felt him jerk awake and whisper,
"Eric!"

Jock was running up the stairs of their apartment
complex, he had rushed as soon as he had read the
email.  Eric and he had been exchanging emails for
months at lunch, usually nothing really erotic, just
casual "how's it going" but this time the email had
been cryptic.  "I've been outted", is what it said, "I
can't bear to live with it, tell Dad I'm sorry." Jock
opened the apartment door, the chain was in placed he
yelled for Eric, but there wasn't an answer, he kicked
in the door and rushed into the living room and then
through into the bedroom, and then he smelled the
cordite it was coming from the bathroom.  He opened
the door a crack and saw the blood splatters and flesh
on the wall above the toilet, he was gasping for
breath, trying to breath, trying to call for Eric and
then he jerked awake.

"It's alright, Jock, you were dreaming."  I whispered
against his neck and tightened my grip around his
chest, I could feel his muscles relax in my embrace
and he sighed.  He turned in my arms and I could see
him staring up at the ceiling, see the panic in his
face.  "Jock, who's Eric?"  I asked quietly.


To be continued...