Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2004 12:18:23 -0800 (PST)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: The General-5

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!

Thanks for the email, I really like the feedback,
flames and all!  We all have a story to tell I think;
hope you continue to enjoy mine.

Dante-

The General-5

The next few days sailed right on by, the install was
virtually complete, I needed to finish up testing and
then start training on Monday, but for this Sunday, I
was in slow motion.  I'd got up late, took a long
shower and had had breakfast with Jock.  We were
screwing every night and I was not looking forward to
leaving.  Jock had told me he had reports to complete
this morning and then wanted me to drop by for
sandwiches and beer on his porch, he thought he could
get the game on his radio, Cincinnati was taking on
the Astros in Houston.  We hadn't talked anymore about
my leaving and what would happen when we weren't in
this twilight zone of a military base anymore.  I
didn't know what I wanted.  I knew I wanted to
continue with Jock, but the thoughts of living
together, being together long term and all the changes
that would entail were daunting to me.  I understood
Jock not wanting to hide anymore, but was I ready to
take the plunge and put my money where my big mouth
was.  I wasn't ashamed of Jock, but I hadn't flaunted
my wife and our sexuality either.  The only exposure I
had had of gay men living together wasn't pretty.  I'm
not nor, I hope, ever will be a simpering fairy
addicted to clothes and pretty boys.  The thought of
waking up with Jock every morning and snuggling with
him every night though was very appealing.  I needed
time, I just hoped Jock could understand that.

I had heard back from my kids they were up for a trip
to Grandma's and I hoped the 3 hour drive would give
us some time to talk.  Not to mention my mother was
probably going to have to have someone with her all
the time soon, she was having a lot of trouble with
memory, the doctor's had told me they suspected
Alzhiemer's but I was hoping it was something else.
My dad had passed away while I was in college so I was
all she had.  My and her living arrangements were
going to have to change soon.

I live in a small apartment near my job in Atlanta.
Suk, pronounced [S ue-k], my nickname for my ex-wife
Susan, lives in our house in the suburbs with the
kids.  In spite of all the sharp words and anger we
actually get along fairly well.  I still pay half the
mortgage and eight hundred a month in child support
and she takes care of the rest, we split things like
clothes and goodies for them.  Suk's an attorney and I
would have thought she would take me to the cleaners
but she was the one that wanted out.  Sometimes I
think she still loves me at other times I think she
could easily kill me.  Still we both want our kids to
be as happy and well adjusted as possible so we keep
it civil most of the time.  As far as I know she isn't
dating anyone either, I think the kids still want us
together.  Fuck, divorce sucks almost as much as being
married to someone you don't love.

I wandered out of the base laundry where I had just
done a load of shorts and socks and went back to my
room and put it all away.  Then I wandered around to
Jock's and found him fiddling with a boom box radio.
I could hear stations cut in and out as he scanned the
dial for a clear station.  He had a bucket of ice that
had about 6 bottles of Corona peeking out and a plate
piled with sandwiches and a bowl of chips.  As I
settled into my rocker the station came in and the
announcer was calling the starting lineup.  Jock
handed me a Corona and I said, "Damn, Jock, I knew I
liked you for some reason."

He gave me the finger and then passed me the plate of
sandwiches.  "Yeah I'll take you up on that later."  I
laughed at him.  We sat and talked and drank the beer
since the game wasn't much, Houston was walking away
with it by the bottom of the fifth so Jock turned the
radio to a salsa station and we just rocked in the hot
afternoon.

"Got an email from my kids, guess I'm going down to
Thomasville with them next weekend to see my Mom.
She's not so well, in fact I might have to move her up
with me or move down with her for awhile."  I sighed

"What's wrong with her?"  Jock asked the squeaking of
his rocker making a lazy syncopation to the salsa.

"The Doc thinks its Alzhiemer's, its getting tough to
leave her there alone.  Aunt Mallie, her sister that
lives down the street, called me right before I came
out here and told me Mom got lost coming home from the
Grocery.  We have a lady that comes in every day and
cooks for her and helps clean up the place but that's
not enough anymore."  I said

"Yeah it's tough to see your folks get old, both mine
died suddenly from heart attacks, but not before they
became almost bedridden.  I was lucky, I have five
brothers and two sisters all living near there.  All I
had to do was feel guilty about not being there.  Your
Mom live in town?"  he asked.

"Yeah in the house I grew up in.  My old man was one
of the town Docs, he passed away while I was in
college.  Went in to the office to see a sick kid and
never came home.  Mom found him in his office chair,
like he went to sleep.  It was my Great Grandparents
house, my Dad grew up on what we called the "farm" but
is actually known around those parts as Mon Frer
Plantation.  It's about a thousand acres of swamp and
low land that once raised rice and some cotton, but
now is mostly timber and a hunting retreat.  A group
of trustees run it for Mom, I didn't think she was up
to that kind of business and I certainly didn't want
to stay there.  Lately though I've thought about just
chucking the IT biz and going home and taking up the
family business.  I guess the only thing keeping me
from it is it would mean my kids would be 3 hours
away.  I can't figure a good way to stay in touch with
them from that far away.  How about you, Jock, what
are you going to do when you get out?"

"Oh I don't know, a former General with full security
clearance is always a handy thing to have around if
you do government contracting.  I've been approached
by a couple companies about consulting work when I get
out.  The Pentagon would like that, that way they get
my services but aren't embarrassed by my lifestyle.
Also a couple arms manufacturers have inquired about
me as well, a retired General makes a great lobbyist.
I just don't know if I'm up to living in D.C. though."
 He paused and continued to rock then he stopped and
looked at me, "We've beat around this bush long
enough, Dan, what about us?"

There it was, he wanted to know where we go from
here..."Jock, I want to continue to see you.  I realize
you got to stay in this hell hole for a couple years
and I can use that time to get my kids and my Mom
straightened out.  Hell, I wish I could just marry you
and be done with it, but we both know that can't
happen right now, we both have more to consider than
just us.  You have your obligation to Uncle Sam and
I've got my family obligations.  Can't we fit us in
together in some way while those things are being
taken care of?"  I said and smiled.

"You know, Dan, after Eric, I vowed to myself that I
would never make concessions ever again about a
relationship.  I wanted a text book romance and
partner.  I realize that that is unrealistic.  I want
to go on seeing you, however and whenever we can.  You
need time to get comfortable with the concept of us.
You know which ever way you look at it, from your
perspective we're queer as a three dollar bill, I've
had a lifetime to get use to that idea, you're just
getting started."  He took my hand, "I trust you, Dan,
and I don't believe you will ever betray that."  He
let my hand go and went back to rocking.

I looked at his strong profile in the sunlight, his
features were very fine and his eyes were so soft and
warm you could just fall right into them.  I'm
beginning to think I got it bad for this guy, the
reality of parting from him is hitting me full force.
"When can you get out of here for a few days, Jock?"
I asked.

"What've you got in mind?"  he said.

"I was just thinking that I have about three weeks of
vacation time that I need to burn and I could get a
house on the gulf pretty easily, a buddy owes me a
favor.  We could do some fishing, lay in the sun and
get to know one another in a more normal atmosphere.
I want a chance to know you out of that uniform and
sit in the sun and watch your ass get sun burned, I
want time with you alone, just us."  I said and
sighed.

"I'll have to see about my schedule and clear it with
command."  He said.

We sat and rocked and resumed talking about general
things.  I can't relay to you how easy we are
together, we are almost exact contemporaries and while
our lives have been very different, there is enough
similarities to make the conversation easy and
comfortable.

The week went by all too fast, working all day making
the Friday deadline and fucking around with Jock every
night.  Our last night was really tough, of course my
emotions were for shit also, I knew one of the first
people that I was gonna have to call back home was the
shrink to setup a little extra time.  I had worked
late with Branock getting the last bugs worked out.
They were satisfied and I felt they would do fine.  I
shook Branock's hand and agreed to meet him the next
morning at 0900 for the trip back to civilization.  I
went back to my quarters and got the bags packed back
up except for my shaving kit and traveling clothes.  I
sat on the bed staring at the bags, wanting to go to
Jock and not wanting to say good bye...Fuck.

I went out into the dark, it was late and the stars
were once again overwhelming.  I softly went up onto
the porch and could hear a radio with some soft rock
playing from within.  Jock's voice floated out and
told me to come on in when I knocked quietly.  I found
him sitting on the couch his hands behind his head
leaned back and his feet up on the coffee table.  He
watched me as I walked in and then held out his hand
and I took it.  I sat down beside him and my lips
touched his neck just below his jaw, I felt more than
heard the sigh escape his lips as my mouth wandered up
to his and we kissed softly at first then more
passionately.  I opened my eyes and looked into the
warm brown orbs staring back at me.  Deep within them
I could see his emotions churning, God this was gonna
be hard.

"Jock, I don't want to leave you...I don't ever want to
leave you."  I whispered into those soft brown eyes.

"Fuck, Dan...I don't want it to happen either.  A month
is going to seem like forever."  He said and started
kissing me again slipping around to my ear.

I groaned then said, "Oh Christ, you realize they
could probably do surgery on me as long as you lick my
ear." I heard him laugh softly then move to my neck.

We moved to the bedroom, it was where we both wanted
to be, there wasn't any use in prolonging the
inevitable.  "I want you in me, Jock."  I whispered
into his neck.  He smiled at me and went to work on my
rear end.  First with his mouth and then with his
fingers, I was soon moaning and shivering as he
stretched me, then his weight pushed me into the
mattress and his lips were on mine and I felt him at
my entrance and the nudge.

 I sighed as he pushed into me and he whispered into
my ear as he nibbled, "I love you, Dan.  Every part of
you...ah."

His rhythm was bringing me close to my own climax his
words, the first spoken feelings of love between us,
adding to my feelings of passion.  I gripped his tight
butt and pulled him deeper helping him reach that
magic spot inside that only his climax could reach.
When it hit he groaned and said, "God, I love you."
At that moment my orgasm rocketed through me, between
the friction of his pumping into me and my over
excited brain, I managed to climax without touching
myself.

Our breathing was returning to normal, I had Jock
hugged up tight face to face, my chin resting on his
buzzed black hair.  He said softly, "Dan, I meant what
I said earlier."

"I know, babe."  I said and brushed my hand up and
down his back, "I love you too."
His sigh sounded in the room and I felt his grip
around my waist tighten.  I stared into the darkened
room and wondered how I was going to manage telling my
kids about this man.

To be continued...