Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2004 12:06:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: The General-9

The General-9
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 reading this tale of mine, I enjoyed
writing it, many thanks to Rich who has helped me with
suggestions and brutal honesty.  I love to write these
tales so please look for my stories again.
Dante-

The General-9

Jock stood in the empty quarters he had lived in for 4
years, it looked really as it always did, he tended to
travel very light.  All his clothes and what personal
belongings he had had here were packed into a duffle
bag, two suitcases and a couple of boxes.  He thought
that in a way that was pretty pathetic.  His
commission was due to expire in a couple of days and
he was soon to be a civilian again.  He would make the
trip to Ft. Sam Houston to be mustered out and pick up
his stored stuff.

 After Eric's death and his assignment to the desert,
he had given up his apartment and stored their stuff.
He would drive home in the pickup truck he had stored
there also.  He'd been offered help, but Jock had
wanted to go through the stuff alone.  A lot of it he
would be getting rid of, he wouldn't need it, but some
of it he wanted to keep and he somehow didn't want
anyone else to see all that remained of his life with
Eric.

The trip to Ft Sam was uneventful; he checked in with
command and was ushered into the commanding General's
office.  He knew the general so they got right to it.
The Army was relieved that Jock was retiring, he had
been something of an embarrassment, but they were glad
that his expertise would be available as a consultant
in intelligence.  He signed his papers, setup the
address for his checks to be sent to and went to the
storage facility to go through his stuff.

"I can probably sell all the stuff you don't want,
General.  There's always someone looking for second
hand furniture around here."  The Sergeant said.

"Thanks Sergeant, I think all the furniture can go and
some of the small appliances."  Jock said and sighed,
remembering all the events of his former life that had
occurred on the sofa and chairs.  Memories flooded
back, but they were happy memories.  He'd exercised
the bad memories and demons associated with Eric, that
last trip to the cemetery.

"No problem, sir, Just leave the stuff in the bin that
you want sold and before you leave come around to the
office and I'll get an address to send the check to.

Jock quickly went through the boxes and sorted out
picture albums and mementos from his tours overseas,
things that he wanted to keep.  The rest he organized
neatly within the storage bin, threw the trash away
and loaded his truck up and went around to the office.


The Sergeant snapped to attention when he entered and
saluted, "All done, General?"

"Yeah, Thanks Sergeant, there's a living room suit, a
small dining table and four chairs and a bedroom suit.
 There is also an odd assortment of kitchen ware.
It's all in pretty good shape, been in storage for six
years."  Jock said.

"Well General I'll just go take a peak and might go
ahead and settle up with you since you aren't going to
be close by.  It's usually easier that way."  The
Sergeant said and smiled.

Jock kicked back in the office and thought back over
the last couple of years.

---

That afternoon in D.C. they had looked at each other
for a moment in time, just holding hands.  Jock's
tears streaming down his face.  He could see the
apprehension in Dan's face but he could also see
desire and longing.  It hit him then just how badly he
had hurt Dan.  Better to have called and had a
screaming match than to have just shut him out.  In
that instant Jock knew that, for Dan, it truly would
have to be a new start.  He wouldn't be able to just
pick up where they had left off.

Jock had gone with Dan to check in and went up to his
room with him.  Dan dropped his stuff used the
facilities and they were leaving to go to dinner when
Jock stopped Dan and leaned to kiss him.  Dan froze
again and put a hand up between them, "Don't Jock, not
til after we talk some more."  Jock's smile faded but
he nodded and they went out.  The Hotel was located
just about a block off Dupont Circle so they were
within easy walking distance of numerous café's and
Bars.  Jock ducked into a quiet bar and they chose a
booth in the back.  The waitress brought a beer for
Jock and double Bourbon for Dan.  They sipped their
drinks looking everywhere but at each other.  The
silence stretched out and was getting uncomfortable.

"Go ahead, Dan."  Jock said finally.

"What?"  he answered.

"Tell me what kinda son of a bitch I am.  Get it all
out, I'll sit here and take it.  Hell I deserve it."
Jock said and sighed.

"Why, so it'll make you feel better?"  Dan said and
laughed bitterly.  "Fuck, Jock, you let me sit for
months without telling me what a son of a bitch I was,
you let me do it to myself.  So tell me why I
shouldn't let you do the same?"

Jock stared with his mouth open at Dan, realization
hitting home to him.

"I beat myself with the guilt until I couldn't even
think about it anymore, "Dan said, "I had built a new
world around you and I and suddenly you were gone...no,
that's not right, you walked away.  At first I felt
like I'd somehow betrayed you but I finally realized
that there is more to love than sex and fun times, you
have to have some forgiveness too, some need to reach
out and understand your partner.  When I realized that
I decided that you couldn't have loved me as I did
you.  Believe me, when you called me today I almost
told you to fuck off, I'd survived and was beginning
to learn how to go on without you...but I still love
you.  I hate what you did to me."

Dan I'm..."  Jock started then was interupted.

"Sorry?  Yeah, I guess you are.  Tell me, though, how
am I supposed to learn to trust you again?  I fucked
up, Jock I know that.  It happened in like 60 seconds,
was totally unintentional and when I found out I fixed
it as best I could.  I was ready to get on my knees to
beg you to forgive me.  You had all the time in the
world to give me that chance.  You had access to
communications and you chose not to use them.  I can't
guarantee that we can ever be together again, Jock,
cause I got to be able to trust the person I love."
Dan said and downed his drink.

"Babe, I love you.  I let hurt pride and fear of
people finding out about me get between us.  What made
me call today was the memory of Eric and what I'd went
through after he died.  I never had the chance to tell
him how much I hated what he did, how fucking much I
wanted to slap the shit out of him and how much I
wanted to hold him.  When I saw the parallel to us, I
had to call you...tell you that I forgive you had
forgiven you really almost as soon as it happened.  I
don't know how to teach you to trust me again, but I'd
like the chance to try."  He said and touched Dan's
hand.  He felt the hand open and their fingers
intertwined.

---

Dan was finished for the day, he turned off the
laptop, turned the phone back to the answering service
and turned off the light.  He walked slowly down the
staircase from the third floor, the little walk
allowing him time to transition to his personal life.
The sun was just setting as he passed the Palladian
window on the landing between the first and second
floors and the old grandfather clock chimed a deep
toned 6 o'clock.

His business was doing better than even he had
anticipated.  He had managed two releases of the
annual upgrade since his acquisition of the software
and he had managed to make even the AG office happy
with his support.  There were negotiations going on
around NATO HQ that his software might be allowed to
be sold to some of our allies.  His upgrade had made
tracking terrorist communications must easier and more
accurate.  He was ahead of the curve on the financial
side.  He was looking forward to the new front man
starting. He was having trouble keeping up with
contacts in D.C. and the programmers all over the
country.  His buddies from Kentucky, the ones that
send him bourbon every year, were now on board as
contracted help and they were slowly streamlining the
UNIX code speeding up the processing.  Yes things with
the business were good.

The kids were growing faster than he thought was
normal or welcome.  They came to stay every other
weekend and for a month in the summer.  They had been
devastated by the abrupt breakdown in relations with
their mother but had, in time, got used to it.  He
still didn't talk to Suk directly but had gotten used
to communicating through her assistant.  His Mom was
now in the nursing home and he made a mental note to
visit tomorrow at lunch.

"Damn," he thought, "I need to get my butt in gear,"
as he remembered the time and became excited at the
evenings prospects.

He went into the kitchen, which he still hadn't
remodeled; he wasn't a cook, and put the steaks in a
marinade.  All he had to do was open the bottle and
dump it in a bowl and let them sit.  He tore open a
bag of pre-made salad and dumped it in a bowl also and
then oiled some baking potatoes and wrapped them in
aluminum foil and popped them in the oven and turned
it on.  He splashed a shot of bourbon in a glass with
ice and went out the back door to turn on the gas
grill.  He wandered in the back garden looking at the
flush of blooms from the old azaleas and rhododendron
and made himself comfortable on the back porch with
the newspaper.  He dozed...

I was sitting on the bank of the river out at the
farm, the sluggish green water making lazy whirls
around an old tree stump.  The sun was fiercely hot
and I shaded my eyes as I looked up into the trees
watching the bright light make tracery of the
overhanging canopy.  I was thinking about my son and
suddenly he was standing over me.  His silhouette
blocking the sun; he was saying softly, "Dad, Dad"
then in the way of dreams, the voice changed and was
another loved and familiar one saying, "Dan, Dan."

I opened my eyes and looked up into his, the fatigue
of the long drive evident in his slumped shoulders and
drawn expression.   He bent down and our lips met.
"Fuck, time still stands still when he does that!"

"Hard day, Babe?"  Jock asked.

"Fuck no, just another one.  Boy am I glad to see you.
 Welcome home soldier."  I said as I wrapped my arms
around his neck and sucked his lips into my mouth.

"Home for good this time." Jock murmured into my neck
as he started nuzzling me.

I pulled him down on the old glider beside me and made
him put his feet up while I got him a beer.  When I
returned having checked the potatoes and set the
table, he was sound asleep with his head back and his
mouth ajar and snoring softly.  My heart contracted
and tears came to my eyes as the love I had swelled.
I just stood and watched him for a minute and then put
his beer in the fridge and went and put the steaks on.
 When everything was ready I sat down beside him and
put my head against his shoulder and just sat for a
minute listening to his heart beat and his slow
breathing.  Then I gently kissed him and his warm
brown eyes fluttered open.

"Fuck, babe, I didn't mean to pass out on you."  He
said quietly and yawned.

"It's ok, dude, you've been driving for the last two
days.  Supper's ready, such as it is."  I said and
chuckled.

"Dan, as long as it's food, I'm happy."  He said and
hugged me.

I went into our bedroom from the bath, and heard his
gently breathing heavy with sleep.  Some lovers would
have been pissed, first night home and he goes to
sleep, but I knew Jock.  He was exhausted.  I smiled
to myself and snuggled up behind him and wrapped my
arms around him.  In his sleep, Jock pushed back with
his butt and we spooned against each other.  I sighed
into the darkness.

The morning sun was making gray shadows around the
room when I felt Jock's weight shift.  He was still
spooned tightly into my crotch with his butt and my
morning wood was aching in the crack of his ass.  He
shifted again wiggling his crack tighter against me.
I moaned quietly.

"Are you finally awake?"  I hear him whisper, "I
thought I was gonna have to jump up and down on the
bed."

I laughed and put my arms around him and thrust my
aching hardon into his crack.  I heard him moan and
felt him pulling down his boxers.  I felt his hands
reach into my fly and pull out my cock and then guide
it into his tightness and he sighed.  "Do it, Dan.
I've waited weeks for this and I had to go to sleep on
you."

I laughed and pushed into his velvety sleeve and
moaned my love into his ear.  It didn't take long and
I was pouring my cream into his hot ass.  He was rock
hard by the time I finished and I settled on my back
and let his weight pushed me into the mattress and I
raised my knees and let him slip into my ass.  He was
licking my ear and I moaned as he thrust deeper into
my chute and hit my nut. "I'm gonna cum, babe.  I love
you."  He moaned into my wet ear as his dick jerked
and I felt the tension release along his back.

We lay entwined in each others arms, watching the sun
light get brighter through the shutters; lost in the
feelings of warmth and attachment that only a strong
emotional and physical bond can bring, tempered by
shared hurt and regret and deep love.
*******
This is the end of this series, I hope you enjoyed it.
Dante-