Emergency 69 Part 6
By Bald Hairy Man
Email, bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for persons who are offended by alternate life styles.
The camping trip was fun and enjoyable. I wasn't the Boy Scout type as a kid, so I had no experience, but the other guys were good at it and the trip was worthwhile. I like new experiences, but am uneasy about them. I learned a lot and felt comfortable in the woods by the time we got back to the Academy Sunday afternoon.
The sex was good too. I had associated sex with older men. With Bernie, Ronald and Tony I had found guys my own age who liked it as much as I did. Mark felt the same way. It sure opened up new possibilities I hadn't considered.
The next week was plain old grunt work for us. There were two big tests at the end of the week. Mark had developed his cheat-sheet study guides, so we were feeling good and well prepared. The Commandant called all the Squad Leaders into his office for a conversation on Wednesday after classes.
Joe and his second in command, Walter, were there, as were Lou and Sarah from C Squad.
"We are at the third point of the training here and I wanted to discuss your progress." the Commandant said. "There are two parts of the training done here. One is simple transmission of technical information and training in techniques. The other is in developing the Squad as a team. You've all done reasonably well in the first area. We've only lost six recruits so far. The dropout rate can be as high as 20%, so I am happy about this. That's about as good as it gets."
"The teamwork aspects are uneven. C is doing well. There are some rough edges, but I think these are to be expected. B Squad has turned out to be exceptional. They are functioning at a high level. I note also, they have not had a single member drop out." the Commandant said. "A Squad is a different story."
"I don't see that Squad coalescing into a unit. It appears to be individuals acting alone and sometimes at cross purposes." he said. "I also note five of the six dropouts come from that unit. Captain Allandro, can you explain this?" I couldn't believe the Commandant would put a guy on the spot like that.
"The crew is just not with the program." Joe said. "They don't respond to discipline, or seem to be that interested."
"Squad Leader Miller, do you feel the members of A Squad are inferior to those in your squad." the Commandant asked.
"No sir!" Mark answered decisively.
"Do you feel your assistant is capable of commanding B Squad while you work with A Squad?"
"Yes sir!"
"Mr. Miller, you are now the Captain of the Cadets and the leader of A Squad. Sarah Rollins will be your second in command." the Commandant said, "Will . . .?"
"Will Adams, sir." I said.
"Squad Leader Adams, Mr. Allandro is now your second in command." Mr. Allandro, you will live in the dorms with the rest of the men. We will have another meeting in a month to review the situation."
"I protest!" Joe cried.
"Mr. Allandro, this meeting is over. If you are unhappy with the decisions I have made, deal with it. If you wish to stay in the Academy, you will do as I command. You are being trained to deal with life and death situations on a daily basis. You have been treating it as a contest, this is a team sport, Mr. Allandro. We aren't looking for stars, we all need to win. The meeting is over."
The Commandant had seemed like a father figure to me. I now knew he was a father with teeth. That afternoon, Mark moved out and Joe moved into my room. I felt like I was a Jew who had suddenly been assigned Hitler as a roommate. I wasn't happy.
As I was leaving dinner that night the Commandant took me aside. "Squad Leader Adams, remember, you are in command." he said and then he walked off. We had a work session that night for anatomy. I went back to my room to get my study materials. Joe was on his bed staring into space.
"We have a work session, come along." I said.
"I don't need it." he said.
"We have a work session, come along." I said again, slowly. He got up and came with me.
When we walked into the classroom, one of my crew said, "Oh, how the mighty have been brought low!"
"Okay, guys." I said. "I know we have some history here, but let's all start from zero and not relive old history. Are we all agreed?" There was a general murmur of agreement and we settled into study. Joe wasn't exactly helpful, but he didn't hurt either. He wasn't as well prepared for the test as he though he was either. After two and a half hours, he had relaxed some.
Back at the room, I showered and went to bed. Joe showered later, when everyone else was asleep. I remembered his small cock and thought that had something to do with his schedule.
The next night I was at my desk writing out a presentation I was to give on safety at home when the door burst open.
"What in hell did you do, you fucking asshole? Fucked up again!" an older man screamed. I had never seen him. I did a double take; it was Joe, thirty years older. The screaming man must have been Joe's father. The man ranted for five or six minutes without Joe getting a word in. It was hard for me to believe he would do this in front of a perfect stranger. The man didn't even acknowledge I was in the room. Joe looked like a badly beaten puppy.
"Let me explain." Joe said, finally speaking.
"Explanations are for fags!" The man screamed, as he hit Joe across the face then stormed out of the room. The room was totally silent. I had no idea what to say. It sure explained where Joe got his management style. Joe's face was bleeding. I got a washcloth and put cold water on it to stop the bleeding.
"Leave me alone." he said. He was shivering.
"Joe, you're not going to bleed all over my fucking room. Sit still and let me clean you up." I said. His nose had bled all over his tee shirt, so I took it off and soaked it in the room's sink. He was shivering more, so I got his bathrobe. When I put it on him, I sort of hugged him. The sort of a hug turned into a real hug and Joe sobbed quietly as I held him.
"I'm such a fuck up." he whispered. "I'll get out of the Academy."
"Like hell you will." I said. "No one has left my Squad yet and you aren't going to be the first. You may be fucked up, but you aren't a fuck up."
We had a long and quiet talk. It was obvious Joe's father had taught him everything he knew about dealing with people and that was precisely nothing. Joe desperately wanted to please his father, but I knew that simply wasn't a possibility. I felt better about Joe. I just hoped being a total asshole wasn't an inherited trait.
I also noticed Joe got an erection when I held him. I'm not sure Joe knew it, he was in a really emotional state, but it was an erection. I think it was an unconscious reaction. Daddy Dearest also thought being a fag was the worst thing a man could be. I had some suspicions as to why Joe was the way he was.
Teaching Joe not to be a jerk wasn't an easy task. He had strong tendencies to backslide, but I did make some headway. We crossed a major bridge in that project two weeks later. We were doing field exercises in the forested area where we had camped. It was the last weekend in June and we were practicing search and rescue exercises.
Theoretically we were looking for lost children. We subdivided the area into a grid and were looking for the children's trail. B Squad was searching the stream bottom. It was a hazy and humid day and it was totally overcast. At noon it began to rain.
There was a tent at the Command Center, so we returned there and made radio contact with the other squads. The rain got heavier. My own experience with the steam indicated it was prone to flash flooding, so the tent was on high ground. We had nothing to worry about. The rain became even heavier. It wasn't a violent deluge, it was just solid rain. Juan, Joe and I were talking and when I looked at my watch, it was 3:00. When I looked out from the tent I saw the hood of a car float by.
"Oh shit!" I said. "Is that what I think it is?" A second car hood floated by. It was a State Trooper's cruiser. I called 911 and alerted the other members of our group. Mark's A Squad was downstream, C was covering the high ground.
The emergency dispatcher had no reports of a problem. We were apparently the first to see any evidence of flash flooding. The rain was relentless. Joe and Juan went down stream to see if they could locate the cars again. Liz stayed at the Command Post to keep in contact with the County Emergency Communication Center. Ronald and Bernie arrived with Tonya and we all went out looking for the cars.
We didn't have time to find the cars. A tree floated by. We could see some people clinging to the trunk. Fortunately, it was a big tree and the stream normally was narrow. It snagged on the trees lining the stream.
It was a woman with two children. The kids were terrified; the woman was hysterical and at least 250 pounds. We were able to shoot a rope to the other side of the stream and snag it in a tree. Tonya was a former gymnast and strong as a horse, so we tied a lifeline to her and she held on to the rope as she eased her way over to the tree. It was five or six yards away. With the water moving as fast as it was, it seemed like 500 miles.
She got to the first child, put it in a halter and attached the halter to the rope. We reeled the kid in like a fish on a hook. It was a two-year-old girl. Bernie ran her up to Liz in the Command Post. The second child was older and unwilling to let go of the tree.
Tonya had to talk him into getting into the halter. It didn't help, that the mother was screaming to save her first, the boy could swim. Tonya finally got the kid attached and we reeled him in. The kid was 120 pounds and the rope held, but just barely.
That left the Mother. It took two seconds for me to realize she was too big for Tonya and so hysterical it was more likely she would drown Tonya before Tonya could save her. I signalled for Tonya to come in. I was the only one there big enough to get the big woman. I tied on the safety belt and took a small tranquilizer for the woman.
It was not a graceful or elegant rescue. The woman would do nothing to help. At one point I toyed with the idea of letting her go, feeling I might be doing the world a service. I did get her back. The rope snapped, but the safety line held. She was half drowned; I was three quarters. I drank so much of the water I think I reduced the flow.
By the time I was on the bank, the local rescue squads arrived and took over. When I caught my breath I looked for Joe and Juan. I collected my crew and we went down stream. We found them walking towards us carrying a State Trooper on a stretcher. He had been in the cruiser. They had rescued him from the half submerged car and had given him CPR until he revived. Their communicators weren't as waterproof as they were supposed to be, so they had lost contact.
Ronald and Bernie took over the stretcher duties and we got back to the Command Center. The Trooper explained what had happened. He had closed off a bridge upstream when the flooding started. The fat woman drove around him and across the bridge. He had tried to chase her and both were swept off the bridge.
Joe dove into the water five or six times before he could get into the car and get the Trooper out. It had been dangerous and his persistence saved the Trooper.
There were lots of good feelings about this. Joe had redeemed himself. We had saved four people's lives. Life was good. Except for the sex.
Since Mark moved out my sex life had vanished. I was out of the loop. That night things changed for the better. We had a nice, celebratory, beer filled night. Joe was actually pleasant with a few beers in him. I went up to bed. When I took my shower, Joe appeared in the shower room with me. He was talking about the day's events and was happy. I also noticed he was taking some long and lingering looks at my cock.
I dried off, put my robe on and went back to the room. He returned.
"We did good, didn't we?" he asked.
"We did good and you did good." I said. "There's a medal in your future."
"You think so?"
"I know so. I'll recommend it." I said. Joe was wearing a towel. It slipped. His cock was exposed and erect. Joe looked appalled. I just leaned forward and sucked his cock.
"Don't!" he cried, then he followed it with, "Oh Daddy!"
After having made fun of Joe's cock when it was soft, I had to admit it was fine erect. I'm not talking gold medal at the county fair good, but more than respectable. It was a thin six inches, with a purple, lollypop style cock head. Other than saying," Oh Daddy" a lot, he didn't show much emotion. His cock leaked like a water system in the Third World, so I knew he liked what I was doing.
"Why don't you see what Daddy's cock tastes like?" I suggested after a while. Joe was ready. He was on his knees in a split second and licking my cock head. Experience is not my middle name, but I had a good idea Joe was new to this. The first few licks were tentative and cautious. After a minute or so, Joe was downright enthusiastic. He liked it and wanted more. I got him on my bed and we 69ed. He liked that too. There was a quiet rapping at the door. Joe jumped as if it was an electric shock.
I got up and opened the door. It was Mark. He came in.
"You did a great job there today, Joe." he said, "That was a difficult situation and you handled it well."
"Thanks." Joe said. "Someone had to do it." There was a silence. I knew Mark was trying to get me out of the room for some well-deserved playtime.
I laid back on my bed and my semi erect cock poked out of my robe. Mark saw it and smiled. Joe also saw it and smiled. Joe stood and you could see his cock had tented his towel. Mark saw that too.
"I'd better be going." Mark said. "It looks like I'm interrupting something."
"I'll leave." Joe said. "I know you guys are old friends."
"No need to go." Mark said. "I take it we're all members of the same fraternity?"
"I'm not sure I'm a member." Joe said. I laughed.
"I wouldn't worry about that, Joe." I said. "You are passing the initiation ceremonies with flying colors. Mark, get naked and lets play."
Joe came over to suck me again, but Mark dropped to the floor so he could suck Joe. That was a good move on his part.