Officers' Boy
By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2022 by the author)

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Chapter 8

A few minutes later we found coffee at the Tiki Bar, then we found a pleasant table under an umbrella far enough from the pool that we could chat.  Over our coffee we decided to take a quick dip in the pool, then clean up before dinner at the resort’s dining room.  We didn’t plan out when – and how – we would have sex, but I knew that was going to happen sometime and my anticipation kept me a bit on edge all evening.

After tossing our coffee cups, we went to the room where we changed into our swimsuits, carefully turning our heads to keep our modesty.  I sensed the unveiling of our genitals should be saved until we were moving into sex.  Rafael’s suit was low rise and tight, like boxer briefs.  It was simply a skin-tight piece of purple spandex that hugged and displayed his bulge flagrantly.  I noticed a bit later that it also cupped his deliciously round buns and made me want to caress them.

A lot of the guys we met around the pool were very direct in ogling Rafael, to the point that I found myself getting jealous.  I guess Rafael noticed because after a few minutes he pulled me into him and whispered into my ear, “Let ‘em look.  I’m with you, babe, and only you.”  As I grinned at him, he added, “and just as many are looking over your fine body, you know.”

“Really?” I said and began looking all around.  I meant that to be teasing him, but in fact I made eye contact with four guys who were, in fact, staring at me right then.  Maybe he was right!  We actually paddled around a bit, but the pool was too crowded for real swimming.

After a few minutes, he asked if I was ready to go.  I nodded and we went off to our room, to the disappointment of our legion of admirers, I surmise.

When he closed the door to our room, Rafael smiled and said, “I think we need to take it slow and easy tonight.”

Somehow, I was slightly disappointed at that.  I guess I was hoping to rip our swimsuits off and get to it.  “Okay,” I said quietly, “if you think that’s best.”

“I do, babe, and here’s why.  Since this is your first time, I would like it to be extra-special.  I’d like to make it romantic instead of ‘just sex.’”

I liked the sound of that.  “Romantic sounds nice,” I said with a warm smile.

“I thought it would.”  He caressed my bicep and looked deeply into my eyes.  “So, let’s clean up for dinner and after dinner we’ll find something romantic to do for a while before I deflower you.”  He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I blushed at the thought of that.

“So, I brought you something practical.”  He stepped over to his duffel bag, unzipped it, and reached inside.  He pulled out a long box and handed it to me.

The box was labeled “Fleet Enema.”  A little embarrassed, I laughed.

“You know what to do with that, right?”

I nodded. 

“Good,” he smiled.  “When you’re all done with that, call me so we can shower together.  Okay?”

I felt blood rushing into my dick.  “Oh, yeah, Rafe.”

“Remember we’re taking it slow, so that will be a shower for cleanliness and romance, but not for sex.  We’ll save sex in the shower for another time.”

“Okay,” I said.  Although I would have been very happy to get it on in the shower, I felt comfortable that he knew a lot more about sex than me and if I just followed his lead it would be a wonderful experience. 

Rafael grabbed the top of my neon green Speedos and whispered, “Let me help you get ready.”  With that, he slid them down across my thighs and they fell onto the tops of my feet.  My cock flopped out as soon as it was released from the confines of the tiny trunks.  It fell against Rafael’s thigh and sort of kissed him. 

He grinned at me.  “You have a gorgeous body, Eric, and a very pretty dick.” 

“Thank you,” I mumbled as my cock pumped out a drop of precum, which stuck to his leg when I turned away. 

“Be thorough with your prep, babe.  Give yourself an extra rinse or two.  I want you as open and receptive as possible.  Okay?”

“Absolutely.”  I strolled into the bathroom in the sure knowledge he was watching my naked ass as I walked away from him.  I smiled as I closed the door and began preparations for my debut. 

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Our shower was a lovely time of getting to know each other’s body through touch.  First, Rafael gently washed me, kissing me sometimes, tenderly massaging my muscles, tweaking my nipples, and simply cupping my chin, arms, pecs, and butt cheeks.  Of course, my dick was rigid as I enjoyed a type of touching I’d never experienced before.  When he washed my dick, Rafe held it gently and rubbed his soapy hands around the shaft.  He seemed to take extra care not to slide his hands along the shaft, no doubt afraid of making me cum.  He also washed my bum gently, even putting a couple of soapy fingers inside me and scrubbing the inside of my ass!  Although it felt completely weird to have his fingers explore my rosebud and then slide gently into me, I took to it like a duck to water.  It was the most intimate touch I had ever experienced from anyone and it felt, well, indescribable.  Heavenly?  Yes.  Sexy?  Absolutely.  Soothing?  That, too.

Submitting my body to his ministrations was a lovely foreshadowing of me submitting my body to him in a much deeper way later.  In the simple act of washing my body, he managed to make me feel loved and nurtured, safe and relaxed, connected to him, and horny as hell.

My turn to wash him came, too, and I grew even more excited as my fingers and palms got to feel his powerful muscles with their unblemished silky-smooth covering.  The firm musculature of his chest and abs, arms, and legs was very manly and, of course, erotic for me.  His back was well-defined with bulging muscles and his rump was more curvy than mine.  Rubbing my hands around it made my dick drool copiously. 

“You can wash my ass like I washed yours,” he said in a sultry voice.

My heart skipped a beat and my dick throbbed and dripped.  I soaped my hands again and ran my fingers down the deep crevice between his strong butt cheeks, feeling the quiet strength in his buttocks.  When I had reached his rosebud, it felt soft and tight at the same time.  He inhaled noisily when I first touched it.  I was fascinated by the feel of this part of his anatomy, a part of a person I had never touched before.  He leaned slightly forward which had the effect of parting his cheeks a bit, facilitating my access.  I rubbed in gentle circles with my middle finger.

“Push it in,” he instructed.

I stopped circling with my finger and positioned it straight into his closed hole.  I hesitated, unsure how hard to push.

“Push!” he ordered.

I increased the pressure on his sphincter gradually until suddenly the muscle opened and my finger slid into his warmth up to my first knuckle.

“Yes,” he moaned.  “All the way in.”

I continued pushing into him until my first knuckle disappeared.  Now I could feel a smooth surface that gripped my finger on all sides.  The realization that I was connected to him in the same intimate way he had been connected with me a few minutes sooner made me lightheaded.  I thought for a second I might faint, but I shoved on in until my second knuckle disappeared.  He moaned again and I imagined how good it must feel to him.  There was nothing in the world I wanted more at that moment than to give him as much pleasure as I could.  I continued pushing and my finger kept entering deeper into him.  I became aware that the tip of my finger had passed all the way through the tight sphincter and was in a more open part of him where the sides of his canal were a little spongey and less rigid.  Holy fuck!  I was into his asshole all the way.  My last knuckle was tapping at his rosebud.  My other fingers were pressed against his butt cheek where it rounded away from his body; the side of my hand was against his thigh.

“Oh yeah, baby,” Rafael sighed.  “Now circle around.”

I began turning my hand so that my finger moved clockwise within him until it was upside down.  Then I turned it counterclockwise until it had circled about ¾ of the way back and I couldn’t easily go further.

“That feels so good, baby,” he cooed.  “Do that while pulling out and then going back in.”

This was a bit like walking and chewing gum, but I quickly mastered the coordinated movements necessary to love his hole with fucking motions and swirling motions simultaneously.

“Fuck yeah!”

My penis throbbed as I cleaned his sphincter in this way.

“Give me a second finger,” he said between pants.

Carefully I pulled almost all the way out and positioned my index finger alongside my middle finger with the end of it just at the side of his rosebud.  I pushed slowly and his ass opened wider to allow the second finger inside, too.  Fuck, the forces his ass exerted on my fingers were surprisingly strong.  Once inside up to my last knuckles I twisted my fingers clockwise and back again, to which Rafe moaned a bit louder.

“Fuck, yeah!”  I think he pushed his ass back onto my fingers as I withdrew and then pushed back into him.  I began a sort of swirling penetration and withdrawal sequence that had him moaning and pushing back quite a lot.  After a couple of minutes, he turned his head to the side and said, “Thank you, Eric.”

I stopped moving for a moment, savoring the last second of this unexpected intimacy before I slowly pulled my fingers out of him.

He stood up straight and turned to face me.  His cock was huge and hard, dripping precum onto the shower floor.  He put both hands on my biceps while looking deeply into my eyes.  “That was awesome, Eric,” he smiled.  “You’re learning beautifully how to please me and how to turn me on.”  He stepped forward and kissed me gently.  After a moment, he stepped back.  “Would you like to wash my front side now?”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my dick throbbing at the mere suggestion of touching him.  He smiled and put his arms down to his sides while I soaped up my hands again.  I couldn’t believe the obvious power waiting in his massive biceps, their smooth, round contours that were so firm to the touch.  And when I touched the bulging mounds of his pecs, I thought I might cream.  I loved running my hands through the light covering of hair between his pecs.  His nipples stood out from his chest like perfect little hemispheres.  When I touched them very lightly, he jerked and gasped.  I circled them with my index fingers and then barely pinched them between my index fingers and my thumbs. 

“Ooooh,” he moaned softly while I worked his nipples for a few seconds.  Then I continued my soapy exploration of his torso, dropping my hands onto his ribbed abdomen, which felt like slabs of stone covered with satin.  His belly button was deep and I swirled my index finger into and around it for a couple of seconds.  He was twitching a little and moaning so softly I was not sure he was making a noise.  When I let my hands slide slowly down along his hips, he said quietly, “Do my legs now.”

Without stopping I slid my hands down to the outside of his thighs before taking them off him to soap them up again.  When I touched his left thigh with both hands, I noticed his cock was still rigid and dripping.  God, did it look big and hard, beautiful in its uncircumcised elegance.  Even though I wanted to reach out to this gorgeous cock, I ignored it and focused my attention as well as my hands on his leg.  Like his abs, Rafael’s thighs were very firm, but unlike his abs, they were also hairy.  Could anything be more masculine? I wondered.  As I squatted down to reach lower on his leg, his cock was at eye – and mouth – level and it was all I could do to not take it into my mouth.  I was desperate to learn what it tasted like, how it would feel as it filled my mouth.  But something told me to be patient, that he would tell me when I should taste him.

When I got to his ankles, Rafael lifted his foot so I could wash it.  For good measure, I spent some extra time massaging his foot as I think nothing is as relaxing as a foot massage.

Rafael continued to moan and twitch occasionally as I completed his left leg and then moved to his right leg.  After I had finished with his right foot, I looked up to see him smiling down on me.  “Would you like to wash my cock and balls?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah!”

“Do it!”

His cock was a bit longer than mine with its crown hidden beneath a hoodie made of brown skin.  I’d never seen an uncut dick up close before and certainly never touched one.  I was fascinated!  His manhood, like his body and his fingers, was thicker than mine.  It was quite rigid as I first brought my soapy hand to touch its hot length, making him gasp and jerk as I ran my hands over it to wash it.  As I gently rubbed it, I noticed the piss slit and then the head began peaking out of the hoodie as if it was checking me out.  I giggled.

In a humorous voice, Rafael said, “Why are you laughing at my dick?”

That made me laugh harder.  “Because it’s peaking out of its hoodie to see me.”

He laughed, too.  “Can you tell that all of me likes all of you?”

I looked into his gorgeous brown eyes.  His face was pleasant but serious.  “I’m getting that idea,” I whispered.

He showed me how to wash inside the hoodie so “it will be fresh to the taste.” 

That comment caused a big dollop of precum to ooze out of my dickhead.  “I can’t wait to taste it,” I said provocatively.

“You can have a taste now, if you like,” he said in his deep voice.

Surprised that he was willing to allow me to taste his cock at this point, I looked at him to confirm my understanding.  He smiled, stepped back a few inches, and indicated with an open palm that I could drop down in front of him.  I squatted down before him, putting my hands on his muscular thighs to steady myself. 

Staring me in the face again was his big brown cock with its somewhat purple head, looking enormous from this angle and up so close.  With my right hand, I reached out to grasp his rigid dick.  Leaning forward I stuck out my tongue and licked the shaft along one side.  It was as smooth and soft as silk – well, silk stretched over an iron pipe, maybe!  It tasted like the Irish Spring soap we were using to shower.  And it twitched as I thought I heard a low moan, though I wasn’t quite sure if he had moaned or if I had. 

After a couple of licks, I leaned away from him to position my mouth at the end of his massive penis.  I looked at the opening in the end, which was now fully exposed, having moved forward out from its hiding place.  As I stared into his third eye, suddenly a drop of pearly liquid appeared as if by magic.  I knew it would be there only a moment before gravity would pull it to the tile floor, so I quickly extended my tongue to swipe the nectar off his cock and into me!

It was a good-sized drop of his fluid.  It felt a bit sticky on my tongue as it spread across my taste buds to push my excitement level up several notches.  The taste was subtle, a bit salty, a bit sweet, a bit spicy, all sexy.  I closed my eyes as I savored my first flavor of Rafael’s sex.  It was different from the taste of my own precum, the only other sample I’d ever tasted.  I knew instantly I would always cherish this very personal flavor of this very special man.  I opened my mouth and leaned forward guiding my mouth onto his manhood.  It slipped in easily, though my jaw had to open wider than I expected to accommodate his girth.  The hard rod brushed across my tender lips, between my teeth, and across my tongue, from tip to back as I leaned forward.  With no plan of mine and no conscious order to do so, my tongue looped around this great new toy and I heard Rafe’s gasp of surprise and, I think, appreciation as it circled.  My tongue swiped across the helmet again, collecting another taste treat that had appeared there in the past three seconds.  Soon the head passed across the back of my tongue and was effectively unavailable for any more licking.   I felt it crash into the back of my throat, where it stopped moving while my tongue continued to dart around the shaft.  My mouth produced extra saliva as if it wanted to be sure this lovely cock was bathed in my juices. 

Rafael leaned his body away from me but I leaned forward to keep his great cock in my mouth.  He chuckled and put his hands against my shoulders to hold me still as he leaned further back.  I did not want to give up this prized tube of hot flesh, but he withdrew anyway.  The head passed back across my tongue, but this time instead of opening me, instead of melding with me, instead of taking me, it left me, emptying me, abandoning me.  Inexplicably, I was saddened, almost angry with him for taking such a gift away.

“You can kiss it goodbye, if you want.”  His deep voice filled the shower.

He released my shoulders and I leaned forward to plant my lips against his rounded cockhead.  I pursed my lips and kissed for a long five or six seconds before he grasped under my arms and lifted me into his arms for a very warm and wet embrace.

“Thank you, baby, that was very nice.”   He kissed my lips and then brought me closer into a most intimate hug.  While we hugged, he turned off the water and said, “Let’s get dressed and have some dinner.”

To be continued...

Posted: 05/20/2022