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

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Chapter 12

When we came together to kiss and hold one another, a bit of the extreme tenderness from our first time seemed missing.  Was that because of a natural change due to our growing familiarity with each other?  Or, was it because of the intense and somewhat contentious conversation we had just had?  I didn’t know but promised myself to gain as much experience from him as I could while we were together.

Rafael and I kissed, cuddled, caressed, and grew both passionate and excited.  After a while, I slipped his awesome cock into my mouth to enjoy the act of giving a blowjob.  His moans and twitches indicated he enjoyed it a lot, too.  When his breathing was rapid and noisy, he pulled me up and told me to stop for a moment.  Soon he turned me over and lifted me gently to my knees.  Kneeling behind me, he separated my legs and began kissing and licking my rosebud, making me wiggle and moan in anticipation of his cock.  When I was open and ready, he pushed into me with a greased-up cock that took me back into that out-of-this-world place that had seemed like a dream during our initial mating.  He thrust into me with a bit of abandon, not with the sense of awe and carefulness like before.  This was stronger, a little less loving, but a lot more sensuous.  The hotness factor was definitely higher this time.  His thrusts were rapid and went as deeply as he could almost every time.  Soon I had forgotten the troubled feelings in my heart as I was overcome by the erotic feelings in my body, by the dripping in my dick, by the sheer excitement of yielding my own internal self to him. 

He paused at the end of his stroke into me.  He put his arms around my chest and lifted me up from the mattress, pulling me vertical, still resting on my knees, still impaled on his monster cock.  He half lifted me, turned, and half pushed me forward until I was near the headboard of the bed.  To keep from bashing my face into the headboard, I reached out, found handholds, and steadied my body as Rafael resumed pounding my ass forcefully.  He kept me in a vertical position for a while, hooking up into my body with each muscular thrust, almost lifting me off my knees with the force of his hips against the underside of my butt.  Each heavy thrust had the same effect as if he goosed my prostate.  I was practically wailing in incoherent blubbering as he beat my poor ass in such a wonderful way.

Fuck! I thought as I moaned loudly and grunted each time his body slammed my body.  This was the sexiest thing I had ever experienced.  I wanted it to last forever.  Nevertheless, I felt the pressure of unrelenting sexual tension building throughout my abdomen.  I needed to shoot!  When I took one hand off the headboard to move it to my crotch, the powerful thrusts into my body almost sent me flying.  Very quickly I realized I had to have both hands supporting myself if I were to stay in position during this very masculine fuck.

After a while, he stopped abruptly, holding his cock buried to the hilt in my quivering flesh.  He dropped his hands to my hips and pulled me back about a foot further from the headboard.  The effect of this was to force me to lean more forward, realigning our cock and ass connection into a nearly horizontal orientation.

“Now, babe,” Rafael said in a smoky voice, “I’m going to pull back a few inches.  I want you to take control and push back on my cock so that it sinks back into you.  You can do it fast or slow because you will have control.  Understand?”

“I think so.”

“Good.”  Slowly his cock slid back as he pulled away.  He stopped with about half his cock still feeding me his warmth.

To try out the angle, I pushed my ass slowly back and welcomed his prick sliding deeper again.  When I was at the end of my comfortable range, he leaned forward, giving me the last inch or so again.  He stopped with his cock buried balls deep again.

“Now pull your body forward a few inches so my cock slides out a little bit.”

I did.  It wasn’t too complicated and within a few seconds I had set up a nice rhythm that was making us both moan.

“Yes, babe,” he said.  “That’s great.”

For several minutes I repeatedly impaled myself on his awesome cock, feeling a growing need in my genitals.  I need to cum!  Instinctively, I began moving a bit further away from his body so I had more cock to slide out and then, oh how wonderful (!), back into me.  I also increased my tempo a bit.  Together, this gave me a stronger push which elevated the sensory inputs and drove me nearer my payday.  I thought I was getting very close to orgasm when Rafael suddenly increased the pressure of his hands on my hips and brought my movements to a stop.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he explained.

“But I need to!” I wailed.

“You will.  Soon.”

“Now.  Please!”

He pulled out of me!  Asshole!!!  How could he be so mean?

He twirled me around and laid me on my back.  He moved off the bed and turned my body on the mattress until my feet were hanging off the side.  He picked my legs up by the ankles and lifted them high.  He pulled me on towards him until my hole was at the edge of the bed.  Then he squatted a bit and slipped his spectacular cock back into me.

“Oh, fuck!” I said out of the return of the bliss his hot cockrod was giving me.

While holding my ankles, he leaned over me and began driving into me with great strength.  I had a moment of fear that he was hurting me, but quickly realized that he was not hurting me at all, only stimulating me to the max.  On my belly, my erection lay bouncing in a pool of ooze as each thrust imparted enough energy to knock it away from my abdomen, only for gravity to slap it back down into the goo.  When I thought my body was going to explode from all the pent-up sexual energy it was trying to hold, well, it did.  Explode, I mean.  I screamed in a sort of warbling “AieeeehAAH, AieeeehAAH, AieeeehAAH” sound as my volume and pitch both grew each time a new volley of my jizz blasted through my urethra and out onto my abs, my chest, my face, and the sheets near my face.  If the sensations had been one notch stronger in intensity, I was sure they would have killed me.

As soon as I was done, Rafael did the unthinkable.  He withdrew!  Abruptly and quickly.  With the agility of a gazelle he leapt over my splayed legs to straddle across my waist.  He pointed his gigantic battering ram at my chin and viciously whacked it about three times before thick wads of his semen began pelting my face.  He had good aim, too.  The first two shots hit my forehead (right at the kill spot and just above my right eye respectively).  The next two went right into my open mouth nearly choking me because I wasn’t prepared for them.  The others hit my chin and neck.  About the time the last blast hit me, he had leaned forward enough to cram his sticky dong into my gasping mouth.  In my exhausted state I could only suck and lick gently, but soon he pulled out and sank his entire body down onto me.

I savored his flavor as I rolled the cum around in my mouth.  It was exhilarating.  Could there possibly be anything more personal than the taste of a man’s seed?  I felt as though we were one being, at least for a moment, united by our deepest need and our most special fluid.  My mind sort of imploded on this thought.  Or maybe I had become comatose.

We lay together like this for several minutes, cum running off my face, dripping onto the sheet or my shoulders; his taste lingering on my tongue and lips; our heartbeats and breathing rates gradually slowing back to normal. 

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Eventually, he rose off me and went into the bathroom.  After a couple of minutes, he brought out a hand towel and a warm damp face cloth.  Gently, he wiped and dried my face, my torso, my groin, and finally my asshole.  Then he moved away again, returning a minute later with the other two beers.

With Rafael’s help, I moved up in the bed until my back was against the headboard and I was in a normal sitting position.  He sat down beside me and we sipped our beers for a minute or two in silence.

He dropped his hand to my thigh, just letting it lay there against my skin. 

Turning toward me, he finally spoke.  “How are you doing?”

“Good.  Great.”

“Awesome.”

“It’s a little hard to say.”

“Why?”

“Sex is so intense.  I had no idea.  When you are driving into me, it’s the weirdest but best physical feeling I’ve ever had.  And the orgasms are so-o-o strong.  And tasting your cum was … just unbelievable.  The taste is good, but I felt so close to you, like I’ve never felt with anyone.  Almost closer to you than to myself.  It seems crazy.”

He gently rubbed my thigh.  “So, like, you liked it?”

I giggled.  “Fuck, yeah!  I loved it!  There is nothing I’d rather do than have sex with you.”

He was silent for just a moment.  “I’m glad you feel that way, babe.  I do need to let you know that it isn’t just me who can make you feel all those great things.”

“Maybe,” I said doubtfully.

“Seriously,” Rafe said.  “Other men have different techniques.  Shorter and longer dicks, fatter and thinner dicks, they each feel a bit different, I suppose.  Not every time will be this good.    And maybe you’ll get to have some times that are even better.”

“Not without killing me!”

He laughed.  “Nah, you can take it.” 

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Sleeping in Rafael’s strong arms was another incredible happening in this amazing day, filled with so many firsts for me.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/17/2022