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

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Chapter 20

After his lovely condom-free orgasm deep inside me, Rafael lay on my back, cock still fully inserted in my hole.  He panted and his heartbeat pounded my spine, but he didn’t move otherwise.  On my part, I lay quietly absorbing the warmth and intimacy of our connection amid the enormous sense of holding him inside my body.  For a couple of minutes his cock remained large but softer in me.  It felt like a beautiful moment in which we were as close as two humans would ever be, could ever be.  I felt I would have been content like this until the Sun burned out.

Finally, to my disappointment, he slowly withdrew and flopped onto his back beside me, leaving me empty and alone.

“That was wonderful, babe,” he said contentedly as he gently stroked my back.

I raised my upper body from the bed so I could see him.  “I loved every second of it, Rafe.”

He opened one eye to look at me.  I smiled at him.  He returned my smile and asked me to hand him his beer.

I stretched my arm over to the nightstand and retrieved the lukewarm beer.

He took a swig of the Miller but made a face.  “Let’s get a cold one,” he said.

As we slowly rolled out of the bed, I went to the chair to retrieve my briefs, but Rafael said, “Leave your clothes.  We’re headed to the clothing-optional hot tub.”

I felt a bit strange and oddly vulnerable as we passed through the foyer and wandered into the kitchen for the beer.  We went through some sliders in the living room onto the back patio which featured some very substantial patio furniture including a table for 4 and another table for 6.  Rafael went to a closed built-in cupboard, which was chock-full of large, plush bath towels.  He pulled a couple of towels off the stack, closed the cupboard, and moved to the side of the hot tub.  He tossed the towels onto a nearby chaise and moved to the wall to activate the jets. 

We stepped into water that was so hot I thought for an instant it would burn off my skin.  As I squatted down into the water, I was aware instantly of the soothing value of the hot water on my tired sphincter.

I took a long sip of beer.  “Uhm,” I purred, “this feels really nice.”

He nodded.  “It seems to be a great rejuvenator after some hot sex.”  After a couple of sips of beer, he asked, “How was your first week at USF?”

“Wonderful,” I smiled, grateful that he seemed to have an interest in me beyond my mouth and butt.  We spent the next few minutes talking about my classes, professors, and the general excitement of being a new student at a large university. 

Having graduated four years earlier from the University of Miami in Electrical Engineering, Rafael could relate well to my trepidation regarding college-level Calculus and Chemistry.  “These are some challenging courses, but I’m sure you’re well-prepared for them and will succeed.”

“I hope you’re right about that,” I said, just as the jets shut off automatically.

We drained our beers and stood up.  My head felt slightly dizzy as I rose.  I must have appeared unsteady as my lovely Air Force pilot reached out an arm to steady me.  Even the 88-degree afternoon air was cool on my skin as Rafael grabbed a towel and dried my entire body.  It was so sweet and loving!

When I was dry, he lowered me into a sitting position on the chaise as he took the other towel to dry his own (spectacular) body.  When he finished, he sat down beside the pool, staring off as if he was lost in his thoughts.  I took advantage of the opportunity to scrutinize his naked beauty before I began wondering if something might be bothering him.  That thought frightened me.

“Is everything okay?” I asked nervously.

Quickly he turned to look at me.  He had a sheepish look on his face.  “Sorry, babe,” he said.  “I just drifted for a moment.  Everything’s wonderful.  Really.  I was just thinking how relaxed I am with you.  I hope you can be relaxed with me, too, and with my friends.”

I was relieved that he didn’t seem to be feeling bad about something.  “I can truthfully say I feel very excited every time I’m around you, but I feel peace with you, too.  I guess I can’t say anything regarding the other guys.  Not yet.”

“Of course not.  Please, just let me know if anything happens you don’t like or enjoy.  I want you to have only good times here.”

“Thanks, babe.  I’ll let you know if I get uncomfortable.”

“I’ll count on you telling me.”  He stood and reached his hand out to me.  “Shall we go inside?”

“Sure.  Whatever you want to do.”

“Right now, I want to pee,” he laughed.

He led me through a different set of sliders into the gym.  We walked through to the adjacent bath where we each used the urinal and washed up.  He escorted me into the TV room where he turned the TV to a Pandora station that gave us some rather nice smooth jazz.  While he was busy with the TV, I scoped out the room a bit more.  One of the key features I had not noticed before was a gigantic ottoman that stretched about 8 feet along the front of the sofa, set back with a couple of feet between the sectional and the massive footrest.  Again, my mind leaped to a few intriguing sexual possibilities with this unusual piece of furniture.  When the music was just right, Rafael lay the remote down on the table at one end of the long sofa and reached for my hand again.

He led me around to the sofa and pulled me down into his lap.  That was quite exciting to me.  I leaned into him and we kissed in a lip-lock that moved from gentle and tentative to passionate and probing in about 30 seconds.  We made out deliciously for a long while until I was pushed onto my back on the outsized ottoman with Rafael’s weight holding me down.   

After a while, Rafael stood and moved around the ottoman until he was at the end a foot or two beyond my head.  He grasped me in my armpits and tugged me toward him until my head dropped over the edge of the furniture.  He aimed his big hard cock at my lips, which I parted happily to allow him entrance to my mouth.

I found this position for sucking cock to be interesting.  I wasn’t sure yet if it was one of my favorites; my lack of control over how deep the cock would go frankly made me a little nervous.  Rafael was a masculine lover and pushed me to take his 8 firm inches all the way to the root.  It was thrilling to be able to accommodate him in my throat, but it was not without some gagging and sputtering at times.  He rammed my throat about 100 times before he pulled out, lifted my head up, and kissed me.

After some amazing kisses, he moved around me and straddled the ottoman and my legs.  Soon he had pulled me along the ottoman so my head was now resting comfortably on its top surface.  From somewhere I didn’t really notice, Rafael obtained a squirt bottle of lubricant which he began to apply liberally to my sphincter.  Anticipation of what would happen next drove me to a frenzy of moaning and twitching as he prepared the way for a good time.  His fingers went deep to find my cumnut.  He gave it a good workout just by repeatedly running a finger along each side and one over the center of the mound.  The precum on my belly was prodigious as my whimpering moans almost overwhelmed the music coming out of the Bose sound system.

Finally, Rafael’s fingers were replaced by his greased-up cock, which slid into me like Babe Ruth into home plate: fast and hard.  Although it didn’t hurt at all, the force of his massive boner into my tender entrails was sufficient to startle me and almost knock the wind out of me from within (an interesting experience I’d never had before).  I let out a sound that was part gasp, part moan, and part yelp.

Rafael stopped for a moment balls-deep in my rectum.  “You okay?” he asked.

“Fuck … yeah … god,” I panted.

Apparently, that was all he needed to hear because he commenced a major pounding intercourse in which all I could do was hang onto the slippery edges of the ottoman, willing my ass to open as wide and deep as possible, while I gasped for air.  My dick drooled so much precum that it wound up swimming in the puddle on my belly and in my belly button.

After a while, Rafael leaned over me, placed his hands under my shoulder blades and pulled us both backward until he was prone with me spread eagled over him with his cock buried inside me.  The change was so rapid and unexpected that it took me a moment to adjust my thinking from being utterly receptive to taking the active roll.  It didn’t take me long, however, to get my feet firmly on the floor on either side of this most useful piece of furniture and begin to ride Rafe’s cock like a Kentucky Derby jockey.

Oh, fuck, this was wonderful!

Rafael lay quietly below me as I rose and fell onto his steel prod, practically screaming out my lust with each delicious drop onto his thighs.  Our eyes locked in a fierce stare that increased my descent into a completely animalistic space in which nothing seemed to exist but the compulsion to ride that incredible cock until I exploded.  I could feel my body preparing for a huge orgasm as I moved on him with great determination.

But Rafael had some other, sinister idea.  Before either of us could explode our passion, he stopped me by putting his strong hands on my thighs and practically holding me down as I sat on him at the end of a sensuous stroke.

“Get off, babe,” he ordered me gently.

“No,” I said with a sense of entitlement.  I felt entitled to ride him to the finish line rather than to be stopped in the back turn of the track.

He laughed.  “I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Fine!” I said belligerently as I slowly stood on wobbly legs with his wonderful cock sliding out inch by inch as I rose.

Quickly, Rafael jumped off the ottoman and tossed me into the sofa cushions on my back.  Then he dragged me to the end of the couch and pulled my butt onto the arm as he pushed my legs back over my torso.  Immediately he was back inside, ending my anger at being deprived of his amazing cock for the past 30 seconds. 

He pulled my legs up until my heels hooked over his shoulders.  He grasped my thighs and began to fuck my ass for all he was worth (which was millions at that particular moment). 

I was back in that animal state where I wanted this to last forever and I also wanted nothing but to cum.

Without conscious thought, my hand drifted down to my dick but before I even touched it, Rafael thwarted my action by grabbing my hand into his.  Holding my hand firmly, he pistoned into me like he was the engine in a Mack truck.  Again and again, his cock slammed into my wet and warm cock chute, dragging itself roughly across my ripe prostate to push me a little closer to cumming.  My balls readied themselves to empty out onto my torso just as Rafael’s glorious fuck-tool swelled and he jammed it in so deep I thought he had breached my stomach.  He held it there as it began burning my insides with shots of its amazing life-force.  He screamed with each blast as he filled me with his delicious cream.

But I did not cum.  Fuck!

I tried to pull my hand out of Rafael’s so I could stroke my dick.  Once would be more than enough, I thought.  He gripped it tighter.  Angry now, I reached forward with my other hand, but he grabbed it, too, before I could reach my aching dick.

“No!” he cried as his final blast or two concluded.

“Please, babe,” I begged.  “Let me cum!”

Even as he was huffing for air, he grinned down at me.  “It has to be natural,” he said.

“No-o-o!” I wailed.

“Yes, babe.”  He took a gasping breath.  “It’ll be amazing.”  He huffed.  “And it’ll happen soon.”

This agony was too much.  I was miffed that he had taken control of my own orgasm.  What gave him that right?

We rested for a few minutes and my acute need for release did seem to taper off, although I was left with a vague nervous energy and a fixation with my dick in my own mind.

His cock wilted faster this time and far too soon he slipped it out.  Without moving my body, he stepped to the front of the couch so he could lean down to kiss me.

He grinned that killer smile of his.  “You’re simply amazing, Eric.”  He kissed me again.  “Excuse me,” he said and walked out of the room into the adjoining bathroom.

His departure didn’t seem to be in anger or disappointment or anything, but it was unsettling in its abruptness.

“Now that was awesome, Eric!”

It was a low-pitched voice I was sure I’d never heard before.

What the hell? I thought as I lifted my head from the couch cushions and scanned the room but saw no one.

“Who’s there?” I asked nervously.

The deep masculine voice ignored my question.  “I can see you really like a cock in your ass, Eric,” he spoke with a touch of awe, a lot of appreciation, and some zeal.  He continued with a smokier, suggestive tone.  “I like that.”

“Who are you?”  I was unnerved by this unattached voice.

“I’m the one who’s going to fuck the next load of cum out of you,” he said firmly.

He certainly had my attention!  I sat up.  “Where are you?”

“Look at the place where the ceiling and wall meet above the television.” 

God, he has a strong voice, I thought.  I scanned the area to my left once again.  There it was!  I saw a camera that seemed focused on me.  It had a blinking red light.  Shit!  I was not only frightened, I was angry.  How dare he spy on Rafael and me!  Where had Rafael gone to, anyway?

“Rafael!” I called out loudly as I struggled to my feet.

“Relax,” the man said.  “Racer had his turn.  Now it’s my turn.”

I started to go out of the room to find Rafael, but having no idea if he was still nearby, I hesitated.

“Be still,” the man ordered gently.  “I won’t hurt you.  No way.  I want you to love my cock in you, to beg for it every day.  I would never hurt you.”

“You’re scaring me,” I complained.

“Maybe,” he drawled, “but your dick says I’m turning you on, too.”

I looked down at my erection, which stood up strong at about a 45-degree angle.  I had to admit, I was very turned on to this mysterious voice.

“Well, come out so I can see you.”

“I’ll come out, but I want you to do something for me, for us, first.”

For us?  “Wh-at?” I stammered.

“See the bookcase on the wall to your right?”

I looked and saw a four-foot high bookcase.  “Yes.”

“Walk over there.”

I did.

“Other than the lamp, what do you see on the top of the cabinet?”

I looked.  There lay a simple black Halloween mask.  “Uhm, a mask.”

“You’re going to put that mask on and then I’m going to make your fantasies come true.”

Fuck! I thought.  That idea made my heart pound and my dick leak.

“Why?”

“Because it will heighten the excitement of what I’m going to do to you.”

Hell, yes! my dick screamed at me.  Fuck me! My ass added.  Slowly I reached for the mask.  It weighed nothing as I raised it.  Indecisively I held it up.

“Put it on,” he urged.  “I promise you’ll love every moment with me.”

To be continued...

Posted: 08/12/2022