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

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Chapter 28

Saturday evening at the Harrison’s was pleasant and took my mind off Rafael’s unfortunate situation pretty much.  Mrs. Harrison served us a delicious meal: grilled salmon with orzo and sauteed vegetables after a bowl of hearty potato-cheese soup. In keeping with “good Christian values,” there was no wine or other liquor consumed, only iced tea and after-dinner coffee.

“That was exquisite, Rita,” Mom gushed.

“Yes,” Dad nodded, “I always tell Margie that you are the best cook in the congregation.”

Mrs. Harrison chuckled appreciatively.  “That’s a very high complement, Victor.  There are some great cooks there.”

The adults decided to give the ladies a few minutes to clear the table and load the dishwasher while the gents retired to the den to discuss the architect’s design for the new addition to the north end of the “Grand Hall,” as the long walkway that curves around the outside of the whole auditorium is called.  The addition will extend this hall about 75 feet toward the north parking lot, ending in a covered passenger drop-off area.  Along one side of the hall will be a new church bookstore and coffee shop and a new high-tech security office.

We boys were excused with the reminder that we would be invited back for dessert later.  In the meantime, we adjourned to the rec room to listen (quietly) to some tunes while we played pool (disinterestedly) and chatted in hushed tones about the events of the weekend.  I filled Roger in on Rafael’s status and on how my parents had dealt with it so far. 

“Just like lovely Dr. Kramer,” my best friend said, “I am guardedly optimistic about your parents.”  After about an hour we were called back to the den for Mrs. Harrison’s scrumptious key lime pie made with the recipe she had supposedly gotten 20 years ago when she worked in the kitchen at the famous Columbia Restaurant in Ybor City.

This restaurant is so posh, I’d only been once in my life a couple of years ago for a rehearsal dinner for the daughter of a very wealthy church member.  It is the king of Cuban cooking in Tampa and is famous for its key lime pie.  I couldn’t attest to the authenticity of the recipe, but I could confirm the pie she served was the best key lime pie I’d ever eaten.

This being a Saturday night, we left shortly after 9 o’clock to assure that everyone had enough beauty rest before church tomorrow.  When I got home, I went to my room, closed the door, and pulled out my phone.

ME to Rafael: Hi Babe

I waited several minutes until the phone dinged.

RAFAEL: Hi Eric

ME: How U doin

RAFAEL: OK

ME: Tired?

RAFAEL: Yes

ME: I’ll let you go then

RAFAEL: No. Talk to me

ME: OK  What’s up?

RAFAEL: Talked to Mom earlier

ME: Great!

RAFAEL: She’s not happy about not being able to visit me.

ME: Course not

RAFAEL: She’s thinking of flying in on Monday

I hadn’t thought about Rafael’s family wanting to come.

ME: Oh?  By herself?

RAFAEL: Yes

ME: Are you OK with her coming?

RAFAEL: Yes – if she’s not here too long.

ME: Can I meet her?

RAFAEL: If UR good

ME: 😏

RAFAEL: 🤣

ME: You know I am always good

RAFAEL: Nasty boy!

ME: Not me.  UR nasty mind!

RAFAEL: 😀 U got me!

ME: I will see you after lunch tomorrow OK?

RAFAEL: Sure.  I got no plans.

ME: I should let you sleep.

RAFAEL: Thanks for visiting me today.

ME: I wouldn’t have missed it.

RAFAEL: Good night

ME: Good night.  😘

RAFAEL: 😘

After I turned out my lights and got into bed, I thought about Rafael and how frightened I had been about him being gravely injured.  I was a bit surprised by how much I couldn’t imagine life without him now.  Life had certainly changed since he walked into Starbuck’s that day.

Did I love Rafael?  I wasn’t sure if my feelings were love, but I thought they might be.  Based on how some of my friends felt about their girlfriends, I thought I might love him more than they loved their girls.  Hmm.  Time will tell, I guess.

After a while, I remembered Dr. Kramer, how handsome he was, how sexy in his scrubs, how kind, how relaxed and humorous with us.  It almost seemed as if he had been flirting with us in the hospital.  I reached down to scratch my crotch and encountered a growing hard-on.  Oh, my.  I scratched and I rubbed.  I imagined the doctor examining me like he examined Rafael’s penis.  I touched a now-erect throbber.  In my mind, Dr. Kramer pushed my hand away and took my dick into his firm grip.  He smiled that wonderful way of his, winked, and began pulling on my dick.  Quickly my breathing grew rapid as my heart beat faster.  His hand felt so good on me.  Pulling.  Oh, God.  Squeezing.  Yeah!  Tugging.  Oh, oh, fuck!   Driving me over the edge.  Oh, my God!  My body tensed as the incredible power came together across my body to center in my balls. 

“Oh!” I exclaimed in a shouted whisper.  My dick exploded with cum-bombs onto my abdomen up as high as my pecs.  Each drop scalded my torso as it fell.  I moaned and grunted with each shot until, at last, I was left with just a low moan deep in my throat and cum drying all over my body.

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Sunday morning was the typical rush as we all grabbed juice and a pastry – this week, my favorite, bear claws – before locking ourselves in our respective bathrooms to get ready for The Lord’s Day.  As usual, Roger and I sat together during Sunday School and church, although he wanted to sit by Kelsey Arno also.  I’d noticed him noticing her a little more lately so I wasn’t exactly surprised.  After church, we were invited to the Lumpkins’ house for Sunday dinner, but I managed to beg off saying I needed to study and go by the hospital.  Surprisingly, I got no push-back from Dad and was allowed to take Mom’s Caddy home while they went their way.

I made a ham sandwich and worked on a set of Calculus homework as I ate and for a while afterwards.  I had given up on that by 2:30, slipped into some tight sweats and a blue tee, grabbed a light jacket, and headed over to Tampa General to see my boyfriend. 

I found the Major and the Lieutenant in the yard outside the hospital, noticing once again how incredibly handsome and masculine they are whether they are in uniform or in street clothes.  This afternoon, Tony looked as if he was on vacation rather than just visiting his buddy who almost died a couple of days ago.  Michael also looked more relaxed than when I had seen him yesterday.  They told me they had been in to see “our favorite patient” earlier in the day and found him seeming to be more energetic and more like himself.  They were feeling more upbeat about Rafael’s condition and, of course, that made me feel more upbeat, too.

We all sat with Rafael for an hour or so as we all watched the Tampa Bay Buccaneers game on the little TV on his wall.  Eventually, Tony and Mike said their goodbyes and left me alone with Rafael.  He muted the game and we talked at some length about his expected recovery, which he thought would include a few weeks at home before he would return to base for some kind of temporary desk job until he could get cleared to fly again. 

I told him I would try to find a way to spend some time helping him at home.  He appeared to be a bit reluctant about me doing that and told me that I need to prioritize my studies as he could manage without me but that my learning had to be my top priority.

I was disappointed that he didn’t seem excited about having more time to spend together, but he assured me that he would love to see me, but not at the detriment to my education and future career.

A few minutes before 5, Nurse Cynthia, a rather no-nonsense gal about Mom’s age but without Mom’s glamour, suggested I needed to leave so Rafe could rest a little while before dinner.

“I’m scheduled to work until 7 tomorrow evening, so I’ll plan to drop by for a few minutes after I leave work,” I told him.

“That would be fine, but I think you ought to go on home to study tomorrow.  Come back in a couple of days, but don’t feel you ought to be here every day.”

“I want to see you often, just to be sure you’re okay.”

“The nurses and docs all say I’ll be okay eventually.  So, don’t be worried.  Just take care of your own situation and come see me when it’s really convenient.  That way, I won’t start worrying about you getting behind with your classes.  Okay?”

I nodded.  I couldn’t argue with his suggestion, since it was obviously for my own good.

I leaned across him to kiss him gently.  He grabbed the back of my head so he could hold my head in place for a somewhat more exciting kiss than a simple goodbye.   

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When I got home a little later, both Caddies were in the garage.  I came into the house, shouted out, “I’m home!” and started up the stairs towards my room.

From Dad’s office, he called out in his authoritarian tone.  “Eric!  In here, now!”

Fuck! I thought and not in a good way.

His door was cracked open so I pushed it gently open and peered in at him sitting behind his desk like some corporate executive or maybe the Chief of Police.

“Sir?” I enquired softly.

“Come in and shut the door,” he commanded.

My heart raced with fear as I complied.

When I was seated across the desk from him, he picked up the newspaper lying on his desk.  He flipped through a few pages, refolded the paper, and tossed it onto the desk facing me.

“Have you seen this interesting article?” he snipped, sarcasm dripping all around the office.

“No, sir,” I said as I looked down at the headline: “One Dead, One Seriously Injured in Friday Car Crash.”

I didn’t know what was about to jump out, but my fear almost made me freeze up.  I pulled the paper to me to scan it.

“The article identifies the injured man as one Rafael Otero Hamilton, a lieutenant at MacDill AFB.  This is your friend you sat up with all night?”

I couldn’t tell if he was asking me or accusing me.  I couldn’t think of any way out of the corner I was in.

“Uhm, yes, sir.  He is.”

“The one you told me was a friend from USF?”  He glared across at me.

I knew I was facing the lion in its own den.  “Yes, sir,” I answered contritely.

“That’s a bald-faced lie, isn’t it?”

Oh, God, I’m a dead man.  “Yes, sir.”

“I see.”  He rested his elbows on the desk and brought his fingertips together.  “And how did you become friends with a lieutenant?”

Trying to regain my composure, I thought for a moment.  “Well, he’s a frequent customer at Starbuck’s.”

“And you would go to the hospital for any customer?”

I shook my head, “No, sir.”

“What is there about Lt. Hamilton that makes you go to the hospital for him?”

Something inside me quietly snapped.  A surprising calm came over me.  Later I wondered if maybe God had spoken into my heart, “It’s time to be honest, my son.”

“Dad, it’s true that I have lied to you and Mom,” I said with unexpected conviction.  “I’ve done that to avoid a truth I believe will hurt all of us.  But I think now is the time for that truth, as Ecclesiastes 3 says, ‘a time to be silent and a time to speak.’  So, Dad I will speak my truth not to hurt you but to honor you and myself, too, actually.”

He had a strange look as if he were strangling.  “Go on,” he instructed.

“My truth is that Lt. Hamilton is my … boyfriend.”

For an instant his eyes went wide, then they narrowed.  He leaned back is if trying to distance himself from me.  He took a deep breath.  He leaned forward again putting his fingertips together.  Peering over his fingers with his patented you’re-going-to-burn stare, he said, “Words fail me.  I cannot describe how disappointed I am in you, Eric.”

How he was able to find a hint of sadness to put into this phrase was beyond my comprehension.  I stiffened my back in preparation for the attack I knew was building under this faux-kind exterior.  I hung my head and stared at my knees.

“it’s clear to me now that you are an unrepentant sinner, Eric.  You are an abomination unto God and, therefore, you are an abomination to me.”

My God, where was he going with this?

“Since you are unrepentant, there is only one thing I can do with you.”

To be continued...

Posted: 10/07/2022