Officers' Boy
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 31

The days that followed my expulsion from the Swenson home were quite busy as I attended my classes, studied intensely, worked at Starbucks, visited Rafael in the hospital, and provided occasional BJs and fucks to my benefactors.  Sylvia immediately increased my hours as much as I could handle with my busy school schedule, increasing my income by about $200 a month but it was still inadequate for me to fully support myself.  Over the Thanksgiving holidays I worked almost twice my normal amount, which did help.  Then I cut back for finals, so the increase was temporarily suspended. 

Rafael was released from the hospital after about 4 days but was not allowed to return to work right away.  I was at home as much as I could be to look after him but he refused to let me cut back at work or miss a class.  He became more independent each day but I was frustrated that I couldn’t do more to help him out.  Finally, he told me in no uncertain terms that he could do almost everything without harming himself and that my number one priority had to be my studies.  I knew he was actually telling the truth, so I backed off from trying to be his nursemaid.

Rafael’s mother did come to visit for a week right after he came home from the hospital.  While she was there, I worked a little extra and spent a little more time on campus, but she was a lovely Brazilian lady and spending time with her was quite special.  She also was a delight in the kitchen and all of us put on a couple of pounds that week.  Since Rafael considers himself bi rather than gay, he sees no need in coming out to her, so we all lived quietly and circumspectly.  I gave her my room since it was the most convenient arrangement.  That also meant I needed to bunk elsewhere each night, which facilitated me maintaining relationships with the other guys.  Rafael was not yet ready for sex anyhow.

When I got home from taking Rafael’s mother to the airport for her flight back to Denver, he called me to his room.  I found him naked except for the casts on his left arm and leg.  Standing up between his legs was an insistent-looking hardon, which he waved at me as I stood in the doorway.  “Get over here and suck this!” he said in a throaty voice.

Through a very wide grin, I answered, “Yes, sir!” as I smacked my lips and practically dove onto the bed.

Oh, his cock tasted so good in my mouth and felt so big in my throat!  It had been two weeks since his last orgasm and, believe me, he was ready for his next one.  I don’t think it took a full minute before he was holding my head down as he began pumping out an enormous load that filled my mouth twice with his special sauce.  Uhm, uhm, good!  As he filled me up with sperm, he practically jumped off the bed from the force of the orgasm within him.  I felt like I was blowing a bucking bronco when he came.

Rafael’s orgasmic scream was deafening and continuous.  He just screamed out “Oooohhh!” endlessly.  It almost sounded painful to me.  In a freaky way, I somehow managed to stay on him and not lose but a few drops of his massive flow.  With all his thrashing, I was a bit nervous that he might smash my head with his cast but, fortunately, he managed to avoid doing me harm.

When the screaming, creaming, and thrashing had subsided, I released my oral death-grip on his lovely penis and began to lick it to clean off any remaining juices.  He lay panting underneath me, shuddering from time to time as I licked his glans under the foreskin, sucked the oozings out of his piss-slit, and tongued off the residue along his shaft.  Finally, he spoke.

“Oh, stop, babe!”

I pulled off his spent cock.  “Why?” I asked.  “That was such fun!”

“Because it’s too sensitive.  I think it actually hurts when you touch it.”

“Wow,” I giggled.  I kissed the head which caused him to gasp and flinch.

I laughed as I crawled up his body for a kiss in which I shared some vestiges of his load.  He wasn’t big on eating cum, even his own, but he didn’t freak out or refuse either.  I fed him a few drops through our kiss then lay my head on his shoulder.  He cupped his good right arm around my back and said, “Thanks, sweetie, I really needed that.”

“Obviously!” 

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Christmas of 2014 was the most unique Christmas of my life and in many ways the most enjoyable one ever.  I was finally an adult, at least to my new family of choice and my friends.  I was in a surprisingly upbeat mood since I had gotten only one B (Chemistry I) and the rest A’s in my initial semester at USF.  Thanks to the hunky Fahad, the TA in Calculus, I even pulled an A in that course.

My guys treated me, Roger, and Donovan to a celebratory dinner when Donovan got home from Asheville in mid-December.  Tony told us to “dress up” but didn’t tell us we were going to eat at Bern’s Steakhouse, a posh old restaurant with an impeccable reputation.

When Michael came across the hall to check on me, I would have creamed my jeans but instead of jeans I was wearing a suit I had retrieved from my old home one Sunday morning when I knew no one would be there.  Luckily, Dad had not changed the locks.  I suspect he did the next week, but I took nothing except the rest of my stuff and a can of Coca Cola.

Anyhow, seeing the guys in dressy “civilian” clothes gave their masculine beauty a slightly different vibe which I found most intriguing.

Rafael still had casts on his leg and arm, but he did manage a flowing Hawaiian shirt that he could get his arm through.  He snuggled under a lap blanket in the car but braved the cool night to hobble into the restaurant in his summer-weight, short-sleeve shirt.  For pants he had to be content with black sweats that were baggy enough to fit over the cast on his leg.  Overall, he got an A for effort but looked a little pathetic, though marvelously handsome.  I rather enjoyed being his support as we walked into the posh eatery.

Robert was sexy in a coat that blended maroon, black, white, and grey threads worn over blue and brown plaid pants.  He wore a dark blue cable-knit sweater underneath, managing to be trendy and dressy and casual all at the same time.  I needed to study his style a bit.

I paired a medium blue suit with a canary yellow shirt and a dark blue tie, which seemed to work well if the officers’ reactions were taken seriously.  Yellow and blue seem to be good colors for me with my blonde hair and blue eyes.

When Roger and Donovan arrived, they looked great, as always.  Roger wore the khaki-colored suit I’d seen a few times at church.  Underneath was a Kelly-green shirt and a gold tie with Kelly-green polka dots.  I’m confident that he made all my officers want to do him if he was only interested in them.  Donovan played off his blue eyes and black hair with an Italian cut black suit with a satiny finish over a plunging vee-neck silk sweater in a somewhat shocking shade of aquamarine.  He whispered he had gotten a lot of fashion tips during his orientation to the club for men in Asheville.

Anthony chose a simple grey suit with a dashing purple shirt and no tie.  Somehow that suit seemed to brighten his salt and pepper hair so that he glowed like the silver fox he is.  He might be twice my age, but he was one sexy, hot dude to me.  When he came into the living room and saw us all, he just stopped and stared.  No one breathed as he looked each one up and down in turn.  When he had checked all 6 of us, he grinned and we all took a breath.  “Damn,” he teased, “you look like a male model convention.”

I agreed with Tony.  Everyone looked hot, even Rafael with his casts.  It was quite the statement to be out in public with this group of special men.  We had chosen a Sunday night for our celebration in hopes the restaurant would be less crowded, but it was almost completely full anyway.  We had a spectacular dinner with mouthwatering steaks, huge baked potatoes with all the possible trimmings, several side dishes of vegetables, giant salads, etc.  One thing I thought really cool was that no one had any liquor since Roger and Donovan and I couldn’t drink in public. 

Although our dinners were filling and marvelously tasty, Anthony insisted we have dessert.  Our sexy waiter Trent escorted us to the upstairs “dessert room” (thank God they had an elevator for Rafael) where we were given a small room with a table for 6 plus a seventh chair.  We didn’t mind skootching together in order to fit.  We ordered slices of luscious cakes and pies, a couple of sundaes, and a couple of fruit tarts that were shared between us all.  It was highly decadent and I chuckled when I thought that Dad would have pointed out the consequences of the sin of gluttony.

My young friends and my more mature friends got along famously and I’m pretty sure it was the most fun not involving cocks and asses any of us had had in a long time.  At the end of it all, Tony tossed out his American Express card to cover the whole tab.  I couldn’t even imagine the total but Tony didn’t flinch a bit.  Later Rafael told me privately that Tony had explained to them that this was an early Christmas gift for all of us.

Throughout the evening, I noticed rich old ladies and young men eyeing us much like they looked at their steaks.  All the staff seemed to take notice of us and Trent seemed a little enamored of all the beauty at our table, especially of the stunning Lieutenant Keller (Michael).  Quietly, Robert and Rafael teased him that he should get the guy’s phone number but Mike politely declined.  At dinner the next night, he told us that he is not looking for any “stray stuff, thank-you-very-much,” since he is fully satisfied with me and the officers.  That made me feel good, very good.

To be continued...

Posted: 10/28/2022