Chapter Twenty-One

Frederick

 

At around 10:30 PM, I hear something from outside my house that makes my heart jump into my throat and stomach sink into my feet. I hear a car engine and wheels grinding against gravel and dust, rolling over the concrete on my driveway.

I hear the engine turn off and a car door open and close.

While skittering to the window, I dread, but also need to look out to see who it is. Please don’t let it be Captain Stern. Please don’t let it be him or any of the officers loyal to him! As stupid as this sounds, I’m actually afraid of this. I heard from others who’ve worked under him — other officers, one in particular named William Wisely — that he did show up at his mom’s house to threaten and rough him up a bit while she was out of town.

I swallow, feeling like if I don’t I’ll throw up. If it is him, and if I am beaten up in my house there’s no way I’m going to press further charges. If I do, he might just kill me. After my run in with him today I’m not sure he has limits or any sense of propriety. All it comes down to for him in the end is getting what he wants. Not about all the evidence he leaves behind, or what kind of impression he leaves on others. He doesn’t care, and that’s scary as fuck.  Fucking terrifying actually.

Luckily for me — and my nose, heart and stomach — the figure I see walking up to the front door isn’t Captain Stern. The face illuminated in the motion sensitive porch light is Captain Gibson’s! And he looks happy, overjoyed even. Without seeing me yet, I notice his face smiling from ear to ear, while walking with a bounce to his step.

Moving away from my hiding place at the window I jog to my front door, unlock and open it wide for my favorite man in the world.

“Captain,” I say, “what a nice surprise to see you on my front doorstep.” Now I’m the one with a bounce to my step. And more joy in my voice than I ever thought. Then Captain Gibson frowns a little when he sees me, losing some of his joy.

“What?” I ask, feeling my heart sink. “Why are you frowning like that? You were smiling just a moment ago.”

Captain Gibson bows his head.

“I’ve been a jerk to you, Frederick. I’ve been a horrible man and even worse boyfriend,” he says. He looks at me in earnest.

“If I’ve even earned the right to call you that, my sweet boy.”

Boyfriend? I hate to feel it — hate to admit it — but my heart floats away at this, and my knees weaken even though I don’t show it. I don’t give anything away. Oh, my God! He just called me his boyfriend!

Despite my ‘swimming in cloud-nine head,’ Captain Gibson looks saddened and somewhat guilty.

“I’m sorry for the way that I snapped at you before, having to do with the charges you brought against me. I realize it was much more complicated when you said that you had a lack of courage and loyalty toward me— because you couldn’t just find a way to ‘fix things.’ But now I realize that it was much more complicated than that. It must have been much more frightening for you than anything I ever could’ve imagined.”

He meets my eyes and walks up to me, grabbing, then squeezing my hands.

“My lawyer and her husband were able to track down some fellow officers who are currently serving under Captain Stern. He convinced them to open up about what Captain Stern has really been doing to them… and to you.” Here, Captain Gibson appears teary eyed.

“Due to their testimony, I think we’ll finally be able to get Captain Stern out of the Navy and out of his position of power. Over anyone, including you. And you my dear boy, out of any threat of false statement charges pressed against you by him… in retaliation or anything else.”

Hearing these words I reach out and hug him, crying out in relief and happiness.

“Oh my God! Really?!”

“Really, Frederick, really!” Even with his mouth on my shoulder and neck, his happiness and joy is audible.

“We’re all in the clear now save for going to court to fight this monster and get him on his horrendous cruelty. I hope this bastard never sees the light of day again, let alone serve in the Navy!”

I giggle loudly, while happily dragging him with me toward the house.

“Come inside with me,” I say. “Come have a drink!”

As we get into the house I feel my heart begin to flutter in my chest and my brain moving a mile a minute.

“Then I’ll make us some dinner and we can do whatever you would like after that.” “Whatever you would like,” conjures images in my head of some more alone time. More sex. Maybe even getting to fuck each other throughout the night and into the morning— without either of us having to go anywhere or do anything. We’ll finally be able to sleep with each other like actual lovers or boyfriends, not criminals!

In my living room I settle him down on my best, most comfy couch. At first I intend to just fluff some pillows around and put them behind his back, but I end up leaning in and kissing him full on the mouth. It’s just like the first night we slept together but even better. When I come up from my kiss, Captain Gibson murmurs.

“I really did miss you and I’m sorry for anything I’ve ever said to hurt or push you away.”

I kiss him lightly on the lips, and just then decide to lean in for another big one anyway.

“I missed you too, Captain.”

“Ethan,” he sighs, leaning up and into my lips this time.

“You can call me Ethan. I’m your boyfriend now, not your Captain.”

“Ethan,” I say, deciding to straddle his legs and wrap my arms around his neck. “God, I love that name, it’s so— You.”

Ethan just chuckles, kissing my cheeks and then my neck.

“So, can I start calling you Freddie then?” He grabs me around my waist, bringing me closer, and hugs me. “How about Freddie Teddy?”

I giggle at how dumb but sweet the name is.

“You can call me anything you like, Ethan,” I whisper, grinding myself against his knee a little.

“As long as you don’t say anything about me being too young for you anymore, I’ll be your Freddie Teddy.”

Ethan’s rough and steady hand comes to my shoulder, then runs its way down my back and into the back of my tan jeans. From there his fingers find their way into my underwear to cup and squeeze my ass. Unexpectedly I let out a moan, but don’t feel embarrassed about it.

Ethan squeezes it a bit harder.

“That’s good, because I like to squeeze my teddies hard you know.”

I give him a wide, peaceful smile.

“I’m not surprised.” I lean in to kiss him again.

“But I’m so glad you’re not mad at me anymore.”

Ethan puts his other hand down my pants and around my other ass cheek. With both hands clamped there, he scoots me forward onto him, grinding upward and letting me feel his penis. It’s stiffening and lengthening in his pants and mine is rising to meet his as well.

“I’m sorry that I was mean and unkind to you, Freddie,” whispers Ethan. “It doesn’t reflect how I feel. I’m crazy about you and love you more than I thought was possible to love another human being. I have felt lonely and incomplete without you Freddie. Without you I feel like I’m missing the best part of me.”

Tears spring to my eyes at these words. I thought that maybe I was the only one who felt that way. I was afraid I was being childish or immature for having these kinds of thoughts.

I’m now overwhelmed by tears.

“I do, too, Ethan. I love you so much, and I too feel incomplete and lonely without you. I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

I smile tearfully, kissing him just as tenderly.

“Now, how about that drink, boyfriend?”

With that, I get up off his lap and head toward the kitchen.

“Sure, Freddie,” says Ethan.

“I’ll have a drink, but then I want to have you.” He smiles, letting me feel his arousal. His amorous aura.

“All night. No interruptions.”

I stick my tongue out at him, turn and lower my pants as I saunter into the kitchen.

“Happy to oblige, boyfriend of mine.” I don’t say anything else after that. I just swish myself into the kitchen making him look at my ass the whole way.

 

***

After a couple of glasses of wine, I drag Ethan into my bedroom. I’ve taken him out of his clothes, and practically ripped off mine. Now I have him down on the bed, positioned so I can ride his dick while kneeling. It’s a bit like a reverse cowboy that straight couples do, but with my ass riding him instead of a pussy.

So far, Ethan seems to be really enjoying it. He keeps fiddling with my asshole, teasing the rim with his fingers.

“If you’re going to finger me Ethan, I’m going to put you on lube duty,” I say breathlessly.

Without reply, I hear Ethan grab the lube from one of my dresser drawers — somehow he’s found it right away instead of having to look around for it. He uncaps it and squeezes a good amount onto his fingers. In another second I get to appreciate the good amount it is. He lathers it all over my cheeks, my crack, and finally my hole. My greedy, devious hole, anxious for a taste of his fingers.

I moan and wiggle with each penetration, each successive lubing of my rim and hole. It’s so devilishly pleasurable that I don’t even notice when I start to ride him in earnest. I treat his fingers like ten tiny cocks rather than waiting for his big boy. Ethan twists his fingers and wriggles them around inside, seeming to enjoy my impatient impaling of his digits.

Unfortunately this ride ends for me with Ethan saying: “You are more than ready by now, my boy. Go ahead and put yourself down on me.”

I don’t wait. I lower myself toward him, adjusting slightly as I feel his firm , straight penis rubbing against me, bending against my movements like an antenna. Finally, I manage to get it positioned right... get the head right where I want it… right on my rim. Feeling the exciting caress of his silky head I lower myself on it…pushing down slowly and forcing my hips and ass toward his balls... then his pubic hair, which I can’t wait to feel pressed up against me.

Ethan and I gasp at the same moment, then groan.

I squeal as I feel his hands come on to my hips and waist, and steadily pull me toward him. Into him, penetrating even more. With him guiding me in this way, I settle into a slow rhythm at first, moving myself up and down the length of him... his thick and firm cock. With each motion up and down, Ethan and I pant, which then turns into a growl.

I shiver, feeling a particularly deep thrust fill my stomach with a delightfully queasy sensation. “Ooooh,” I murmur, “what was that?”

Ethan just chuckles and brings me up and down on him again. Grunts as he does, sending another shiver and delightfully sour shock through me. Again, I squeal in delight and surprise, at the deep pleasure this pulsation makes me feel. More surprising than that is the fact that these thrusts are so powerful, that they’re actually making my penis more engorged. Taller and releasing precum without touching it or any amount of stroking. I’ve never had that happen before.

Now we're  going faster, rougher… but I don’t mind. Not in the least. With Ethan guiding me up and down the length of his member, I’m feeling high. Floaty. I hear and feel my ass slapping against his legs, his balls, and it drives me fucking crazy. I don’t know why, but the jelly-like squish of his balls when they come in contact with my ass — that makes me wild. Hungry enough to demand a faster rougher speed.

Which I get in the next second, without a word.

Under this new rhythm and speed, and the fact that Ethan is still creating those pleasurable shockwaves through my ass and balls by the way he penetrates me — by the way he stimulates a deep part of my chute — I’m quickly feeling feverish. Almost delirious and like I’m ready to throw up and cum at the same time with how tingly and lightheaded everything feels.

Ethan and I are breathing crazy-fast now and practically wheezing, gulping down air and tender moments.

Bam, bam, bam! That’s the only sound aside from our breathing and the headboard getting knocked around against the wall, not just my ass on his legs.

Somewhere in this I feel my balls constrict and my penis and head begin to throb… lurch as if shocked by electricity. Thrown into motion. I look down at it briefly through my lusty haze, and see more precum begin to ease its way out of my dick hole. But in the next second I feel something even more amazing.

In a matter of seconds I’m suddenly overcome by the strongest, quickest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. In the blink of an eye I see and feel my cock stiffen, and then begin to pump, shooting pool after pool, squirt after squirt of warm cum into the air. And I’m not even touching! Not even rubbing!

It’s just happening in time with Ethan’s deep thrusting, like I’m the fountain and he’s the air pump!

I scream in pleasure and surprise feeling how much sensation — just how much fire and warmth is coursing through me. Just as this scream has almost cleared my throat entirely, Ethan thrusts me down on him one final time. As he does, I feel him release his full load into me, preceded by deep, successive groans. Into every inch of my happy, well-fucked ass.

I slump forward while Ethan’s spent, but still-hard dick pops out of me. His hand slipping from my hips and waist a moment later, as he’s overcome by his own exhaustion and blissful relief.

We stay in this position for a long time, neither of us caring how it would look to anyone on the outside. In the coming weeks, we’ll have to embody this more than we ever have in our lives.

So, we might as well start now.