Chapter Eight

Ethan

 

For the first lightning-fast, hot-and-heavy seconds, I’m in disbelief about what’s happening: Frederick’s lips are on mine with his tongue pressing and sucking deeply. What’s even more surprising than that is the fact that I’m pulling him closer. Bringing my hand up to his neck — the bit that isn’t covered up by the collar of his suit — and pushing him closer to me. I’m holding him in place, drawing him in closer while his tongue pushes its way further and deeper into my mouth. For a few moments I’m lost within it and giving myself over to the deepest most real kiss I have ever had (the first and only one I’ve had with a guy).

I know I shouldn’t do this... I can’t do it. Not just because I’m his superior and it’s really wrong, and particularly not when I’ve already had serious charges brought against me involving just such a scenario.              And the most obvious reason of them all is Frederick. I push back on him and tell him to stop. He looks at me, stunned.

“Wait, no…wha…why?” His face is crestfallen. And at that moment I feel terrible. Terrible because I stopped and terrible because I started to begin with.

“Fuck it then, I’m going to go. What did I expect?” he begins to head towards the front door.

“Frederick, please don’t go, please sit down. OK?” I run up to him and place my hand on his arm and look him in the eyes. “Listen, I like you Frederick. And that kiss was…unbelievable. But I don’t know if I could live with myself if I took advantage of you right now, with all that has happened. The charges against me, your past abuse. It doesn’t seem like the right thing to do.”

“But I want it Captain, I want to be with you, I…”  he says in a pleading tone. I motion him to the sofa and he agrees to sit down.

“I wanted you when you came to the barracks and into my safe room. I’m attracted to you, I think you’re hot.”

“Well, I’m flattered, and I think you are smoking hot too. It’s just…” He cuts me off.

“Then what’s the problem? We both like each other— I’ll be fine. You don’t get it do you? I trust you Captain. You’re not like the other assholes I’ve been with. You’re sweet and kind. And gentle. I feel safe with you. Do you understand? I know that I made a horrible mistake identifying you…I know it wasn’t you who did those things to me. I’ve always looked up to you— always— you’ve been like, almost a father figure to me. And I know you aren’t capable of hurting me. I just know it.”

I sit and ponder what he’s saying. I believe Frederick when he says that he trusts me. I know that I’ve never harmed him and never would. I always thought of him as a sweet kid, yes a little moody but I always found that endearing about him.

“And I’ve really come to realize that I have the hots for you Captain. Like big time. Really big.”

Against my better judgment I begin to relax to the idea that there’s a mutual attraction between us. Now I try to resist but cannot keep my eyes off of his body. It really fills out underneath his uniform and I particularly notice his thighs that look meaty underneath his trousers. His upper body looks buff too, like he spends time on it at the gym. I’ve noticed his body many times before but quickly let go of any sexual thoughts I had being his Captain. But now I’m beginning to get aroused by his muscular frame and can no longer hold back the thoughts I’m having about him.

Frederick keeps staring at me, waiting for my next reaction, my next words. But I suddenly have nothing to say. I look directly into his eyes now and just let out a small smile. I give a half-assed shrug while we’re still staring into each other’s eyes, seconds ticking away. A quiet sort of tension fills the room and my heart is now skipping beats. Something has enveloped my entire being and it’s a feeling unlike anything I’d ever experienced—with anyone before. It’s a mixture of lust and trepidation all wrapped into one agonizing few moments. And a little panic thrown in to boot.

Frederick smiles widely back at me and once again darts towards my mouth and begins sticking his tongue in it and down my throat. I knew that I was past the point of no return. My dick was already hard from staring at him the last few minutes. I suddenly give myself over to him, losing all control.

As we begin passionately kissing I feel Frederick’s hand bump against my erection and search for my zipper. He withdraws from my mouth for a second and uses both of his hands and quickly and methodically undoes my zipper, grabbing underneath my underwear and pulling out my cock. My heart is beating wildly now. A surge of electricity jolts through my body when he lays his hand on my dick and begins to slowly stroke it.

I then begin to undo Frederick’s zipper as I can see he’s begging to be released. As I  feel his bulge pop out of his pants I’m surprised at his fully erect size. He looks to be about nine inches in length and a sizeable girth as well. I wonder what that monster would feel like up my ass. I shudder at the thought but at the same time I think I’d love it. I stroke it, enjoying its strength and courageous curve. The soft bulge of muscle, and the gentle slick of his shiny, excited head. From under my lips, I hear Frederick moan and pant at my touch. In that sound, I feel what he does: a longing so old and powerful, that he’d almost given up on having it, on experiencing it. The sound is sweet and sorrowful; succulent and indulged.

He’s lucky I like noise, because in response to this, I stroke him more. I move my fingers up and around his head, the foreskin that’s now pulled all the way back and fully exposing the shiny head. The way I move, it’s like I’m a bladeless pocketknife, and he’s the piece of wood I’ve decided to shape. To these light and swooping strokes on his penis, Frederick moans even more. He actually begins to shiver a bit as we move closer to the cushions. Then I stop.

“Let’s get out of these fucked up uniforms,” I say. Frederick lays back and I push his pants all the way down first removing his shoes. Then he rips off his shirt and undershirt while I stand up and remove all of my clothes.

I’m so hungry now for Frederick’s cock in my mouth but decide this isn’t the place I want to do it.

“Let’s head to the bedroom.” I say and he shakes his head approvingly.

Frederick jumps onto the bed with his dick flopping back and forth as he falls backward. I’ve dreamt, fantasized and jacked off to having a man’s cock in my mouth more times than I can count. I’ve looked for pictures of male porn stars online and imagined what it would feel like with my mouth on a man’s dick, sucking slowly then going all the way down. I cannot contain myself seeing Frederick’s naked body in the flesh and he’s lying there just waiting. Waiting for me.

“Hey Captain.” Frederick says with an impish grin. It wasn’t a question but just a statement, an acknowledgment more in the vein of ‘hey you.’ He’s so fucking sexy I can’t stand it. Our eyes meet briefly, then mine travel down his defined chest and protruding pecs, to his rock hard abs and then down to my prize. I begin by kneeling on the bed and thrusting Frederick’s body towards mine. Then I slowly lower my head and make my way down and lightly stroke the head of his now throbbing cock with the tip of my tongue. He lets out a soft moan that sets me off the charts.

I’m now stroking my own dick with my left hand, while my mouth works on the bulbous head of Frederick’s dick. Slowly and gently, I then place my entire mouth over the head and leave it there, my tongue and all my senses experiencing the warmth, texture and soft yet firm roundness. I move my tongue in circles as I’m sucking the head before going down. Slowly, I take in every hard inch, one by one working my way down. Once I’m all the way near Frederick’s shaft I stay for a few seconds feeling my mouth encased with this beautiful specimen of a penis. I slowly make my way back to the top, then repeat. I hear Frederick’s moans grow louder, the faster I move up and down.

I don’t even realize how fast I’m stroking my own dick until I feel my balls constrict and notice the beginnings of an orgasm. I look down and see a generous amount of pre cum at the tip of my dick so I slow down the speed on my hand and concentrate on the beautiful sight that’s in front of me. But I don’t want to cum or Frederick to either yet, so I stop. Even though I could stay here all night doing this. I then look up toward Frederick.

“Is there something wrong,” he asks quizzically, and concerned.

“Not at all, not a thing.” I then get up and lay next to him so we’re side by side facing each other. My eyes meet his in the next second, and as they do, I’m struck with how bright and beautiful his are. What a rare shade of green they are. They actually look like they’re glowing. Like they have candlelight behind them, with how much sparkle and purity is in that green. Like jade, or some other precious stone. Coupled with his gorgeous, slightly wavy hair and pale skin, I almost can’t breathe, he’s so perfect.

“Tonight, you are mine,” I tell him.

My logical mind has no idea what I meant by that, or why I’m even bothering to say such a thing, given the circumstances, but it just comes out. Seeming like the only thing fitting for where we are now.

“I’m going to have you,” I add. “I’ll be gentle, since I don’t know how used you are to…” I let my voice trail off, knowing he knows what I mean. Anal penetration. After all, I’m living proof that a man can be gay, and be that way since birth, but have no experience in receiving.

“I’m fine,” he says breathlessly. Quietly. “I’m used to it. Both ends. Whatever you want Captain, you can have.”

Again, the logical, responsible part of myself doesn’t like how easily he seems to be willing to submit to me. How unquestioning he seems to be with my stated purpose for him and for tonight. Not wanting to be any more irresponsible than I probably already am, I broach a delicate subject.

“Frederick have you been tested for…you kn..” and before I can finish my question.

“Yes Captain, just last month. I’m negative. You?”

I have to laugh at this question. If he only knew how much of a ‘virgin with men’ that I am, he probably wouldn’t have asked. But since I cannot technically call myself a virgin, I too have been tested.

“Yes, me too.”

With that out of the way we begin to kiss, slow at first and then passionately with our tongues exploring each other. It doesn’t take long before we’re both stone hard erect again and now horny as fuck.

I grab a large bottle of massage oil from my bed stand. The oil has a faint coconut and almond scent to it, and is something I use for my overall skin health as well as personal pleasure. Popping the top on the bottle, I don’t bother to put any in my hand. I just drizzle it over the head of my penis. We both watch the lubricant ooze down me, and drip off my shaft at different points. I let him watch as beads of the clear, perfumed liquid collect and then drop off my exposed balls.

I do this soundly, allowing lubricant to flow down me for at least one half to one full minute, before motioning for him to turn around. Present his backside to me. He does, staying closer to the bed than I would like. So I pull him closer with one hand, and start dousing his tailbone area and round, youthful ass cheeks in the body oil.

Frederick tenses — shivers momentarily as it touches him — but doesn’t make any noise. I go to pull away. Instead, he does something that surprises me. He bends over more, and spreads his cheeks for me. Widens the path to his small, tight hole. It puckers softly at me, at the almond and coconut scented oil spilling in, over and around it.

He wiggles a bit, making the slick, shining river run down the length of his asscrack. His hole trembles under the movement, enticing me. It takes every bit of self-control not to start “testing him out” — teasing him with my head in the smallest bit of him — but I manage. Since his ‘consent’ issues are never far from my mind, I make it my mission to make sure I always have his, no matter if I’m on top or not.

“I’m going to start with a finger or two and then put my penis in you, Frederick,” I say, unable to keep the excited tremble from those words, or from my cock. It’s shaking like a puppy having to sit so close to his luscious, round ass. Actually bobbing up and down, the blood flow, nerve endings and skin eager for contact and touch. After gently feeling my fingers explore his tight warm hole I ask.

“Are you ready for me?”

Frederick nods, letting out what I hear is a very shaky breath.

With that consent, I lean forward, inch my head closer to his hole. The one he’s still dutifully keeping his cheeks spread for me. As I feel his rim reach out and grab me, I say, “I’m going to try to be as gentle with you as I can, but”— I want to say ’I’ve never done a full session of anal sex before, so I might lose myself to a barbaric rhythm’ but I can’t, I don’t, so I say — “you tell me if I’m doing too much. Tell me if I am hurting you. Though I should have put in enough lube.”

This word “lube” doesn’t come out of me as an actual word. More like a sigh. More like a groan. In that moment, my cock just slid right in to him. Pressed right into him, like ice cream out of a soft serve machine. With nothing more than the barest move on my part, my shaft’s pretty well buried in him. More than halfway, even though I only intended to move a few inches. In my head, I only intended to let him have my head to contend with for a minute. But he’s got at least twice that in him. “Oh, God, sorry.”

Frederick sucks in a breath. Moans in a weak, frayed way as if even the barest level of sound is too much to do right now.

“Don’t be sorry. Keep going, Captain. I’m okay.” Hearing him call me Captain in the position he’s in, arouses me even further, if that’s at all possible.

Again, with just the barest motion forward, I feel the rest of my dick slide into him. Rush into the wall of him — the furthest I can physically go — and I gasp, louder than I expected to. I always figured I would feel “hugged” with my cock up another man’s ass, but it’s so much beyond that. So much clingier. Sticky. Warm. All-encompassing, like I don’t even have a cock of my own, just an extension of Frederick. But it’s not frightening. If anything, it’s exhilarating.

Without a second thought to our rank difference, the charges I had leveled against me as of this morning or troubled past my lawyer insists this boy has— I proceed to fuck him. Slow at first, but quickly faster and faster. In a matter of seconds, I’ve escalated my thrusting to something I’ve only imagined doing to another man: penetrating him so fast and deep that my hips and stomach actually slap in to his ass. Which is exactly what’s happening now. Slap, slap, slap!, is the only sound in the room, aside from my heart beating, and Frederick’s moans. His cries of, “oh, oh, ooh, ooh!”

My one and only focus right now is experiencing the intensity of my pleasure — my obsession with how warm and slick and stiff I’m feeling, even from inside his plump, greedy ass. I remember to ask whether I’m going too hard or fast. Hurting him in any way.

“No,” groans Frederick when I ask him.

I see the comforters on my bed crawl toward him. Bunch up around him, and I know he’s gripping the sheets. The comforter too.

“Fine. I’m fine,” he adds, going from a groan to a happy whimper. “So peachy!”

I smile. How cute, I think, and here I thought no one said that anymore.

“Do you want more?” I ask, not afraid to let him hear the hot growl in my voice. My ragged breathing.

“If you have more, give it to me,” he answers.

So I do. I reach around with the hand closest to him and grab his cock. Grab his warm and throbbing shaft, and began to pump the skin back and forth. After a few initial strokes, I notice how dry it is compared to the rest of him. So I stop, bring the hand back around to where I’m still filling him with my dick, and pick up some of the leftover lube I find hanging like dew from his balls. Under the gentle touch of my fingers, his balls tense. Suck up into themselves, but after a few seconds of searching and massaging, I leave them for his shaft again.

Freshly lubed, my hand moves much more smoothly and easily over his length. Something I know Frederick appreciates, by how much he begins to tremble and flinch under this attention. How much more he begins to voice shaking groans and breathy whimpers. He’s even begun to say.

“Captain, please,” over and over again.

But initially I’m too consumed with stroking off his cock, and matching my thrusts in his ass with them to answer. But I do eventually. Just as I start to feel my penis pulse. Throb with oncoming semen. My balls have just started to mix up the concoction, and are now planning to shoot it up through me and into Frederick.

“Captain please what?” I ask him.

Uttering these words, I stroke Frederick’s dick harder. Faster. In shorter, more intense movements.

Frederick cries out in pleasure and surprise. Through my hand, I can start to feel him posting as well, tensing, filling with extra heat and fluid. But his cries of pleasure and surprise doesn’t stop me. I continue to stroke him quick and fast. With my free hand, I grab the ass cheek that’s not obscured by me and pinch it. Pull at it, giving him a few rough and deep thrusts.

“Captain please what?” I ask again.

This time, Frederick answers me.

“Please fuck me as hard as you can Captain.” He sucks in another breath, and I understand why. He’s starting to come. His penis surges under my fingers, donning them with the first bits of precum.  “Grab my ass! Pinch it!”

I listen to him, continuing my pumping of his cock. As I do, I’m rewarded with more than precum. Actual cum begins to splash and dribble onto my fingers, making my hands even sleeker. Even warmer than they already were.

“Fuck me hard! Please! While I still have a little bit…” Whatever he was going to say, it’s cut off by a scream. A happy, slightly tortured one. With that scream, I feel a stream of cum rocket outward. Over my fingers and between them, shooting in successive thrusts.

And that’s the last of it. With Frederick relieved on one end of our equation, I take that hand away and put it on his hip. At that point, I give him what he asked for. A hard, merciless fucking. Although my cock is going in and out as fast and as deep as it can, it doesn’t last long. Between the happy screams in between my ears from Frederick and the memory I still have of him cumming in my hand— not to mention my own virginity when it comes to fucking an actual asshole, on a young guy as beautiful as Frederick— I come shortly after him, pronouncing it out loud.

I pull out as quickly as I can but it still isn’t fast enough to not get any of my semen in or on him. Quite a bit ends up at the edge of his hole, where it dribbles out in the following seconds. More of it ends up on his glorious cheeks, which are now red from where I was holding and pinching him.

Using my hands to finish myself off, I release the last bits of semen and hunger I have stored in me, and then set to the task of cleaning up. Myself, and then Frederick. It doesn’t happen immediately though, as I need a moment to catch my breath. A moment to check in with Frederick to make sure he’s okay, after everything.

After confirming he is, I do the next logical thing. I offer that Frederick take a shower with me, but he declines. Instead he settles for getting comfortable in my bed, but not before putting his underwear back on.

I leave him to his own devices, saying that I will be showering. Getting clean, before getting in bed next to him, since this is still my bed, after all.

He raises no objections, so I head for the shower.

Some people say that being in the shower is where you come up with your best ideas.

Unfortunately for me, this doesn’t hold true. The shower seems to be where I have my worst ideas. The realization that I’ve just fucked Frederick — the young man accusing me of sexual misconduct — and in my own home!

Not one of my brightest ideas, I think, letting the hot water wash what’s left of my semen down the drain. But I hate to admit, for my very first time Frederick was perfect, and… I’d do it again, if given the chance. His eyes and lips hang in my memory, tempting me to do just that. Tonight. You know how sexy you are, don’t you Frederick? You must, to come over here like this knowing how irresistible you are. Even for me —your Captain.