The Cove

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In the previous chapters…

Gerry's heterosexual inclinations and his inhibitions make it hard for him having sex with Rowan, despite the sheer love he feels for him. Kale goes back to Hawaii to pay a visit to his dying father, though afraid to be rejected again. During a fishing trip, Stewart feels overshadowed by Barry's sexual prowess, but Rick finds the right words to make things straight. Chayton misuses the ancient power of his people and hurts LaShawn, causing Jorell's wrath.

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Synopsys

Kale meets his second cousin Laniakea and then goes back to his home village, where he has a heartbreaking talk with his father. Chayton proves to be more man than his irate master Wahkan thought. Barry, Stewart and Rick bring their fishing trip to an unforgettable end. [⏳: 27’]

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~ Cast of Characters: the “Who’s Who” of the Cove!
~ Floor Plan of the Cove
~ Book 01: Chapters 1-4 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 4 – HAWAII ≈

~ Laniakea ~

When Kale exited to the arrivals hall, he looked around, trying to spot his cousin, but he didn’t recognize any of the faces in the hall, and started thinking that maybe there had been a misunderstanding. But suddenly, in the middle of the crowd, a good-looking guy with a massive frame and a dazzling smile that could win anyone’s heart raised his arm, waving at him. “Kale Ali'ikai!” – he joyfully exclaimed, running to him and holding him tight in a breathtaking bear hug. “Laniakea??” – Kale replied, recoiling, barely recognizing the shy, skinny boy he once knew into that big tanned guy whose beefy body filled his cloths in such a nice way.

“Aloha, Kale Ali'ikai! Welcome back home! It’s so nice to see you again!” – Laniakea said with passion, sincerely happy to meet his older second cousin. Kale smiled wide, and hugged him again. Then recoiled and said: “Please drop the middle name, I never use it. Or I’d have to call you ‘Laniakea Nani kōkī”, and by the time I’m done, you would be already gone!”

They laughed heartily, and then Kale looked more attentively at Laniakea and added: “…though I have to admit that your middle name ‘Nani kōkī’, fits you perfectly. ‘Supremely beautiful’, very appropriate!”

“Oh, come on! Have you come from far away to make fun of me?” – Laniakea joked, while a light blush appeared on his tanned cheeks, and Kale instantly knew that he had made the right choice, asking to Laniakea to come pick him up: his friendly attitude and his sincere smile were already soothing his anxiety.

It was dinner time, and they went to a nice restaurant in the town center, a place that Kale remembered from his youthful years. They talked a lot, drank, laughed and joked, and not a word was said about the serious reasons that had brought Kale back home. That night was their personal escapade, and there was no room for serious talk.

It was quite late when they came out of the restaurant, feeling their head light for the many laughs and the many beers. Laniakea climbed on the driver’s seat of his old truck and said: “Come, I’m driving you home!”

“Don’t take it personal, Laniakea” – Kale replied, faking, but only in part, a sudden fear – “but I’m not going to travel fifty miles of sharp bends and single-lane bridges overhanging steep cliffs in the dark and with a drunk driver! No, seriously, cousin, let’s stay here for the night, I’m not… too eager to arrive at Hana, anyway, and I prefer to do that in the morning. Don’t worry, I’m paying both the hotel rooms, you’ve already been too kind to come here to pick me up.”

“Ok, I’m not that confident to drive that treacherous road to Hana right now, either” – Laniakea replied – “but I don’t want you to waste your money: either I pay my own room, or we take a double room”.

“Then double room it is, as long as you let me pay for it!” – Kale agreed. They found a nice and not too expensive accommodation, and in a short while they were in their room. It was clean and tidy and there were two separate beds as requested, but the cooler was out of order. They felt both very tired and a bit dizzy, and the night wasn’t too hot, so they just stripped to their underwear and lay on their beds, on top of the bedsheets.

Kale looked sideways at his cousin, almost naked, and found him very attractive; he was muscular, but not the way he was used to see in California, gym-pumped bulging muscles, ripped abs and not an ounce of fat. Laniakea was… 100% Hawaiian, his body was smooth, he didn’t have a cheese-grate 8-pack or anything like that, but the muscles were impressive. And the muscles were not the only impressive feature of Laniakea’s body, Kale thought, briefly glancing at the bulge encased into his cousin’s white briefs.

But he was 23, Kale was 20 years older than him, and anyway at dinner Laniakea had talked a lot of his girlfriend, his high-school sweetheart. Not that Kale was looking for company, anyway: it was the very last thing in his list, at the moment; not to mention the first rule of the Cove: never have an involvement with anyone outside the Cove. But still, having at his side a guy who was not only smart and nice, but also good-looking, made Kale feel good.

The counselor sighed and switched off the light; he rolled on his back and said in a low voice: “Good night, Laniakea… You can’t know how happy I am to have you here with me. You’re such a nice guy! …And you are Nani kōkī, too!”

“G… Good night, Kale…” – the guy replied in the dark, haltingly, and his warm voice exuded a sort of uncertainty, an unspoken tension that hit Kale’s well-trained ear – “I’m happy, too, that you’re here. I’m… so very happy…”

Kale sighed and closed his eyes, feeling calm for the first time since he left the Cove. The Cove… It seemed so distant, now! Almost on another planet. The friendly faces of the guys waiting for him at home passed by in front of his closed eyes, and amongst them, Beau’s tender smile made his heart flutter.

Drifting off, the counselor felt good, knowing that no matter what would’ve happened to him in Hawaii, back in California the Cove was always his safe place, a place of blissful peace.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to Kale, in that moment the Cove was anything but a peaceful place…

~ A boy or a man? ~

Wahkan looked at Chayton coming from the bathroom, after a long shower that, at least, cleansed his skin, but sure enough not his heart. The deep shame Chayton was feeling for having abused Wahkan’s concoction, causing him to lose control and harm LaShawn, was still painfully stinging. He sullenly got dressed and then stood in front of his mentor, keeping his eyes on the floor, in silence, afraid to have displeased Wahkan for the last time.

“Falcon, let’s make something clear …” – Wahkan said gravely, easily guessing his boy’s greatest fear – “Long ago we sealed a lifelong pact, I took you as my boy and this is not going to change: fear not about this. But I confess that I feel… betrayed. You’re not a kid anymore, Falcon! You’re a man, but still you sometimes do such stupid things that I don’t recognize you! If only you didn’t hurt anyone else, I could just punish you for the utmost lack of respect you showed for our culture and our ancient knowledge. I could let you understand how much moderation and restraint are important to act for the best...”

“But you hurt LaShawn!” – Wahkan exclaimed, exasperated – “Your boyfriend, someone you love, someone who trusted you! And I’m using the past on purpose, because frankly I believe you’ve lost his trust and his love. And you hurt me, too, Falcon. I think that by now you know me and our culture well enough to understand how deeply and painfully I had to humiliate myself, begging Jorell not to hurt you! But you can’t understand how hard and heartbreaking was for me taking on myself, all at once, all the desperation, the anger, the sense of guilt that Jorell has built up in years of grief. In order to save you I had to delve into that man’s soul deeper that I would’ve ever wanted to do, and I had to let him pour into my soul the horror that you’ve awaken into him.”

Chayton stood still, but he had to use up all his energy to keep his knees from going weak, and to choke back his tears. He had realized by himself how stupid and harmful had been playing with the ancient knowledge of his people, and he knew that he had badly hurt LaShawn; but he didn’t realize how much his reckless act had hurt Wahkan, too, and the shame he was feeling was scorching.

“What are you thinking, Falcon?” – Wahkan asked, noticing his boy’s obvious effort to keep a decent posture, to keep his body in check, but unable to keep his hands and shoulder from shaking faintly. “If you were a kid, I wouldn’t ask you, I would punish you without further ado, but you’re not a kid, and I’m asking you seriously. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Wahkan expected Chayton to plead for mercy, or make excuses, or maybe just tell how sorry he was for what he’d done. But Chayton’s reply surprised him.

“Sacred One, I’ve disrespected you in many ways, but what I’m going to do now is to disrespect you again. I can’t stop thinking at LaShawn, he’s hurt, and despite being the one who hurt him, I feel the need to go to him, to try and soothe his pain. Tomorrow I still will be your boy, Wahkan, but I may not be LaShawn lover any more. He’s not as strong as you, sir, and my heart goes out to him. Forgive me, Sacred One, if you can, but I have to go to him.”

“Then go, Falcon” – Wahkan said, nodding his consent – “but don’t think it will be an easy step to take.”

“Everyone can break a mirror” – Chayton replied seriously – “but it takes a man to pick up the pieces, at risk of being wounded. I’m going to pick up the pieces, aware that I’ll get wounded, but if my wounds can soothe LaShawn’s, my place is with him”.

Wahkan stifled a gasp, reading into his boy’s eyes his intentions. “Are you sure, Falcon?”

“I am.” – Chayton replied gravely. And off he was.

~ Young wisdom ~

Chayton went upstairs, and knocked to LaShawn’s door, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard Jorell’s voice saying “Come in…”. He went in and he saw LaShawn standing in the middle of the room, nesting into Jorell’s comforting hug.

Jorell shot at him a glance as sharp as a deadly razor, and Chayton realized that now he was on his own, there wasn’t Wahkan to protect him; but though scared, he soldiered on, ready to take whatever punishment Jorell would’ve given him. The black man moved angrily toward Chayton, and the young Sioux didn’t back off: “You have any right to be furious, sir” – he said with firm voice, but without any defiance – “and I’m here to take my punishment, to taste… like you said… my own medicine. I’ve been a coward, earlier in my room, and pleaded for your mercy, but now I won’t.”

With few moves, he stripped naked and looked at Jorell, desperately trying to get out of his head the terrifying images of himself, pinned down on the bed by the tall black man, speared mercilessly by his deadly weapon.

Jorell grimaced with anger and moved to drop his pants, but LaShawn stopped him, holding him by his arm: “No, sir. This is not the way…” – he said with a distant, tired tone – “You can’t repay violence with a greater violence. I hated when you did it to yourself, punishing your manhood for years and asking me to mercilessly fuck you for a crime that you weren’t even to be blamed for [1]; and I would hate even more if you’d do any harm to Chayton now. Don’t do it, sir. I know you’re a better man than this.”

Jorell frowned and lowered his eyes, clenching his fists. “Put your clothes back on…” – he then said to Chayton, with restrained voice – “We both should be thankful to my wise boy. If it wasn’t for him, now you would’ve been seriously injured and I couldn’t forgive myself for that. Now go, Chayton, before I change my mind.”

The Sioux looked at his boyfriend, trying to see into his eyes a hint of love, or at least forgiveness, but LaShawn’s gaze was opaque, like turned off. Chayton felt his heart stop when LaShawn said with an unfeeling tone: “Yes, Chay, go away”. But soon he added with warmer voice: “Come back tomorrow”, and Chayton knew that there were many fences to mend, but their bond had weathered to the storm.

When he was back to his room, Wahkan was waiting for him. Answering to his mentor’s silent question, Chayton looked straight at him, opening his mind to the man’s sharp gaze and letting him see what happened in LaShawn’s room.

Averting his gaze, Wahkan said: “Falcon, when I first came here, earlier this evening, and knew what happened, I thought you were nothing more than a reckless kid. But when you left me here to go soothing LaShawn’s pain, and then you willingly submitted to Jorell’s terrible punishment, I realized that this is what a man does, what I myself would’ve done. So, I leave to you the choice: either you let me punish you as my boy, or you undergo a trial as a man of the Cove.”

“I… I don’t deserve the respect you show me offering this choice; but I have no doubts, Sacred One: I will face a trial and will accept the rightful punishment the men will give me.”

“Then so be it” – Wahkan stated, looking at Chayton with a hint of admiration – “Now let’s go to bed and let the Spirit of the Night inspire our thoughts and ease our pain.”

And the Spirit of the Night came and fell on the Cove, bestowing its healing breath on Chayton, worried for the upcoming trial, but proud to be man enough to face it; and on LaShawn and Jorell, trying to find into each other’s arms the strength to forgive; and also on Kale, sleeping in an anonymous hotel in Kahului, wondering what the next day would’ve brought with it.

~ Home ~

The next morning, after a good breakfast, Kale and Laniakea embarked in the two-hour ride to Hana, their hometown, located at the easternmost side of Maui island. In daylight the Road to Hana was breathtaking, as its winding path continuously offered to the eye beautiful views and panoramas. Kale, at first, remained silent, basking in the pleasure of seeing again the familiar places of his childhood and teen years, and admiring the lush, pristine beauty of the land.

But halfway to their destination he couldn’t delay any more the questions that burned on his tongue. “How is my father, Laniakea? Have you seen him, lately?”

“I guess you talked to your sister, Kale” – he replied – “There’s no way to sugarcoat it, your father… is on his last legs, I’m sorry. Since your mother passed away, he’s been no longer the same, he let himself go. And the illness has taken a heavy toll on him. The doctor came yesterday, and he said he can… pass away any moment, now.”

There was a heavy silence, and then Laniakea added: “But I’ve got good news too: yesterday your sister found out she was pregnant! Isn’t life so… bittersweet, sometimes? A life is about to end, and another one is about to begin…”

Kale looked at his cousin with a great affection in his eyes: “You’re not only nice and handsome, you’re wise, too… Your girlfriend, I can easily guess, is dying to tie the knot with you, isn’t she?”

An inscrutable expression suddenly veiled Laniakea’s features, and after a brief, weird silence, he replied: “Well… Maybe…”, and then shut his mouth. Kale’s sensible antennae told him the subject was a slippery one, perhaps they had argued or something, but then Kale couldn’t understand the many enthusiastic comments about her that his cousin had made no more than few hours before, at dinner.

He changed subject, and asked to Laniakea about his family, and how all their common relatives were doing, and the conversation went on for long, until Kale saw the familiar houses and dry-stone walls of his home village.

“Hana…” – Kale breathed in an almost inaudible voice, glancing around – “It’s not changed much since I went away…”

“Unfortunately, it’s not changed at all” – Laniakea replied, with a bitter streak in his voice – “Nothing changes, here. Ever.”

He slowed down and halted the truck in front of a modest single-storey house: “Here you are, at home. Look, your sister is on the porch, go greet her”.  Kale tensed and placed a hand over his cousin’s arm: “Listen, can you think of a place where I could stay while I’m here? It’s… better for everyone if I don’t stay at home. You… may think it’s weird, but… please don’t ask me. It’s… It’s…”

“I live alone, why don’t you come stay with me?” – the cousin proposed, with a warm, friendly tone – “I don’t want you to rent a room, while you’re in your hometown, it would be… sad, in a way, I can’t let you! My place is not a palace, I warn you, but I’d love having you!”

“Oh, Laniakea, it would be wonderful!” – Kale exclaimed, throwing his arms around his cousin – “Thanks, thanks a million! You’re an angel sent from above!”

If Laniakea was puzzled or surprised by Kale’s reaction, he didn’t show it. He just smiled back and said with a brotherly tone: “Now go. Call me when you’re done, at any time, and I’ll come pick you up”.

Kale climbed off the truck and headed to his house; as soon as his sister spotted him, she ran to hug him: “Kale! It’s you!”.  “In the flesh!” – he joked, and then his tone became tender: “It’s so nice to see you again, Alana! How are you… two?”

“Do you know?? Damn, in this village news travel faster than a lightning!” – she laughed – “I’m fine, Kale, and my baby, too. I suppose, at least: I’m only two weeks pregnant, not much of a baby, yet!”

She was trying to sound witty and funny, but she couldn’t hide for long the sorrow she was feeling: “I’d feel on cloud nine for the baby… if it wasn’t for dad. You know what he said when I told him about the baby? ‘Give him a kiss from his grandfather, when he’s born’. He knows that… he won’t live to see him be born…”

She was on the verge of crying, and Kale held her tight: “I’m here, now. Let’s deal with things one day at a time. Say… Do you think he’ll be angry when he sees me? I don’t care how painful may it be for me: I have to greet him; I’m only afraid that he may… you know, in his conditions…”

“He’s as stubborn as old mule, you know him. But I’ll tell him you’re here, and he’ll see you, granted. I’m as stubborn as him!” – she stated with a smile – “But not now, he’s resting. You’d better see him in the afternoon, after he had lunch and a nice nap. Now come, big brother, there’s a huge pitcher of icy guava mimosa with your name on it!”

~ Pāpā ~

In the afternoon, Alana walked Kale to their father’s door, but before letting him in, she warned: “Just one thing: he doesn’t know that all these years you’ve sent me a monthly check to help with the family expenses; and he doesn’t know either that you told me about you and Beau. In Hana I’m the only one to know… beside him. And keep in mind he’s very fragile, don’t be… too harsh to him, please!”

“I won’t be harsh to him, little sister, don’t worry. But he will be, with me. Harsher than you may think. I’m not sure I’m ready for this, but… well, I have no choice. Wish me good luck!”

With a kiss on his cheek, Alana went away, and Kale slowly opened his father’s door.

Inside, the light was very dim, as the shutters were almost closed. There was a chair next to his father’s bed, and Kale silently sit on it. The man sleeping in the bed looked half the size of the father he remembered.

“Aloha, Pāpā…” – Kale said softly, and the old man’s facial muscles tensed in a disappointed expression. He didn’t even open his eyes. “Don’t call me Pāpā. You’re not my son. Not anymore.”

Kale gulped hard. “Don’t say that, Pāpā, please… I’m sure you didn’t mean it when you told me at the phone that…”

“I meant it, and I still mean it!” – the man said, opening his eyes and fixating his irate gaze over his son – “Why have you come, Kale? I have nothing to talk with you about. You brought dishonor to this family and…”

“I didn’t do anything like that!” – Kale interrupted him, talking with passion – “I just…”

“Shush!!” – the man replied, furious. His voice was weak, but fierce, scaring. “Have a little respect for my age and my illness, at least! Seal your mouth and listen, for once in your life!”

Kale lowered his eyes and forcefully kept his mouth shut.

“I made sacrifices to let you have an education, to let you study and get a degree, and how did you repay me? Turning your back to me and your family and leave behind yourself the places of your childhood, in search of… something better, because apparently Hana, Maui and the entire Hawaii were beneath you! But I accepted it. You were betraying your roots, but I accepted it!”

The old man paused to catch his breath and then continued: “Belinda was a beautiful girl, and a good wife for you… She was a haole, a foreigner, but she could’ve made you happy, could’ve given you a family, a baby who would’ve continued our family line.”

“When I was your age, you were already in your twenties!” – the man continued, breathing with difficulty, but unwilling to give up to his weakness – “But you, Kale… you will never know the joy of nurturing a kid, showing him how to live his life, see him become a man. You could’ve had such a good life! But no! That wasn’t enough for you, you wanted something else!”

Kale couldn’t stay put and hastened to say: “It wasn’t my decision! She left me! She asked for divorce!”

“And you didn’t fight for your woman! You did nothing to keep her by your side! No, you ran away, instead, like the coward you are! You carelessly ran head-first into your new future as a free man… and you ended up being… being a woman for another man!!! Opening your legs for him and surrendering to his manliness like only a woman does!!!”

Kale was horrified. He knew it would’ve been a hard conversation, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the ordeal he was facing. He’d thought he had to defend himself against old-fashioned objections against his homosexuality, but there, in his old house, in the dim light of his father’s bedroom, listening to the man he respected and loved more than anyone, he started looking at his own life through his father’s eyes. And what he saw was horrible.

Kale suddenly realized how selfish he had been, leaving his family and his roots behind him, and giving up to the task he had been given, as the only male son, to continue the family line. In California, and even in Hawaii, homosexuality was no more a scandal, but not there, not in Hana, not in the narrow minds of the villagers living in that remote rural area of Maui island. Kale felt disgusted by himself, he felt… wrong, a son that any father would and should have disowned.

His father’s harsh words were like vicious lashes on his soul, the man who gave him life was stabbing him in the chest, driving the blade deeper, and deeper, and deeper… And he was not done, yet.

“You brought disgrace and dishonor to this family! You have spat on your mother’s grave! You’re not a man, and you’re not my son! You could’ve spared yourself the trip to this miserable land you once called home. Now go, I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Pāpā… Please, Pāpā…” – Kale mumbled, slurring his words between the irrepressible tears flowing down his face.

“I said go!”

Kale raised from his chair and slowly went to the door; when he placed his hand on the handle, his father spoke again: “I don’t expect anything from you, but if there’s a glimmer of honor left in your soul, you won’t pour even more disgrace onto this family by telling people about your… current way of life. With a great effort, I could at least keep your secret hidden to anyone, so far. I hope you won’t give me the final blow, revealing to the world my total failure as a father…”

~ A deer in headlights ~

Kale faltered and steadied himself on the door. His father had pushed and pushed, and the deadly blade had finally reached the very bottom of his heart, and he felt he couldn’t breathe, his head was spinning and his legs were about to give way. His father had disowned him as a son, and he had any right to do that. The sharp blade, in the end, had severed the filial bond: Kale was no more his Pāpā’s son.

With a great effort, Kale went out the door and closed it, feeling like he was closing behind that door his father, his family, his past… and his future.

When he stumbled out of the house, the night was falling on the village, and he started walking aimlessly in the fading light. His father’s words were etched in letters of fire into his mind… «You’re not a man»… «You’ll never know the joy of nurturing a kid»… «You’re not my son anymore!»… «You’ve spat on your mother’s grave…»

“NOOO!” – Kale shouted to the moonless night, his eyes blinded by the tears, while his feet mindlessly followed the narrow ribbon of asphalt leading out of the village.

He walked and walked, barely seeing where he was placing his feet, until, exhausted, he crouched down, placed his head on his knees and cried a river.

After a long while, when the irrepressible sobs trailed off, he unsteadily stood up, looked around disoriented and picked up his phone with trembling hands.

“Laniakea…?”

His cousin barely heard Kale’s cracking voice through the phone, but there was such a sorrow and desperation in that single word that the nice guy instantly knew that Kale needed his help. “I’m coming, Kale. I’m coming and everything will be fine. Where are you?”

“I don’t know…” – Kale whined – “I walked a lot, I guess. I’m on a road through the forest. There’s a mailbox with the number 46070 on it…”

“OK, you’re on the Hana road heading south, five or six miles from Hana. Don’t move, I’ll be there in few minutes. Kale, please, don’t move. And stay out of the road.”

Laniakea jumped on his truck and floored it, cutting the corners and breaking any speed limit, and in ten minutes he spotted Kale, at the side of the road, looking at him like a deer in headlights. He halted the truck with a loud screeching and climbed off: “Kale! What happened? You look…” – but he couldn’t finish the sentence, because Kale hugged him tight, clinging to him like a rock in the stormy ocean, and started sobbing desperately: “Don’t ask me, Nani kōkī! I… I can’t tell you! Forgive me, I can’t tell you…”.

Laniakea’s soothing voice was a balm for his tortured soul: “I’m here, Kale. You’re safe, now, I’ll take care of you. No need to tell me anything. Now come, let’s go home…”

After a short while, they were at Laniakea’s house. It was very modest, just a bedroom and a kitchenette, and the guy was clearly embarrassed: “Kale, I’m sorry, I can’t offer you more than this. This is all I can afford with my part-time job…”

Kale looked around and a faint smile appeared on his lips: “To me, it’s a royal palace, buddy. Just tell me where’s my bed, and let me crash on it”.

“Actually, there’s only one bed” – Laniakea replied with a tense expression – “the double bed I share with my girlfriend. I’m afraid…”

“I don’t mind, if you don’t mind…” – Kale said, quickly stripping to his underwear and lying with an exhausted sigh on the mattress. Laniakea flashed a friendly smile: “OK, let me take a quick shower and then we…” – but Kale was already sleeping.

He didn’t sleep long, though, because the sound of the water coming from the shower disturbed his light, troubled sleep. He opened his eyes and realized that the only bathroom in the house was no more than a wall cutting away a corner of the room. From the bed he could see, through a doorless aperture in the wall, a basin with a mirror and a shower arm protruding from a wall. The toilet must’ve been in the farthermost corner, out of sight.

~ (Un)revealed secrets ~

Laniakea was under the shower, and Kale smiled with affection, admiring his young, beefy body, so smooth and yet so virile. Laniakea, unsurprisingly, was almost hairless, but had long curly dark hair flowing down to his shoulders. Since they’d first met, he’d always kept them tied, but now they were clinging in wet locks to his wide shoulders and back.

Laniakea was soaping up with great care, and when Kale’s eyes followed his hands moving down to soap the crotch, they widened with surprise, spotting a meaty, long circumcised cock at half mast bouncing up and down, while the guy’s fingers carefully soaped the balls and the shaft.

Kale reckoned that his cousin was clearly missing his girlfriend, because he slowly started stroking his cock with his soapy hand, slowly, keeping his eyes closed and his face up to the waterflow. His hips started moving in sync with his hand, tilting back and forth, to meet the strong fingers wrapped tight around the stiff shaft.

Laniakea moved the other hand to his open mouth, as to muffle a moan of pleasure, and soon that hand moved down to the chest, and started tickling and squeezing a nipple. Another silent scream of pleasure welcomed the friendly fingers playing on the stiff titty, and Kale smiled, knowing that few straight guys were so confident of their manliness to truly enjoy an erotic massage of their nipples.

Kale’s mind totally excluded any possible involvement with his cousin: he had a girlfriend and anyway he was too young, not to mention that in Kale’s heart there was place only for Beau. But still the show was very enticing, and his gaze lingered on the young beefy stud in the shower, giving pleasure to himself in the most confident and excruciating way; and he felt his own cock twitching hard into his briefs, mindlessly searching for pleasure.

Oh, the guy’s arms! – Kale suddenly remembered with a sigh – Those strong, soft, protective arms around him, when they were on the road, earlier… How safe and loved he felt into Laniakea’s manly embrace! He was only 23, he still showed the innocent naivety of a teenager, as he clearly couldn’t make any of those experiences that make a boy grow up, in that small village; and yet, in that protective embrace Laniakea expressed a natural inclination to a confident, assertive manliness that only needed to be nurtured to blossom.

Kale’s tired mind couldn’t focus on it, in that moment, but his cousin’s unique mix of shyness and assertiveness had hit him deeper than he thought; and his confused memory didn’t record, either, his calling Laniakea with that middle name that sounded so sweet to his troubled soul, ‘Nani kōkī’, ‘Supremely beautiful’… And beautiful he was indeed, especially in that moment, under the shower, giving exquisite pleasure to himself, unaware of Kale’s attentive eyes watching him.

Laniakea’s breath was becoming heavier, his right hand sped up and his left hand become restless, quickly moving from his nipples to his balls, to the perineum and even further, possibly – Kale wondered – tickling the secluded back portal.

The counselor, lying on the mattress in the dark, massaged his own bulge, while his eyes feasted on the showering stud, quickly reaching his climax. Laniakea’s hips moved faster, the grip on the cock become tighter and concentrated on the wide exposed head, and suddenly a chocked moan escaped from the guy’s mouth.

A thick jet of white jizz came out of the cock and splatted hard on the wet tiles, slowly dripping down to then disappear into the drain. Another shot, and another, and Laniakea’s young body started trembling under the waves of pleasure washing him out.

Kale absentmindedly squeezed and massaged harder his stiff manhood through the briefs, while the guy was coming down from the sexual high. Exhausted and drained, Laniakea looked down, leaned forward and steadied himself placing his left hand on the wet tiles, while his right hand slowed down, milking the last drop of juice from his manly tool.

Then he took a deep breath, quickly rinsed himself, closed the tap and started toweling off. His spent cock and his plump balls peeked many times from behind the towel, while the guy dried his beefy body, and Kale couldn’t tear his gaze off of him. He felt his own cock throb harder into the briefs, and for a moment he felt dangerously on the verge of losing his load.

«Fuck! I can’t cum now! He’s coming back!» – Kale thought in a frenzy, closing his eyes and putting a great effort in subduing his orgasm. And when he opened again his eyes he froze with a gasp: Laniakea had come out of the bathroom and was looking at him with wide eyes. The guy quickly covered his crotch with the towel and his face flushed crimson red, realizing that Kale had spotted him masturbating.

Kale, too, was utterly embarrassed, unsure as he was about whether his cousin may have guessed his secret or not. He clumsily hid his erection turning away, in a fetal position.

Laniakea didn’t say a word, quickly put on his underwear, switched off the light and cautiously climbed on the other side of the bed. He too turned his back to Kale and for a while they both pretended to sleep.

But they weren’t. “I’m so mortified…” – Laniakea said at some point in a small, shy voice – “I shouldn’t have… done that in front of you. I’m not used to have guest… I must’ve looked like a real loser…”

“Loser? No, not at all…” – Kale replied, without turning around – “You’re no more a boy, you’re a man, and sometimes men need to… take care of themselves, it’s just natural. It’s I who feel embarrassed… I mean, I was there, looking at you…”

“And what should’ve you been looking at, in this room as small as a doghouse, with a bathroom that doesn’t even have a door? I wish I had a bigger house, but…”

“Listen, let’s just forget it, you didn’t do anything bad” – Kale said in a friendly tone, turning to his cousin. “And you didn’t, either” – Laniakea replied, turning to look at Kale with a timid smile – “Good night, Kale, sleep well”.

“Good night and sweet dreams, Nani kōkī…”

~ Fishing troubles ~

A merciful sleep fell on Kale’s eyelids, putting an end to that horrible day, and finally letting him have some rest beside his protective, friendly, shy, beautiful cousin. But that day hadn’t been that bad, quite the opposite, for the two men and the boy enjoying their fishing weekend up the secluded lake in the mountains.

Barry had tried hard to do some fishing, but Stewart continuously messed up with the fishing lines and the tools, and Rick just couldn’t concentrate on his task, squeezed as he was in a small boat between his manly airman and the almost naked bulky worker.

When Stewart, clumsily, let the bait box slip into the water, Barry blurted out: “OK, you two are a hopeless case! I give up! If today we’ll starve to death, it’ll be your fault!”

“Oh, sir, don’t worry about that!” – Rick smiled – “I won’t let it happen, I’ve packed half of the Cove’s pantry. And don’t forget the beer, sir: gallons of beer!”

Barry smiled tenderly at the boy’s eager face and softened: “You’re such a good boy, Rick…! But this clumsy man, here…” – he continued with a fake anger and pointing his finger to Stewart – “…will pay hard for losing all our baits! A harsh punishment awaits you, soldier!”

Stewart hated when someone called him ‘soldier’, but he knew Barry was just playing with him and replied: “Don’t be so confident, stud! You wanna see me crawling at your feet? Make me!”

The joyful sexual banter went on until they were back on the shore and the boat was dragged on the grass. “So, how are we going to settle the quarrel, man?” – Stu asked with a confident tone – “Fists? Arm wrestling? You name it, I beat you!”

“Oh, really?” – Barry replied with a mocking tone – “See that solitary rock in the middle of the lake? The last to come back ashore after touching the rock will be at the winner’s mercy for the rest of the day. How does it sound, soldier?”

“It sounds like an easy win!” – Stewart exclaimed – “Fight to death, no holds barred!”. The airman, saying his last words, swiftly grabbed Barry’s shorts and pulled them down to his ankles, to then run like a hare into the water.

“You son of a bitch!” – Barry shouted, throwing away the shorts altogether and chasing his friend – “You’ll regret it!”

The two men swam at lightning speed through the calm water, and when they got to the rock Stewart was still ahead, but Barry was slowly closing the gap. The airman resourced to his hard military training and went on swimming fast, but he heard Barry’s grunts coming closer.

He was almost ashore when Barry shouted: “No holds barred!” and grabbed Stewart’s ankle, pulling hard, to slow him down and overtake him. “Cheater!” – Stu yelled, but it was too late: the bulky worker, panting heavily, was already running ashore, toward the camp.

“The winner!” – Barry said aloud, raising triumphally both arms, to then point both hands to Stewart – “…and the loser! Ha ha ha! Are you ready to be humiliated, soldier? Then start getting naked, as until tonight you are not allowed to wear any clothes!”

Stewart slowly complied, with a disappointed expression, standing stark naked, in front of Barry and his own boy. His muscles were still pumped up for the exertion, and his wet skin gleamed in the sun; he was heaving and stood still, in a manly pose, awaiting his fate.

Rick literally ate his master’s hot body with his eyes and his dick got painfully hard into his shorts. “Sir…” – he said doubtfully at Barry standing next to him – “Is this supposed to be a punishment for Stewart or for me? I couldn’t stand having him around, naked like this, until tonight. I would die before sunset!”

“We’ll think at something to ease your pain, kid” – Barry replied, winking at Stewart, who flashed a dirty smile, thinking of many ways to ease his boy’s pain…

~ Exhilarating penance ~

After forcing Stewart to serve lunch in the nude and give a nice massage to his sore muscles, Barry growled: “Well, it’s about time you take your well-deserved penance, soldier! Lie down on the grass, on your back!”

Stewart grumbled something with a picked tone, but complied. From the ground, he looked up at Barry standing astride his head, naked; he was massaging his meat to an amazing erection. The worker knelt down and lowered his balls to Stewart’s mouth: “Go for it, stud! Make me feel good!”

“Fuck you…” – the airman growled, still feigning a defiant attitude, but gladly opened his mouth and lapped the heavy gonads hanging at an inch from his face; when the big balls were wet and dripping with saliva, Stewart strained his neck upwards to take them into his mouth, while diving his nose into Barry’s strongly-scented hole.

Rick was watching with rapt eyes the blatant display of manhood of the two men, and started rubbing hard his bulge trapped into the shorts. “Save your juice for later, kid…” – Barry warned with a wink – “We’ll need it!”

The bulky man leaned forward, almost in a sixty-nine position, and pointed his thick cock to the airman’s mouth: “Open wide, soldier, this won’t be a walk in the park…!” – and then he started pushing his long rod down through Stewart’s lips, slowly but inexorably. The airman squirmed, at first, trying to evade the thick invader, and Rick looked at him a little worried, though he knew well that his man was very adaptable, and had been face-fucked many times, before. However, Barry’s cock wasn’t something you get every day…

Stu quickly got accustomed to the hot meat stretching his throat muscles and did his best to give to his buddy the blowjob of his life. «Not bad as a penance…» – he thought, smiling inwardly and enjoying to the last inch the long cock sliding in and out his throat with powerful but gentle strokes.

He was waiting for the explosion of cum that would’ve put an end to his ‘penance’, and was surprised to see Barry pull out and recoil, forcefully pulling his legs up and apart. “You still nursing a boner, kid?” – the worker asked to Rick, while forcefully keeping Stewart’s legs spread and his man hole in full display under the boy’s eyes – “Good! We need to break this man, humiliate his pride, and nothing can be more demeaning than being banged good and hard by his own boy!”

“Motherfucker! You’re not going to do anything like that!” – Stewart yelled, trying hard to get free from Barry’s grip. Rick, who had just stepped out of his shorts, revealing a raging hard-on, stopped in his tracks: never in his life he would humiliate his master, forcing himself on him against his will.

“You, boy! Don’t you dare touch me! You hear me? Don’t you dare!!” – Stewart yelled, furious… but then he looked at Rick from under Barry’s hips, and winked playfully at him. He was just playing a part!

“I don’t think you have any choice… sir!” – Rick said with the most assertive and manly tone he was capable of – “You shoved your humongous cock up my butt countless times, fucking me to oblivion and making me cum over and over! Today is your redde rationem, sir!”

“Red… what??!” – both men exclaimed in unison, and Rick meekly said: “The… The day you will pay for your wrongdoings… sir…”

“Well said, kid!” – Barry laughed – “Then red…whatever it is! Break this man, fuck the cum out of him!”

Heartened by Barry’s rowdy encouragement, Rick knelt behind his master’s ass, spat on his cock a couple times and shoved his rock-hard pole into the exposed helpless hole to the hilt, abruptly, in one single thrust. He knew his master had taken in stride much bigger cock than his, including Barry’s (in a harsh way that was still legendary at the Cove [2]), so he was confident that he was not hurting him.

That’s why he didn’t feel bad, but greatly boosted when Stewart screamed, from under Barry’s groin: “AAARGHH! Fuck you, boy! You’re splitting me apart!”

“You’re too noisy, soldier!” – Barry growled, and planted again his fat member into Stewart’s mouth, muffling his screams. Rick pounded hard his master’s muscular ass, looking straight at Barry, who smiled back at him and nodded to praise the boy’s sexual prowess. It may be a playful act, but Stewart soon felt like he was truly at the mercy of those two manly studs, one pounding hard his ass, the other filling his mouth with his oversize cock; his body was on fire, and his boy was doing an excellent job at smashing over and over his young stiff meat over his prostate, making him build a whole lot of steam.

Barry heard Stewart desperately trying to say something and pulled out for a moment. “Fuck, you two are killing me! Nnngghh…! I can’t resist! Please, let me cum! I need to cum so bad, have mercy on me…”

“Should we have mercy on him, kid?” – Barry playfully asked to Rick, who played his role: “I say he’s been a good boy, let’s give him a reward!”

The double pounding resumed, more powerful than ever, and Rick curled his fingers around his master’s stiff cock; and with great surprise he saw Barry leaning over and engulf the engorged mushroom head into his lips. Stewart bucked wildly, when the excruciating double stimulation, from Rick’s hand and Barry’s mouth, forcefully threw him into the abyss: “MMMPHH! MMPPHHH!!!!” – he tried to scream, but soon Barry’s fountain of cum silenced him for good: “Yeah, stud! Drink it all! FUCK YEAHHH!!”

The two manly studs lost in their loud orgasms were too much for Rick, who shoved his dick deeper than ever into his man’s ass and flooded his depths with gallons of boyish juice: “Oh, sir! Oh, sir!!! You’re so fucking hot…. AAAAGGHH!!!”

They went on howling their pleasure for a few more moments, and soon the silence of the lake was broken only by the hard panting of the three guys lying on the grass, intertwined in an intricate tangle of limbs, legs, spent cocks and loving lips.

They spent the rest of the day leisurely relaxing under the warm sun, swimming in the fresh water and joking playfully. After their epic sex, they had refreshed in the lake and then no one felt the need to put his clothes back on, and now basked in the pleasure of walking around naked, without any embarrassment and feeling it all too natural.

At night, Rick was laying between Stewart and Barry, thinking back to everything happened to him during that amazing weekend: the over-the-top fuck Barry gave him, the heartwarming intimate conversation he had with Stewart in the solitary clearing, the incredible fuck he gave to his master…

“I had the time of my life, sir, thank you so much!” – he then said to Stewart, who was holding him from behind, in a lovely, protective hug – “You and Barry have made this weekend a dream to remember… But, thinking about it, we haven’t caught a single fish, during our ‘fishing’ weekend, sir… I feel like… well… like you and Barry arranged this weekend for me, rather than to go fishing…”

“If so, would you complain, Ricky boy?” – the airman whispered with a conspiratorial tone into Rick’s ear, while his cock, nested into the boy’s ass crack, twitched faintly.

“Not at all, sir… Not at all…” – Rick replied, nesting even more into his master’s arms. He closed his eyes and happily thought to the new day awaiting him, when he would be back at the Cove and would tell to his astonished friends about his exciting weekend.

That day had been unforgettable for Rick. The next day would’ve been equally unforgettable for Chayton, back at the Cove, and for Kale, in Hawaii, but for totally different reasons…

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