The Cove

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. However, a part of him longs for men's love, and at the Cove he cautiously explores his sexuality.
Kale goes to Hawaii to pay a visit to his dying father and brings back with him his young cousin Laniakea, who struggles to fully explore his sexual inclinations and find his place within the Cove.
Beau understands that he's not the wonderful and generous man he's always believed, and tries his best to overcome his limits.
The sudden appearance of Gerry's femal lover causes a fuss in the Cove. Rowan feels inadequate for Gerry, and looks for reassurance into Barry's arms, but this causes a fight between Gerry and Barry, and Rowan runs away from the Cove. Gerry, terribly worried, finds consolation into Kale's arms. Barry and Gerry find a common ground (rough sex!) to settle their quarrel.
Rowan is then located at Maison de la Motte and Beau goes there to try and convince him to come back, but he sternly refuses.

Synopsys

At Maison de la Motte, the uptight housekeeper Dawson unexpectedly turns out to be a sex machine who "can wear out a man in his prime", according to the Creole butler LaCour. Beau and the other guys of the Cove make to Rowan an offer that he can't refuse, and then the atmosphere gets steaming hot when Barry fucks the handyman Max 'by proxy'… [⏳: 25’]

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~ Cast of Characters: the “Who’s Who” of the Cove!
~ Floor Plan of the Cove
~ Book 01: Chapters 01-10 (PDF with bookmarks)
~ Book 02: Chapters 11-11 (PDF with bookmarks)

≈ Chapter 11 – Secret Life at the Maison ≈

~ Two half-naked men ~

After walking Rowan to the master bedroom, the butler LaCour closed the door and stood for a moment in the corridor, looking with admiration at the tall black housekeeper. They were still wearing only a long silk robe over their naked skin, plus a skimpy loincloth to ensure, at least, a very little bit of decency that actually turned out to be extremely enticing. “I don’t feel to go to bed, as this… special task has been quite exciting. Fancy a late-night drink with me?”

Dawson flashed a knowing smile and followed LaCour to his room in the attic. It wasn’t as large and expensive as the ones for the family, but it was cozy. LaCour gestured to Dawson to take a seat in an armchair and looked at him (or better, he scanned thoroughly his body) while fixing their drinks. “You’re always so reserved, Dawson, and I was pleasantly surprised when you agreed to do this thing with Monsieur Rowan, I was not sure it was… your cup of tea.”

“We are an all-male staff for an all-male house” – the black housekeeper replied – “I knew well what I was getting myself into, when I enrolled for this job. And though I’m… well… a bit uptight toward these things, this definitely is my cup of tea. And speaking of being uptight, LaCour, I wish we could call each other by name, when we’re off-duty, what d’you think? We’ve been working together for… how long, two months? And still I don’t know your first name. Mine is Hunter.”

“Oh, wow, that’s such a manly name…” – LaCour exclaimed, and then lowered his voice to a seductive growl – “…and it suits you perfectly, if I may say so. My name is Floyd, Floyd Flaussac actually, but you can drop the middle name, it’s… historical, sort of: it was the plantation where my great-grandfather was enslaved, more than a century ago.”

“Then Floyd it is…” – Dawson said, seriously, finding out for the first time that LaCour shared with him, at least in part, his own heritage. The butler handed him his drink and sat on the armchair next to him. “It’s the first time I see you… this underdressed” – LaCour said pointing his eyes to the enticing features of Dawson’s body – “and I didn’t imagine you were so… gorgeous!”

Only the dark skin hid the sudden blush that suddenly spread on the housekeeper’s cheeks, but his eyes clearly revealed his shy reaction to the praise: “Oh… well… I’m… Thank you, Floyd… You too are… very, very attractive without your uniform. Shit, you’re attractive even in your uniform, to tell the truth!”

LaCour laughed, took one last sip of his drink and put down his glass. “So, Hunter… Are you feeling to… go hunting tonight?” – the Creole said in a seductive tone, raising one leg and placing it on the armrest, offering to the black stud a tempting view of both his front and rear manly features – “Because if you see anything you like, the hunting season is open! I’m a… Jack of all trades, Hunter, so whatever you fancy, I’ve got it…”

He was rewarded by a sudden raising of Dawson’s loincloth, that couldn’t restrain nor hide in any way his rapid erection. The black man stood up, and while his eyes flamed with desire, his demeanor was hesitant. LaCour had long guessed that ‘uptight’ was a bland euphemism to describe Dawson’s relationship with his own sexuality and flashed a caring smile.

He went close to Dawson and gently pushed the silk robe past the wide shoulders, making it fall to the floor, and then unlaced with expert moves his loincloth. “Leave everything to me. I’m here to serve, you know…”

LaCour let the black man lie on the bed, on his back, and quickly got naked himself. Then he took the same perfumed oil he’d used with Rowan and knelt astride the man’s hips. He poured some of the fragrant oil on Dawson’s chiseled torso and started a sensual massage, using his palms, his fingers and his nails; he insisted on the sensitive nipples, making Dawson utter faint moans.

The black rod grew stiffer, tickling his puckered hole, and LaCour moved an oiled hand between his own legs, to grease the throbbing meat. Dawson looked straight at LaCour, hit by his confident, manly attitude, and raised sitting on the bed, placing his hands on the Creole’s perfect buns and digging his fingers into the firm flesh. His mouth was an inch from LaCour’s, and he leaned over, closing his eyes, but the butler recoiled a bit: “I do whatever you want, Hunter, whatever. But I don’t kiss.”

“You… don’t?” – the black man said, suddenly sorry and ashamed to have pushed his friend too much. LaCour flashed a seductive smile: “No, but I can do… this…”

~ Explosive sexuality ~

He lowered his hips and in a moment Dawson felt the head of his cock enveloped by the tender, intimate warmth of the butler’s linings. “Ohh… Oh, fuck!” – the black man exclaimed, lying down again to let his own hips take control of his body; with a nervous, involuntary contraction of his toned muscles, Dawson raised his hips and shoved his needy rod all the way up inside the butler’s ass, and then started pumping his cock in and out, bending his legs to add more power to his thrusts.

“Oohh.. Tu es formidable! – the Creole moaned loud, in ecstasy – “You know how to use your weapon, big boy!”. The praise boosted Dawson’s confidence, and the force of his onslaught with it. The butler’s cock, rock-hard and drooling with pre-cum, madly bounced up and down every time the black hips slammed against his buttocks.

LaCour sensed that his lustful buddy was rushing too much, and soon would’ve shot his load, so he placed his hands on his torso: “Wait… slow down… You’re too sexy, I want this to last…”. He raised his hips and rolled on the bed, on his back, bending his legs: “I don’t want only to feel you inside me, I want to feast my eyes over your hot black body, I want to look at you while you pump your mighty cock in and out of my ass… Give it to me, Hunter!”

The man didn’t need to be told twice, and placed the butler’s legs on his shoulders, forcing him in the most vulnerable position: “Here it is, man… You asked for it…”

Having now a greater control of his movements, Dawson impaled LaCour with even greater force, making the bed squeak under his thrusts. The Creole was overwhelmed by the sheer masculinity of the man, a confidence and a sexual prowess that only needed a little nudge to emerge from the uptight demeanor it was usually constrained into. Dawson’s cock was a jackhammer into LaCour’s tender linings, and again the butler thought that his buddy was rushing too much: “Don’t let this end too early, man… Ooohh… You’re wonderful, I don’t want it to end…”

“You don’t know me, man…” – Hunter replied with a lascivious smirk – “I’m going to fuck you so hard and for so long that you’ll beg me to stop…”.  The Creole was blown away by the unexpectedly dominant, sexy attitude of his buddy and suddenly stiffened: “OOOHH… Putain… You’re making me cuuuUUUUMMM!!!”

LaCour’s untouched cock started shooting like a fire hydrant, while he convulsed, under his lover’s hard pounding. He went on spurting his cream for what seemed an eternity, and all the while the fiery piston never slowed down, never gave him a moment of rest. At long last, his cock stopped throbbing, and he tensed again, as the powerful fuck had suddenly become too much to bear for his sensitive ass. He looked up at Dawson’s inquiring eyes, and said with coarse voice: “Don’t stop, stud… Nnnggh… Don’t stop! Give me it all! Aww… fuck! Yes!”

“You said you do anything…” – Dawson growled, and his tone exuded a manly dominance that made LaCour’s head spin – “…so you won’t object if I do… this!”. He wrapped his hand around the butler’s spent cock, slick with his semen, and started wanking it slowly, up and down, relentlessly, making the butler hiss through his teeth. “One word from you and I’ll stop…”

“Anything, I said…” – LaCour breathed with coarse voice – “Nnngghh… Go on, torture my ass and my cock, and I… aaahh… I’ll shoot again for you! Fuuuck… I didn’t know you were such a stud!”

The ‘torture’ didn’t last long, because in a couple minutes LaCour was moaning again, lost in the pleasure that Dawson was giving him with his mighty cock and his strong hand.

The black man was tireless, he never slowed his pace for a single moment, and the butler enjoyed the stiff black meat ravaging his insides, smashing hard over his prostate at each powerful thrust. The strong hand pumping on his cock, coupled with the sexual pressure radiating from his ass, was bringing him again over the edge.

“Fuck, you’re making me cum again, Hunter… Tell me you’re about to burst too!”.  The black housekeeper flashed a mischievous smirk and paced up his fuck: “I told you, you don’t know me… I’m a demanding lover, and I demand another load from you!”

“Hunter… Hunter… HUUUUHH!!” – LaCour howled, stiffening, while the greedy hand flying on his cock and the powerful rod battering his prostate squeezed another gush of semen from his groin. “Yes… yes… aaahh… aaaAAAGGHH… FUCK!!”.

The moans of pleasure quickly turned into groans of discomfort, as the second ejaculation had made him extremely sensitive. “One word…” – reminded him Dawson, unwilling to give to his buddy nothing that he didn’t want to get. Once more, LaCour clenched his teeth and looked defiantly at the black man: “I can go on as long as you do, stud! NNNGGHH… Do your worse, I… Awwww! I can take it!”

True to his word, Dawson went on fucking LaCour like there was no tomorrow for a long, long time. His stamina seemed endless, as well as his repressed lust. LaCour definitely wasn’t a rookie, but the stiff cock pumping into his ass and the strong hand wanking his meat were giving him such strong, pleasurable sensations that, at some point, he felt he was almost losing his mind: “Man, I’m not going to beg, but… I’m done, my ass is on fire, have mercy on me…”

“It’s your fault, you’re too damn hot, Floyd…” – Hunter exclaimed, in a rush of lust – “Can you imagine how hard is watching you walking around flaunting that gorgeous body and those emerald eyes of yours all the time? I’m giving you all the cock I wanted to give you in the last two months!”

“Poor boy…” – LaCour mused seductively, raising his hands to pinch Dawson’s nipples – “Such a powerful manliness kept restrained for months… All that juice boiling in your big balls straining to shoot… Your entire body screaming its need to cum… to cum… to CUM!!!”

“AWWW… FUUUUUCK!!!” – the black man howled, forcefully pushed into the abyss by the butler’s sexy, suave voice. Every single muscles of his body tensed and joined their effort in one last powerful thrust that shook hard LaCour and the entire bed. After hours of relentless fucking, an insane amount of manly seed was forcefully pumped deep inside the Creole’s hole, until it was too full to hold it all, and let some of it seep from the loosened anal ring.

Lost in his climax, Dawson’s hand gripped his buddy’s cock tighter as ever, and the additional excruciating feeling was too much to bear for LaCour, who howled once again his pleasure, adding more creamy blobs to the pool of semen already flooding his torso.

When finally Dawson, drenched with sweat and heaving hard, rolled away and landed on the mattress, LaCour felt wrecked and exhausted, but satisfied like never before. “Putain, what a fuck…” – he slurred – “Next time, remind me not to invite you for a late-night drink…”. Dawson chuckled and turned to his buddy, to reply to his joke, but the butler had already drifted off, with a contented smile on his handsome face.

~ Rocking the boat ~

The next morning, it was a warm sunny day and Beau asked to Rodgers to serve breakfast on the back terrace, overlooking the ample garden. While eating, Beau looked at Rowan with a thoughtful expression. “You know, what you told me yesterday hit me deep, about you acting like a puppet master and about having broken something within the Cove. Well… I think you’re right.”

Rowan probably expected Beau to insist, trying to convince him to come back to the Cove, and frowned, feeling blamed for what he’d done: “I told you. I thought a lot about it these days. I’m no good for the Cove, and in a way I’m glad you agree on that.”

“Actually, I totally disagree on that. You acted as a puppet master, true, but what should you have done? You loved Gerry, you loved us, you loved the Cove and were not ready to give up on any of these things. But really…” – Beau added, looking at Rowan with sympathy – “who could ever give up on someone he loves? Look at me, it’s two days that I’m acting like a puppet master, trying desperately to bring you back with me, and I do this just because I can’t possibly give up on you…”

The frown on Rowan’s face got deeper, as he knew well the pain he was giving to Beau and the entire Cove: “But then it comes the time when you have no option: if you really love someone, you have to let him go, and that’s what I’m doing. I love everybody at the Cove, but since I must choose, I choose Gerry: like you said, he’s lost without me, and it’s mutual; while the Cove… the Cove, without us, will soon rebuild the balance that I shattered so carelessly.”

“That’s the second point, you said you broke the delicate balance we had created within the Cove, and that’s true. But it’s not the first time it happened: last time was when Jorell arrived, with his heavy load of pain, memories and sense of guilt [1], and with a flamboyant boy who put a strain on the relationship between Wahkan and Chayton [2]. And before him, how can we forget the tsunami that almost swept away the Cove, when I brought Brennan with me! [3]”

Beau sighed: “You see, every change in the Cove, every new member that joins us brings with him his load of emotions, his past, his fears, and this inevitably ‘rocks the boat’, as Kale says, and we all are required to do our best to adjust to the new situation. Changes are always welcome, they bring fresh air into the Cove, but they come at a little price: a price that we all are more than willing to pay, to have Jorell, Brennan, you and Gerry with us.”

“I learned this long ago” – Beau continued, with a faraway look ­– “when Barry joined Kale and me in that house. Back then, the Cove didn’t even exist. One morning I busted Barry fucking Kale, and I felt my heart stop [4]. Talk about ‘rocking the boat’! But then, Kale shot me a pleading glance, because he knew that he was hurting me, but helping Barry find his way was more important. That was the moment the Cove was born; that was when I realized that together we were something bigger than me, Kale and Barry.”

Beau looked intensely at Rowan: “Tell me you will come back to the Cove, Rowan! Tell me that you won’t go away, bringing Gerry with you! The boat won’t be rocking for long, we can be happy, together!”

Rowan had long stopped eating, and was nervously crushing the delicious tart that chef Marco had prepared for them. “You’re very kind saying so, but you know it’s not the whole truth. Gerry is not just ‘rocking the boat’, he is a thorn in the Cove’s side, especially because I’m not going to ask him anymore to give up on women and accept our lifestyle: if he stays at the Cove he will go on bringing his women there; and if he continuously breaks the most important rule of the Cove, not to have an involvement with anyone outside, how can the other member stick to it? How can the men forgive me for having ruined and broken to its foundations the Cove?”

Rowan had watery eyes when he turned to Beau and breathed: “It breaks my heart, Beau, but I made up my mind: I’m not coming back to the Cove. Ever. Gerry and I will go back living at his place. Eventually, you will forgive and forget me, and will be happy again.”

Hearing what he’d dearly hoped to never hear, Beau lowered his eyes and said under his breath: “Then, I failed. The entire Cove failed. There is no reason for me to stay here any longer, I will leave tomorrow morning.”

He stood up and went inside, leaving Rowan looking with wet eyes the beautiful garden, where he personally had twelve oaks planted [5]. Twelve oaks. In his hurting mind, an equally hurting Ashley murmured: “Now I find myself in a world in which there's no place for me…” [6]

~ A surprising dinner ~

Rowan didn’t see Beau for the rest of the day, mostly because he didn’t move from his room and even had his lunch there. At sunset, LaCour went to Rowan, reporting that Beau would’ve appreciated his presence at dinner, one last time, and recommended a formal suit. “The grand dining room again?” – Rowan groaned, already picturing himself and Beau eating in silence, lost in that huge room. “I know your life is not going… in the direction you hoped for, Monsieur” – LaCour replied with sympathy – “but this is no reason for not being perfectly attired! Come, Monsieur, I’ll help you getting dressed.”

The butler was tying the knot of Rowan’s bow tie when Beau knocked and entered the room. He flashed and affectionate smile to the guy and said: “You’re a sight, Rowan. Thank you for dressing up for me. Are you coming downstairs with me?”

They walked the long corridor in silence and climbed down the grand staircase. Beau opened the door to the main dining room… and Rowan gasped loud, looking at the scene with wide eyes. At the table, looking at him with tender smiles, there were all the men and boys of the Cove.

“What… What does it mean…?” – Rowan stuttered, frozen in the doorframe. Beau gently pulled him from his arm and walked him to his seat, in the middle of the long table. “You see, Rowan” – Beau explained, taking his seat at the head – “we promised not to force you to come back to the Cove, but you can’t force the Cove not to come to you! Besides, this wasn’t my idea: when I informed them that I was coming back without you, they all decided to come here. In this case, the proverbial mountain came to Mohammed…”

Kale, who was sitting in front of Rowan, added: “We’re not here just to have dinner: we’re here to stay as long as you do; even if you move to Gerry’s place, we’d come there. And fifteen boisterous guys living in two rooms and a bathroom won’t be nice, I warn you!” – he concluded chuckling. 

“We’re not going to ever give up on you, Rowan” – Alex intervened, and Wahkan said solemnly: “No matter how hard you blow, Wi-Sapa [7], you can’t make the wind change direction”.

Gerry stood up, and Rowan’s mouth sagged open, seeing him wearing an elegant suit that someone had obviously lent him, because it was a bit tight on his massive frame; but his look was astonishing nevertheless. “Look at me, Rowan. You know this is not what I usually wear, and this place… well, this is the last place where I feel at ease, but I don’t care, because no one here will laugh at my lack of manners or at my fuckin’ tight suit. I know, now, that these wonderful guys love me, that they… don’t judge me.”

“These days, separated by you” – Gerry continued, looking at the men sitting at the table – “I discovered that no matter how I live my life, I’m part of the Cove, they helped me a lot, and I helped them, and this what the Cove is all about: not just fucking each other, but taking care of each other. Well, fucking, too…!”. Everyone giggled and exchanged knowing grins, and Gerry continued: “I know, in the beginning I didn’t want to go living there, but I’m so glad you nudged me, so now I’m going to nudge you: come back to the Cove with me!”

“Apparently…” – Beau intervened, with an innocent smile – “…the ‘crazy puppet master’ didn’t cause much damage, quite the opposite, I say! At least, we puppets have nothing to complain about!”

Listening to Beau’s joke, spoken in such a jovial tone, Rowan couldn’t hold himself anymore and a halting laughter escaped his lips, while tears flowed from his eyes. “Why are you all so kind with me?” – Rowan whined – “I really don’t deserve that…”

Alex looked at Rowan with great affection and said: “We are so kind because you are one of us, and Gerry, too. Speaking of whom, I’m also personally thankful to you for having brought to us such a hunk of a man, though I know well I’ll never have a taste of him...”

“Never say never, man!” – Gerry giggled, and the entire table exploded in a roaring laughter. 

“Gentlemen…” – Rowan said in a louder voice, standing up, when the laughter trailed off – “I need to ask for your forgiveness. I wanted so much to make Gerry love you all, and you all love him, that I acted like a fool. I know how big is your heart, I know that you never point a finger and don’t judge people. But I didn’t trust you, I stupidly thought that I had to… lure you into loving each other, and I only created high expectations and crushing disappointments…”

Rowan looked around, at the faces looking at him with sympathy, and wiped off his tears: “I’ve probably been your major disappointment. I acted like an elephant in a china shop, especially when I asked Barry for sex that way. I should’ve talked to Gerry, I should’ve talked to you all, but… don’t know… the guy living on the streets that I’ve been for years has overcome me.”

Rowan sighed, went to Gerry and pulled him on his feet: “Daddy, we may not be perfect, sure enough I’m not, but my life is bound to yours. God knows why, but you chose me as your boy, a while ago, and so far you’ve forgiven my insistence, my luck of respect, my forcing you into sexual acts that don’t fit you… The list is long, but so far you always forgave me. Tell me you forgive me once more, Daddy, tell me I’m still your boy…”

Gerry had wet eyes and without a word leaned over and gave a long, churning, fierce kiss to his boy, sharing his breath and making their heart beat in unison. When they parted, he said with shiny eyes: “Is this enough as an answer, boy? Like you said, our lives are bound, so… don’t you ever go away, because when you try and cut that bond it hurts like hell…”

They kissed again, amid loud cheers, whistles and rowdy comments, and everyone crowded around Rowan to hug him and tell him how happy they were to have him back. In that moment, Rodgers, the waiter, brought an enormous plate of braised lamb and placed it in the center of the table. Everyone took back his seat and suddenly Barry exclaimed: “Hey, guys, wait! We’re thirteen at the table! This can’t be!”

He pointed to Rodgers, the waiter and added “Hey kid! Teddy, is it? Come here, we absolutely need you, sit down and have dinner with us!”. The waiter meekly objected: “Sir, you are fifteen, not thirteen…”, but Barry flashed a sly grin at him: “Don’t argue with me, boy! I said we’re thirteen and that’s it! Here, take the seat next to me and grab some lamb! If I remember well, you like meat… [8] If you’re lucky, later you’ll get a second portion!”

“Barry!!” – Kale said in a reproachful tone, but Teddy was way too eager to sit next to the rowdy worker, and more laughter ensued. LaCour got closer to Barry and said with a courteous tone: “Don’t worry, sir. Since Rodgers has been… uhm… commandeered, I’ll personally wait on you tonight. Whatever the guests need…” – he concluded with a meaningful glance – “…the guests get. Whatever, sir…”. The blatant offer boosted Barry’s self-confidence, if ever he needed it, and he grunted in a pleased tone: “Good. Preference noted”, raising muffled chuckles all around the table.

The dinner, now that the tension had gone, was lively and boisterous, and went on for long. Marco, the hunky Italian chef, personally served the dessert, a creamy Tiramisù, and there were many enthusiastic appreciations… only few of which for the dessert.

In the end, Beau decreed that it was too late and they had drunk too much to go back to the Cove, and invited everyone to find a room for the night.  

~ Two studs and a boy ~

Beau grabbed Kale by his arm and growled into his ear: “You’re not going anywhere, man! Tonight you’re mine!”. Brennan looked at them with puppy eyes: “Does it means I have to sleep alone…?”. Beau giggled and threw his arm around his shoulders: “No, this means that a handsome gille-tòine will work overtime, tonight!”

Chuckling and laughing, the ‘little family’ rushed upstairs and went to the main bedroom. While undressing, Kale heard Barry and the young waiter Rodgers entering the room next to theirs and winked at Beau: “Someone is going to have an extra portion of meat, and a huge one…!” 

And that’s exactly what Barry had in mind, while closing the door behind him and the young waiter. Rodgers was clearly excited, but also a bit anxious: “Sir… I’m not sure… I mean, I want it, sir, but first I should…”

“Kid, when we’re behind that closed door, I’m just Barry, not ‘sir’, ‘mister’ or anything fancy like that, OK? In this room there’s only me, you and… this!” – Barry concluded, dropping his pants and underwear, and making his huge cock, already at half mast, bounce heavily between his legs.

Rodgers gulped hard, staring at such a hefty piece of manhood: “Sir… Barry… before doing… anything I should really talk to Lawrence…”

“Now, who the fuck is this Lawrence??” – Barry said aloud, and the waiter, a bit intimidated, replied: “Max Lawrence, the handyman, sir… Barry. By now, he must be looking for me… He should know that I… that we…”

Barry flashed a lustful grin and pushed the guy onto the bed, massaging his own cock to a full, wondrous erection: “Unless you have short memory, kid, you know you’re already about to get more meat that you can dream of. I don’t need no helping hand from any fuckin’ handyman…”

The buff worker knelt on the bed, astride Teddy’s face, and pointed his humongous tool to his mouth, but he couldn’t go any further because the door crashed open: “Teddy! What’s going on here?”. Barry turned to the door and saw a bulky blond man, wearing brown overalls over his wide bare chest. He was in his early fifties; his face, covered with a thick blond beard, was a bit weathered, but his blue eyes shone like two luminous gems. And those gems were menacingly fixated on Barry.

Barry jumped off the bed and turned to the man, shamelessly pointing at him his massive hard cock, angry to be interrupted at the best part: “Who the fuck are you, man?”. Teddy’s hesitant voice came from behind him: “He’s Max, the handyman. Since my wife left me, last month, he took me… under his wing, so to speak…”

The worker flashed a knowing smile to Lawrence: “So, man, you got yourself a cute boy…”.  Lawrence looked a bit uneasy: “Teddy is not my ‘boy’, but he was so unhappy and lost after his wife left him, and he was… curious, so I… well… I take care of him, that’s all.”

“I’m not going to hurt him…” – Barry said in a sly tone – “but if you want to make sure, take a seat and enjoy the show, I don’t mind having an audience…”. Lawrence looked at Teddy, who said meekly: “Please, Max, I really want it…”

Quite reluctantly, the handyman nodded his consent with a grunt and Teddy quickly stripped naked and stood on the bed on all fours. Lawrence was worried by the size of Barry’s cock and feared he could hurt Teddy, so he sat on the bed, in front of the guy, to check on him. Barry used a huge amount of lube, knowing from the last time how tight and inexperienced was Teddy’s hole.

Despite his effort, when the wide mushroom head forced open the tight anal ring, Teddy howled: “Awww… FUCK!!!”, and some tears involuntarily spilled from his eyes. Lawrence instantly yelled: “Motherfucker! You’re hurting him! Pull out! Pull out NOW!”

“NO!” – the young waiter screamed with chocked voice – “No, Max… I want it… I really want it! Barry, don’t stop… push it in… all the way!”.  Barry knew how painful it could be his weapon, if misused, and took any possible care, stopping frequently, until he was almost completely inside the guy’s overstretched ass. Teddy was heaving, looking straight at the frowning handyman, who was holding the guy’s face with caring hands.

Without averting his gaze, Teddy bravely said with coarse voice: “Barry… you’re almost there… I can take it… Just one last push!”. And Barry pushed, shoving the last inches of his massive cock into the protesting ass. “AAAAGGHH… Thank you…!!” – the young waiter cried out, his cheeks streaked with tears, but with an exhilarated expression on his face and an irrepressible hard-on between his legs.

The huge rod started moving back and forth in his ass, sensually, almost lovingly, and it took a short time until the pain faded away and Teddy felt in heaven. Since he first laid his eyes on Barry, during the house opening, he had fallen hard for that bulky, rough worker with two piercing pale-blue eyes and a mountain of hairy muscles.

Back then, when he and Kale took his virginity, it was painful, and not only physically, but emotionally, too, because he was still married, and he felt he was cheating on his wife in the worst way. He swore not to do that ever more, and he didn’t, he chose his wife giving up to his true nature, but she left him nevertheless.

~ Fucked by proxy ~

 “Max…” – Teddy murmured, looking with loving eyes at the handsome, buff handyman who lately helped him so much finding his way. Shaken by the powerful thrusts from behind, the guy placed a hand on Max’ crotch, feeling the stiffness of his member under the rough fabric. The handyman smiled back at him and started unbuttoning his pants: “Do you think you have something left for your man?”

«My man…», the young waiter thought, feeling a warmth inside that merged with the fire that Barry was pouring into him with his constant, powerful pounding. He looked at the stiff thick cock in front of him, the cock that many times he had kissed and sucked since he forged a bond with the handyman, and greedily lowered his mouth on it.

In just one month of practice, Teddy couldn’t become an expert cocksucker, and still such a hefty meat caused him to gurgle and gag, but he didn’t care: Barry was giving him the fuck of his life, and he didn’t want Max to have any less. So, he forcefully pushed the hot rod down his throat, trying hard to control the gag reflex and breathing through the nose.

“Ooohh… Teddy… Nnnggh…” – the blond stud moaned, forcefully keeping his hands away, unwilling to force the guy beyond his limits. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm wetness of his buddy’s mouth, the tightness of his inexperienced throat, and felt a rush of affection for him, for the obvious effort he was putting in giving him the best blow job he could.

After a while, Lawrence opened his eyes and saw Berry’s piercing gaze fixated on him. The tender care that had lit those eyes while gently penetrating Teddy had been replaced by an almost animalistic lust. Knowing that by now Teddy’s hole had loosened enough, Barry pulled his cock almost out of the guy’s ass, paused for a moment and then abruptly shoved it in, forcefully pushing Teddy’s mouth on the handyman’s cock.

Max gasped for the sudden, excruciating feeling radiating from his cock, and for the wave of sexual tension coming from Barry. The worker gave another powerful thrust with his muscular hips, and once again Teddy’s throat had to surrender to the stiff meat roughly invading it.

The handyman looked down, afraid that Teddy could feel distraught by the synced violation of both his anus and his mouth, but the guy was clearly taking the rough treatment in stride. The two men’s eyes locked once more, and Barry kept doing that - pulling out, pausing and then forcefully shoving in – and Max felt like… like Barry was fucking his cock through Teddy, like Barry was… fucking him by proxy, and that sent his sexuality in overdrive.

The blond stud shook faintly his head, overwhelmed by the sensations that Barry was making him feel, and by the sheer dominance he was showing, quickly pushing him toward an explosive climax… without even touching him!

“Aww… fuck, man…” – Max blurred, looking at Barry with half-closed eyes – “You’re such a fuckin’ stud… Ooohh! Yeah, push that mighty club into the boy’s ass! Aaahh.. Make him gag on my manly meat! You’re making me cum, man… Nnngghh… I’m about… AWW… FUUUUCCK!!”

Totally lost in his sexual delirium, Max grabbed Teddy’s head and pushed it down to his pubes, keeping it there, while he shot his creamy essence down his throat. The sight of Max writhing and bucking for the overwhelming pleasure sent Barry through the roof, and he started pounding frantically on the young waiter’s buttocks, until he stiffened and a chocked roar exploded from his throat: “GGGHAAA!!!” and poured gallons of sperm into the guy’s ravaged hole.

Teddy felt like he was putty in those men’s strong hands, he couldn’t breath and he felt inundated both sides by torrents of hot manly juice. He totally lost control of himself, and a wreaking climax exploded in his groin. He opened his mouth to scream as loud as he could, but the only thing that escaped his overstuffed stuffed mouth was a copious gush of sperm. 

Max, still shooting like a fire hose, was suddenly afraid to harm Teddy, so he quickly pulled up the guy’s head away from his cock; Teddy looked up at him, smiling, and with his hand started stroking the man’s spurting cock, sending more shivers down his spine.

Howls of pleasure echoed in the room, and along the long corridor, while the two studs and the boy emptied their balls to the last drop, until they all crashed on the mattress, totally spent, and the silence was broken only by their heavy breathing.

~ The calm after the storm ~

In the adjacent room, lying in bed with Kale and Brennan, Beau giggled: “I said I wanted this house to resound with sighs of love, but this is too much!”. Kale placed his head on his lover’s chest and replied: “You know our guys, and especially Barry: give them an inch and they’ll take a mile…”. 

“But apparently they’re taking my staff, too!” – Beau laughed – “I can’t guess who is with Barry and Rodgers, though…”. Brennan rose sitting: “It’s Lawrence, the handyman, sir! Ahh… He’s such a hot stud…!”

“Watch your mouth, kid! You don’t lust after other men in front of me!” – the blond boss laughed – “Now seriously, Brennan, you did an excellent job selecting the house staff. LaCour is more than perfect, and even the poised, restrained Dawson doesn’t back off when it comes to do something… beyond his duties.”

Beau caressed Kale’s hair and said softly: “And you’ve been great, too, bringing here the entire Cove. This morning I felt totally lost, I couldn’t convince Rowan to come back and I felt I failed. I felt like the entire Cove had failed, because if we can’t help a hurting boy… even if the boy is thirty by now… than we missed our goal.”

“But in the end, the Cove did its magic, as always” – Kale replied in a soothing tone – “and I did nothing: I just noticed that everyone was already eager to come here to bring Rowan back, so I suggested to come and stay. You should’ve seen us: our neighbors must’ve thought that the house was on fire when they saw a dozen men and boys running out to the street, take their cars and rush away!”

“Kale…” – Beau said, doubtful – “Do you really think that when Rowan is back things will go back to normal? Do you think that they all will be happy? Rowan had a point, when he said that Gerry is different than us, regarding his sexual inclinations. We can’t forbid him to have sex with women we know nothing about, and this makes me worry. You know why we stated that rule about the outsiders…”

“We set that rule because we didn’t want anyone spreading a disease within the Cove, and also because having sex with an outsider might break our delicate inner balance. As for the STD’s, I know for sure Gerry is extremely careful and always uses protection: after all, he fucks women, and the last thing he wants is to make them pregnant… something that we don’t have to worry about!”

Beau giggled, and Kale continued: “And there’s no way for Gerry to break our mutual balance, because no one within the Cove can grant him what he needs; so, no one can feel hurt by his looking elsewhere. Though in a rushed, forceful way, that’s what even Rowan has understood, when he went to Barry in search of love: he and Gerry are already finding their new mutual balance, with Gerry laying women and… Barry laying Rowan!”

“And we’ll do the same…” – Beau concluded – “We’ll find a new balance within the Cove, to take in account Gerry’s… peculiarities! But tell me one thing, Kale… When you spotted that woman, Gladys, half naked, did you really… felt something looking at her ‘enormous boobs’, as you described them?”

“Beau, you know my story…” – Kale said shyly – “You know I’ve been after women for most of my life, I’ve even been married. There are some… instinctive reactions that you can’t control. When you see those bouncing globes at an inch from your face, you have to restrain your hands not to take handfuls of them…”

“Did you… have a hard-on, watching Gladys?” – the blond boss murmured, feeling like he was sailing into uncharted waters, and a deep frown obscured his handsome features when Kale replied with a simple: “Yes…”.

Beau turned his head away, unable to understand his feelings, and the sensible Kale, with his hand, gently forced him to look at him: “You’re the only man… the only person in the world I’m in love with, Beau. Having an erection has nothing to do with it. Hey, I have erections all the times, looking at Barry, Alex…”

“But that doesn’t make me feel bad” – Beau exclaimed – “because, if you wanted, I could give you the same things they could give you!”. Kale shook his head: “Please, don’t feel hurt, now, but that’s not true. Every man is different, and Barry and Alex give me something you don’t and cannot give me, and there’s nothing bad about it! If you were rough and brutal like only Barry can be, I wouldn’t love you so much. And I couldn’t love you so much if you were austere like Wahkan, or childishly playful like Alex, or you had a 13-inch monster like Jorell!”

“You… you wouldn’t want me to have a 13-inch cock?” – Beau asked, apparently serious, but there was an impish light in his eyes. Kale reciprocated the sly gaze: “What you have is even too much, sometimes, stud! And anyway, such a beast must make you feel torn apart… But you tell me, as you know way too well! [9]”

“Why, didn’t you ever… I mean… tasted it?”

“No, but now that you make me think about it, I should… taste it!” – Kale giggled – “Or maybe, since I’m here at Maison de la Motte, I should check Dawson’s endowment!”

Brennan, who so far had stayed silent, listening to the men’s serious talking, jumped on his knees, glad to have something to say: “He’s very well endowed, sir! Not like Jorell, of course, no one can be like him, but Dawson has quite an impressive black cock!”

“Oh! And how do you know, kid?” – Beau said, seriously, displeased that Brennan might’ve had sex with an adult man (and a member of the staff!) without his consent – “Don’t you know the rules, Brennan?”

The boy seemed to sag into the mattress: “Is… peeking on the staff while showering against the rules, sir?”

“P… Peeking?” – Beau exclaimed, surprised and relieved – “I’m sorry, kid, I should’ve trusted you more… Peeking is perfectly fine! As a matter of fact, that’s what I often did at Applecross house: there was a handyman, there, with a muscled hairy body that always made me feel on fire! Thinking about him, he resembled a bit our chef Marco: olive skin, dark eyes, thick body hair and a confidence that added to his already overwhelming manliness!”

Beau pulled Brennan between him and Kale and said seductively: “I have something to be forgiven for by my beautiful boy, and I also have something to thank for my sexy lover, so here I am, ready to fulfill your wildest desires!”

Kale groaned, half asleep, and said “Beau, your offer is very tempting, but I’m dead tired… These last days, at the Cove, were wrecking, with all the men and boys in need of comfort, in need of a soothing word. May we just sleep, tonight?”

“My poor Kale, you’re such a kind man, always giving all you have to anyone, and no one to take care of you… I’m sorry I stayed away so long, I didn’t expect Rowan to be so stubborn. Of course we can sleep. And this kid, here…” – he added, fondling Brennan’s stiff cock – “will have to wait. Maybe tomorrow!”

“Aww… Sir, can’t I have a small advance?” – Brennan whined – “Just a quick fuck…! I feel so hot, let me be your gille-tòine! Or maybe, I could just get off watching you…”

“I know it’s hard, Brennan, but if you really want to be a perfect gille-tòine, you have to give yourself to your men, without reserves, and give whatever they want from you. And tonight I’m asking you to… donate me your sexual tension, your horniness”. Beau lowered his voice: “You know, I’m horny as a bull, too, and I desire nothing more in the world than your tender ass, but I will restrain myself, out of love and respect for Kale. Will you do it for me, my boy?”

Brennan smiled tenderly: “You know I will, sir. I’m your boy…”

“Tomorrow it will be even better” – Beau concluded, switching off the light – “with some good pent-up horniness firing up our loins. Now sleep. Bonne nuit!” 

Beau didn’t know, but the next morning they all, including Brennan, would’ve satisfied their horniness, and in a very surprising way! 

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