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 female 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 the entire Cove goes to him to take him back.

Synopsys

At Maison de la Motte, Italian chef Marco can finally sneak into Beau's bed, and gets even more than he hoped for, thanks to Brennan's sexual prowess. Back home, Kale and Laniakea celebrate Rowan's comeback performing a very sensual Hula dance that leads to a flaming hot threesome in Barry's bed… [⏳: 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 11-12 (PDF with bookmarks)

≈ CHAPTER 12 – BACK TO THE COVE ≈

~ Breakfast in bed ~

Brennan lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, trying to ignore his raging hard-on. Beau had asked him to save his juice and give up on having sex that night, out of respect for the exhausted Kale.

Truth to be told, Brennan did his very best, that night, to fulfil Beau’s request. He didn’t touch himself and tried to ignore his persistent erection and the pressure in his groin. Eventually, he drifted off, but his youthful hormones filled his dreams with a long line of men of all sizes and skin tones (but all of them strapped and handsome) waiting to shove their cocks into the delightful ass of the gille-tòine named Brennan who was the talk of the town.

When the boy opened his eyes, he looked down at his throbbing cock and felt like he had a hard-on the whole night… which was probably true. He was lying in bed between Beau and Kale, both sound asleep, and reckoned that they, too, were extremely horny, judging by the stiff poles raising the thin bedsheets like a family tent.

With an urchin smile, he remembered he’d promised to donate his own horniness to his master and not to seek for pleasure, but not a word was uttered about giving pleasure to other men. So, he sneaked under the sheets and gently kissed Beau’s swelling cock; he parted his lips and carefully engulfed the hot pole with his mouth, while with his hand he reached for Kale’s cock, starting to wank him slowly, not to wake him up.

The faint sleepy moans told him he was on the right track, and intensified a little the steady up-and-down movements of both his mouth and his hand. There were louder moans… and suddenly the bedsheets were pulled away!

“You little punk!” – Beau said, with an amused smile – “Shame on you! Satisfy your lust over two helpless sleeping men!”.  Brennan looked at him with innocent eyes: “Oh, no, sir! I was not satisfying my lust! Look!”

The boy rose on his knees, showing off his throbbing cock, that clearly had got no satisfaction whatsoever, so far. Beau, laughing, grabbed him and pulled him down on the mattress, waking up Kale: “Hey, buddy, give me a hand to punish this unruly boy for his misfits!”

In a moment, the ample bed was shaken by a laughing tangle of arms, legs, mouths and stiff cocks. Totally lost in their rowdy, playful act, they didn’t hear the knock on the door, nor they realized they weren’t alone any more, until they heard a loud throat clearing.

“Marco!” – Beau exclaimed, turning to look at the beefy chef, who was holding a big tray filled with a sumptuous breakfast. The chef was wearing his customary diagonally-buttoned white blouse, but he’d left undone most of the buttons, giving to Beau an enticing view of his hairy olive-skinned chest.

“Your… breakfast, Sirs!” – the chef growled with such a lustful tone that anyone clearly understood who was the breakfast he was offering – “I thought that you might have enjoyed it in bed. Like I had the chance to inform you, Sir [1], I do wonders with meat… but if you fancy a cupcake, mine is… moist and delicious…!”

He put down the tray on the table and shot an unequivocal glance at Beau, Kale and Brennan, who all were staring at him with greedy eyes. Beau closed his mouth, that had sagged open for the surprise, and jumped off the bed, confidently showing off his raging erection and faking an outraged expression: “Look at you! Is it a proper way to wear your uniform? You don’t deserve to wear it!” – he said with authoritarian tone, undoing the last few buttons of the blouse and taking it off altogether. “And these go with it!” – he added, unlacing with a swift motion the uniform trousers and abruptly pulling him down.

While Marco quickly got rid of his shoes and socks, the three spectators widened their eyes, looking at the chef’s underwear, the skimpiest briefs they’d ever seen. The wide frontal pouch was filled to the brim with a huge manhood; the fabric was so taut that the loose rubber bands at the legs and the narrow waistband couldn’t bear the tension, and let out thick tufts of black hair.

Kale was the first to speak: “I… I think I’ll taste some meat… if I may, that is…” – he said, shooting a questioning glance at Beau, who winked back at him: “Every viand is regularly checked in this restaurant, buddy, so go for it!”

As a matter of fact, there was an unspoken exception to the Cove’s golden rule not to have sex with outsiders: at Maison de la Motte, all the employees were granted full health coverage and underwent regular checkups for possible diseases, so any visit to the mansion was a sort of free-for-all for the men and boys of the Cove.

Marco smiled lasciviously and confidently tore away his skimpy briefs, revealing a dark-skinned uncut hefty cock resting on a swollen hairy ball sac. He climbed on the bed and knelt between Kale’s spread legs, and Brennan quickly straddled Kale’s torso, like in a sixty-nine position, and reached for the half-hard cut of Italian meat dangling in front of him.

~ Back-propelled train ~

 “Mmmmhh…” – the chef moaned, inhaling sharply, when Brennan’s lips closed around his cock – “Meraviglioso…! You have a velvet mouth, boy… Go on, munch on it at will, the pantry is full…!”

Kale looked at Brennan’s ass, spread in front of his eyes, and raised his head, sticking out his tongue to lick and tease the sensitive puckered skin. A gurgle of pleasure escaped the boy’s stuffed throat, and he arched his back to open wider his ass cheeks and invite Kale to rim him deeply. Bobbing his head on the chef’s hefty cock, Brennan enjoyed with every fiber of his being the worming tongue intruding into his hole, gently forcing open his elastic anal ring.

They went on for a short while, until Marco, now sporting a huge rock-hard erection, growled: “Bravo ragazzo, you’re such a good boy…” and pulled back; he grabbed Kale’s legs and bent them over, making the Hawaiian’s ass raise and spread, ready to be impaled. He pressed his wet cock on the tender man hole and eased it in, effortlessly, moaning loud for the exquisite feelings that Kale’s expert ass was giving him.

The Italian’s powerful hips set in motion, and Kale instantly realized that Marco was not a rough fucker, not at all: he was expert, caring, supremely manly in his confident way of using his weapon. The stiff rod explored and rummaged the most hidden and private places inside Kale’s body, finding his most sensitive spots and relentlessly hitting them, over and over.

Kale’s cock throbbed hard, and Brennan, still straddling his torso, lowered his mouth to lick the beads of pre-cum oozing from the shiny cock head. He licked all around the sensitive corona and then took it all down his throat, making Kale moan loud for the excruciating sensations.

Brennan was restless, as he too wanted his ass filled with hot meat, so he turned around, on all fours, straddling Kale’s hips; there was not much room to maneuver, as Marco was holding Kale’s legs up in the air, but using his hand, the boy lifted the throbbing member a little and backed up, exhaling a satisfied sigh when he felt Kale’s mushroom head plop inside his greedy hole.

He moved back and forth, on all fours, trying to take as much cock as he could, but due to Kale’s position, he couldn’t take more than half of his stiff member. But he didn’t give up: while he was desperately seeking his own pleasure, he wanted even more to give pleasure to Kale, like a good gille-tòine; and he knew that brushing his elastic anal ring over the counselor’s cock head, making it plop in and out of his ass over and over, was giving him a maddening sensation. So, he went on moving back and forth, rejoicing Kale’s chocked moans of pure delight.

Marco was fucking Kale with long, confident thrusts, enjoying the excruciating feeling with his eyes shut, and he gasped when he felt Beau’s massive rod, slick with lubricant, poking at his rear entrance. “I think I’ll fancy a moist and juicy cupcake…” – Beau whispered with desire into Marco’s ear, who replied with a sudden hesitancy in his voice: “Sir, I… don’t offer my cupcake frequently… It’s been a long time, actually… Please, go easy…”

Beau’s hands wrapped around the hairy torso from behind and played with the meaty nipples, adding a little pressure on the man’s hole: “You’re a big boy, you can surely take… this!”

Breathing his last word, Beau pushed a little harder forcing open the tight anal muscle, while madly flicking the stiff nipples, and Marco growled a deep “Oooohhh…”, tilting his head back, until it rested on Beau’s shoulder. Beau smiled, seeing the proud Latin lover giving up to his dominant attitude and totally surrendering to the sweet onslaught over his sensitive ass and chest.

Moving his hips in sync with Marco, Beau slowly pushed his entire cock inside the Italian’s tight hole, and with his thrusts guided him fucking Kale. Truth to be told, he wasn’t jealous, as the whole scene was just a joyful ‘sexcapade’ with the hunky chef, but Beau felt the need to reassert his role as the house master, Brennan’s mentor and Kale’s lover.

His vigorous thrusts pushed Marco deeper into Kale, who in turn shoved harder his dick into Brennan, and Beau enjoyed the feeling of being again in charge. All of them were writhing with pleasure, and Beau felt like he was satisfying with his one manhood all the three guys. But one guy, apparently, wanted more…

“Sir…” – Brennan said plaintively, looking into Kale’s eyes – “I really want to taste Marco’s… meat, too! Please, may I? Don’t say no, please, I really, really want it!”

Kale feigned a disappointed expression: “So, you prefer him over me… You want his big, veiny cock replace mine into your hole…”

“Oh, no, sir!!” – the boy hastened to say, hesitantly – “I… I want you… both…!”

~ The best ‘culattone’ in town ~

Listening to Brennan’s words, Marco pulled out from Kale and let go of his legs. The boy was still bent over the counselor’s chest, impaled on his cock, and Marco took a long, greedy look at the young, pale buttocks.

Kale glanced over Brennan’s shoulder and looked at Marco and then at Beau, uncertain. Nothing moved in the room for a long moment, and then Beau leaned to Marco’s ear and said seriously: “You’re not going to hurt him, I won’t let you. You’ve been warned.”

The chef flashed a confident grin: “Sir, believe me, if there’s something I can do, it’s using my cock. I would never hurt a boy…”. He placed a loving hand on Brennan’s back and added, in a louder voice: “…especially a brave boy like this young buck! Don’t be afraid, kid, I’ll be easy on you.”

 “I’m not afraid, Chef!” – Brennan replied confidently – “I’m a Scotsman!”

Kale took the boy’s face in his hands and said seriously: “I know, you’re such a brave guy, but don’t overdo it: just one word from you and we stop immediately, ok?”

Brennan nodded, excited, and Marco smeared quite a lot of lubricant on his hefty cock. Using his hand, he pressed his wide mushroom head over the boy’s hole, already filled by Kale’s cock, and started exerting a rising pressure. Behind him, Beau stood motionless, with his stiff cock still deeply planted into the Italian’s ass.

Brennan kept his eyes closed, concentrating in relaxing his anal ring as much as possible, until… “AAAGHH!”, he screamed, when the big slick intruder broke into his moist cavity, stretching his boy’s hole to its limit. Kale murmured: “Brennan, you OK? Should we stop?”

“No, sir, I’m… nnngghh… I’m fine…” – the boy replied, and though his eyes were spilling some tears, his expression was triumphant. “I’m fine, sir, never better!” – he repeated, and then turned to Marco: “Say, Chef, how you like you gille-tòine?”

“My… what?” – Marco replied, and Beau explained: “It’s Gaelic; if my memory doesn’t fail me, in Italian should be something like ‘culattone’…”

The chef faltered, as in Italian the word was a horrible insult, just like in Gaelic, but he guessed that the ‘little family’ used that word in a more respectful and playful way, between them, and flashed a knowing smile. “You’re wonderful, boy!” – he said enthusiastically – “Now, get ready for the… Aww, Cazzo!”

He was taken by surprise by Beau, who had given a powerful thrust with his hips, burying his cock deeper than ever into his hairy ass, while forcing at the same time the chef’s own rod all the way into Brennan overstretched hole.

Apart from a sudden frown over the boy’s face, not a moan or outcry escaped his lips. The grimace of pain didn’t last long, and Kale was reassured when he saw again the boy proudly smiling at him.

“This is how a Scottish culattone services his men…!” – Beau said, with equal pride, to the gasping chef – “And now, let’s give the boy what he craves for!”

Beau’s hips started a wide back-and-forth motion, giving room to Marco to pull almost completely out of Brennan’s ass, to then give a powerful push that buried again both cocks into the fiery flesh. The chef, usually extremely confident and assertive, felt like he was a sort of extension of Beau’s cock and basked into the excruciating pleasure the three guys were giving him, without even try to keep the situation under control. He felt like a human dildo used by Beau to pleasure his boy and his lover… and himself, into his ass.

“Aaahh.. Sir… If you keep doing that I can’t resist much longer…” – the Italian blurred when Beau’s hands took again possession of his hairy chest and his nipples, adding an irresistible boost to the already incredible pleasure.

“No matter how hard you resist, my sexy Italian stud…” – Beau growled, intensifying the potency of his thrusts and pinching harder the man’s sensitive nipples – “…you’ll give to my boy what he wants, and he wants you to cum like a fire hose, flood his insides with your manly cream, breed him like a…”

“Cazzooo! FFUUUCCK!!!” – Marco suddenly yelled, won by Beau’s dirty talking as much as by the unbearable pressure he was feeling into his ass and around his cock. All his muscle flexed and his cock shuddered hard into Brennan overstretched canal, pouring a torrent of manly juice into it. Like in a chain reaction, Brennan bucked wildly, shaken by a mind-blowing climax, and the anal contractions of the boy and the chef pushed Beau and Kale over the edge.

A Babel of loud moans in different languages filled the room and echoed on the walls, while each guy, blown away by a body-shaking climax, resorted to his own first language to howl his pleasure.

After long, endless seconds, everything was over, and they all stood still, panting, like in a homoerotic drawing: Kale lying straight on the bed with Brennan lying on top of him, face down, Marco kneeling astride Kale’s legs and Beau kneeling behind him.

Kale looked up at Brennan, to check him, and the boy’s irrepressible smile warmed his heart: “You’re such a good and brave boy…” – he murmured, and soon he corrected himself: “No, you’re a brave young man, Brennan. Damn, Marco’s cock is so big, and I’m not a toothpick myself, but you took us both so gracefully!”

“That’s what Barry told me once, sir” – Brennan replied with a proud smile – “when I took his monster cock all at once without uttering a single sound! [2] He said that no other boy in the Cove, nor man, took his cock so gracefully, the first time…”

Beau, at long last, pulled out of Marco’s ass, letting everyone disengage from the intertwined position. There were several groans due to the aching limbs and asses, but they were all exhilarated.

“Brennan, my boy, you’re something else!” – Beau exclaimed happily – “I’m so proud of you! You’re by far the most experienced and devoted gille-tòine around!”

“A real culattone!” – Marco added, and they all rolled on the bed, sexually satisfied, but still eager to caress hairy chests, firm buttocks, soft cheeks and muscular legs.

~ Back home ~

After wolfing down the delicious breakfast (the actual one!) that Marco had brought them, they had a long, refreshing shower, got dressed and went downstairs. Beau pulled the butler to one side and asked with an impish gaze in his eyes: “Anything to report, LaCour? Was it a quiet night?”

“Quiet, Sir?” – LaCour chuckled politely – “With such a storm of hormones raging from the basement to the attic? Well, let’s see… I guess you heard the howls coming from the room next to yours, where Mr. Barry, Rodgers and Lawrence spent the night. And they surely heard your howls of pleasure, this morning. Mr. Jorell and young LaShawn were much quieter, but sure enough not less passionate. And there were several room changes between Mr. Alex, Mr. Stewart and their boys. Nothing particular to report about Monsieur Rowan and his man Gerry, except they talked until late in the night.”

Beau laughed, amused: “Apparently, you and Dawson were the only one who slept tonight!”. LaCour looked up at Beau, revealing his eyes reddened by the lack of rest: “Well, Sir… We didn’t sleep much… I shouldn’t tell, but since it’s you Sir, Dawson can wear off a man in his prime, bring him to a blissful exhaustion. Parbleu, quel homme!”

“You all, take the afternoon off” – the boss said, giggling – “We’re soon going away and you can have a well-deserved rest. But sleep, this time! No more ‘Command me in all things’ and such!”

LaCour laughed softly: “Very well, Sir” – and off he was.

All the members of the Cove, in couples or in groups, slowly joined them in the main hall, and soon they were ready to go. Barry looked around the luxury room and sighed: “I like this place more and more every time I come here…”; his comment caused many doubtful raised eyebrows, but when he nonchalantly adjusted his bulge, there were several knowing murmurs.

Half an hour later, a rowdy horde invaded again the Cove, crowding the entrance all and the stairs. Alex, Barry and Stewart left their bags in the cloakroom and rushed to work, while the boys started attending their daily duties.

In the basement, Rowan put away Gerry’s clothes, including the formal suit, whose origin was still unknown to him, and said: “I have to say, Daddy, that you were a real sight with that suit, at dinner. You protested you felt uneasy, but I loved your looks. I discovered a new side of you that I didn’t know. Do you remember? A while ago, when you revealed me that ‘Gerry’ was short for ‘Algernon’, I told you that you were an ‘Algernon in disguise’. Well, last night I met Algernon… and I loved him!”

They relaxed on the bed, and Rowan placed his head on his Daddy’s chest, exhaling a contented sigh: “It’s so beautiful to be back…”. “It’s so beautiful to have you back” – Gerry echoed him – “and what I told you at dinner is terribly true: don’t leave me ever again, kid. It hurts too much. Whatever comes between us, let’s talk it out. Promise!”

“I promise, Daddy. And that’s why I’m telling you this: I have nothing against you seeking for pleasure with women. It’s part of you, and I love everything of you… including your attraction to women. Actually, as you may or may not know, a straight daddy is an erotic dream for most gay guys, so what’s not to love in your being straight?”

Gerry giggled: “Now I understand the long line of boys and men coming all the time to talk to me, touch me and, in the end, lust after me! And I want to tell you, kid, that these last days changed me: a short while ago I was annoyed by the other men’s attention, but in reality I was just scared, because I actually liked it. You don’t need to feel attracted by someone, to be pleased by his or her interest. I’m not a vain man, but everyone loves to be lusted after, don’t you think, boy? It boosts your confidence!”

“That’s for sure” – Rowan replied, suddenly serious – “though it’s tough to look but not touch. But that’s what I’m going to do, Daddy, from now on; I hate myself for having… forced your intimacy in ways that are not in your nature…”

Gerry propped himself on his elbow and looked down to Rowan with great intensity: “Don’t you even think that, boy… Forced? Not in my nature? No, boy, no one ever forced me, and as for my nature… you know me very well, you know about your father and me… and you know about you and me. It took a while for me to understand it, but even Barry is… in my nature, though I’m quite startled by that. I need your guidance, Rowan, this is a new world for me, and it sometimes scares me, but please be patient with me. Help me understand what I feel, let me test step by step my limits. I’m sure I can love you the way you need me to! I can and I want to!”

Rowan raised a hand to caress the man’s beard and his eyes got wet for the sheer love he felt for him. But he forced himself not to raise his head, not to grind his lips on his, not to give him the passionate kiss he was dying to give to his wonderful Daddy.

That’s why his heart was about to explode when Gerry flashed a tender smile, lowered his head and gave him the most passionate, loving, churning kiss he could ever dream of.

~ Dinner talk ~

That evening, at dinner, the table had never been that crowded, as for the first time all the fifteen seats were taken, including Rowan’s and Gerry’s. Rick did his best preparing a 5-star dinner, and everyone was astonished to the point that there was a spontaneous ovation when finally the young chef placed the last dish on the table. “Hendrick, you really pamper us!” – Kale exclaimed – “It must’ve been a hell of a work preparing so many things!”

Rick blushed, and shyly replied: “Chef Marco is so talented and professional, and I… well, I didn’t want…”

“Chef Marco is more talented than you may think…” – Beau intervened, raising a raucous laughter – “…but he’s a professional, you don’t have to relate to him, no one can really expect you to do what he does. What he does in the kitchen, I mean!”.

“You see, Ricky boy…” – Stewart added, winking at his boy – “…we may like to go to the restaurant, sometimes, but in the end, nothing compares to your cooking, because you use… the secret ingredient!” [3]  Rick blushed even more, but his proud smile warmed everyone’s heart.

“Say, Stu…” – Barry said aloud – “do you think I can finally grab something to eat, now, without looking too rude?”, and without waiting for an answer, he helped himself a huge portion of roast and mash potatoes, making everybody laugh.

While eating the delicious dinner, Beau said: “Gentlemen, since we’re all here, there’s something I want to tell you. We all love Gerry and we’re glad that he’s here at the Cove, because he’s one of us. He is, no doubt about it, but each of us has his own peculiarity, and Gerry’s one is… his attraction to women. I confess that at first I felt a bit off-balance, but that’s because I’ve never felt attracted to women in my whole life. However, some of us have even been married” – he continued, looking at Kale and Barry – “or had sex with women in their teen years, so we know what we’re talking about.”

He looked around the table, and everyone was listening attentively to his speech. “As you all can easily guess, Gerry can’t find what he needs within the Cove, and therefore our first and most important rule, not having sex with outsiders, does not apply to him. But of course, he’s the only exception.”

All the men and boys nodded in agreement. “But you, Gerry” – he said looking at him – “you should do us the favour to comply to a couple important rules. First, for your own and our safety, go on using a protection when you have sex; I know that you already do, and I heartily thank you for that. Second, though I feel bad asking you this, I think that your female guests should never come upstairs without warning: it may be embarrassing for them and for us, if we’re not properly dressed. You may also think to something to hang on the outer handle to signal that you have company, so we won’t disturb you. What do you think, is it doable for you?”

“It’s totally fine with me” – Gerry replied – “and I can’t really tell you all how important is for me your effort to accept me and my… peculiarities. Now I really feel one of you. One of us!”

Loud cheers welcomed Gerry’s words, and the rowdy atmosphere didn’t calm down until dinner was over. When Beau stood up, signaling the end of the meal, Kale looked at Laniakea, winking playfully, and said aloud: “Gentlemen, as a sign of appreciation for having Rowan back at the Cove, Laniakea and I have a surprise for you, but it will take few minutes to set it up. Will you please move to the living room and wait there?”

Everyone moved to the adjacent room, and Kale took Laniakea and Charlie with him and disappeared into the cloakroom. After a few minutes, Charlie went back, holding a small boombox, lowered the lights and announced: “Ladies and… no wait! Gentlemen and… gentleboys (everyone laughed heartily) just for tonight, with us are the famous, talented and, above all, sexy as hell… The Aloha Guys!”

He pressed the Play button and a sweet Hawaiian music came from the loudspeakers. Charlie opened the double door to the entrance hall and everyone gasped seeing Kale and Laniakea, wearing only a short Hula grass skirt, a flower necklace and woven straw bracelets.

They slowly came in and started a sensual Hula dance, the same that Kale danced for Laniakea at Hana [4]. They moved in unison, gently rolling their hips and moving the hands in the sweetest way, offering to the other guys the sun and the moon, welcoming them home and sharing their heart with them.

The music became more intense, and the hips started rolling wider and faster, making the short grass leaves wave and shake. LaShawn, sitting on the ground at Jorell’s feet, had an unobstructed view of what the dancers wore… or better didn’t wear under the skirts. “Hey, Chayton!” – he whispered, nudging his boyfriend next to him – “They’re naked under the skirt! Look!”

Suddenly, there was an added point of interest that drew the audience’s attention, and the dancers, smiling, did nothing to hide their nudity, and even moved closer the sitting men and boys, flaunting their goods at an inch from their faces. There were lustful sighs, spicy comments and even few daring hands that briefly indulged on their legs and ass.

When the music ended, there was a standing ovation, and comments like “Who knew Hula dance could be so hot?”, “Now we know what Hula dancers wear under the skirt!” and “Man, you can’t pull a stunt like that and go away with it!”. The last one, obviously, was Barry’s, who enforced his polite speech sneaking both hands into Kale’s skirt and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

When they parted, Kale announced: “Gentlemen, apparently I’m not done for the night: I have a… private dance to perform upstairs!”. Amongst the knowing chuckling, Kale looked at Laniakea, who seemed not to know what to do. The counselor turned to Barry: “Go, I’m coming up in a minute!” – he whispered, and went to Laniakea. “Come with me, you’ll have a great time, granted!”

Laniakea seemed uncertain: “It would be… weird to look at you and Barry make love…”

“Who talked about just watching?” – Kale laughed – “Three’s not a crowd, not at the Cove! Once, we serviced a single man in twelve… or were we in thirteen?... and he even got his cherry popped that night! [5]”

A fleeting worry darkened the Laniakea’s usually shining eyes; Kale took his face in his hands and looked at him lovingly: “Nani kōkī, trust me, nothing bad will happen to you, quite the opposite! I said I wanted to show you the many faces of man-love, and boy, Barry is something you don’t want to miss!”

Laniakea smiled wide and went upstairs, hand in hand with Kale, with his heart beating furiously.

~ Two alpha-studs ~

When they entered Barry’s room, the bulky worker was already laying on the bed, stripped to his underwear, and Kale noticed that Laniakea’s eyes had instantly focused on the man’s massive bulge.

The counselor took away his skirt and the accessories and climbed on the bed, looking straight at Laniakea. “Yeah, this is something you don’t see any day…” – Kale said lasciviously, while taking handfuls of Barry’s trapped bulge and massaging it sensually. Laniakea seemed rooted on the spot, didn’t move, but his cock suddenly emerged from under the grass skirt, proud and throbbing.

“Come, climb on the bed…” – Kale invited him, pulling down Barry’s briefs and setting free the massive growing cock – “Take a closer look. Just look, if you like.”

The guy stripped naked, a bit shyly, and lay on the bed on his belly, like Kale, and looked with rapt eyes the counselor’s hand massaging the fat meat, making it grow longer and thicker, until Barry’s wondrous erection swelled at full mast. Kale stuck out his tongue and licked the wide mushroom head, all around, sensually, and shot a meaningful glance to his cousin, who shook his head, unwilling to suck a man’s cock… and sure enough not one as big as Barry’s.

“Hold it for me…” – Kale murmured, gently taking Laniakea’s hand and curling his fingers around the thick shaft; the guy’s fingers couldn’t fully circle the shaft as thick as a can of beer. Kale opened his jaws and waited Laniakea to point the massive rod to his lips, and then lowered his head to engulf the wide helmet into his wet cavity.

Laniakea felt under his fingers the hard shaft stiffening even more, responding to the exquisite stimulation. He didn’t want to suck Barry’s cock, as his blossoming dominant attitude didn’t let him, but in a way he envied Kale bobbing his head on that magnificent rod; and simply holding the hard cock for Kale to service it made him feel a growing excitement.

The guy’s gaze moved aside, looking at the many enticing details that caught his attention, the wiry black bush at the base of the cock, the massive balls gently retracting and relaxing for the pleasure, the wide expanse of the hairy torso, up to the impressive pecs crowned by two meaty, stiff nipples. With growing desire, the young Hawaiian explored with his eyes the deep cleft between the pecs, the stubbled lantern jaws, the sexy lips covering the man’s bright white teeth. He gasped when his gaze met Barry’s: his piercing pale-blue eyes were fixated on him, exuding an irresistible promise of wild pleasure, an animalistic sexual desire.

“Enough…” – Barry growled, keeping eye contact with Laniakea and pulling Kale’s head away from his cock with an authoritarian gesture. Kale recoiled and Barry raised his arms to hold the headboard, in a position of obvious offer. “Kid, your lustful eyes and your throbbing cock speak on your behalf… You want me, and here I am. Enjoy… but don’t you dare to get anywhere near my ass, I’m not that kind of guy… and neither you are, from what I see.”

Kale, once more, was hit by the deep understanding that Barry always gave proof of, when it came to sex. Barry’s instinct never failed, and he could read into Laniakea’s heart his need to prove his manliness, to assert his dominance over other men; and flashed a knowing smile, because Laniakea, too, had clearly seen how dominant Barry was, and knew how great a favor he was doing to him, offering his body that way.

The counselor scrambled away, giving space to Laniakea to move over Barry’s splayed body. The guy cautiously knelt astride Barry’s torso and pressed his hands over the bulging pecs, diving his fingers into the thick felt of Barry’s body hair. His nails traced the hard ridges of the man’s six-pack abs, eliciting short gasps of excitement. Then he leaned over and reverently closed his dry lips around Barry’s right nipple, enjoying its warmth and tender firmness; Laniakea parted his lips and, throwing away any hesitancy, his started sucking passionately the manly tit, licking the tip and then all around, and giving an equally exquisite treatment to the other nipple with his hand.

Barry groaned for the pleasure and arched his torso, without ever letting go of the headboard. To better work the wide hairy chest, Laniakea shifted backwards, and soon he felt the rock-hard stiffness of Barry’s cock pressing between his spread buttocks.

“There’s another part of me that demands your attention…” – Barry growled, shooting a lustful glance at Laniakea – “You won’t neglect it, will you, kid?”

The guy raised his hips and shifted back a little more, making the fiery glans brush on his nether portal, and Barry, out of pure instinct, thrusted his hips up an inch, but Laniakea shot him a sly grin, raising one eyebrow, and shifted back some more, making the sensitive head brush over his wrinkled ball sac. Then he slowly ground his hips over Barry’s, pressing his entire body on the underlying mass of muscles and enjoying the man’s curly hair tickling his hairless skin.

Both their hard cocks were trapped between their groins, pressed against each other, and when Laniakea started tilting his hips back and forth, a gasp of pleasure and surprise escaped Barry’s mouth. The guy shifted his groin over Barry’s, back and forth, at a slow steady pace, brushing the man’s sensitive head with his shaft and his pubes, eliciting exquisite sensations in the worker’s body, and enjoying identical feelings himself.

Barry, the man with the widest (and wildest) sexual experience in the entire Cove, was surprised by Laniakea’s move, and felt like they were fucking each other, were giving pleasure to each other, but without ever breaking the delicate balance of dominance between them. The worker looked with admiration at the confident guy, and though he was clearly much younger than him, and less experienced, he saw in him an equal, a tough alpha-man wise enough not to try and impose his superiority over another alpha-man, nor willing to submit to him.

“Laniakea, we better stop now…” – Barry murmured, feeling too close to the orgasm boiling in his balls – “There’s a hot Hawaiian stud here… another one, I mean… who needs to be filled with inches and inches of hard cock, and the more the better!”

It didn’t go unnoticed to Kale’s well-trained ear that Barry had called the guy with his name, and not just ‘kid’ as he always did, and felt proud that his young cousin had gained such high esteem in Barry’s eyes. He looked at the two men turning to him and felt a thrill through his entire body, spotting a sensual greed, a fiery lust sparkling into their eyes. Not one, but two fierce men, two alpha-studs were about to feast on him, and he felt a fire raging inside.

~ Hawaiian fire ~

As if they were reading into each other’s mind, Barry and Laniakea moved at the same time, grabbed Kale by his arms and forced him down on the mattress, on his back. The counselor looked up at the two studs flashing lustful grins and at the two throbbing poles sticking out from their groins: “Fuck…” – he murmured, and Barry growled in reply: “That’s exactly what we have in mind…!”, while roughly shoving two wet fingers into Kale’s ass. The counselor moaned and wriggled, with his eyes closed, basking into the sudden pleasure that Barry’s expert hands were giving him.

“Look, buddy! Look at what a stud can do to a boy without even using his dick!” – Barry said, and Kale smiled, understanding that Laniakea and Barry were the studs, and he was the helpless boy worked over by them. “Now spit on that club of yours, stud” – Barry incited the excited guy – “and shove it into the boy’s hungry hole. No need to be gentle, the boy will take whatever you give him: what he feels is not our concern…!”

Laniakea flashed a confident grin, boosted by Barry’s dominant attitude, and wetted his cock with his saliva; when Barry grabbed Kale’s ankles, keeping them up and apart, Laniakea felt like Barry was offering him his new sexual toy, and the demeaning role Kale was forced to play made his lust spike. Without any hesitation, Laniakea shoved his cock deep inside Kale’s chute and enjoyed seeing him buck for the sudden impalement. “OOOOOHHH….!!! FUCK!!” – Kale screamed, and the guy flashed a knowing grin, hearing no trace of pain in the lustful exclamation.

Fired up by the exciting situation created by Barry, Laniakea gave free rein to his passion, and started reaming Kale’s ass in earnest, with powerful long thrusts, feeling his mind going almost numb for the sheer pleasure he was taking by raw force from Kale’s expert ass, while Barry still kept the boy’s legs immobilized, preventing him from evading the merciless assault.

Barry realized that the hot fantasy Laniakea was enacting was quickly bringing him toward the precipice, so he suddenly ordered: “Enough, stud! And you, boy, on all four, and open your mouth wide!”

Kale quickly complied, and Barry pushed his gigantic member into the counselor’s mouth, until the wide head was pressing against Kale’s expert throat. He kept his cock there, perfectly still, while Kale breathed through the nose; then looked at Laniakea and said: “The boy, here, needs some help to take my tool; give him a… push!”

Laniakea placed again his cock at Kale’s rear entrance and flashed at Barry a doubtful glance, as he couldn’t imagine anyone, not even Kale, able to take such a monster as roughly as the worker seemingly wanted him to do. Barry noticed the guy’s hesitation and nodded, silently reassuring him.

Laniakea abruptly shoved his cock deep into Kale, all at once, to the brim, and when his groin bumped on his cousin’s buttocks, he kept exerting a mighty pressure. Kale was forcefully shoved forward, while Barry’s massive cock forced open his throat without any regard or care and invaded his depths. The counselor felt delightfully helpless, degraded and abused, pierced both ends by fierce spears that carelessly ravaged his insides, and he almost lost his load.

The two hot rods set in motion, and fucked his ass and throat in perfect sync; he could almost see, above his head, Barry and Laniakea moving their hips with manly confidence, exchanging deep glances of brotherhood and mutual admiration.

The feeling was so thrilling that soon it was Barry’s turn to feel the need to step back, not to cum too early. “Good boy” – he said pulling out – “You’ve been well trained, I’ll give you that, but the worse is yet to come…!”

He shoved Kale sideways, making him fall on his back with his head hanging off the mattress. He gestured to Laniakea to take his place into the counselor’s mouth, and the guy, before moving, used a tissue to thoroughly clean his cock, out of respect for Kale: he wouldn’t want an ass-smelling cock shoved in his mouth, and didn’t want to force Kale to take it, either.

Laniakea took his position near Kale’s reclined head, and looked lustfully at his open mouth, his helpless position, his stretched throat, but faltered, as he was afraid to make his cousin choke on his cock; but Kale whispered: “Go on, stud, I can take it…”, and he lost any inhibition. He shoved his cock into Kale’s mouth and watched with marvel the throat bulging out, to adjust around his rod; he could almost see it sneaking its way into the stretched throat and then recede, while the man’s Adam’s apple shifted up and down.

Instinctively, he placed his hand over the bulging throat, and was thrilled to feel his own cock slide effortlessly in and out the tight passage. He raised his gaze, and Barry was looking at him with a proud, almost fatherly smile: “You are a natural, buddy! Now keep your rod all the way in: I’m going to break into the boy’s tight ass and I don’t want to be annoyed by his screams!”

Laniakea’s beautiful features were darkened by a sudden worry, but he did what Barry told him, and watched with wide eyes the worker’s humongous rod disappear in one single thrust all the way into Kale’s ass. The counselor bucked wildly and the veins on his throat bulged out. He didn’t utter a single sound, he couldn’t, overstuffed as he was, but the instinct of yelling for the pain was great.

Laniakea instantly pulled out, but the dramatic moment had passed. “Thanks, Nani kōkī” – he said tenderly – “I wouldn’t expect anything less from a kind, merciful stud such as you. Will you do something else for me? Give me your juice, let me drink it, fill me with your seed…”

He raised his head and looked at Barry with a lustful grin: “And that goes to you, too! Except the ‘kind and merciful’ bit, you sadist motherfucker!”

“You saw it coming!” – Barry replied, and all of the sudden Kale was roughly filled again by two demanding rods that only cared (in his fantasy) for their own pleasure. But the sensual hand that curled around his cock was not careless, quite the opposite! He couldn’t see anything, with his head reclined off the bed, but he felt every muscle and every corn of Barry’s hand on his sensitive cock.

The rough violation of his tender orifices coupled with the firm kindness of the hand massaging his cock quickly brought Kale at the peak of his pleasure and started squirming. But what sent him through the roof was Barry’s growl: “Look, buddy, how we force the cum out of this helpless, wrecked boy!!”

This time the scream of pleasurable agony found its way out from Kale’s throat, and his cock, strangled by Barry’s tight grip, shot a plume of white cream that raised in the air and splatted on his chin, soon followed by many others. The frantic spasm that shook Kale’s body were the last drop that made the two studs explode in a long-awaited, liberating orgasm.

With rowdy, joyful yells, Barry pumped his seed deep inside Kale’s ass, looking at Laniakea, whose body strained under the pressure of a mind-blowing climax; but oddly enough, he forcefully kept his mouth shut, and no sounds escaped his lips, despite the excruciating pleasure, except a few heavy sighs.

When Kale came down from the wreaking orgasm, Barry pulled him up and let him lay on the bed, and then crashed on the mattress next to him. Kale felt exhausted and rolled on his side, draping an arm and a leg on the hairy stud, and Laniakea lay behind his back and hugged him with his strong, protective arms; the counselor felt in heaven, squeezed between the two guys that had just shared with him such an intense experience.

And then a blissful sleep fell on them.

The next morning, Barry woke up early as usual and quickly got dressed for work. “Stay, don’t wake up the Laniakea” – he whispered to Kale when he opened his eyes – “See you at lunch!”

But he didn’t come back home for lunch, nor for dinner…

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Footnotes and references:

[1] Marco already tried unsuccessfully to sneak into Beau’s bed: see Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 55, ‘Where’s Rowan?’
[2] See Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 50, ‘The perfect bottom-boy’
[3] The secret ingredient is love, as Rick himself once said to Stewart up at the secluded lake: see Chapter 3, ‘Fear and forgiveness’
[4] See Chapter 5, ‘Hula dance’
[5] See Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 46, ‘Doc Jade is properly thanked’