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. 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.

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Synopsys

Kale explains to Laniakea something about the complexity of man-love; Gerry receives a surprising visit; Chayton lets his own lust and passion for black cocks overcome his senses. The entire Cove starts worrying when Barry doesn't come back home and Kale does something he then bitterly regrets… [⏳: 24’]

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Additional downloads (PDF)

~ 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 11-13 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 13 – UNRESTRAINED SEXUALITY ≈

 

~ Roles and labels ~

Kale yawned and rolled in bed; he turned to his side and there was Laniakea, still asleep, with the serene expression of a boy, but the masculine body of a man… a man resting after a night of powerful, satisfying sex. In Kale’s eyes he truly was ‘supremely beautiful’, as suggested by his middle name.

“Good morning, Nani kōkī…” – the counselor said, and the guy opened his eyes with a smile. “Good morning, Kale… How are you? Everything’s fine, after… last night?”

“Are you trying to replace me as the most attentive and sensible man of the Cove?” – Kale laughed – “I’m perfectly fine, and last night was wonderful. You’re very kind to ask, though, I actually expected it.”

“I was afraid to be too… forceful” – the guy confessed – “but Barry incited me to go on, be rough, drop any inhibitions, and I… I didn’t go easy on you. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, you didn’t. I’m well trained, if we may say so. I guess there’s a streak of sluttiness in me…” – he giggled – “But here is one great truth of life: in matters of sex, Barry is the one to listen to. He never fails, he can almost read a man’s mind and never give him more than he can take. I knew what expect from Barry, but you surprised me: you’d already given me a taste of your manliness, but last night you seemed… a younger version of Barry, the same confident attitude, the same forceful way of making love!”

“And you puzzled me, Kale” – Laniakea replied – “because you were totally submissive, you took anything we did to you in stride, you clearly loved to be… demeaned, abused, though in a playful way. And yet, you showed an inner strength and a total, overwhelming manliness that baffled me. You… you…”

The guy lowered his eyes, shyly, as he didn’t want to voice his doubts, but Kale reassured him: “Ask me anything, I can’t possibly have any secret to you, Nani kōkī…”

“Well, you sucked his cock, you serviced Barry, like he was the most important man on the planet… And then you let him impale you so roughly, as if his pleasure was the only thing that really cared… But you are such a strong, manly guy, Kale! I find hard to understand how a fierce guy such as you can bend himself to service another man that way…!”

Kale smiled tenderly, but it was a bittersweet smile. “I think you already know the answer, but you don’t accept it. Being a fierce, manly guy and being submissive to another man don’t exclude each other! Actually, if you ask me, it takes much more strength to have a passive role in bed than act as an alpha-male like you and Barry did last night.”

“Think about it…” – Kale continued – “You and Barry just gave free rein to your lust and fucked me in every possible way and position, and your only aim was to shoot your load. But I had to resort to my strength, physical and psychological, to resist to your onslaught, I had to adapt to the permutations your fantasy suggested you, and while my ultimate goal was to shoot my load, just like you, I had to give you what you needed to shoot yours. Your fantasy required me to be a helpless boy forced against his will, and I’ve been that; while you were just two studs… and that was not a fantasy, those were your true selves!”

Laniakea beamed for the praise, but his doubts still had not been dispelled: “I feel natural to act as… a top man, I’ve always hated the idea of being fucked or sucking a cock, as I would feel… lessened in my manliness. But last night I… well… I watched you sucking Barry’s cock and taking it up your ass and I felt it was not that… wrong.”

“We daily fight against the worst homophobic stereotypes…” – Kale said seriously – “but the truth is that some of them are deeply planted into most men’s minds, including gay guys. Do you really think that a real man fucks and a less-of-a-man gets fucked? Do you really believe that men fall into just two categories, top and bottom? No, my boy. Love and sex are much more complex than that. You saw with your eyes that giving pleasure to another man, and even submitting to him, is an act of strength, not of weakness.”

Kale looked straight into Laniakea’s eyes and smiled tenderly at him: “Don’t put labels on things, much less on men. We all have our strengths and our weaknesses, me, Barry, all of us, and that’s what makes love so diverse and wonderful!”

Laniakea flashed a faint smile: “Say… does it always hurt so much taking a man’s cock in the ass?”.

Kale laughed oud loud: “Have you seen how oversized is Barry’s cock? I strongly advice you against having such a monster shoved up your ass all at once! Ha ha ha! But seriously, when a man makes love to you, it’s a totally different world. We all have an inclination, a preference, and never in my life I would force you into something you don’t feel to do, but you should explore the ‘other side’ of man-love, Nani kōkī, you really should. In due time.”

“Thank you, Kale” – Laniakea simply said, and a dazzling smile lit up his face, the smile that could win anyone’s heart.

“Shower! And then, breakfast!” – Kale exclaimed, jumping energetically from the bed and joyfully pulling Laniakea with him – “I have to rush or I’ll be late for work!”

 

~ A visitor for Gerry ~

The morning went on smoothly, the boys attended their daily duties, the men (well, most of them) went to work, and Rick prepared, as usual, a light lunch. Unlike dinner, that was always more substantial and was attended by the entire Cove, lunch was usually a hasty affair, with Beau always extremely attentive to his diet and the working men rushing to eat something on the spot and go back to their workplaces.

That’s why only at the end of the meal Stewart said: “Has anyone heard from Barry? He usually has lunch with us, but I didn’t see him since yesterday evening”.

“Maybe he had problems at work” – Beau replies – “He’s the foreman at the quarry, and whatever happens, the owners always get mad at him… and he, in turn gets mad at his workers!”

“I’d better keep my ass ready” – Kale joked – “because when he comes back angry from work, he knows only one way to relieve the pressure!”. Amid the general chuckling, Beau took his last sip of espresso (a treat that Rick always reserved to him) and stood up, and all the men and boys took their cue and went back to their activities.

Rowan didn’t go back downstairs with Gerry, though. He excused himself and sneaked out of the main door. Gerry went to his room, as he had the afternoon off, and lay on the bed to take a nap.

He was woken up by a message on the phone:

Dress up and look great, Daddy, as I’m coming back home, and there’s a visitor for you! -- Rowan

Puzzled, the man freshened up and wore a clean shirt, and made a run upstairs to take some cold wine and some beer, as he didn’t have a clue who the visitor could be, and whether it was a man or a woman.

There was a knock on the outside door and when Rowan came in, Gerry was very surprised: “Gladys! I… I was not sure to see you again, after what happened last time!”

“Oh, that’s all forgotten, sweetie!” – the busty woman twitted, spreading his cheap perfume in the room – “Your lovely boy, here, explained me everything!”

“Did he?” – Gerry asked, cautious – “Everything?”

“Of course, sweetheart! And I feel so stupid to have reacted like a schoolgirl, last time! He told me about your son, poor soul, and that you were a close friend of Rowan’s father, and when you met this unfortunate guy you took him under your wing. It’s soooo sweet of you, honey, taking care of a lost boy!”

Gerry looked at Rowan, and the guy, unseen by Gladys, rolled his eyes with a fake exasperated expression that forced Gerry to stifle a laugh.

“OK, OK…” – Gerry exclaimed – “Now if the lost boy, here, leaves us alone… I wish to have a word with you, Gladys”. Rowan took his cue and rushed upstairs, while Gerry sat down on the sofa with the woman.

“Gladys…” – he said, cautiously – “I’m very glad that you are here, but I’m not totally sure that Rowan really told you everything. I like you, Gladys, and I wish you will stick around for a long time; that’s why I want to be completely sincere with you. You know me… intimately, and you know how pleasurable I find your company; but you must know that Rowan is very special to me, I love him… in any possible way. Including that way, if you know what I mean. I’m a ladies’ man, but apparently I’m a bit… elastic, and with Rowan I explore other sides of my life. Do you understand, Gladys?”

“Sweetness, I’m blond but I’m not dumb! Besides…” – she added, checking her tall feathered platinum blond hairdo – “…sincerity for sincerity, this is not my natural hair color, y’know… I got it perfectly when Rowan told me. But you’re so damn hot, Gerry, and I know what a stud you are: you have everything I could ask for! What you do with your… boy is none of my business. Now…” – he said in a lower tone, unbuttoning her blouse – “is there a stud, here, who can make a schoolgirl happy?”

“Just a moment…” – Gerry said, smiling wide. He went to the door, took away his belt and hung it on the outer handle, to signal he was ‘busy’. And then he turned to Gladys with a sly smile and gently pushed her down to the bed.

 

~ Black wonder ~

While Gerry and Gladys got reacquainted in their own special way, something was going on into LaShawn’s room. The black boy was lying in his bed with his Sioux boyfriend Chayton, wearing only their shorts, as it was a sunny afternoon and the air was hot.

The guys were excited, but they didn’t feel to throw away their clothes and have wild sex like they usually did: they just basked in the pleasure of watching each other half naked, caress the almost hairless skin and look intensely into each other’s eyes.

As a matter of fact, while LaShawn was much more inclined to have sex as often as he could, Chayton loved to feel a bit of unsatisfied tension in his groin, as it made him feel a sexually loaded man, a stud ready to satisfy his lover (and himself) anytime, but strong enough to keep his urges under control. That’s what his master Wahkan had taught him, occasionally putting to the test his ability to restrain himself [1].

Chayton smiled absentmindedly, and when his black boyfriend shot him a questioning glance, he said: “You remember when you said I was a sort of… reverse-racist? That I loved you because you were black? [2] What you told me, back then, made me think a lot. People say that skin color should not matter, that we shouldn’t even notice if a man is white, black, or anything in between, but this is totally stupid, in my opinion.”

The young Sioux gently brushed his palm all over LaShawn’s torso, focusing on every little detail of the chest, the chocolate-and-caramel skin tone, the much darker nipples, the thin curly treasure trail starting from the perfect belly button and disappearing into the low-cut shorts. “I have a confession, LaShawn… I find black skin absolutely hot, looking at a black guy makes my cock instantly react. You’re a constant temptation for me, and you are… very special to me. But I can’t deny that any black stud makes my cock tingle, I can’t help it… Are you disappointed?”

“Not at all…” – LaShawn replied with a sensual smile – “…as long as you don’t go around fucking any black butt you see! We’ve recently been at Maison de la Motte: are you talking about Dawson? You know, Brennan told me…” – he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial tone – “…that Beau told him that LaCour told him that Dawson is a tireless lover, he can fuck a man to oblivion, he can go on an entire night! [3]”

“Dawson is definitely a black man who I find very exciting, with his restrained demeanor” – Chayton replied, with a shy expression that intrigued LaShawn – “but I was thinking… to Jorell. I know he’s your man, and I’m sorry, I shouldn’t feel like that, but when I see him walking around, so tall and imposing, and… knowing what he hides in his pants, I can’t help but feel a thrill down my spine…”

LaShawn chuckled with a knowing grin: he wasn’t disappointed at all, he was rather amused by Chayton’s unexpected revelation. “Wait, a stud like you, so manly and assertive… bordering on arrogant… wishes to get fucked by a 13-inch black rod?” – he exclaimed, incredulous.

Chayton gasped and hastened to reply: “No, no, I wasn’t thinking about that! That… enormous club would tear my ass apart! I… really don’t know what I would want to do with it, I just find Jorell… fascinating, I would just take a close look at him, at his body and his… incredible manhood, maybe touch it, nothing more! But he’s not a toy, he’s a man, I can’t just go to him and ask ‘May I fondle your cock, please?’”

LaShawn’s silvery laughter echoed in the room: “That would be a scene I wouldn’t want to miss! But if you can settle down to just looking… this is the right time: in the afternoon he usually takes a nap, and he always sleeps naked: come, let’s spy on him through the connecting door!”

“No, wait…” – Chayton said, but LaShawn was already opening the door a crack. The black guy made an excited gesture toward his boyfriend and whispered: “Come! Quick! He must be dreaming or something, he’s getting hard!”

At the idea of watching Jorell’s wondrous erection, Chayton threw his hesitations to the wind, rushed to the connecting door and peeked through the crack standing behind LaShawn. He widened his eyes, looking at Jorell, splayed on the bed with one leg bent at the knee, sleeping soundly. His black snake was lying on his belly, sideways, twitching and slowly getting thicker.

“He won’t get rock-hard without a proper stimulation” – LaShawn warned – “but keep watching: I grant it’s worth the wait!”

Jorell moaned softly and his cock grew bigger and stiffer; the wide dark-pink glans slowly rose from the belly, while the mesmerizing snake took life. The huge member was clearly too heavy to stand at full mast, and kept twitching, moving haltingly from side to side, occasionally sagging on the thigh to then gain vigor again and swell higher.

“Fuck…” – Chayton murmured, instinctively pressing his own erection on LaShawn’s back – “I’m going to jack off for months to this image…”.  The young Sioux, excited, wrapped an arm around his boyfriend torso, and his hand sensually intruded into his shorts, to massage his half-hard trapped cock.

Jorell uttered another, longer moan, and his cock suddenly throbbed, standing almost vertically in all its glory. “Geez…” – Chayton hissed through his teeth, and couldn’t restrain his hips from thrusting hard against his boyfriend’s butt, while roughly taking a handful of his black meat.

 

~ Face to face ~

“Fuck!!” – LaShawn exclaimed, losing his balance and stepping into Jorell’s room. The two guys instantly froze, afraid to have made too much noise. Jorell didn’t open his eyes, but blurred with an amused tone: “I heard you, Shoo-Shoo… If you’ve come for your protein shake, be my guest, I was dreaming of your wet… Oh, shit!!” – he exclaimed, opening his eyes and realizing that LaShawn was with Chayton… who was keeping one hand into his boy’s pants.

Jorell grabbed the bedsheets, trying to cover himself, but it was an impossible mission. LaShawn rushed toward the bed, dragging with him Chayton, who quickly pulled his hand out of his boyfriend’s shorts. “Sir, don’t be angry, I know you hate being put on display, but Chayton wanted so much to have a close look at you, and…”

“LaShawn!” – Chayton exclaimed, turning red, ashamed. “I’m terribly sorry, sir…” – he said to the lying man, trying in vain to tear his gaze off of the wondrous cock, now so close that he could just extend a hand and grab it – “I’ve been led astray by my… er… my fantasies. I’m now leaving you alone with your boy, sir, so to let him… do… what you… err…”

Jorell’s laughter boomed into the room. “Ha ha ha!! If I ever saw an embarrassed guy, it’s you! But you shouldn’t, I’m not angry and sure enough I’m not a shy man, ha ha ha! LaShawn’s right, though: I don’t like being put on display; but you are so sincere and passionate that I can’t deny you a look. Most people think that sporting such a big cock is a bliss, but it isn’t, because they always forget that there is a man attached to this cock. But I’m used to it. Come, Chayton, climb on the bed and look at your heart’s content! And while you’re at it, you could maybe return me the favor and let me admire your naked body…”

Chayton was still embarrassed and uncertain, but when saw LaShawn joyfully get naked and jump on the bed, he followed suit. The black boy soon grabbed his master’s cock and started stroking it, quickly bringing it to a rock-hard erection. Chayton, instead, knelt on the bed next to Jorell, doing nothing to hide his own throbbing cock, and looked straight at him: “Believe me, sir, I couldn’t ever forget the man attached to your cock. You’re… so handsome, sir, so powerful, so…”

“So black!” – LaShawn joked – “You see, sir, Chayton is a ‘reverse-racist’! He has the hots for hung black guys, and you, sir, are the poster child for… black power! No wonder he gets hard every time you walk in the room!”

“I… I…” – Chayton stuttered, too embarrassed to even voice his excuses. But Jorell’s smile put him at ease: “I’m flattered, my young friend. I didn’t know I could have such an effect on you. If this makes you feel better, this is as weird for me as it is for you, but we’re here, face to face, so… go for it!”

Chayton, almost reverently, placed his hands on Jorell’s chest and caressed it lightly, but soon he grew bolder and pressed harder his palms on the dark skin, brushing the entire torso with a fiery desire in his eyes. He circled the almost black nipples and gently rolled them between his finger, looking straight at the man’s eyes to enjoy the pleasure his hands were giving to him.

“Chay, look at this…” – LaShawn said seductively, using both hands to massage Jorell’s long pole – “Isn’t it something else? It’s so long that there’s room for two more hands…”

The young Sioux scrambled back and stood on his knees near the man’s hips, on the opposite side to LaShawn and placed his hands on the upper half of stiff cock, surprised to feel how hot it was. His hands massaged the swollen head, up and down and with a rotating motion, and rejoiced Jorell’s low groans of pleasure.

The two guys went on stroking the giant member for a while, until Jorell tensed, keeping his eyes tightly shut, and growled: “Ooohh… You’re killing me… Come on, kid, suck it, make me feel your warm wet mouth over my cock…”

Jorell was talking to LaShawn, of course, because he would’ve never asked for sex to a boy without his master’s consent, but Chayton was so engrossed in the enticing scene that he didn’t think twice, and lowered his head over the pulsing member. The feeling of the sensitive glans into his mouth was overwhelming, the cock smelled of man, of sex, of virile power, and he gave all he had to give to service the astounding cock at his best.

Chayton tried hard to take it down his throat, and he partly succeeded, but he had to quickly recoil, gagging. He didn’t give up, though, and tried again over and over; the intensity of his passion was infectious, and Jorell moaned louder, pressing his head on the pillow.

LaShawn was looking at his boyfriend with a rapt gaze, as he’d never seen him so sexy like in that moment, with his concentrated frown, his closed eyes, his mouth stretched to take the massive meat.

Jorell was lost in his pleasure and kept rolling his head from side to side, his eyes tightly shut, climbing the peak of his pleasure.

“Mmmhh… You’re so fuckin’ good at it, kid… Go on, don’t stop! Nnnggh… Are you ready to drink my juice, kid? Aaahh… Here it comes…!!” – the black stud groaned loud, while all his muscle flexed enjoying an excruciating climax. He opened his eyes, to share his pleasure with his boy and realized that it was not LaShawn’s the mouth greedily sucking his throbbing cock, but it was too late: “AWW… FFUUUUCCK!! Oh, no, fuck, Chayton! AAAAHH!!”

The black snake pulsed and throbbed hard, while a torrent of white manly cream erupted from its tip and flooded Chayton’s mouth. “Oh, kid, no… fuck no… I thought… NNNGGHH!!” – he said, concerned, unable to stop the deluge of sperm inundating the guy’s mouth, nor to stop him from slurping and drinking it with utmost delight.

The long orgasm, at long last, trailed off, and Jorell felt his thigh wet with Chayton’s seed, as the young Sioux clearly had a spontaneous orgasm in the throes of his passionate blowjob. He looked up and said to Chayton: “I’m sorry, kid, I was not looking… I thought it was LaShawn… I didn’t want to disrespect Wahkan…”

In that very moment, Chayton realized that what Jorell did was nothing, compared to the lack of respect he himself had shown for his master, lusting for another senior man to the point of sucking him passionately and drinking his sperm to the last drop, without Wahkan’s permission.

The young Sioux anxiously wiped the white creamy streaks from his face and rushed to pick up his clothes: “I’d better go. You didn’t do anything bad, sir, it was entirely my fault. But… it was breathtaking, sir. You’re wonderful, and LaShawn is lucky to have you.”

He ran away without even waiting to button up his pants.

 

~ The last hug ~

Chayton rushed down to the second floor, ran the entire corridor and broke open the door to the suite he shared with his Sioux master Wahkan. The man was deeply caught in his meditation, sitting on a round rug in the middle of the room, and just a glance to his boy was enough to understand that something was oppressing his heart. He stood up and faced the guy, silently.

“Sir, Wahkan…” – the boy said hesitantly, using the man’s first name, as they always did when alone – “I’m so sorry… I’ve disrespected you, I’ve broken the rules of this house. I won’t hide what I’ve done, I’m here to face the consequences, sir, to get my rightful punishment as a man.”

Wahkan looked deeply into the guy’s eyes and said: “Do you want me to see myself?”. Chayton locked eyes with him and bravely replied: “Yes, please, Wahkan”, and opened his soul and mind to the powerful man’s inquisitive eyes. The ageless Sioux saw everything, Chayton’s irrepressible lust for Jorell, his peeking at him sleeping, the eager blow job he gave him and the orgasm that shook his young body while drinking the black man’s essence.

When done, he stood silent for a long moment, while Chayton’s courage wavered. Then he spoke. “Falcon, I’m using my words to say this, because I want you to remember them. Far off are the times when you, a runaway boy, met me, a lost man, and we sealed a lifelong pact [4]. We’ve run together a long stretch of road, I taught you how to fly in the sky, and you taught me how to walk on the ground. You’re a man, now. You’re still my boy, you’ll always be, but you’re not a boy anymore.”

The wise man looked at his pupil with a great affection and sympathy: “I’ve first sensed your attraction to Jorell long ago, when you chose LaShawn as your boyfriend. I knew that something would’ve happened, sooner or later, and at first, I didn’t know how I would’ve reacted. But when you came to me, ready to take your punishment like a man, like the proud Sioux warrior you are, I had no more doubts.”

“You’re wise enough to take your own decisions, my Falcon, and choose who you want to love and to have sex with” – Wahkan concluded – “And from now on, you don’t have to ask for my permission to have sex with anyone you like, as long as you don’t disrespect your heritage and yourself.”

Chayton felt his heart beat like a drum, overwhelmed by the pride that his master’s words inspired him. And was that pride that forced him to confess his most painful doubt: “Wahkan, thank you for your praises, but I don’t deserve them. I… I drank Jorell’s essence! I did with him what I did with you, not long ago [5], and you taught me that drinking a man’s essence makes you become one with him. You let me be one with you, that day, and now… now I let Jorell become one with me…”

Wahkan flashed a proud smile at his boy: “You see? I was right, you’re a man. The deep respect you have for your culture and heritage speaks on your behalf. It’s true, drinking a man’s semen creates a bond, but it’s not an exclusive bond. I know you will choose wisely who create a bond with. You surely won’t go cruising public toilets drinking unknown men’s juice, will you?”

The man laughed heartily, and Chayton threw his arms around him: it was something that rarely happened, because Wahkan usually shied away such blatant display of affection, but that once he held Chayton tight, with great affection, and his eyes got wet, thinking that it was the last time he would hug him as a boy.

The intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by the sudden noise coming from the corridor. Apparently, the whole Cove was running downstairs, as something extremely important had happened. Their suspects were confirmed when the door broke open and Rick said with an alarmed tone: “Come downstairs, Beau wants to talk to us all, it’s about Barry!”

 

~ Barry’s fate ~

They joined the crowd going downstairs, and were puzzled not to see Beau anywhere. Kale was in the middle of the living room, and when he saw everyone there, he said aloud to the phone he was holding in his hand: “OK, Beau, we’re all here, you’re on speaker. Have you found Barry?”

“Not yet” – Beau’s tense voice replied – “I went to the quarry, but it was closed; the night watchman told me there was an aggression of some sort, he didn’t know, he only knew that the police showed up, and then an ambulance came and took someone to the hospital. I’m going there right now, I’ll call you as soon as I know something.”

All the men looked at each other with worried expression, and then looked at Kale, hoping to get a soothing word, but he was the last person who could help them. The aggression, the ambulance taking a man to the hospital, and Barry being missing the whole day: it was as simple as adding two and two, and coming out with a dreadful result.

In that moment, Beau, too, driving at racing speed through the town, had come to the same result. «Barry didn’t even call to tell us he’s at the hospital» – the blond boss though anxiously – «He must be seriously injured!»

He came to a screeching halt in front of the hospital and ran to the reception. He gave to the nurse Barry’s name and mentioned the aggression at the quarry, and she looked at him puzzled: “Yes, we received a man injured during that aggression, he had a deep concussion and severe bruising on his face, but the name is not the one you mentioned is… let me see… Larry Larson. Are you a relative?”

Beau insisted, but the nurse showed him a copy of the man’s driving license: the name was Larry Larson, and sure enough the man in the photo was not Barry. Relieved but still deadly worried he sat on a chair and took his phone to call the Cove, but he received a call from an unknown number. “Beau… Beau, it’s you?” – said Barry’s voice, and Beau almost cried for the relief: “Barry! What happened? I’m so glad to hear from you!!”

“There’s no time, Beau, so listen carefully. I’m in the state prison, I only have one call, and I called you. They arrested me.” – Barry’s voice wavered – “I’m in trouble, Beau… I’m afraid this time they won’t release me”.

“But what charges have been filed against you?” – Beau asked, and Barry meekly replied: “Aggravated assault and resisting arrest. But I didn’t do that! Or better, I did it, but… Help me, buddy, this place is horrible. Get a lawyer, I’ve set some money aside…”

“Leave everything to me, Barry. I’ll take you out from there, money is the last of your problems. And, Barry… You’re not alone. Hold on and trust me.”

“Time’s up!” – a rude voice barked in the phone, and the line went dead.

One minute later, Kale and the entire Cove were listening to the worrying news through the phone’s speaker. “I’m coming home, I have few calls to make” – Beau said, and hung up.

Kale felt lost. Barry in jail? He knew he was a tough guy, but he was not a criminal, and he feared that something terrible could happen to him in that horrible place. He looked around, at the many worried eyes fixated on him, and suddenly gasped: “Gerry! We didn’t alert him, he must know!”. He hurriedly took the stairs to the basement; in the dim light, and due to his extreme anxiety, he didn’t notice the belt hung on the handle and stormed into the room… bumping against Gladys, wearing only a pink lace thong. Kale didn’t realize how it happened, but he found himself staring into Glady’s surprised eyes, at an inch from his face… and his right hand was holding the woman’s left breast.

“Oh… Oh, fuck!” – he exclaimed, stepping back, and watching the heavy boob bounce up and down. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” – he repeated, covering his eyes to spare, at least, a bit of embarrassment to Gladys – “I did it again, I’m so very sorry!”

“Oh, sweetie, you can drop the modesty” – the woman tweeted – “I know you play for another team!”

Gerry noticed that Kale was barely holding himself and got off the bed: “What happened? Come, sit on the bed and tell me. Kale sat on the bed side, between Gerry and Gladys, and said: “Barry’s been arrested… They say he injured someone who is now at the hospital… Everything happened so fast, I… I don’t know… He’s alone, in jail, and he said it’s a horrible place, and…”

“Oh, poor soul!” – Gladys exclaimed with a motherly tone and holding Kale into his arms – “Everything will be fine, sweetheart, trust me”. Kale basked in the warm tenderness of Glady’s arms and let go the tension, sobbing over the woman’s shoulder. “Shh… shh… Gladys is here, poor baby” – she said softly, caressing Kale’s hair – “Everything will be fine…”

 

~ Guilty pleasure ~

She leaned over to kiss away Kale’s tears, and the guy felt a warmth inside, her arms felt so good around him, and her naked breasts were pressing so nicely on his chest, and like in a dream he raised his face and kissed Gladys on her lips, that tasted of lipstick and smelled of sweet perfume. Resorting to the instinct that had governed his sexuality for more than two decades, Kale took Gladys’ big boobs in his hands and started massaging them greedily, feverishly, while his kiss became passionate.

Gerry stared at them with wide eyes and his mouth sagged open, but not because he was jealous of Gladys: despite what they thought upstairs, Gladys wasn’t his woman, they only had fun together; what was so surprising for Gerry was seeing Kale, a gay man ruling an all-man house, showing such a passion for a woman… and sporting such a stiff erection.

Gladys, too, was stunned, but didn’t want to pass the chance to have a taste of that young, exotic man, convinced as she was that her irresistible femininity had somehow “cured” that sexy gay man. With equally feverish hands, she unbuttoned and pulled away Kale’s pants and underwear, enjoying the throbbing firmness of his manhood into her hand.

They weren’t stopped by Gerry, who actually found that unexpected, weird situation quite exciting, as proved by the raging hard-on he himself was having looking at the couple making out next to him. He leaned over their faces and shared their kiss, and the three tongues danced on each other, in every possible permutation, Kale and Gladys, Gerry and Gladys, and… Gerry and Kale.

The older man extended his hand over the nightstand and took a condom, then reached to Kale’s manhood and stroked it a few times, thrilled by its warm stiffness. A part of his mind, the part that had been taught that boys only go with girls, tried to stop him, but he ignored it, closed his eyes and lowered his lips on the throbbing member.

Discovering for the first time the taste of a man was mind-blowing for Gerry, who reacted slurping, licking and sucking the hot meat with unrestrained passion. After a while, he recoiled and unrolled the condom on Kale’s cock, gently nudging the men between the woman’s open legs. Reaching to Kale’s cock from behind, he held it firmly and brushed its tip on Gladys’ wet pussy, rejoicing their sighs of desire.

He then placed both hands on Kale’s buttocks, enjoying the velvety firmness of his ass, and gently forced the guy’s hips down. He almost held his breath when he saw Kale plunging deep his member into Glady’s wet depths and arch his back, washed away by a long forgotten pleasure.

Kale ignored the screams in his mind, the screams that reminded him of Beau, Barry, the Cove, the cruelty of his evil ex-wife, the infinite love and understanding he had found into Beau’s arms. He was back at his university years, when girls lined up to his door to have fun with him, and every night he showed off his sexual prowess into the arms of a different girl.

His hips moved up and down on their own, pushing his manhood into Gladys, and while the friction of the tender flesh on his sensitive glans sent shivers of physical pleasure to his body, he felt there was something wrong, he didn’t like what he was doing, he wanted to stop his hips, but they went on pumping, and pumping, and pumping…

He screamed when he felt the familiar pression of a thick, manly rod over his puckered hole and felt the cock head forcing open his elastic anal ring; it was a liberating scream, not a scream of pain, and he welcomed that friendly club inside him with unrestrained joy.

Gerry pushed hard his cock into Kale’s ass, so tight and yet so soft, and felt thrilled to fuck a man while he was fucking a woman, he felt powerful, as if he was fucking both Kale and Gladys at the same time. The feeling was exhilarating, and his hips paced up, pounding so hard on Kale’s ass that Gladys, beneath the Hawaiian, started squealing for the forceful fuck.

For her, too, the weird situation had had an unexpected outcome, and she stared at Gerry fucking Kale, suddenly understanding that she had it all wrong, so far. At first, he’d tried to ignore what Gerry did with Rowan because it somehow lessened the manly image she had of Gerry; but now, seeing Gerry shoving his mighty rod deep inside another man’s ass, almost forcing him to fuck her, made her look at him as the manliest man she’d ever known, and felt like she was being fucked by both men at the same time.

Kale had lost count of the times he’d felt Gladys shiver and gasp for the many orgasms she was having: all he cared for was that cock, that stiff chunk of manhood drilling his ass, the muscular hips that rhythmically slapped his butt and the massive hairy torso occasionally brushing his back. All he wanted was giving pleasure to that powerful man: a man so passionately straight that wanted to share with him the pleasure of fucking a woman; the man who was so confident in his virility that wasn’t afraid to share with Kale the pleasure of loving a man.

The Hawaiian felt Gerry’s fuck become frantic, heard the man’s grunts when he stiffened in an excruciating orgasm, and his own body welcomed with a mind-blowing climax the torrent of manly juice that inundated his deepest depths. His own cock was pulsing madly in sync with Gerry’s and he felt like he was having two orgasms at the same time.

In a short while everything was over, and he found himself pressing his face on Gladys’ huge, tender boobs, while Gerry held him into his strong, protective arms. The brief moment of blissful peace was suddenly shattered by his sense kicking back in. Beau! Barry! And… Gladys??

 

~ Scorching regret ~

“Oh, fuck…” – he whined, harshly disengaging from the naked bodies around him – “Fuck, fuck, fuck…!!!”. He got off the bed and hurriedly put back on his clothes, shooting a glance of sorrow and guilt at Gerry and Gladys. “This was the most stupid thing I’ve ever done in my whole life…” – he murmured, barely holding his tears, then turned around and disappeared upstairs.

While he was in bed with Gerry and Gladys, Beau had come back home and was now relating the news to the other men in the living room; they all shut up and looked quizzically at Kale coming from the basement, running through the room and rushing to his room on the second floor.

Beau quickly finished his tale and said, worried: “Better go see what happened to Kale, he seemed so upset, it can’t be only because of Barry…”. He quickly climbed upstairs and knocked on Kale’s door. No answer. He knocked again, harder, and the door opened a creak. He saw Laniakea, and on the back there was Kale, face down on the bed, apparently sobbing his heart out.

“What happened? Laniakea, let me check him, maybe…”

“No, Beau, please, I can’t let you in. He said he can’t see you right now. I’m trying to understand what’s wrong. I’ll keep you informed… if he lets me.”

Beau felt like he had been slapped, painfully realizing that apparently Laniakea had become more intimate to Kale than himself; but hid his dismay, out of love for his man, and replied: “Whatever happened, tell him I love him, and I’ll always love him. Tell him, Laniakea! Tell him a million times, if needed. Take care of him, as he… he’s my life…”

“I will” – the guy said, smiling tenderly, and then closed the door. He quickly went to Kale and lay on the bed with him, hugging him from behind, like he’d done many times; but this time was different, as Kale didn’t stop sobbing and kept repeating: “I’m a monster, I fucked up the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had… Beau will never forgive me…”

“He already did…” – Laniakea said, tenderly, gently forcing Kale to look at him – “He just came, and without even knowing what happened, he said he will always love you, because you’re his life.”

Kale’s sobs calmed down a bit, and he sniffed loudly: “Did he say so? Damn, how can he always say the right thing at the right moment, while I can only do the worst things in the worst moments?”

His tears began flowing again from his eyes and Laniakea wiped them with loving fingers: “Tell me what happened… And trust Beau, trust the persons you love. If you made a mistake, I’m sure they will understand.”

“I’ve fucked a woman. I fucked Gladys, Gerry’s woman. An outsider. A mistake, you say? I’ve cheated on Beau, I broke the first rule of the Cove, I’ve betrayed my own life choice, and what’s worse I did it all while Barry is in jail, alone and desperate! If I were you, I’d run from me, out of disgust!”

“Do you see me going anywhere?” – Laniakea replied, still keeping the same tender smile that didn’t falter a single moment, listening to Kale’s confession – “I’m here, at your side, because you need me. You see, Kale, those who love you support you the moment you fall, not when you can stand on your feet. Trust Beau. It won’t be easy for him, but if he’s half the men you told me, he’ll understand and forgive.”

“Nani kōkī… You’re an angel sent from above…”

“My first name is Laniakea, ‘Great Heavens’, so what there is to be surprised for?” – the guy replied, and gave to Kale a tender kiss on the lips – “Now rest, we’ll take care of everything tomorrow.”

The guy’s voice was so comforting, and Kale felt so emotionally drained that he drifted off and slept soundly the whole night, and Laniakea held him in his protective arms all night long.

 

Maybe Laniakea was right, Kale thought while falling asleep, maybe tomorrow everything will be solved, one way or another.

But Barry, in his cold cell, was not sleeping, in the absolute certainty that the next day would’ve been even worse than the ending one.

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