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.
Barry is arrested and put in jail and Kale is extremely worried for him; he tries to find comfort in Gerry’s arms, but he ends up having sex with him and his woman Gladys. Barry is truly scared, but he resorts to his inner strength when Wade, a barely legal straight boy, is thrown into his cell.

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Synopsys

A quarrel explodes between Rick and his man Stewart and the boy goes on strike, refusing to perform his duties, both in the kitchen and in bedroom. In jail, a strong bond is forged between Barry and the straight young cellmate Wade, who in the end doesn’t back off when it comes to doing ‘something gay’ with his hero…

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≈ CHAPTER 15 - ON STRIKE ≈

 

~ Caged tiger ~

Barry looked around the new cell, in the private prison where he and Wade had been transferred, and walked nervously for the millionth time from the window to the door and back again. The window was small and very high, and only showed a checkered piece of sky, but was enough for Barry to feel the irrepressible urge to walk again to the door and back.

The cell was much better than the previous one: it had clean walls, a small separated toilet that at least granted a little privacy, there were real beds with real blankets instead of rusty bunks barely covered with bleach-scented frayed bedsheets.

But it was still a cell, and that facility was still a prison. Breakfast at 7am, yard time at 10am, lunch at 12 noon, dinner at 6pm, lights out at 9pm, and nothing to do in between. Kale was right, when he told to Beau that Barry was too full of energy, passion and life to be restrained doing nothing into a prison cell.

In addition to that already unbearable forced inactivity, Barry was dearly missing his friends of the Cove, too. While during a normal detention the inmates were allowed to get visits from anyone, during the days before the trial only the lawyer, the spouse and the close relatives could pay visits to the prisoners.

A noisy buzz came from the outer corridor, and a guard shouted “Lights out!” a moment before the cell plunged in the darkness, broken only by a dim light coming from the hallway.

Wade, sitting on his bed, followed with his eyes Barry walking back and forth, and felt sorry for him. “Sir…” – he murmured – “you will wear your shoes off… Take off your clothes and lay on the bed…”

“I’m not tired!” – the worker barked, but soon softened his tone: “Sorry, kid, I’m just nervous…”

“Are you still thinking… to what the Cuban did to you, sir?” – Wade asked timidly, guessing how humiliating and painful it must have been for Barry – “Does it still hurt so much, sir? Your… ass, I mean.”

“No, kid, it’s not that, don’t worry” – Barry replied, turning around and flashing a weary smile; he walked to the bed, stripped to his underwear and lay on the bed. “I’m just used to be very active, I work in a quarry, you know… And I miss my friends at home, I live in a big house with a lot of guys, you never get bored there.”

He paused, absentmindedly massaging his bulge, and added: “And I’m fuckin’ horny… I’m horny all the time, goddammit! You’ve seen my cock, kid… You may think that having such a massive manhood is a bliss, and it is, in a way, but it comes with a price: I’m a bit oversexed, I need to get my rocks off often, or… you see the result!”

Barry was referring to his nervousness and anxiety, but Wade, looking sideways from his bed, focused his eyes on the man’s bulge, so stiff that the fabric was about to rip off. “Sir…” – the guy said with sympathy – “I could never endure what you were subjected to, and I feel so guilty… I’ve been a wimp, and I let that Jorge hurt you, and when you screamed… I felt so bad sir! And I still feel bad…”

“Kid, there’s something you must know” – Barry said – “and I’m telling you only because I don’t want you to feel this bad. It was not the first time I got a rough fuck by another man; I don’t get them frequently, I’m usually the one who fucks ass, but it happened many times to me to have a big cock shoved into my ass. Jorge didn’t hurt me as much as you think. He actually tried to force me to cum, and when I screamed was not for the pain, but for the effort to hold back my orgasm.”

“Are you… gay, sir?” – Wade asked, surprised, and then added: “If so, you didn’t despise me for having sucked your cock, right? You’re not angry with me for doing something… gay to you, right?”

Barry chuckled: “Angry? The right word is rather ‘thankful’. You can’t know how badly I needed it, but never in my life I would’ve asked you, knowing that you don’t… mess with guys. You said you came to California to see your girlfriend, right?”

“To tell the truth, I came to get married to her…” – Wade replied, and Barry noticed that there was no trace of excitement in his voice, quite the opposite.

“Marry? You’re so young, you said you are… eighteen, right? Why on earth should you rush things so much?”

“Because she told me she’s pregnant, sir… She said that it happened the last time we met in Iowa, a month ago.”

Barry stiffened and uttered a brief grunt; he was uncertain whether to speak or not, but then murmured: “I’ve been married, too…” [1]

“Married?” – Wade gasped – “But… aren’t you gay, sir?”

The bulky man flashed a fatherly smile and said: “Remind me to talk you about being ‘gay’, kid. But later. Now, the point is that I married her because she said she was pregnant, and she rushed things, saying that she wanted to get married before the belly would show up… but it never showed up. She said she was sure, that she had done the test several times, but apparently there was no baby… Listen, I’m sure your girlfriend is a nice honest girl, but before getting married, be sure she went to a real doctor and ask to see the medical report. Better safe than sorry, when your entire life is at stake, kid.”

 

~ Straight, gay… or else ~

“Thank you for the advice, sir. And I’m sorry if I disrespected you calling you ‘gay’…”

“No, kid, not at all, don’t worry!” – Barry said in a friendly tone – “I only meant that men don’t fall in just two categories, gay and straight. There are infinite variations in between, and every man, deep inside, has both inclinations. You are straight, Wade, and probably never imagined that one day you would’ve sucked a cock, and a big one like mine, but you did; you even swallowed my juice, and said it wasn’t that bad. Nevertheless, I bet you’re still straight, right?”

“Yes, sir… I think so…” – Wade replied, uncertain – “I mean, if I think to my girlfriend and to what we do in bed I… oh, shit…!”. Wade covered his crotch, embarrassed, but couldn’t hide his hard-on.

Barry laughed: “It’s fine kid, welcome to the club! As you can see, you’re still straight, despite having done ‘something gay’ with me, something that, in that moment, you felt… normal. I’ve found perfectly normal fucking women, including my wife, for almost two decades, until I fucked a guy and I came like never before, and suddenly I realized that I’ve always had that inclination in me. I was a natural… ass-fucker, but I didn’t know. I told you I have quite an overactive sexuality, I’m often horny, and this probably prevented me from realizing that I didn’t enjoy fucking my wife very much. But then things changed, and to tell the truth it wasn’t easy for me to acknowledge my true nature, but I found some people who helped me a lot.”

“I feel horny, too, sir” – Wade said sincerely – “but I guess that for you it’s much worse, with your… over-sexuality.”

“Naah… I will survive!” – Barry joked, hiding a fleeting smirk of discomfort – “You know, kid, prisons are quite a hot fantasy for some gay guys. A lot of straight men, unable to ever find any sexual relief, driven so crazy by their horniness to look for gay pleasure. I’ve jacked off, sometimes, fantasizing about me, closed in a cell with many gorgeous straight men, who can’t help but begging me to fuck them to oblivion… Shit, it turns me on so much that I could lose my load!”

“However, it’s just a fantasy” – Barry continued with a sigh – “I knew that life in prison is terrible even before experiencing it firsthand. But I never thought that being convicted had this horrible side effect. I mean, the inmates are deprived not only of their freedom, that is the goal of the sentence, but are also forced into an unnatural chastity that is totally pointless, and makes the anger flare. Think about it: if Jorge could’ve had a satisfying orgasm on a regular basis, would he ever tried to fuck you or me? And even if a man is so totally straight not to look for sex with a fellow inmate, he will be angry, restless, and soon he’d start a brawl or something…”

“You’re right, sir!” – Wade exclaimed, hit by Barry’s thoughts – “If in prison all the men would be… drained on a regular basis, everything would be easier, both for the inmates and for the guards!”

Barry roared with laughter: “I’d say that this is a very hot gay fantasy, for a straight guy! Ha ha ha! And how would you drain so many balls every day? Going from cell to cell sucking every cock? Nnngghh… fuck…” – Barry groaned, adjusting for the umpteenth time his stiff cock into the briefs – “All this talk made me even hornier… Fuck this damn prison!”

Wade stood silent for a while, with an uncertain gaze in his eyes, and then got off his bed and sat on Barry’s, placing his hand on the man’s thigh. “I feel too bad seeing you like this, sir” – Wade said, slowly moving his hand up, until it cupped Barry’s stiff bulge – “I’ve already sucked your cock, I can do it again. Like you said… I didn’t find it that bad…”

“Kid, stop that hand…” – Barry groaned, feeling a painful pressure growing in his groin – “I can’t ask you that. Maybe I could rub one out, if you don’t mind me doing it in front of you, but… Come on, you’re not into these things, and I told you not to feel guilty for what happened with Jorge.”

Wade didn’t say anything; he looked at Barry’s crotch and with his hands he pulled down the briefs, making the man’s wondrous cock spring up and throb freely, pointing to the ceiling.

“Wade… don’t… ooohh!” – Barry sighed, when the boy started stroking his cock with both hands – “Wait, wait… I’m too horny to stop you, kid, but I won’t let you suck me, unless you let me suck you. Deal? Come on, don’t make that face, it’s not ‘gayer’ that what you already did, we’re just two buddies helping each other getting their rocks off. But if you don’t like the idea, I’m not forcing you.”

 

~ Doing something ‘gayer’ ~

Hesitantly, almost shyly, Wade pulled down his briefs, setting free his own throbbing erection, and climbed over Barry, in a sixty-nine position. Barry looked up at the guy’s stiff cock and his hanging balls and smiled: “OK, kid, let’s do it…” – he murmured, and closed his lips around the young meat, enjoying at the same time Wade’s tentative lapping on his swollen glans.

Wade definitely hadn’t become more expert than the day before, but again he made up for the lack of experience with a fiery passion and a great curiosity: he explored the huge member with his tongue and his lips, taking as much of it as he could in his mouth, and even gagging when he tried too hard, but without ever giving up.

Barry was much more expert, and after sucking for a while the sensitive head, he slowly engulfed the entire shaft, effortlessly swallowing it down his throat.

“Aww… fuckkkkk!” – Wade moaned, raising his head for few moments, to then go on working Barry’s cock with an even greater passion. Barry let his lips slide up and down, sucking and lapping the young rod from the tip to the base, while his hands brushed the boy’s thighs, manhandled the soft buttocks and caressed the hanging balls.

Wade was so excited that his head bobbed over Barry’s cock frantically, making the wide glans push over and over on the back of his throat. At one point he pushed his head down so hard that the big rod plunged into his throat, forcing open the tight, inexperienced muscles. Wade gurgled and bucked, but didn’t pull up, and kept the hot meat there, inside his twitching throat muscles until he couldn’t hold any more and raised his head, taking a deep audible breath.

Barry’s loud moans told him that he was on the right track, and after a few more breaths, he went on munching on the giant cock. He felt in ecstasy, not only because he could do, though briefly and clumsily, what Barry was doing so masterfully to him, but also because Barry’s hands were touching him in such an exquisite way, in erogenous spots that he didn’t even know to have. He moaned feeling Barry’s fingers scratching the back of his balls, and then moving up, to rhythmically press on the perineum, until the prying fingertips started playing with the thin tuft of hair circling his spread rosebud.

Wade suddenly raised his head and gasped loud when Barry’s thick index finger reached the very center of his puckered hole and started pushing gently. Barry was applying such a delicate pressure that he could never break into his virgin hole, it wasn’t clearly his intention, and yet that finger, gently knocking on his most guarded portal, made Wade’s heart race madly.

Barry immediately stopped, and for a long moment nothing moved in the dimly lighted cell. Wade was heaving, more for the tension than for the exertion, and his voice was trembling when he said: “Go on, sir. Do it.”

“Are you sure?” – came the question from behind, and Wade repeated, under his breath: “Yes, sir. Do it.”

The finger was withdrawn for a moment, and when he came back it was dripping with saliva. The prying fingertip smeared the wetness around the hole, and then the pressure increased. Wade held his breath and realized that he was furiously clenching his anal ring, and tried to relax. He expected to feel pain, but when the finger slowly crawled inside his inviolate depths he felt exhilarated, and relaxed his sphincter even more, to ease the penetration.

He felt again Barry’s mouth on his cock and did the same, taking again the oversize glans in his mouth while enjoying the intimate touch of Barry’s finger exploring his insides. And then the finger touched a special spot inside him and he gasped loud again. The finger started wiggling madly inside him, Barry’s mouth and throat massaged wildly his sensitive cock, and another hand tickled and caressed him in his most private places, and… “NNNNGGHH!!! AAAAHH!” – Wade screamed loud, uncaring of who could hear him, while his body was shaken by a massive orgasm.

Gasping for air, he looked down and saw Barry’s cock throbbing, and he started wanking it in earnest, giving a special treatment to the sensitive head, pointed straight at his face. In the delirium of his own climax, he felt Barry grunt and stiffen, and a plume of white, viscous cream hit him in the face, and then another, and another. Wade was in ecstasy, he spurted all his juice into Barry’s greedy mouth, while that wonderful, muscular man was bestowing him with the bliss of his essence.

He brushed the wide head of Barry’s cock over his smooth face, smearing the warm cream all over his cheeks, his lips, his tongue, amazed by the amount of seed those hairy balls could provide.

He went on brushing the hot member over his face and lick and kiss the sensitive glans long after Barry’s climax had ended. He stopped only when he felt Barry patting on his thighs, chuckling: “OK, kid, that’s enough for one night, isn’t it?”

“Y... Yes, sir…” – Wade replied, feeling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar – “I hope that the… tension is gone, sir? Sure enough it’s gone for me!”

“I’m in heaven, kid, thank you. Now let’s clean ourselves up and let’s sleep!”

In few minutes, they were both lying in their beds, smiling, welcoming a long-awaited restful sleep.

 

~ An overworked chef ~

In that moment, the Cove was asleep, too… except one young member.

Rick closed the oven, after cleaning it thoroughly, and shot a forlorn glance at the fire range, still stained with burnt sauce and grease. When he moved to the Cove, three years earlier, there were only five of them: Beau, Kale, Barry, Stewart and him; it was easy, back then, taking care of the cooking and keep the kitchen sparkling clean. And then arrived Wahkan with Chayton, and Alex with Charlie, Rowan, Brennan, Jorell with LaShawn, and now Gerry and Laniakea: fifteen hungry men and boys to feed three times a day, plus Beau’s mid-morning snack, and lately he’d basically lived in the kitchen, without even the time to clean it properly. That’s why, so late in the night, he was still at work.

He was too tired to go on, so he decided to delay the cleaning of the fire range and went upstairs to his room. He quickly stripped to his underwear and threw himself on the bed taking a last glance to the clock: two-thirty in the morning, he had little more than three hours of sleep ahead.

The next morning, when Kale and Alex went downstairs for breakfast, were a bit surprised to see only scrambled eggs and toasts on the table: usually Rick cooked a full English breakfast for them, but the two men guessed that Rick had been busy, or maybe just wanted to stay in bed a little longer, and didn’t say anything.

They were still eating when Barry and Stewart came down. Stewart noticed how unusually poor was the breakfast and felt a bit embarrassed because apparently his boy Rick wasn’t attending his duties as efficiently as Charlie with cleaning the rooms and Brennan with the laundry.

When Rick came from the kitchen bringing some more toasts, Stewart noticed that they were burnt and said hastily: “Hey, kid! This is not how to present toasts! And where is the bacon?”

Rick stiffened and frowned deeply, but didn’t say anything. He brought the burnt toasts back to the kitchen and after a short while he came back, bringing a plate with perfectly grilled toasts: “Are these good enough… sir?” – he said, with restrained anger, and when Stewart nodded, he growled: “Good!”, and roughly slammed down the plate in front of the airman.

“What does it mean??” – Stewart yelled, standing up, but Rick ignored him and went back to the kitchen. Kale sensed the tension and placed a hand on the airman’s arm, and that soothing gesture was enough for Stu to calm down and sit back down. But he was clearly pissed off by his boy’s defiant and disrespectful attitude.

Truth to be told, Stewart had never been an easygoing person, he was a military man, a commander, and was used to be respected and obeyed. On the other hand, his boy Hendrick had some sharp edges in his character, too; after all, he didn’t have an easy life, before meeting Stewart: after years moving from a foster family to another, at sixteen he ran away and ended up working as a toy-boy for a rich older man [2].

Alex, who was a much more caring master for his boy Charlie, tried to put a good word for Rick and said: “Be patient, Stu… He’s probably just nervous for Barry, or tired, don’t pick on him…”

“Tired? This early in the morning? And don’t look at me, we just slept last night! He should be more grateful for what the Cove and I do for him!”

He angrily grabbed a couple toasts and went away, leaving the other men exchanging meaningful glances.

Later in the morning, the airman went to the kitchen to drink some orange juice; Rick was not there. While drinking, he noticed the dirty fire range and he was pissed off: when he lived alone, back at his place, his kitchen was always immaculate… mostly because he never used it, but it was irrelevant for him. He was about to go away, when Rick came back.

“Is this your idea of keeping the kitchen clean?” – he barked, harshly – “Instead of dawdling, you should take your duties more seriously, kid!”

Rick wasn’t dawdling, he was coming down from the attic after serving to Beau his mid-morning snack, and he couldn’t restrain himself: “If it’s not clean enough, sir” – he shouted, throwing a dishcloth at him – “you can clean it better yourself!”

He didn’t give time to Stewart to reply, because he turned around and run away

 

~ Surprising lunch ~

In the attic, Beau raised his gaze from his computer, after checking on his investments, and looked at his wristwatch with surprise: it was lunch hour already, and the tray with the remains of his mid-morning snack was still lying on the small dining table.

«How strange that Hendrick didn’t come to pick it up as usual…» – he thought, but then shrugged his shoulder: «It probably slipped his mind». He stood up, took the tray and went downstairs to have lunch.

But when he entered the dining room, the table was bare, Rick hadn’t set it up for lunch and there was no food on it. Kale, Laniakea, Wahkan and Chayton were already there, as surprised as Beau and wondering what happened. Beau entered the desert kitchen and placed the tray on a counter.

“What happened to Hendrick?” – he asked moving back to the dining room, but the only answers he got were puzzled glances. In that moment, Stewart came back from the Air Base and went straight to the dining room; he looked around, surprised, and an angry frown appeared on his face.

“Anger never gives answers…” – Wahkan said, looking at the airman – “Only compassion does. Unless you know where your boy is, you should be worried for him, not angry with him.”

“Isn’t a rule of this house to never intrude between master and boy?” – Stewart replied curtly. He turned around, and after few moments the noise of his slamming door echoed in the corridor.

Laniakea said shyly: “Maybe I can rustle some food, until Rick is back… It won’t be anything special, but I saw that the pantry is well-stocked…”

After half an hour, all the men and boys, except Stewart and Rick (and Barry, of course) were sitting around the large dining table, eating the unexpectedly elaborate meal that Laniakea put together, despite the limited time. The lunch was unusually silent, and when done, Laniakea cleaned up everything, while Kale talked quietly to Rowan: “You have a special bond with Rick, and I’m sure you’re as worried as me” – Kale said – “Did you talk to him?”

“He sent a message few minutes ago to the boy’s chat” – Rowan replied, and showed him his phone. the message was:

“Sorry buddies, I’m on strike. Meeting in the lair asap. R.”

“The lair?” – Kale said, puzzled, and Rowan flashed a conspiratorial smirk: “Can you keep a secret?”. Without waiting for an answer, Rowan moved from the dining room, followed by Kale, crossed the living room and went to the entrance hall. Kale thought that this ‘lair’ was somewhere outside the house, but Rowan opened the door of the old cloakroom, a remnant of the past in that old house that no one ever used.

The once empty room had been transformed by the boys into a sort of meeting room, with a small sofa and few chairs placed around a rickety low table. All the boys were there, including Rick, whispering one another, but the whispers trailed off when they saw Kale.

“Your secret is safe” – Kale reassured them, talking under his breath – “I only wanted to understand what’s going on, because I’m worried. Rick, what does it mean you’re on strike?”

“Sir, I’m terribly sorry for having involved you all in my quarrel with Stewart” – Rick replied – “But I’m not going back to that kitchen until Stewart doesn’t apologize to me. I work hard, sir, I really do. I’m not complaining, I love doing it for you all, but sometimes I just can’t keep up with all my duties… I’m so sorry, I do my best, sir! And when Stewart scolded me because of the burnt toasts and the dirty fire range, and accused me of being lazy I… I…”

Rick couldn’t complete his sentence, because he felt a lump in his throat. Kale rushed to him and hugged him warmly: “It’s all my fault… Many times I praised you for the million things you do, and not once I thought that we had placed too a heavy burden on your shoulders. We’ll find a solution for that. But in the meantime I want to talk to Stewart. No, don’t worry, I’m not going to argue with him. I know my stuff!”

Kale winked at Rick and was rewarded with a hopeful smile: no matter what, Rick loved Stewart more than himself; and Kale knew that Stewart, too, was crazy about his boy. He only needed someone to remind him…

 

~ Taming the airman ~

Kale went upstairs, knocked on Stewart’s door and went in without waiting for an answer. The airman was laying on his bed, on his side, facing the door. His handsome features were darkened by a sullen expression.

“I don’t want to talk!” – Stewart said in a harsh tone, and Kale shot at him a fatherly glance, as if he was a kid throwing a tantrum. Without a word, Kale turned around the bed, lay on it and held Stewart in a warm hug, lovingly, in a spoon position. Neither of them said anything. Stewart was fuming, but Kale’s warm body against his back, and the friendly, non-judgmental arms holding him made his stubborn anger waver.

The airman grunted, and Kale didn’t move; he tried (very faintly) to wriggle out of the arms holding him, and Kale held him with even greater affection; he then grumbled: “Don’t you have anything better to do?”, and Kale placed his cheek against Stewart’s and whispered in his ear: “No.”

There was a long silence, and slowly the tenderness of Kale’s embrace broke into Stewart’s heart and the deep frown on his face faded away.

“I overreacted, didn’t I?” – the airman then asked, in a small voice – “There are times when I just don’t understand Rick…”

“You can’t always understand him, it’s only natural” – Kale replied, choosing carefully the words – “but you should trust him more. He’s your boy. Last night he worked very late, to clean the kitchen, but he was too tired to finish it; and after about three hours he was at work again, to prepare breakfast. That’s why he didn’t clean the fire range and couldn’t prepare a full breakfast. He’s exhausted, too exhausted to even keep his tongue in check…”

“And I’m a monster…” – Stewart replied, meekly – “I accused him to be lazy, when he doesn’t even sleep as much as he needs to attend his duties! It’s not an excuse, but sometimes I come back from work so tense that I can’t think straight…”

“If the problem is your tension…” – Kale teased him, lowering his hand on the airman’s crotch – “…I know a sure way to get rid of it…”

Stewart had always found Kale extremely enticing, and his hand brushing on his crotch made his cock instantly grow stiffer in his pants. The idea of having sex with the exotic Hawaiian was really tempting, but he stopped Kale’s hand: “Thanks buddy, nothing in the world could please me more than your perfect ass, but… I have some fences to mend with my boy, and the least I can do is to save my juice for him.”

“Of course.” – Kale said with a knowing smile, giving a light kiss on Stewart’s cheek – “I’d better go downstairs, now. But next time you feel a monster, I’ll be more than glad to take care of your beastly urges… Not for my own pleasure, let’s be clear! Only for Rick’s sake!”

“Yeah, sure, for Rick’s sake…!” – Stewart laughed, getting off the bed – “Thank you, man. I love you, you know that?”

Smiling wide, Kale left Stewart alone and went downstairs to the ‘lair’. “The coast is clear” – the counselor joked with Rick – “The tornado warning had been lifted!”

“…Until next time, I guess…” – Rick replied, still hurt, but hopeful that Stewart would apologize to him, after mistreating him so badly. He looked around at the boys around him and said: “OK, guys, the meeting is over, thank you so much for your support. And talking on behalf of all of us, effective immediately, Kale is an honorary member of our club, because this way…” – he glanced sideways to the counselor – “…he’s bound, just like us, to guard the secret about the lair with his own life!”

Kale giggled and replied, placing a hand on his heart: “Thank you for your trust. I won’t fail you! On my honor!”. There was a sort of “silent ovation”, when all the boys acclaimed the new member of the group with silent thumbs up, wide smiles and whispered cheers.

Kale smiled at them, thankful, and then the group disbanded, with many hugs and pats on the back, and everyone went back to their duties.

 

~ Choice of words ~

Rick went up to his room, and entered using his own door: he was still angry with Stewart, and didn’t want to see him before having the time to calm down, as he knew well that it’s way too easy to say something you then regret, when you’re angry.

He threw himself on the bed and tried to relax, but the connecting door opened almost instantly and Stewart came in, wearing only his boxers. Rick could clearly spot the man’s half-hard cock twitching under the thin fabric.

“Ricky boy…” – Stewart said, trying to sound as much contrite as his rough military attitude let him – “I hate when we argue. You know I love you, kid. Let me show you how much…”

Stewart moved closer to the bed, massaging his own bulge, sure that Rick would’ve been more than glad to make peace to him in the sweet way he had in mind. But Rick was pissed off, because he expected Stewart to apologize, not to offer him sex. «For Stewart, everything can be fixed with a fuck!» – he though angrily, and turned around on the bed, giving his back to the man and grumbling “I’m not in the mood!”

“What?!” – Stewart exclaimed, thinking that minutes earlier he’d refused Kale’s offer only to save his juice for Rick, as a gesture of affection and respect to him – “You are my boy! I want to make love to my boy!!”

Of course, Stewart only meant that he didn’t want to make love to anyone but his boy, out of love for him, but his misleading choice of words was easily misunderstood by Rick, who turned around and stared in disbelief at his master.

He got off the bed and with few, hurried movements stripped naked, yelling with cracking voice: “Right! I’m your boy! My master wants to fuck me, so what should I ever say? Thank you sir!”

He climbed on the bed, on all fours, and lowered his torso on the mattress, using his hands to spread his buttocks. “Here is your obedient boy, at your service, sir!” – he shouted, looking at Stewart with despaired, teary eyes – “Fuck him good and hard! He won’t complain!”

Stewart was shocked, seeing Rick’s almost hysterical reaction. He could’ve said he was sorry, he could’ve explained better what he meant, he could’ve done a million things, but he did the only one that, unfortunately, came natural to him: “Fuck you, boy!!” – he shouted, angrily, and went away, slamming the connecting door so hard that the wooden frame almost cracked.

Stewart couldn’t think straight, his mind was numb for the fury, but deep inside he knew he was wrong, he knew he acted badly with Rick, and the way his boy looked at him, screaming “Here I am!” awoke in him memories he was trying to forget. In a flash, he remembered the first days Rick came live with him, at his old place; he was a hurting toy-boy who had lived a hard life and even suffered for a group rape [3], he needed tender care and protection, but in a moment of anger, Stewart tried to force himself on the boy [4].

Rick had the same desperate glance in his eyes, back then, when he whined with chocked voice: ‘Sir, don’t… I’m begging you… I can take it from anyone, but not from you. Not from you, sir! I couldn’t bear it…’

“Fuck!!” – Stewart hissed again, stomping his foot on the floor. He was furious! Furious with the boy, for his humiliating refusal; and above all furious with himself, for how he treated Rick. He knew he had to apologize to him, with words, not with sex, but not in that moment, not when his anger could make things worse.

The airman felt the urge to vent his rage, he needed a friend who could talk his own language. Kale was a wonderful, understanding guy, but he was too… psychological for a simple military man like Stewart.

“Alex!” – Stewart said to himself, going out to the corridor without even getting dressed. He stormed into Alex’ suite and found the guard sitting in his underwear at the small dining table, drinking some milk with his boy Charlie before going to bed.

Alex immediately spotted the feverish glance into the airman’s eyes and gestured to Charlie to make himself scarce.

“Hey, Stu…” – he then said to his friend, with a cautious tone – “What’s up? Come sit here, take same warm milk, it will do good to you…”

“Do you have anything stronger, buddy?” – the airman asked, but when noticed the reproachful glance from Alex he hastened to add: “Just a little one, the last thing I want is to get drunk…”

 

~ Plan B… and Plan C ~

Alex served him some brandy and asked: “It’s about Rick, isn’t it?”

“It’s about me, actually. I don’t know… I’m harsh sometimes, that’s something I’ve always known, I’m like this, I can’t help it. But then, even when I try to make things straight, gulping down my pride and trying to mend my ways, I can only make things worse, and I hate myself for this! He’s my boy, he knows I love him, but moments ago he believed I was about to… force him into having sex with me!”

Alex shook his head, sure that Stewart couldn’t ever do anything like that to Rick or anyone else, but Stewart revealed, looking down at his glass: “Once, I almost did it. It was long ago, but apparently I caused another scar to my boy’s already damaged heart. And you know what’s worse? When I saw him blatantly spreading his ass in front of my eyes, shooting at me a heartbreaking glance because he was convinced that I was about to forcefully fuck him against his will, I… I looked at that pink rosebud, crowned with red hair, and all I wanted with all my being was to fuck it senselessly.”

“Shit, look at me” – Stewart added, standing up and looking down at his own bulging crotch – “Just thinking of it I’m about to cream my pants! What a fucking pervert am I, Alex? I should go to my boy, I should apologize to him, but as soon as he looks at me, he will think I only want to fuck him…”

Alex, still sitting, flashed a randy grin and placed his hand on his buddy’s straining boxers: “If this is the problem, we could take care of that before you go back to your boy…”

Stewart faintly shook his head, but when the big, strong hand cupped his manhood, his hips involuntarily pushed forward, looking for a stronger contact. “I… No, man, thank you, but I know your… expertise, I’m not in the mood to take your cock right now, I’m too tense.”

The muscled guard stood up and pushed down his own briefs, revealing his thickening massive manhood; then, without a word, he lay on the bed, took the lubricant from the nightstand and squeezed a glob on his fingers, under Stewart’s disappointed eyes.

“If you are unwilling to take my cock right now…” – Alex said in a low voice – “there’s always the plan B…”

He raised his legs, revealing his hairy man hole, and smeared the lubricant all over it, pushing inside two fingers to grease the inner canal and loosen up his anal ring, unused to give way to a man’s cock.

Stewart was like hypnotized and stared at the massive spread buttocks, and at the sneaky fingers dancing on the puckered hole and forcing it open over and over. He felt his own cock throb inside his boxers and his feet moved almost on their own to the bed.

He climbed on the bed and knelt between Alex’ raised legs, massaged lustfully his own crotch and then pushed a finger into Alex’ slick anus, moving it back and forth, going deeper at each thrust. Alex moaned: “Yeah, man… Work my ass… Prepare it to take your big throbbing cock…!”

The airman added a second finger, breathing harder, and exerted a greater pressure, to push them inside, as far as he could, in search for Alex’ magic spot. And when he found it, Alex’ cock reacted quivering hard and letting out a drop of clear pre-cum.

“Don’t let me wait, man…” – Alex growled – “Fuck me, vent on my ass all your tension!”

Stewart massaged again his cock trapped into the boxers, feeling so horny that he could lose his load anytime, and looked straight at Alex with uncertain eyes. “I can’t, Alex… This is wrong, I can’t always solve problems with a fuck. In this moment my boy is lying on his bed, hurt and angry, and I need to make things straight with him. You’re such a stud, Alex, and you made my lust soar like never, but I have to go…”

In few moments, before Alex could even say a word, Stewart had gone away. Alex stood still for a moment, with his ass in the air, and then called for Charlie, waiting in the adjacent room.

“I’m coming!” – the boy happily replied, rushing to the door – “Have you… Ohh!!!”

The unexpected, enticing sight of his bulky man holding his legs in the air, with his ass so spread and vulnerable, was like an electric surge through Charlie’s body. He moved closer to the bed, staring at the slick greased man hole and couldn’t hold himself: “Oh, sir… You’re so fucking hot! You’re… ooohh… OOOOHHH!!!”

The boy pressed hard his hand on his own crotch, while his unruly cock throbbed and twitched, under the pressure of a sudden spontaneous orgasm. A wet spot appeared on the fabric, and slowly the boyish semen soaked the white boxers.

“Hey, kid…” – Alex said with a smile – “I greased and loosened my hole, but Stewart left me like this: we can’t let this go wasted, can we?”

“You mean… you want me to… fuck you, sir?”

“That was the idea, kid, but I see you’ve already drained your balls, so I guess…”

“Drained?” – Charlie said with an urchin grin, taking off his wet briefs – “In all these years have I ever run out of juice with you, sir?”

“Not once…” – Alex replied, looking with affectionate eyes his naked boy climbing on the bed sporting a vibrant erection; and Charlie had a greedy, manly glare in his eyes that made Alex’ hole quiver in anticipation.

 

~ Making things straight ~

Stewart ran upstairs, feeling his body on fire, but forcefully pushing his roaring lust out of his mind. He cared too much for his boy to let his urges lead him astray. He entered Rick’s room, and the boy gasped, surprised for the sudden intrusion and for the frenzied state Stewart seemed to be. If the man’s feverish glare wasn’t enough, the stiff bulge in his pants made Rick curl up in the farthermost corner of the bed.

“I won’t touch you, kid” – Stewart immediately stated, feeling sick for the scared glance his boy was throwing at him – “and never in my life I would try to force myself on you again. Once I almost did it, and I still can’t forgive myself. Your pleading words, back then, broke my heart, and when tonight I saw again that desperation in your eyes I… I felt disgust for myself.”

“You know how hard is for me admit I was wrong” – Stewart continued, moving closer to the bed, but keeping a safe distance – “but I was wrong, I acted awfully with you, you do much more than I should ask you, and you always do that with your beautiful smile, and I was stupid enough to accuse you of being lazy. I’m sorry, Ricky boy. I don’t know what to say, except that I’m sorry…”

Rick got off the bed and stood in front of the man, with a contrite expression: “I was not better then you, sir… I badmouthed you, I humiliated you in front of the other men, and my anger made me neglect my house duties. I’m sorry I left you all with an empty stomach at lunch, and… also at dinner, now that I think of that” – he added, looking at the clock.

“Well, we were not left with an empty stomach, actually…” – Stewart said, faking a casual tone and stifling a smile – “You know, Laniakea served us, in only half an hour, an excellent lunch. And I guess he did the same for dinner. He’s quite talented, in my opinion…”

“More talented than me?” – Rick exclaimed, realizing that Stewart was mocking him – “That’s my kitchen! And should I sleep only two hours a night, I will keep on serving you three meals a day and keep the kitchen clean!”

“You’re such a wonderful guy, Ricky Boy…” – Stewart said with great affection, hugging Rick tight – “but Kale and I realized that over time your duties have become too heavy for you. I don’t want you to work as hard as you did lately, we must find a solution.”

“Well… If Laniakea is so versed with cooking, we could take care of it together!”

“It sounds like a perfect solution, Ricky Boy! I’ll talk to Kale… but I’ll state it clear that it’s your kitchen and you are the chef!”

Rick beamed with pride and looked with loving eyes at his man. He placed his hands on the man’s toned chest and seductively pressed his crotch against Stewart’s, realizing that throughout their long conversation it hadn’t lost a fraction of its stiffness.

“You know, sir…” – Rick said with the submissive tone that he knew Stewart loved – “…I now feel in the mood, if you still… err… need your boy…”

“I need my boy like never!” – Stewart replied, gently pushing him on the bed.

Rick quickly took off his underwear and reclined on his back, raising his legs to show to his strapped airman the pink rosebud circled by red hair that never failed to send him through the roof…

 

While Stewart and Alex were making sweet love with their boys at the Cove, at the private prison young Wade was silently watching Barry sleep in the dimly lit cell. The young lad knew that Barry would’ve soon been a free man, as his trial was to be held in a couple days, and felt he was not ready to say goodbye to that muscular, over-endowed, protective man. Not until he could truly thank Barry for the humiliating, painful treatment he had to endure in order to save him…

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