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. In prison, 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

Barry finally faces his trial... with an unexpected outcome. The last night with Wade is heart-warming and cock-hardening at the same time. When he eventually goes back home, to the Cove, he will need all the sympathy and affection Kale can give him…

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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 11-16 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 16 – VENTURE INTO THE UNKNOWN ≈

 

~ Nightmares and sweet dreams ~

“NO! NOO!!!”

Barry was startled awake by Wade’s scream and immediately leapt on his feet and rushed to him: “Hey, kid! Wade! Wake up, it’s just a bad dream…”

It was late in the night and the cell was dark; Wade’s eyes opened and started scanning the room and the man standing next to his bed with irrepressible fear, while trying to connect again to reality. Barry sat on the side of Wade’s bed and placed a hand on his chest, to calm him. Under his palm, he felt the boy’s heart thumping at a frenzied pace.

“You’re safe, kid” – Barry said with a comforting tone – “You had a nightmare.”

“I dreamed of Jorge…” – Wade said in a tense voice, relaxing a bit – “…and he was about to do… what he was actually going to do if you didn’t stop him…”

“But he didn’t touch you, nor he can do it now. Sleep, kid. I’ll watch over you.”

Barry moved to stand up, but Wade held his hand tight. “Sir…” – he murmured, as if he wanted to say something, or confess a deep thought, but then he shut his mouth, frowning. Barry didn’t force him, didn’t ask anything; he sat down again and left his hand where it was, on the boy’s chest.

“In that moment, when Jorge was about to rape me” – Wade then said, after a long silence – “I thought a million things, and I was scared shitless by the idea of having my ass split open by a man’s cock, especially a vicious, violent man like Jorge. I knew it would’ve been very painful… or at least I think it would’ve been, I guess…”

“It would’ve been, kid. Take my word” – Barry said with sympathy – “He had a damn thick cock, one of those cocks that can hurt an inexperienced ass very, very seriously…”

Wade held Barry’s hand tighter, to thank the bulky, generous man for trading his ass, his pride and his manliness to save a boy he barely knew; but it wasn’t just a thankful gesture...

“In that moment” – the boy confessed – “what truly horrified me was the idea… I know it sound absurd… the idea that I was a virgin, no man had ever touched me, and I was about to have my virginity ripped away in such a brutal way…”

“It’s silly, isn’t it?” – Wade giggled, but it was a desperate, tearful giggle, and his eyes got wet – “I mean, sir, virgin or not, it would’ve been terrible in any case, but… knowing that a brute like Jorge was about to invade my deepest intimacy, ripping away from me something that I could’ve never got back, was… was so…”

Wade’s voice cracked, and he bravely held his tears, but Barry could understand the intensity of the boy’s sentiments by the fierce grip on his hand. And then, suddenly, Wade’s eyes fixated into Barry’s, looking at him with a touching mix of courage and shyness.

“I… I want you to take my virginity, sir!” – the boy said in one breath – “I want to give it as a gift to someone I love, someone like you, sir, so that no one can ever take it from me by force…”

Barry was touched by Wade’s words. Not for a single moment he took him seriously, of course, as the boy was clearly too shaken to think straight; but hearing Wade, a young straight guy, offering him his anal virginity, as a gift to ‘someone he loved’, warmed Barry’s heart.

“You’re special to me, kid” – Barry said under his breath, and was glad that no one else was there to hear his emotional voice – “and your offer repays me from any pain I may have suffered for saving you. Now I know that surrendering myself to Jorge was the best thing I ever did in my life.”

“So, will you fuck, me, sir?”

“No, kid, I won’t. I know you are absolutely sincere, but you’re too unsettled to sensibly make me such an offer. You have a girlfriend awaiting you, you don’t ‘mess with guys’, and… I won’t mess with you. Now sleep, kid. Don’t worry about anything, I’m here, and nothing bad can happen to you.”

Barry stood up, and this time Wade let go of his hand. The expression of the boy’s face was now much more serene and a faint, affectionate smile distended his mouth. Barry lay on his own bed and turned to watch Wade, and kept watching him until the boy closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He then sighed, and adjusted his junk into the underwear for the umpteenth time. The total inactivity, in prison, was bad enough, but having his turbulent sexuality restrained that way was really tough, even cruel. Barry closed his eyes, and while drifting off his fantasy wandered free, filling his mind with vivid, enticing images of him making sweet love to Wade, accepting as a gift what the boy had most precious.

 

~ Silent screams ~

In that moment, Kale, too, was drifting to sleep, but something woke him up. He opened his eyes, looking around in the room faintly lit by the moonlight, but everything was like it should be. That night he was sleeping alone, and he couldn’t understand what woke him up.

He reclined on the pillow and relaxed, trying to fall asleep again, and that was when he heard it again: a sort of hiccup, not a sob or a scream, just a short chocked sound. It came from Laniakea’s room, and Kale couldn’t understand if it was just an involuntary sound uttered by his cousin while sleeping, or there was something wrong.

He silently got up and went to the connecting door, opening a crack to peek in.

Laniakea was not sleeping. He was lying naked on the bed, sporting a stiff erection; his hand moved slowly up and down his shaft, and his skin was wet with sweat. All his muscles were flexed, his head was pressing hard on the pillow and his eyes were tightly shut, as if he was on the verge of an explosive orgasm.

Kale was quite an expert in bondage and cum denial, and clearly understood that Laniakea had been keeping himself on the brim of a climax for a long time, straining to release his load, but continuously delaying the exquisite moment and denying himself the pleasure his body longed for.

Laniakea’s hand slowed down even more, to then rest near the sensitive corona, while his other hand was firmly pressed on his mouth; and then that brief, chocked sound escaped again from Laniakea’s lips. Despite being in the throes of an excruciating self-love, Laniakea, with fierce determination, was muffling his pleasure, putting a herculean effort to keep the sounds of his ecstasy buried deep inside his throat. 

The hand gripping the stiff throbbing cock moved a fraction of an inch, just a small rotation that gave to his swollen glans the sparkle that could, at long last, light the fuse. Laniakea’s body arched, every muscle flexed, and he held his breath, while a powerful climax wreaked havoc on him. His hips started tilting up and down, his cock shot a thick plume of white cream and his arm trembled, in the effort to press his hand over his mouth as much as he could.

Kale, through the creak in the door, watched with a mix of sexual excitement and deep pain the young guy living a blissful, excruciating orgasm while forcing himself into a total silence. The viscous juice kept spurting from the cock tip, falling on Laniakea’s torso and dribbling down to the bedsheets, while the ejaculation seemed to never end.

Slowly, the pelvic contractions slowed down and stopped, and the body relaxed; but the hand kept pressing on the mouth, while Laniakea’s shoulders quivered, as shaken by faint silent sobs.

Kale quickly closed the door, feeling guilty for having witnessed what was clearly a private, intimate moment of solitary love. He went back to his bed and lay down, but he was too tense to sleep.

The show had been a hot one, anyone could agree on that, but the only image that kept appearing again and again into Kale’s memory was Laniakea’s hand forcefully pressing on his mouth, the veins of his neck bulging out in a silent scream, the tension that the guy couldn’t vent voicing his pleasure being then released in irrepressible sobs, they too immediately muffled.

Kale suddenly remembered that Laniakea did the same thing other times: in Hana, while masturbating under the shower [1], and when they made love after their private Hula dance [2]; and then at the Cove, when Laniakea and Barry spit-roasted him [3] and when they made sweet love in his room [4]. No matter how wreaking were his orgasms, no matter how strong were his instincts, Laniakea always kept his pleasure sealed into himself.

While in Hawaii, Kale said to his cousin that it was fine to enjoy the pleasure in silence, if it was what came natural to him; but when the image of Laniakea’s silent screams, minutes before, flashed again in front of his eyes, Kale felt sad for his handsome Nani kōkī, because there wasn’t anything natural in the way he forced himself to silence.

Kale knew he had to help the guy, but that wasn’t the right moment. So, he turned on his side, sighed and tried to sleep some more.

 

~ A real trial ~

The next morning, just after breakfast, the doorbell rang, and Charlie ran to open it; he stared with wide eyes at the handsome, well-dressed tall man waiting outside.

“Good morning” – the man said, looking down at Charlie with a friendly smile – “I’m Sterling, a friend of Beau, as well as Barry’s lawyer. May I come in?”

“P… Please” – Charlie muttered, overawed by the man’s elegance and by his confident attitude. The boy led the way to the living room, where Beau and the other men were chatting, before going to work. “Sterling! What a pleasure, come in, take a seat!” – Beau exclaimed – “News about Barry’s trial?”

“Definitely!” – the lawyer replied with a wide smile – “I pulled some strings and asked some favors, and I could advance the first hearing of Barry’s trial to this morning; I have to be in the courtroom by 11 am, and if someone of you wants to come and sit in the public gallery, I bet Barry will be very happy to have your support. As you know well, so far only Beau and I could visit him, as I was his lawyer and Beau… well, I convinced them to register him as Barry’s brother.”

There was a great excitement in the room, and everybody was extremely happy, hoping to be able to hug Barry again very soon.

“However…” – Sterling continued, dialing down the enthusiasm – “keep in mind that this is just the first hearing, the Court’s decision will be pronounced tomorrow, but I’m confident that Barry will soon be a free man.” 

“11 am, did you say?” – Beau said, suddenly anxious – “We have just two hours! You go, now, Sterling, stay with Barry and help him getting ready for the hearing.”

“Talking about that” – Sterling asked – “can you give me a suit and tie for Barry to wear it? It’s important to make a good impression to the judge…”

“Barry in suit and tie?” – Charlie laughed – “Good luck on that!”

“Please excuse him” – Rick said, flashing a reproachful glance to Charlie – “I’ll give you something elegant… sort of… that Barry won’t refuse to wear”. Rick quickly went to Barry’s room and came down with a black shirt, grey trousers and a pair of almost elegant boots, thin enough to fit inside the trousers’ legs. 

At 11 am sharp, almost the entire Cove was at the County Court, sitting in the public gallery of the ample courtroom; the Judge was a stocky tanned man with curly hair and thick moustache who certainly had a lot of Mexican blood flowing in his veins. And the plaque on the bench, reading “Judge Ricardo A. García”, left no doubt about it. He was a bit overweight, or at least he looked to fill his black robe a little too much, but he had sparkling dark eyes and a blinding bright smile; and the overall effect, at least in the excited eyes of the boys of the Cove, was definitely enticing.

Barry entered the room, escorted by a guard, and there was an intense exchange of glances and wide smiles between him and the guys from the Cove. Though not really elegant, Barry was a sight, wearing the clothes provided by Rick; but Kale and Beau were a bit worried, because Barry had purposely left open a couple buttons of his tight black shirt, offering more than a glimpse of his massive hairy chest, and the slim-fit trousers put Barry’s massive bulge on display too much for their understated sense of propriety and decency.

“Docket 5-8-1-0!” – the bailiff said aloud – “State versus Bartholomew Roland Watts!”

Kale gasped and said to Beau: “It’s the wrong trial!”

“It’s me, asshole…” – Barry said through his teeth, briefly turning around – “And when we’re back home, I don’t want to hear a single word about it, or else…”

“OK, let’s begin… Assault and resisting arrest…” – Judge García said with a bored tone, reading some papers on his desk. “Your plea, Mr. …Oh!” – he exclaimed, when he laid his eyes on Barry, and then he cleared his throat and repeated “How… How do you plead, Mr. Watts?”

“Barry, please, Your Honour” – Barry replied, flashing an irresistible smile and looking intensely at the Judge; while standing up, he purposely brushed his bulge on the edge of the desk and trusted up his chest a little bit – “No one ever calls me Mr. Watts... I plead innocent, Your Honour. Totally, truly innocent…”

“Oh… uhm… of course…” – the Judge replied, stifling a nervous, lustful smile, and Kale leaned to Beau’s ear: “I can’t believe it! He can make a man fall for him even from a defendant’s dock!”

“This trial is going to be very interesting…” – Beau replied under his breath, flashing a knowing smile.

Sterling was very professional, pointed out that the policemen didn’t read to Barry his rights, that they arrested him too hastily, and if they asked around they would’ve found out that Barry was attacked and only defended himself. He presented a written evidence confirming his case, and all the while he had a hard time making the Judge concentrate on him, rather than on Barry.

“OK, I have enough elements to decide” – Judge García stated, dismissing with an annoyed gesture the Prosecution complaining that she couldn’t even say a word – “The Court is adjourned until tomorrow at 10 am. Mr. Watts… Barry… I will see you tomorrow morning!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Your Honour…” – Barry replied with a randy smile, and Kale rolled his eyes, smiling at Beau.

 

~ The last night ~

When back to his cell, Barry told everything about the hearing to Wade, giggling with him for the judge’s reaction to his not-so-covert advances.

“If there’s something I can do” – Barry said with pride – “is to understand a man’s inclinations… his sexual inclinations, I mean, and I was irresistible, truly irresistible. He seemed to be on the verge of creaming his pants!”

Wade chuckled, but there was a sort of tension in his demeanor, and Barry guessed its reason. “Hey kid, what’s with the face? It’s because tomorrow I’ll go away? You don’t have to worry, my lawyer will soon take you out of here, and my friend will pay the fee for this cell until you’re out.”

“Thank you, sir…” – Wade replied, sullenly – “I’m… I’m very grateful. For all you did for me…”

“And…?” – Barry inquired, but Wade just shrugged his shoulders and lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, and at 9pm sharp the usual stern voice announced “Lights out!”, and the cell fell into a dim twilight. Barry and Wade were lying on their beds, in their underwear, immersed in a deep silence.

“This is the last night you’re here, sir…” – Wade then said in a low voice – “Is it too selfish of me wishing that you didn’t go away tomorrow? That you could stay with me until I’m released?”

“It’s not selfish, kid, and I love you for saying so” – Barry replied – “but I’m afraid this is not a place where one can ask to extend his stay…”

Wade giggled, and soon became serious again. “Sir… Last night I was very shaken, that nightmare was so… real! And I said many things that I shouldn’t have said…”

“Don’t sweat it, kid… I know you weren’t really asking me to take your virginity.”

“No, sir, I mean I didn’t want to tell you, to let you know my deepest thoughts… Revealing yourself at such an extent to another man makes you… vulnerable, doesn’t it? But I’m glad that my turmoil let me pour out what I really felt. My offer… was sincere, sir.”

Barry looked straight at the boy, surprised. Wade flashed an embarrassed smile: “I’m calm, now, sir, aren’t I? I’m not too shaken to think straight like last night, but I truly want you to make love to me, to take my virginity. I’m not sure I can explain that, sir, but it’s not something gay, I don’t want to have sex with you, I only… wish you could let me love you, in a way that you can understand.”

Wade glanced at Barry’s bulge, and saw it stiffening under the thin fabric. “And I think you understand what I mean, sir…” – the boy concluded, flashing a friendly, affectionate smile. There was no tension in his face, no fear in his voice, nor lust in his eyes. Just thankful affection and sheer love. 

Berry felt something stirring inside him… and it wasn’t in his underwear. “Are you sure, kid? You’re offering me something that a straight guy never gives away, and he guards as his most valued treasure. Besides, you’ve seen me naked: it wouldn’t be a walk in the park…”

“I’m more than sure, sir…” – Wade replied, confident, standing up and moving closer to Barry – “…and I thought about your oversize manhood, too: while you were away I… ehm… asked a favor to a kind guard.”

He opened his hands and proudly showed a small tube of lube and a sealed condom to Barry, who flashed a knowing smile: “You’re quite a resourceful boy! I’m afraid we can’t use the condom, though, as they are always too tight for me, but don’t worry, we’ve been checked for diseases on our first day here, and we’re both clean.”

Barry took the lube from the guy’s hands and smiled: “On the other hand, I think we’ll need plenty of this. We’ll probably use it up!”

They took away their underwear with excited movements, but while Barry’s cock stood instantly at attention in all its astonishing glory, Wade’s dick hung limp from his groin. The boy replied to Barry’s concerned expression with a frank smile: “I told you, sir, it not something… sexual for me, but believe me: it’s what I want most. You don’t need to take care of my pleasure…”

“We’ll see…” – Barry replied with a knowing grin, and pushed Wade on the bed, on his back. “Keep your legs bent over, I need to prepare you, I don’t want to hurt you…”

 

~ Gift exchange ~

Wade bent his legs over his chest and held them using his hands, presenting to Barry his pristine, virgin hole. Barry took a large glob of lube and started massaging it, spreading the slimy gel all around and intruding one finger inside the tight canal.

Wade didn’t squirm nor he gave any sign of discomfort: he kept looking with affection at Barry while his thick fingers gently loosened his inexperienced hole. Only later, when Barry shoved two, and then three fingers deep inside him, Wade’s eyes widened: not for the pain, just for the surprise, as he couldn’t think possible for his ass to loosen that much.

When Wade was ready, or at least as ready as possible, Barry took more lube and greased his cock thoroughly. He pushed his hips forward and placed his wide mushroom head over the slick loosened hole.

“Now breathe and relax, kid. I’ll be as gentle as possible, but at first it won’t be easy…”

The enormous cock pressed on the inviolate anus with increasing pressure, and Wade kept looking at Barry with trustful eyes. He felt a growing discomfort, that quickly escalated to a dull pain, but he kept breathing steadily without a word.

And then, all of the sudden, Wade’s anal ring gave way to the mighty intruder and he felt like torn apart. A chocked scream escaped his mouth, while his mind tried unsuccessfully to process the information that a man’s cock, and a huge one, had broken into his ass. He put a great effort in keeping his mouth shut, but the pain was excruciating.

Barry instantly stopped: “I’m too big, kid… It can’t work, I’m hurting you…”

Wade looked straight at Barry; there was still pain into the boy’s eyes, but he was smiling tenderly: “No, sir, don’t stop… This is my gift to you…”

Gently, the thick rod moved further another inch, then two, while Barry and Wade looked intensely into each other’s eyes. One more inch, and then another; Wade flinched lightly, but didn’t say anything. The mighty cock was halfway into him, and Wade already felt stuffed way over his limits, but he knew that Barry would’ve never really hurt him. Another inch, and then another painful one.

Inexorably, the wide mushroom head forced open Wade’s insides in ways that he couldn’t even imagine, and he started trembling for the tension; but he soldiered on, and said with the most confident tone he was capable of: “Go all the way, sir…”

With a last, forceful push, Barry buried his oversize manhood into Wade’s tender flesh, to the hilt, and then stood still. The boy clang to him with his arms and legs, shutting his eyes close, while his tension found their way out in few silent sobs. 

When Wade raised his teary eyes, they were shining with happiness. Barry smiled and said: “You’ve given me the greatest gift of all, kid. Now let me give one to you…”

The huge member started moving back and forth, cautiously, until Wade gasped loud and widened his eyes, feeling something deep inside him never experienced before. “A man’s body is full of surprises…” – Barry mused, and started a methodical, relentless, unstoppable assault on Wade’s inexperienced joy button.

Wade suddenly felt difficult to even breath, washed away by feelings that he’d never felt. He looked down, between his legs, and saw his own dick thicken and rise to a stiff erection, while an incredible sexual tension built up inside his groin.

“What… nnnggh!!... What are you doing to me, sir?? Awww..!!!”

“This is my gift, kid” – Barry said in low voice – “and there’s more…”

Barry’s cock paced up, and each thrust made Wade’s member throb and spurt a dribble of pre-cum. “Oh, sir… Oh, sir!!” – the boy whined, tossing his head from side to side, unable to cope with the sensorial overload. 

Like in a dream, Wade heard Barry say: “You gave me so much, kid, and here’s your reward…”; and then two expert, prying fingertips started titillating his nipples in such an exquisite way that he totally lost control of his body. A long, high-pitched scream came out of Wade’s mouth, and his untouched dick started shooting like a machine gun.

Wade tried in vain to keep track, or even understand the many overwhelming feelings that assaulted him all at once: his cock spurting countless jets of juice, his anal rings rhythmically clenching around the huge invader, his nipples sending surges of mind-blowing pleasure through his spine, his screams of pleasure bouncing on the bare walls and… a warm wetness filling his insides and slowly seeping out of his loosened hole.

«He’s cumming inside me!» – Wade suddenly realized, and the thought was so highly erotic that his cock kept on spurting with renewed vigor. He was in a state of total bliss that lasted for many neverending moments, and then, slowly, he came back to the Earth.

When Wade opened his eyes, Barry was looking down at him, with a loving smile, panting for the exertion. “Oh, sir…!” – Wade blurred, throwing his arms around Barry’s neck and holding him tight. The sense of complete intimacy he felt with that bulky, hairy man was incredible, and Wade started sobbing like a child, pressing his face on Barry’s shoulder, letting out all the emotions agitating his young soul.

Slowly, Wade relaxed and his sobs trailed off; he let go of Barry’s neck and lay on the bed, gasping for the unexpected feeling of emptiness when Barry pulled his cock out of his once-virgin ass.

“Do you want me to sleep on the other bed?” – Barry asked with a tender voice, and Wade shook his head, unable to speak. 

The next morning, at dawn, when the guard peeked inside the cell through the peephole, saw Wade sleeping naked, deeply nested into Barry’s arms; he shook his head, because the prison’s rules didn’t allow sex between inmates, and was about to hit the door with his nightstick, but then saw the tender, contented smile on the boy’s face and let it go.

 

~ One last step to freedom ~

At 9.30am Barry was ready to go. He had showered carefully and put on the black shirt and the grey pants he needed to wear for the last hearing of his trial. He gave to Wade a long, tight hug and then kept him at arm’s distance: “I’m sorry to leave you here, kid, but it won’t last long. Keep in mind what I told you about your girlfriend: I’m sure that she’s an honest, beautiful girl and I’m proud of you because you’re about to do what a man should, marrying her and rising your baby; but… be careful not to waste your life. Sterling, the lawyer, has my number and address, in case… you know… you come into town and want to pay a visit to an old friend.”

“I won’t pretend not to be a bit scared, at the idea of getting married and raise a kid” – Wade replied – “but this experience changed me. You changed me. You could turn this nightmare into… something beautiful, sir.”

“I take only half the credit for that, kid” – Barry giggled – “as you definitely did your part! Speaking of which… I hope not to have made you question yourself or something. I mean, you can call it what you want, but we’ve done the ‘gayest’ thing ever, in your rank system…”

“I’m not afraid to discover new parts of myself, sir” – Wade replied sincerely – “and you may call it what you want, but I don’t regret a single moment of it. Now go…” – Wade said with affection, adjusting Barry’s collar – “don’t let the Judge… and your freedom wait.”

They hugged again, and the guard escorted Barry out, to be driven to the County Court. When there, the guard didn’t walk him to the courtroom, but stopped in front of a door and knocked. Barry was puzzled, and was surprised when the guard opened the door and he saw Judge Ricardo A. García, in his black robe, sitting at his desk.

“Wait outside, and don’t let anyone come in” – the Judge said to the guard. When alone, the Judge scanned Barry’s body, unable to hide his interest for the muscled hairy chest peeking out of the open shirt and the massive bulge put on display by the tight pants.

“Mr. Watts… Barry…” – Judge García said, hesitantly – “I’m sorry I’ve met you in such circumstances. Unfortunately we have very little time until the hearing, and then I’ll probably never see you again, so I’ll have to be blunt and brutally honest. You don’t look like you are easily shocked or offended, anyway…”

The Judge stood up and walked closer to Barry. “Since I met you yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking of you, you’re so… blatantly sexy, you’re an icon of masculinity, and frankly I have to restrain myself not to grope your pecs and take a handful of your enticing bulge. My guess is that you’re… into men, aren’t you?”

Barry stiffened. Sure enough, he was pleased to have hit the Judge so deeply, and he found his stocked Mexican body, his thick manly moustache and his bright smile very hot; but still he was the Judge of his trial. Was Judge García asking to trade his decision for sex? And if so, Barry asked himself, was he ready to bend to the Judge’s lustful desires, not to jeopardize his chances to get free? In other circumstances, Barry would’ve been more than glad to fuck the confident, powerful Judge to oblivion, but García was trying to force him against his will, abusing his power, and this made Barry’s anger flare.

“No, wait, it’s not like you think” – Judge García hastened to add, noticing Barry’s frown – “You must know that I already decided your case and passed it to the bailiff. You’re a free man, we just have to formalize your release at the hearing. Whatever your answer, this won’t change.”

Barry calmed down and giggled, thinking that he had… misjudged the judge. “So, Your Honour, you’re not forcing me in any way?” – Barry said and the Judge shook his head, serious: “You’re free to go anytime, and at the hearing I will declare you innocent in any case.”

“I confess I’ve never met a judge as hot as you” – Barry said with an enticing grin – “but I’ve been almost a week in jail, and I can’t think to anything else but going back home. You may have noticed the gorgeous guys sitting in the gallery behind me: they’re my buddies, and I don’t want to hurt them messing with you. I’m sorry, but temping as it is, I have to decline your offer, Your Honour.”

“Damn…” – the Judge exclaimed, disappointed – “OK, it was worth a try. I’ll see you in minutes in the courtroom, and you’ll soon be free to go. Now go, please” – he added with a sly smile – “as I find hard to keep my hands off of you!”

 

~ Why not? ~

 “Well, if it’s just a matter to put your hands on me” – Barry said seductively, moving closer to the Judge – “just touching won’t cause any harm…”

Judge García flashed a rascal glance at Barry and hesitantly extended a hand to lightly brush the exposed hairy chest. Barry didn’t back off, and the Judge slid his hand deeper under the shirt, playing with the body hair and feeling the bulging pecs. His fingers reached for Barry’s nipple and pinched it sensually, eliciting a low groan of pleasure.

The other hand moved down to Barry’s crotch and groped the huge manhood hidden into the trousers, tracing the thick meat on the stretch fabric. “Fuck… What a body… What a man…” – Judge García murmured, while his hands roamed Barry’s masculine features. Barry basked in the pleasure of being worshipped that way; he noticed that García’s hands didn’t reach for his ass and thought that, after all, the stocky Judge could’ve been a good match for him, in other circumstances.

The judge’s hands were eager and expert, and soon Barry felt so horny he couldn’t think straight any more. “Aww… what the fuck…” – he growled, quickly unbuttoning his pants – “A blowjob won’t hurt anyone, right?”

García gasped, seeing for the first time Barry’s oversize cock and instantly fell on his knees: “Fuck, so much cock and so little time…” – the Judge murmured, engulfing the entire throbbing rod with his mouth, with a single deep thrust of his head. Berry felt his manhood slide effortlessly down García’s expert throat, and started moaning, as the hurried, feverish blowjob was making his body feel on fire.

“Wait… please slow down…” – Barry murmured, washed away by the waves of intense, almost merciless pleasure radiating from his roughly manhandled cock. García recoiled for a moment, and faking an authoritarian tone hissed: “Do I have to remind you who’s the judge and who’s the defendant? I’m going to do to you whatever I want, and you won’t utter a single sound. Not a single sound!”

Then he went back on munching with even greater passion on the throbbing meat. Barry shut his mouth, as ordered, and had a hard time keeping it shut, feeling swept away by the rushed, intense massage García was giving him using his hands, lips and throat all at once. All too quickly, a sudden, forceful climax exploded in his groin, and Barry had to bite the back of his own hand not to howl his pleasure. It all happened too fast, he had been subjected to such an expert, powerful stimulation that he almost lost his balance when his cock thickened and exploded in a massive, mind-blowing… and silent ejaculation.

Shot after powerful shot, Barry spurted all his manly juice down García’s throat, putting a great effort in not uttering a single sound; and it could’ve been a wonderful, blissful experience… but he felt sick. He felt forced, he felt… milked like a cow: not a sexy male in his prime satisfying his most primal urge, but a mere object of pleasure into García’s hands.

When the last drop of semen had been gulped down by the Judge, Barry recoiled, panting, and hastily put his spent cock back into his pants. García stood up and stepped back with obvious reluctancy: “We better go… Thanks, man. You’re hot as hell… Too bad I won’t see you again…”

Barry flashed a faint smile, and in his voice there was a mix of lust and resentment when he replied: “Who knows? I’ve ever wondered what judges wear under their black robe…”.  And then turned around and went out, to be escorted to the courtroom.

 

~ Back to the Cove ~

Minutes later, when Judge García said aloud from his high bench: “Bartholomew Roland Watts… Barry… I hereby declare you innocent of all the charges, you’re free to go!” a deafening ovation exploded among the guys of the Cove, who rushed to hug Barry and congratulate to him.

Before going away, Barry glanced at the Judge, who was smiling at him from afar, and whispered something at Beau’s ear. Beau turned around and asked formally: “Your Honour, may we approach the bench?” and at the Judge’s consent, he and Barry got closer to García. “Sir, we’ll be honoured to have you at dinner, on Sunday evening, at Maison de la Motte” – Beau said politely – “It’s the solitary mansion at the northern skirts of the town. How’s seven o’clock? Black tie.”

“…Which means be dressed like penguins!” – Barry added, laughing – “Will you come, Your Honour? You are quite popular among my friends, especially the youngsters….”

“Thank you so much! I will surely come” – Judge García replied, excited for the unexpected invite – “I will dust off my formal suit!”

“And bring your robe, too…!” – Barry added with a wink.

Beau and Barry joined the rowdy bunch waiting for them out of the courtroom, and in a little while they all were back to the Cove, crowding the living room.

“Fuck, it’s good to be at home again!” – Barry sighed, sprawling on an armchair – “It’s been tough staying away from you all this long…”. He was sincere, his words were nothing but friendly, but he absentmindedly adjusted his junk into the tight trousers, and suddenly the simple phrase got a totally different meaning, raising laughter and lewd comments.

“We should’ve come visit you…” – Kale said with a guilty expression, but Beau intervened: “You know it was not possible, Kale. And Barry knows it, too. I had to be registered as his brother!”

“So what? We all could’ve been registered as his brothers!” – Kale insisted, and the tension in the room became palpable. 

“We all, you say?” – Jorell said, giggling – “If I went there claiming to be Barry’s brother I would’ve probably met Barry… in his cell!”

Everybody laughed at Jorell’s joke, and Barry said: “I didn’t need to see you there, to know how in pain you were for me, buddies. Besides, I was not alone, I had company! More than I liked, actually…”

The boys were excited and scared and asked many questions to Barry: “Who were your fellow inmates?”, “Did they kill someone?”, “Have you become friend with a murderer?”

Barry took a deep sigh and smiled at the eager expression of the boys. “The first days I was in a cell with three thugs, two American and a Cuban; I don’t know what they were in for and I didn’t ask them: they weren’t very friendly…”

Brennan’s imagination flared, as his knowledge of prisons was basically non-existent, based only on porn magazines and videos, and asked excited: “Sir, did you fuck them? Did you force them to submit to your cock? It would be so hot!!”

“No, Brennan, it’s not hot” – Barry replied with a tense tone – “Rapes do happen in prison, quite often, but there’s nothing hot in a prison rape, it’s the most horrible thing you can imagine. I know we often play, here at the Cove, and if you want to play a fantasy about prisons and being ‘raped’ by an inmate, then go for it. But always know that it’s just fantasy: reality, unfortunately, it’s not that funny. It’s… not funny at all.”

Beau was the only one to know about what happened in prison to Barry; he remembered way too well Barry’s suffering glance while he related about Jorge’s rape, and the fear in his eyes to have contracted a disease, and quickly tried to steer the conversation to a more pleasurable subject: “But then you met a very nice guy, didn’t you? Wade, is it?”

Barry’s eyes instantly sparkled and his tense smirk distended into a serene smile: “Wade, right. Such a nice young guy! And very cute, too!” – he added, winking at the boys, who urged him to tell everything about Wade. “He’s from Iowa, barely legal, he came here to California to visit her girlfriend… and probably merry her, as she’s pregnant. He was arrested because a friend gave him a bag containing drugs, but I’m more than sure that he didn’t know anything about that. Such an innocent, naïve guy…”

“Wade saved me, I’m not joking” – Barry continued, with a faraway look – “If I didn’t have him with me I would’ve gone nuts. Staying locked in a cell, without anything to do, can kill a man like me…”

 

~ Tales of grief and love ~

Barry adjusted again his junk, and everyone in the room guessed that getting bored was the last of Barry’s problems, forced to stay away from his buddies and from the many chances to have sex that he constantly had at the Cove. Once more, it was Brennan who broached the subject, but this time with a sensibility that made Barry smile: “It was hard for you not having sex, wasn’t it, sir? I mean, you have such a… wild fire in you, sir! It’s… cruel!”

“Brennan, my sweet boy, thank you for feeling for me. I won’t tell you lies: it was hard, and sometimes the word ‘cruel’ flashed in my mind, too. But I was lucky, I was not… alone, and in the worst moments, I got some… help.”

“Wade, sir??” – Rick asked, surprised – “But… isn’t he straight? You said he’s going to merry his girlfriend!”

“Yes, he’s straight, truly straight. You know I never go wrong in such matters. But like I said, he’s an exceptional guy, he wasn’t afraid to experiment, and we occasionally did… borrowing his words… ‘something gay’. No, Brennan, you can stop wearing that eager face, I won’t tell you in detail what we did, I owe him. All you have to know is that I saved him when we shared the cell with those dangerous thugs, and he saved me when we shared a two-men cell. We both did all it took, selflessly, to give each other the help we badly needed. Wade is a wonderful guy, generous, innocent…”

Alex’ eyes widened: “Look at you, Barry! If you didn’t tell us he’s straight, I would think you found yourself a boy…”

“He would be my boy, if he wasn’t straight.” – Barry confirmed, serious – “I know your story, Alex. I know how you met Charlie and the irrepressible urge you felt back then, to protect him, to save him from a hideous abuse [5]: believe me, buddy, I felt the very same urge, I was ready to do anything to save him… and I did.”

There was an intense exchange of glances between Alex and Barry, as they both, in identical situations, took the same decision, undergoing an abject and humiliating treatment, because it was the right thing to do.

Stewart was particularly touched by Barry’s enthusiastic description of Wade and asked: “Will we meet him? He will surely come visit us when out of jail!”

“I don’t think so. I actually hope he won’t. He has his life to live, a girl to marry and a kid to raise. He doesn’t need me, I would be a… distraction for him, I don’t want to lead him astray from what’s really important for him. Sterling must have Wade’s phone number, but I didn’t ask for it, as I won’t call him. Hopefully, one day he’ll come here to show me the photos of his beautiful family, his house in Iowa, his dog. All I know is that I won’t ever forget him… and I’m pretty sure he won’t ever forget me.”

Barry then stood up and said: “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to rest. I need to… reconnect with life. It’s been less than a week, but it was tough…”

Kale looked at Barry turning around to go away, and spotted a tired, straining glare in his eyes and jumped on his feet: “I’m coming with you, Barry.”

They went upstairs to Barry’s room, and when alone Kale said in a tender voice: “Do you feel to… lighten your heart, telling me what happened there?”

Barry didn’t reply, and went to the window, to look outside, at Main Street, so full of people at that time of the morning. He felt two loving arms around him, and smiled faintly: “I love you, man” – Barry murmured, still looking down at the crowded street.

“Look at those people, Kale” – the worker said with straining voice – “They look so happy… And they are, for sure, because… because they don’t know. They know nothing about sleeping with one eye open to watch your back with the inmates. They don’t know how hard is to keep safe a kid, a young innocent kid, in that horrible place. And they never experienced the horror, the disgust of being… violated in your intimacy, to be forced against your will to do with a stranger, a violent thug, what should be an act of love…”

“Barry… you…” – Kale murmured, with wet eyes, suddenly understanding what really happened in that cell. 

Barry turned around and held Kale tight, clinging to him like a lifebelt. He buried his face into the counselor’s neck and, at long last, he let out all the tension that piled up into him during those days. Protecting Wade, submitting to Jorge, living day after day cruelly restrained in a cell, putting a lid over his overactive sexuality, took a great toll on him. But now he was at home, he was into the arms of a man he loved and who could understand him, and he let out all his tension in halting, irrepressible silent sobs.

There were no tears in his eyes, but his shoulders shook hard, and he held Kale even tighter, while cleansing his soul of all the violence, the hate, the disgust, the horror he had to bear since his arrest.

It took him a while to let everything out, and Kale held him tenderly, in silence, knowing that words were useless, in that moment. Only when Barry recoiled and looked straight at him, Kale said softly: “Welcome back…” and gave him the sweetest kiss ever.

 

That evening, when Barry went downstairs to join his buddies for dinner, everybody knew he was truly back. He exchanged lewd jokes with Stewart and Alex, as usual; and an unmistakable sparkle of fiery lust made his eyes shine… this too, as usual.

What was unusual, was the intense and excited exchange of whispers and covert winks between the boys…

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