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 jail, a strong bond is tied between Barry and Wade, a barely legal straight boy. At his trial, Barry makes the hot Judge Ricardo Garcia fall for him.
With Kale's help, Laniakea learns how liberating is voicing (or even screaming) his pleasure and reveals to have been raped by two homophobic guys, back home.
Jorell, too, has a confession for Kale: he reveals that his father walked out on him when he was seventeen and never heard from him since.

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Synopsys

Several members of the Cove are involved in the search for Jorell's father; Beau and Brennan go and review the old documents at Maison de la Motte, where Beau's teenage memories intertwine with his present desires. Alex and Gerry team up in the search... and end teaming up in something else, too! Barry asks Judge Garcìa for help and the Judge asks for something in return.

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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 11-18 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 18 – COLD CASE ≈

 

~ Storm ~

The loud crash of a thunder broke the quietness of the Cove. Kale was climbing to the attic and sped up, as he loved the attic when it was raining: the ample windows on the walls and on the slanted roof made him feel the thrill of being inside the storm, but with the sense of safety that the solid, sturdy house gave him.

His heart fluttered, as usual, when he heard the sweet “Entrez!” coming from inside. Beau was sitting on his small dining table, enjoying his mid-morning snack, that lately was nothing more than half a grapefruit and an espresso.

“Good morning, Beauregard!” – Kale said with a wide smile – “On diet again?”

Beau shrugged his shoulder, with a guilty expression: “I should give up on the mid-morning snack altogether…”. Beau’s face distended into a playful smile and he added: “Gluttony is what I have to forgive myself for; but what am I going to forgive you for, Kale? When you use my full name, I know there’s something I won’t like coming…”

“Remind me to never play poker with you…” – Kale laughed, and then became more serious: “What do you know about Rice-Duncan Mansion after you moved to France?”

The subject definitely wasn’t one of Beau’s favorites, but he flashed a faint smile: “Not much. I received only one long letter from Paul, the chauffeur. I told you about him, he was the old man running that ramshackle movie theatre near the Mall, he died few months ago [1]. He loved me like a son and my departure saddened him very much.”

“Paul wrote me that after Jordan’s death many members of the staff left the Mansion: the butler Herbert, Paul himself with his sister Hanna, the housekeeper; and also the waiter, the valet and two of the maids. The only people who stayed with my father were the cook, one maid and Joe… Jorell, who in the meantime had taken his father’s job as a gardener.”

“What happened to Jorell’s father?” – Kale asked, and Beau shrugged his shoulders: “Lee? I only know that he left the Mansion abruptly, without prior notice, leaving behind his son Jorell. I always thought he was no good.”

“Was Lee his full name?” – Kale inquired, and Beau frowned: “His name was Leighton; the family name should be Simmons, I guess, the same as Jorell’s. But why do you want to know?”

“Because I want to do something for Jorell. He told me about his father, and I could see he’s still very hurt for having been abandoned. It’s a subject he clearly doesn’t want to talk about, and I don’t want to give him false hopes, but… I think we should do some researches, try and understand what happened. Maybe what you and Jorell think is true, and his father abandoned him because he was a bad person and didn’t care about his son; but I’m not that sure…”

“But it’s been more than fifteen years ago!” – Beau objected and Kale insisted: “A man can’t disappear in the thin air like that. We all leave traces! But your father didn’t do anything to search for him, and I feel it’s about time someone does something for Jorell. Please, Beau, I can’t do it alone, I need your help…”

“It’s Jorell who needs our help, and I swear I’ll do whatever in my power to find Lee, or at least news about him. This is the Cove, we don’t turn our back to one of us. And we can start searching right away… Brennan!” – he called – “Will you please come here for a moment?”

Brennan immediately opened the connecting door: “Here I am, sir!” – he exclaimed, always happy to be with his handsome master – “May I help you? Command me… in all things, sir…”

“Stop there, kid!” – Beau laughed, recognizing LaCour’s usual expression to offer his… special services – “Do they teach this phrase at the school for butlers and valets? No, no, we don’t need anything like that, kid. I only have a question for you: what happened to the butler’s books and accounts when Rice-Duncan Mansion was renovated, becoming Maison de la Motte? Did you throw them away?”

“Oh, no, sir!” – Brennan exclaimed – “They’re the… history of the house, they’re precious! No one of the staff can touch or read them, only the butler and the master can! I gave them to LaCour, of course, being the new butler; but he said that they should’ve been buried, along with the house’s past, so I… buried them into the wall safe, in the butler’s study.”

“You’re such a good boy, Brennan! You always do the right thing! Except, you’re not a valet, in Maison de la Motte: you’re my boy, and therefore you’re the Master too, just like me.”

“Yes, but… may I remain a valet, sir?” – Brennan asked with pleading eyes – “After all, there are no valets at Maison de la Motte, and in case a guest needs… er… my services, I’d gladly provide them! You know, helping the guest undress, running his bath and… er… the such!”

“You naughty kid!” – Beau laughed out loud – “I know what ‘services’ you’re talking about! I enjoyed them very much during Kale’s absence [2]. But I’m not that sure you’re such a good valet, after all…” – he added with a mischievous smirk; he stood up and quickly pushed Brennan on the bed, gesturing to Kale to join them, and said to the boy, sprawled on the mattress: “Can you serve two guests at once?”

“I’ll try, sir…” – Brennan replied with an excited smile, stripping naked with hurried hands. Beau and Kale followed suit, joining the boy on the bed… and for the next hour their squeals of pleasure and loud moans echoed in the Cove’s corridors, overcoming the rumble of the thunders.

 

~ The investigation begins ~

When the room was quiet again, and they could catch their breath, Beau said with an excited tone: “No time to roll in the bed, kid! We’re on a mission!”, and pulled Brennan under the shower.

About an hour later they were waiting, under the pouring rain, in front of the main door of Maison de la Motte. LaCour opened the door and said with a polite smile: “Bonjour, messieurs!”; Beau was about to ask him to speak in English when Brennan replied in French, with some difficulties: “Merci, La Cour! Nous sommes… moulé!”

“Are we… molded?” – Beau laughed, surprised and very pleased that Brennan was studying French; LaCour came to Brennan’s rescue: “The young sir surely meant mouillé, Sir: soaked. The weather is unusually wet today, isn’t it? The tea will be ready in ten minutes, if you fancy a cup to warm up.”

“Later, LaCour” – Beau said, entering the house and giving the raincoat to the butler – “We’re on a mission, you know: I need to examine the old books and the house documents held by Herbert, the former butler. Can you help us?”

“Of course, sir, this way” – LaCour replied, and led the way to his study. He quickly opened the wall safe, took out a huge dusty dossier and placed it on the desk. “This is all Mr. Brennan found during the house renovation, Sir. If you need something else, command me…”

“No! Don’t say it!” – Beau exclaimed with an amused smile, pointing at Brennan – “I’m with a… particularly excitable kid, and I need him focused on our job. Now it would be a perfect time for that tea…”

“Very well, Sir” – LaCour said politely, but with a hint of audacity in his eyes, and quickly disappeared along the dark corridors of the Maison.

Beau and Brennan divided the papers between them and started examining them, and they went on for almost two hours. Beau appreciated the precision of Herbert’s accounts and the details he included for each payment and purchase, but couldn’t find anything regarding Lee, Jorell’s father.

He only found out that one day the old pickup truck had been deleted from the house’s possessions and moved to a page of its own, followed by weekly deductions, each one with the word “Joe” next to it.

“Look Brennan, it seems like Joe… Jorell had to repay the missing truck with his weekly wage. But the amount deducted is way greater than the truck’s value…”

Brennan raised his eyes and said, in a very doubtful tone: “Maybe your father didn’t realize that the truck had been repaid in full…”

Beau smiled with infinite tenderness, veiled with a dull sorrow: “You’re such a good-hearted boy, Brennan. You could find something good even in the Devil himself… Have you found anything interesting?”

“Now that you mention that truck” – Brennan replied, excited, browsing the papers – “I’ve seen… where is it… here! It’s a copy of a theft report regarding that truck. Sir Rice-Duncan… I mean your father, not you, of course… reported it stolen at the town Police Precinct, on the same day Herbert deleted it from the house’s possessions.”

“Wonderful! We got a lead!” – Beau exclaimed, taking the report – “Please, wait for me here, Brennan; I need to go to the restroom for a moment, I’ll be back soon and then we’ll go back to the Cove.”

He rushed to the main bathroom, on the first floor, but found the housekeeper painstakingly wiping the floor. “Dawson!” – Beau exclaimed – “Is there a problem? Why the floor is flooded with water?”

“I’m sorry, Sir, we had a pipe breakage. Lawrence, the handyman, worked on it for hours. Now it’s fixed, but the bathroom, unfortunately, is still unusable. If you need it, you can use the staff bathroom upstairs. I’m terribly sorry, Sir…”

“No need to be sorry, Dawson. Accidents happen all the time, especially in an old house such as this one. I will go upstairs.”

 

~ Teen age memories ~

Beau climbed to the attic and opened the door of the staff bathroom. He heard the water of the shower running and raised his eyes; in a stall clearly visible from the door, Lawrence was taking a shower to clean himself after the grueling work he had done with the broken pipe.

The handyman was looking away and wasn’t aware that Beau had entered the bathroom, nor that he was staring at him with wide eyes. Lawrence had a massive, muscular body, and his chest was covered by a thick felt of blond hair; his glutes seemed carved in marble, and his bearded jaws were squared and solid.

Lawrence was quite an enticing sight, and Beau’s eyes were riveted on him, but his mind was elsewhere, in Scotland, at Applecross House, where he was spending a long-ago summer. He was sixteen, his hormones were raging, and he loved to peek at the resident handyman, Romeo, while showering. He wasn’t blond like Lawrence, but he was just as muscular and hairy: he was a gorgeous specimen of pure Italian meat, dark-haired, tanned and as manly as can be.

Beau knew well that peeking at Romeo under the shower was dangerous: a year earlier, when he was fifteen, his father spotted him and became furious, he called him gille-tòine and threatened him to whip him; but his youthful hormones and his attraction to men were stronger than the fear he felt. He just became much more cautious.

He usually hid in a dark corner of the bathroom and admired the showering stud without being noticed, but that day he was too excited, and he accidentally made some noise. Romeo turned around and spotted him. He closed the tap and took a towel, moving towards Beau, who held his breath, sure that the man, outraged, would’ve called for his father.

But Romeo didn’t seem upset, he rather looked at young Beau with lustful eyes. His big hands moved to his naked crotch and started massaging his hefty member with slow strokes, bringing it to a massive erection, while looking straight at the boy.

Beau was like hypnotized; with trembling hands he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, along with his briefs, revealing his stiff dick. Following Romeo’s example, Beau started jacking off, very slowly, because he was already on the verge of an explosive orgasm.

A palpable sexual tension fluttered in the bathroom. Romeo knew that he couldn’t touch the boy, as he was underage and the master’s son; but Beau’s ardent attraction made him bolder, and went on jacking off with a lascivious glare in his eyes.

“Tell me what you’d like to do to me, boy…” – he growled in his thick Italian accent, and Beau instantly let go of his own dick, dangerously close to lose his load. “I would like to touch your cock” – Beau replied with a feeble voice – “and massage it up and down…”

“And would you lick my cock? Take it in your mouth?”

Beau nodded excited, and Romeo said: “Then show me. Kneel down. No, stay there, we can’t get closer, but show me how you would suck my big cock…”

The boy fell on his knees, closed his eyes and opened his mouth, like he once did with Jordan, at Rice-Duncan Mansion. “Ahh.. yes… Good boy, suck it… Put two fingers into your mouth and suck it like you would do with my meat…”

Beau raised a hand and slowly intruded two fingers into his mouth, and started sucking them greedily, lapping them all around and then pursing his lips tight around them.

“You’re making me feel good, boy…” – Romeo growled – “But a man needs more… Tell me, boy, would you take my cock into your ass?”

“Yes…” – Beau murmured with an almost inaudible voice, feeling his heart race. Romeo flashed a lewd grin and said: “Show me, boy. Open your legs for me, show me your tiny hole…”

Beau tore off his pants and briefs and lay on his back, on the cold bathroom floor, resting his head on the wall; he raised his legs in the air and parted them, giving to the Italian stallion a clear view of his almost hairless hole. “Cazzo, you’re so hot, kid… But my cock is very big, it will hurt when I shove it into your tight, tender hole, you know it, don’t you, boy?”

“I don’t care…” – Beau replied, like in trance, unable to avert his gaze from the stud’s hands, one wanking his veiny cock, and the other one brushing his wide chest and pinching his nipples.

“Then do it, boy” – Romeo commanded – “Shove your fingers into your tight hole. Hard. It will hurt, but you won’t scream, boy, got it? Do it now!”

Beau roughly shoved his wet fingers into his ass, clenching his teeth and hissing. He pushed his fingers deep into his tender, inexperienced hole, forcing open the tight anal ring, uncaring of the discomfort and the occasional pangs of pain he felt: in his fantasy, Romeo was fucking him, was venting on him his irrepressible Mediterranean lust, shoving his cock deep into his ass, and he welcomed the rough treatment with growing desire.

“Touch yourself…” – Romeo said after a while – “I’m about to cum, I’m about to breed you, boy, and I want you to show me how much you want it…”

Beau went on shoving his fingers into his anus, while with the other hand he started stroking his cock, breathing heavily and keeping his eyes locked to Romeo’s. “Ahh… You’re… you’re so sexy, sir…” – Beau groaned under his breath – “I can’t hold back… You’re making me cum… NNNGGHH!!”

“Here it comes, boy…!” – Romeo growled, stiffening, in the throes of a long-awaited pleasure – “Si! Cazzo, SI!”

Both Beau and Romeo were shaken by a mind-blowing orgasm, made even more pleasurable by the sight of each other’s writhing body and throbbing cocks. Beau felt his head spinning, while his hand went moving up and down on his stiff dick and, shot after youthful shot, his ball got drained from all his boyish juice.

Beau stood for a long moment with his eyes closed, exhausted, his head resting on the wall, until he could regain control of his body and his breath. Then he opened his eyes… and froze.

He was standing in the staff bathroom at Maison de la Motte, leaning against the tiled wall, with his hand on his crotch, that was soaked with sperm; and Lawrence, the blond handyman at Maison de la Motte, was watching him with a knowing grin on his face.

“Merde!” – Beau gasped, blushing bright red for the utter embarrassment – “I… I’m sorry… I… Oh, merde!!”

Lawrence flashed a comforting, friendly smile: “Never mind, Sir. I didn’t see anything that I haven’t dreamt of many times…”. He tied the towel around his waist and went away, leaving Beau alone.

 

~ On the trail of Lee ~

Later, on their way back to the Cove, Brennan couldn’t stay put, seeing Beau embarrassed and spotting a wet spot on his trousers. But Beau was clearly not inclined to talk about that, so Brennan just said with a casual tone: “When we’re at home, sir, be sure to button the raincoat all the way down…”

“Oh! Uhm… Thank you, kid. I… well…” – Beau replied embarrassed, and Brennan interrupted him, with a comforting smile: “It’s OK, sir. It happened to me, too. Many times…”

Beau giggled, and felt more comfortable: “Tonight I’ll tell you everything… and I bet it will happen again!”

When at the Cove, first off Beau cleaned himself and changed his clothes, and then went downstairs, to talk to Alex. He found him reading a newspaper in the living room. “Hey, buddy!” – Beau said jovially – “Say, do you still have some connections at the Police Precinct?”

“I have a whole lot of friends, there… and one enemy” – he giggled – “Why do you ask?”

“It’s something we’re trying to do for Jorell, but don’t tell him. We’re trying to find what happened to his father. He went away one day, and never came back. Jorell never got news from him, and Kale says he’s still hurt because he felt abandoned. All I know is that he went away driving an old Chevrolet 3100 pickup truck, that my father then reported stolen. Here is the copy of the report” – he concluded, handing the paper to Alex.

“Do you want me to go to the Precinct to do some researches about this truck?” – the guard asked, doubtful – “It’s been so long ago, I don’t know if in the archives I can still find something about it, or about… what’s the name?... ah, here it is: Leighton Simmons. I’ll try. I only hope that my old “friend” Harrison won’t get in my way as usual. You know how evil he can be [3], and unfortunately he’s still very powerful at the Precinct. But he’s a coward, deep inside. I’ll bring someone with me to watch my back: he won’t mess with us.”

Alex stood up with a confident smile: “Actually, I can’t wait to go there!”, and rushed upstairs to get dressed. When ready, he went down to the basement, to talk to Gerry, and found him chatting with Rowan.

“What a nice surprise!” – Gerry exclaimed with a sincere smile – “Please, take a seat, spend some time with us!”

“I actually came to ask you a favor, Gerry. Are you busy? Can you spare me a couple hours before dinner? I have to go to the Police Precinct, and there’s a total asshole there who always pisses me off, but I don’t have time to teach him a lesson. If you’re with me, he won’t mess with us, and you could also give me a hand. It’s something we’re doing for Jorell.”

“Count on me, man” – Gerry said resolutely – “Let’s go!”

The Precinct was at a short walking distance, and in no time they were there. Luckily, Harrison was not around. A good friend of Alex walked them down to the basement, where the archive was located, and pointed them to the section regarding the past decade.

Walking in front of the detention cells, also located in the basement, Alex felt a shiver down his spine, thinking back to the humiliation Harrison inflicted him, there; but soon smiled, because that was when he first met Charlie and decided to take him as his boy.

Alex and Gerry started working busily, opening the drawers of the archive and browsing the many papers and reports. It took them almost two hours to finally find something interesting.

“Look, Alex! This is the original theft report for that truck. It was reported stolen by a Finley Rice-Duncan, who claimed that his gardener Leighton Simmons took the truck that morning and never returned it. Oh! Look, it was a late-50’s Chevrolet 3100!”

“Yes, Beau mentioned the brand and model, but why are you surprised?”

“Because a vintage Chevy 3100, well restored, is worth a fortune, that’s why!” – Gerry exclaimed – “I’d like to know if they’ve found it, in the end…”

“They did!” – Alex said, reading on another paper – “Apparently, it was used in a robbery. It was confiscated and towed to the Police storage area next to the cargo port. Even if it’s still there, there won’t be much left of it, after fifteen years exposed to the weather…”

“But what does it say about the robbery? Was Jorell’s father involved?”

“Apparently, yes. He was the driver, according to this report. He was arrested, along with three other persons, on charges of robbery and… double murder? Something must’ve gone wrong during the robbery… They all were locked up in the Federal prison. Here is the exact date of the arrest. Sure enough, at the jail they have records about his detention. We’d better go back home and talk to Beau about our findings.”

They had just put back the papers and closed the drawers when an arrogant voice echoed in the basement: “Look who’s here! Have you come for more, Alex?”

“Harrison…” – Alex replied without even turning around – “Once an asshole, always an asshole…”

“Check your mouth!” – Harrison hissed, getting closer to Alex with a menacing attitude, but when Gerry stepped in, the cop stopped in his tracks – “What the fuck are you doing down here?”

“That’s none of your business!” – Alex replied with a confident tone – “I’m not afraid of you, tiny dick! And now make yourself scarce, before my buddy here and I lose our temper!”

“I’ll make you pay for this!” – Harrison yelled, with more than a hint of fear into his eyes. He turned around disdainfully and moved to go away, but before he got to the stairs, Alex said aloud: “Don’t waste your time going to arrest an underage innocent kid to rape only to piss me off: we’re going away…”

 

~ Two drenched studs ~

Harrison quickly disappeared upstairs and in few minutes Alex and Gerry were out of the Precinct. “Fuck, it’s raining again!” – Gerry growled – “We’ll get soaked until we’re at home…”

“Stop whining like my granpa!” – Alex laughed, and they both hurried back home. They entered the house using the basement door, that was the closest one, and finally found refuge into Gerry’s room. Rowan was sitting on the sofa and rushed to them: “You’re dripping wet!” – he exclaimed with a motherly tone – “Let me take a couple towels, while you take off those drenched clothes before you flood the floor!”

Gerry immediately stripped to his underwear, and when Rowan handed him the towel, he dropped the boxers, too, drying himself off with casual moves. As usual, it was natural for him undress in front of other men. But this time he smiled inwardly, knowing that Alex was watching him: as he once said to Rowan, being admired always boosts your ego, even if you’re not interested in the person watching you.

When done, he tied the towel around his waist and sat on the bed side; only then he realized that Alex was still fully dressed. “Maybe I’d better go upstairs…” – Alex said with an uncertain tone, but Rowan giggled: “No idea you were so shy, Alex! I’ll text Charlie to come down with a cloth change. Now take off those wet clothes before you get a cold. Besides” – he added with a rascal grin – “it’s been a long time since I saw you stripping, and it’s a show I wouldn’t miss for the world…”

Alex reciprocated the smile and removed his jacket and his shirt, slowly, putting on a show for Rowan. Alex knew the effect he had on the boys (Rowan was still a boy for him, and that would never change), and he undressed with languid, enticing moves. His white t-shirt, soaked wet, was clinging to his massive torso like a second skin, and Rowan sighed looking at the meaty nipples peeking through the fabric, stiff for the cold and the wetness.

The guard unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, and Rowan chocked a lustful moan, looking at Alex’ massive meat resting into the wet and almost transparent white briefs. Flashing a randy smile to Rowan, the man roughly tore away the soaked brief, making his manhood bounce free.

“Fuck…” – Gerry murmured absentmindedly, and both Rowan and Alex turned to look at him. He wasn’t even aware to have talked, but he suddenly was fully aware of his own stiff cock making a tent under his towel.

Gerry shot around an uncertain glance, silently asking for… help to Rowan, who flashed a comforting smile: “It’s fine, Daddy… Everything’s fine…”

Alex didn’t understand exactly what was going on and played by ear: “Gerry… Will you be so nice to… help me dry off?”.  Rowan handed a clean towel to Gerry and nodded him to go to Alex; while Gerry was standing up, Rowan held the towel tied around his waist and pulled it away, leaving him naked.

Gerry started toweling Alex off, starting with the face, and then moving to the shoulders, the wide hairy chest, the back, the firm mounds of his ass, the legs and, at last, the crotch. Under the pretext to dry him off, Gerry explored Alex’ body with growing excitement, and his cock got stiffer and stiffer. The erotic play was enticing for Alex, too, who slowly got hard.

 

~ Heat of the moment ~

At some point, Gerry found himself on his knees, toweling off Alex’ calves; he raised his gaze to Alex’ thick hard cock and licked nervously his lips. “Do it, Daddy…” – Rowan murmured – “I see you want it…”, and the man opened his lips and closed them around the plump head. Alex groaned softly, enjoying the tentative, inexpert lapping, and forced himself to stand still: he didn’t want to scare Gerry or break the magic of that moment.

Growing bolder, Gerry pushed his head forward and started bobbing it in earnest, while reaching for the big balls with his hands. His fingers played with the wrinkled scrotum and then dove between Alex’ thighs, until they reached the guard’s secluded portal. In the throes of his passion, Gerry munched feverishly on the hot meat and unceremoniously shoved two fingers into the tight hole, as if it was a sloppy cunt, and not a manly ass.

Alex forced himself not to hiss or groan, and accepted the discomfort that Gerry’s uncaring fingers were causing him: after all the older man was taking a much more difficult step, sucking another guy’s cock probably for the first time, and the least Alex could do was to give him free rein.

Truth to be told, the contrast between the roughness of Gerry’s fingers and the naïve tenderness of his mouth was extremely erotic for Alex, as well as seeing the aged man, whom Alex regarded as a fatherly figure, servicing his cock with such selfless passion.

“Fuck, man…” – Alex groaned – “You don’t know how good you’re making me feel…”.  He placed a hand on Gerry’s head, but restrained himself from pulling him all the way to his pubes, as he always did with the much more expert Charlie; unwilling to force Gerry in any way, he just ran his fingers through the aged man’s silver-streaked hair, and that simple intimate gesture pushed him toward the precipice.

“Buddy, I’m fit to burst…” – Alex moaned, to give Gerry time to recoil, as to not have another man’s juice pumped into his mouth. But either Gerry didn’t take his cue, or he didn’t want to back off, he went on sucking passionately on the throbbing member until Alex stiffened and instinctively clenched his fist, grabbing Gerry by his hair. “Awww…. FUUUCK!!” – Alex suddenly yelled, throwing back his head and thrusting forward his hips. His cock, firmly planted into Gerry’s mouth, erupted like a volcano, and thick ropes of manly essence flooded Gerry’s mouth.

Gerry did his very best to take the warm deluge, and tried hard to swallow it, like Rowan had done many times with him; but in the end his old self overtook his mind, and he recoiled violently, painful getting free from Alex’ grip, and started coughing and spitting the man’s seed to the floor.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry!” – he said with a defeated tone, between the coughs – “I just can’t…”

Rowan knelt next to Gerry and hugged him tight: “You’ve done much more than anyone could expect, Daddy… I’m so proud of you!”. And then gave him a deep kiss, washing away with his greedy tongue any trace of Alex’ semen still lingering into Gerry’s mouth.

When they separated, Gerry looked up at Alex, towering on him, and surprised him saying with a contrite tone: “I’m sorry, I… I wasted it. You gave me your juice and I wasted it, spitting it to the floor…”. Alex looked at the kneeling man with a great affection and respect, and pulled him up, in a powerful bear hug. “You’re such a wonderful man, buddy!” – the guard said with passion – “I’m honored to have shared this moment with you… And who cares for the waste, I have gallons of it!”

They all laughed heartily, and then Alex exclaimed: “Hey, where are my dry clothes? Weren’t you texting Charlie to come downstairs?”

“Oops!” – Rowan said with an urchin smile, raising even louder laughter – “It must’ve slipped from my mind!”

“Oh well, this is the Cove, after all…” – Alex said playfully, grabbing his wet clothes and going away, stark naked.

 

~ Further investigations ~

When Alex, now dressed again, informed Beau about what he and Gerry found out, the blond boss was excited. “Arrested? That’s why Lee didn’t come back! You two have done an excellent job! Do you think you can get the information we need from the prison?”

“No, buddy, I have no friends there, and I’m no more a cop” – Alex said with a sad tone – “I wish I could do that but…”

“Don’t worry, Alex” – Beau replied with a thankful smile – “You already did more than I should’ve asked you. And I know who can do it: Sterling. He’s a lawyer, he knows the right way to access the prison’s files. It’s not too late: I’m calling him right now to have an appointment with him tomorrow morning.”

The day after Beau went downtown, to Sterling’s office, and was welcomed by a young, handsome receptionist, who pointed him to Stewart’s personal assistant, an elegant man with a bright, infectious smile. While walking along the corridors, Beau noticed that all of Sterling’s employees were males, and most of them were young and good-looking. The most daring even shot admired glances to Beau.

“Come in, my friend!” – Sterling exclaimed when they finally got to his room – “Thank you, Oliver. Please don't send anyone through for the next half-hour. OK, Beau, what brings you here? Another friend in jail?”

“He’s not a friend, but I need to know what happened to him. His name is Leighton Simmons; he was arrested fifteen years ago…”

Beau gave to Sterling all the details, confident that he would’ve easily found the information they needed, but the lawyer frowned: “I need to be authorized by a judge, to check the prison’s records, and since I’m not Mr. Simmons’ defender, it will be hard…”

“How about Judge Ricardo A. García?” – Beau said with a sly glance – “I definitely know who could… er… convince him to sign the authorization!”

Beau took his phone and dialed a number: “Barry! Are you busy? Can you take a free hour to do something important for our friend Jorell? You’re such a nice guy, I knew I could count on you! You should pay a visit to the honorable Judge García and tell him that Sterling will go to him just before lunch with an authorization to sign. I’m sure you’ll find a way to let him know how… grateful you’d be if he signs it. Will you do it? Haha! I knew you would’ve found this task quite interesting! See you later at home, buddy!”

It actually took Barry much more than an hour. While waiting, Beau had invited Sterling for a coffee to the bar around the corner, and their lively chatting was interrupted by Beau’s phone buzzing. The short message read: “Done. Ricardo will wait for Sterling at 12.30pm.”

Barry’s texts were always short, but the dry tone of this one made Beau a little nervous. He had pressed Barry to do anything in his power to convince the judge, but he sensed that something might have gone wrong. «Ricardo?» – Beau though, feeling that calling the judge by name was a bit too… intimate. A sudden anxiety overcame Beau, who started to fear that maybe Barry had to do something he didn’t want to do, in order to get the judge’s consent.

“Sterling, I’m sorry to leave you so abruptly” – Beau said hurriedly, standing up – “but I have something urgent to take care of. Thanks for your time, and keep me informed about the prison.”

He quickly said goodbye to the lawyer and rushed to the quarry, Barry’s workplace, anxious to talk to him. He found him in the small trailer that they used as an office; as soon as Beau saw him, knew that something had pissed him off.

“Hey, Barry…” – Beau said, uncertain – “Everything okay? How did it go with the judge?”

“Mission accomplished” – Barry curtly replied – “He will sign anything Sterling will ask him.”

“Barry, I’m not dumb, there’s something that makes you nervous, and I worry that you had to do, in return, something you now regret. Damn, I shouldn’t have asked you! I feel so bad if I… well… put you in a bad situation. I know how seductive you can be, and I was sure that your smile and your sexy chest were enough to get the judge’s authorization. But now I’m quite sure you had to do something more than flashing your seducing smile and undo a couple button of your shirt…”

“Nothing that I didn’t like, Beau, don’t sweat it. Ricardo guessed how important this thing was for us, and told me clearly that he wanted to suck me off. Just that. A blowjob for a signature. He called it… ‘dough oot’ something…”

“It’s ‘do ut des’…” – Beau said, feeling sick – “It means ‘I give if you give’. Fuck! I guess it was… unpleasant, was it?”

“Naah… You know me, Beau” – Barry replied, shrugging his shoulders – “I’m always hot to trot: give me a mouth or an ass and I’m in heaven. And Ricardo is a fuckin’ hot Latino stud, under that black robe, he did wonders with that skilled mouth of his, even better than Charlie… and you know that Charlie gives the best head in town. But… dunno… I was in his power, he bossed me around, and I hate not to be in charge! ‘Hands on your back!’, ‘Don’t you dare to cum!’, he kept on hissing me, while he sucked me hard and shoved his fingers in my ass. He brought me to the verge of a mind-blowing climax, and when I was about to explode, he ordered me to stand perfectly still and not to utter the faintest sound, like I was a… sex toy, a sperm factory, not the fuckin’ stud I am!”

Beau looked at Barry with sorrow, feeling guilty to have put his buddy in a situation that turned to be worse than he thought. Barry absentmindedly lowered a hand to adjust his junk and Beau couldn’t help but noticing he was nursing a stiff hard-on. Barry followed Beau’s gaze and frowned: “If only he didn’t make me cum so hard…! It was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had… Nevertheless, he can’t go away with that! And it’s not even the first time he did it to me: he already did that before my trial! I feel… insulted, in a way!”

“You will have your chance to make thing even…” – Beau said with a rascal grin – “In a couple days we’ll have him for dinner, at Maison de la Motte, remember? I actually think that he didn’t insult only you, but the entire Cove, and the Cove will give him a lesson he won’t ever forget. He likes cock? I bet that you, Alex and Jorell will give him much more cock than he ever dreamt for, and probably more than a man can handle at once…”

Barry’s frown quickly distended into a lustful grin, listening to Beau’s words, and his hard-on grew even stiffer. “Yeah, that pompous judge will get what he deserves…” – he growled, happy to have a way to reassert his dominant masculinity over the bossy Latino stud – “While in prison I’ve learnt one or two things that may come in handy…” 

“This is the Barry I know!” – Beau replied, relieved to see his friend back to his usual positive, lustful self – “But buddy, seriously: I rely on your… masterful ability to understand what a man can or can’t get. Punish him as hard as you feel, but in a way that he’ll come for more: that will be the worst punishment for him!”

“Oh, don’t worry, he will beg for more… as soon as the soreness in his holes has gone away!” – Barry exclaimed and they both giggled, exchanging knowing glances. Beau said goodbye to Barry and went back to the Cove.  

 

He was climbing up to his attic when his phone rang. “Hi Beau, it’s Sterling. I’m coming out from the Federal prison right now, I could check their records, but they’ve been quite reticent here, I feel there’s something they don’t want me to know. Our man has been transferred many times, and I have to visit all the penitentiaries he’s been detained in, all the way up to Sacramento.”

“It will take longer than expected” – Sterling concluded – “but whatever happened to Leighton Simmons, I will find out…”

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