The Cove

In the previous chapters…

Gerry's heterosexual inclinations and his inhibitions make it hard for him having sex with Rowan, despite the sheer love he feels for him. However, a part of him longs for men's love, and at the Cove he cautiously explores his sexuality.
Kale goes to Hawaii to pay a visit to his dying father and brings back with him his young cousin Laniakea, who struggles to fully explore his sexual inclinations and find his place within the Cove.
Beau understands that he's not the wonderful and generous man he's always believed, and tries his best to overcome his limits.
The sudden appearance of Gerry's female lover causes a fuss in the Cove. Rowan feels inadequate for Gerry, and looks for reassurance into Barry's arms, but this causes a fight between Gerry and Barry, and Rowan runs away from the Cove. Gerry, terribly worried, finds consolation into Kale's arms. Barry and Gerry find a common ground (rough sex!) to settle their quarrel.
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. Immediately, the Cove starts searching for Jorell's father.
Gerry takes another step in his journey, sucking a man's cock for the first time.

Synopsys

The Cove gets ready for the upcoming formal dinner party at Maison de la Motte with Judge Garcìa. Jorell is desperate, because he's afraid not to be able to satisfy his boy's needs, but then at the party his life will take a sharp turn for the better. After dinner, Judge Garcìa, 'guilty' to have bossed Barry around, serves his... 13-inch-long sentence.

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~ Cast of Characters: the “Who’s Who” of the Cove!
~ Floor Plan of the Cove
~ Book 01: Chapters 01-10 (PDF with bookmarks)
~ Book 02: Chapters 11-19 (PDF with bookmarks)

≈ CHAPTER 19 – SURPRISE PARTY ≈

~ Party preparations ~

“You’re doing an excellent job, LaCour” – Beau said to the handsome Creole butler, looking around the lavishly furnished dining room at Maison de la Motte. The dining table was not set up, yet, of course, as the dinner was due for the next day, but the butler had already got out and polished the silverware. “How are the preparation going?”

“Tres bien, Monsieur, very well” – LaCour replied – “Chef Marco already got all the groceries he needs, and I was thinking to take a few bottles of the Château Lafite stashed away in the wine cellar. What about the bedrooms, Sir? Will some guests spend the night here?”

“You bet!” – Beau laughed – “Including our guest of honor, Judge García. But he won’t need a room of his own, if you know what I mean… I don’t know exactly how it happened, but a sort of free-for-all rule applies to this house. Expect the unexpected, LaCour! Ha ha!”

In that moment, the handyman Lawrence noisily broke into the room, wearing his customary brown overalls over his bare chest, as he often did when working alone. He stopped in his tracks, surprised and a bit embarrassed for his improper attire: “Oh! I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t know you were here… Please forgive me for being this… underdressed.”

“Never mind, Lawrence” – Beau replied with a knowing wink – “I don’t see anything that I haven’t dreamt of many times… Everything’s in good order? Is this old lady giving you troubles as usual?”

“Not at all, sir! The… old lady, as you say, is quite demanding, but I’ve come to know her needs quite well. There are a couple burnt bulbs in the chandelier that needs to be replaced, and she’ll be ready to satisfy a hoard of men! Er… with the due respect, sir.”

Beau laughed heartily and flashed a sincere smile: “It’s true, we’re a boisterous bunch and every time we come here we cause a mayhem…”

“You won’t hear me complaining, sir!”

Beau’s phone rang and he excused himself. He moved to the smoke room and sat on a comfy armchair: “Sterling, my favorite lawyer! Still on the trails of Lee Simmons?”

“I’m in San Louis Obispo right now” – Sterling replied – “I’ve just come out of the State prison. I found out why at our local Federal prison they were so reticent: apparently Mr. Simmons arrived here showing clear signs of a beatdown. He told to the infirmary that the guards beat him because he refused to… service them, if you know what I mean. He was in quite bad conditions when he arrived here.”

“The guards?” – Beau exclaimed, shocked – “They’re supposed to… guard the inmates, not harass or beat them!”

“Beau, this is not a TV movie. Life conditions in prison are harsher than you imagine. But this is not the time to raise such an issue. Anyway, our man received an appropriate sanitary treatment, but he often went back to the infirmary: according to the guards, he was a hot-headed badass and was involved in several brawls. But again, I’m not totally sure they’re telling me the truth.”

“All I know is that they got sick of him” – Sterling continued – “and sent them to San Quentin. I can’t think to a worse place to serve a sentence in. I’m going there, though I already know he won’t be there, because I know for sure that his last destination is the Folsom prison, in Sacramento. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much, Sterling” – Beau said with a sorry tone – “I guess it’s not like doing a field trip, moving from jail to jail. I don’t envy you. Talk to you soon.”

Beau hung up and looked around, the excitement for the upcoming elegant dinner suddenly vanished. He stood up with a sigh and moved to go back to the Cove.

~ A boy to take care of ~

“It will be a dream!” – LaShawn exclaimed excited, jumping on Jorell’s bed – “I love when Beau plans a party at Maison de la Motte! It’s like a magic place, and anything can happen!”

“I’m not sure to like that ‘anything’, kid!” – Jorell laughed – “You and the other boys are always a bit reckless, when you’re there. I understand that for whatever reason the rules of the Cove don’t apply when we’re there, and I don’t want to be the party crasher; but promise to be careful, especially with the staff: I know they’re very… helpful, but don’t overact.”

“I won’t be reckless, sir, don’t worry… We’ll have an important guest, and I want the two of us to be… gorgeous! We should go shopping, sir, there’s a shop near the Mall selling some wonderful suits that would fit us perfectly!”

Jorell became a bit restless and got off the bed, to look into the closet: “You know I don’t care much for elegant suits. I have this dark grey shirt that goes fine with my black trousers. I’ll ask to Beau to lend me a tie, and that’s it. And you too, kid, you have plenty of clothes in your closet: I’m sure you’ll find something suitable to wear…”

“They’re all old worn-out clothes, sir!” – LaShawn whined – “I don’t want to go to such a lavish dinner dressed like a beggar! At the shop, when I tried on that tuxedo I looked… fabulous! It doesn’t cost much, it’s less than $ 100, sir! Please, may we buy it? Please!”

“Stop it!” – Jorell shouted, slamming close the closet – “We don’t need new clothes! That’s all there is to it!”

LaShawn instantly shut his mouth and lowered his eyes. He hated when he pissed off his man with his over-the-top attitude. “Sorry, sir… I didn’t mean to make you mad. I… I’m sure I can find something suitable in my closet…”

LaShawn turned around and went to the adjacent room, and Jorell threw himself on the bed with a dark face. He didn’t want to react that bad, especially because he was the only one to blame. He didn’t have the heart to tell to LaShawn the truth, that he’d been fired. When they arrived at the Cove, Beau helped him find a good job as a gardener for an old couple living in a big villa nearby. But the husband had died, leaving the widow on a tight budget. Reluctantly, she had to give up on Jorell’s services.

That’s why, on that Friday morning, Jorell was still in bed, doing nothing, like the previous day, and the day before. He’d been searching for a new job for almost a week now, and still he could find anything. He’d spend his last money to pay the weekly rent to Beau.

Of course, he knew perfectly well that Beau would’ve helped him, financially, if he asked him; several time Beau even offered him to stay at the Cove for free, but Jorell insisted to pay a rent to contribute to the house expenses. Truth was, Jorell never forgot that once he worked for Beau’s father, and nothing could bring him to humble himself before Beau, asking for money.

But his boy was paying for his faults. How dearly Jorell would’ve bought to LaShawn that… ‘fabulous’ tux! If only he could find a new job! He’d been told that there was a wealthy family living in the country nearby that was looking for an experienced gardener, but he didn’t even have a truck…

«One thing at a time…» – Jorell thought – «For now, let’s think of the tux». He got off the bed with a determined expression. Gerry had told him that the warehouse where he worked was looking for some laborers to reorganize the storage layout; it wasn’t what Jorell was looking for, and at first he declined the offer, but he had a boy to take care of. He knew well it was a grueling job, but he was not afraid of the hard toil.

“Don’t wait for me, LaShawn!” – he shouted after he got dressed – “I’ll be late!”. And off he was.

~ Jorell’s business ~

At lunch, LaShawn frequently glanced at the empty chair next to him with an uneasy frown. Chayton noticed that his boyfriend was restless and nervous and placed a hand on his thigh: “What’s up, bud?” – he said under his breath, not to be heard by the other men – “Problems with Jorell? Where is he?”

“I don’t know…” – LaShawn replied sullenly – “We had an argument… No, the truth is that I pissed him off! I asked him to buy me some new clothing, but he said I didn’t need it, so I insisted… Chay, you know how obnoxious I can be! He got angry and shooed me away, and later on I heard him say he was going out and not to wait for him…”

“He’ll soon be back, don’t worry. Maybe he’s just gone for a long walk, to calm down.”

“Yeah, he may calm down” – LaShawn whined, with wet eyes – “but I hurt him! I know he doesn’t earn much with his job, and I stupidly asked him to spend a hundred bucks on a suit! He always provides me with anything I need… When we lived on the streets, it was hard to even rustle some food, and more than once he gave up on his part to let me eat properly! I’m… heartless!”

Kale, sitting on the opposite side of the table, watched the two guys whispering under their breath for a while, and when he noticed LaShawn’s distress, tried to chat with him: “LaShawn, do you know where is Jorell?” – he asked with a casual tone – “He never misses lunch…”

LaShawn looked like he was on the verge of crying: “I have no idea where he is, sir! And I’m worried, to tell the truth…”

Gerry was surprised to hear LaShawn’s words: “Worried? Why? I know where he is, it’s not a secret. He came to my warehouse few hours ago asking to be hired; they’re renovating the storage area and there’s an enormous amount of goods and materials to be moved by hand, a damn hard work. They asked me to help, but I’m too old for that, it’s a backbreaking labor. Jorell came saying that he needed to raise some money and they hired him. He’s still there, now, but he’ll soon be back: the work shift can’t last more than four hours, when the job is so grueling.”

Beau raised his eyes from his plate and glanced around the table: “Now that you mention it, I didn’t see him going to work lately… I found him a good job as a gardener at Rockford House, two blocks away, but I guess that after the old Rockford died, his wife fired Jorell!”

“She definitely did” – Stewart confirmed – “Jorell told me he was looking for a new job, and I told him there was a ranch, sort of, about twenty miles from the town, that was looking for an expert gardener. I wonder why he didn’t he accept that job…”

“Probably because he can’t get there, sir…” – LaShawn said shyly, unwilling to put his man to shame – “He doesn’t own a car or a truck…”

“I wish he would’ve let me help him” – Beau said, sadly – “but he never asks for anything! I understand him, and I even admire him for his desire not to rely on others, but we’re more than roommates, we’re the Cove!”

Kale, always the most sensible, objected: “We need to find a way to help him, but without hurting his pride…”

“Sir, sir!” – Brennan exclaimed, leaning to Beau’s ear. He whispered something to him, and Beau’s eyes shone with happiness: “You’re a genius, kid! And we can do even more than that!”

He jumped on his feet, leaving his lunch unfinished: “Alex, please come with me, I need you to… hatch a plan!”. While climbing upstairs with Brennan and Alex, Beau took his phone and called Sterling’s office: “Hi Oliver… Yes, I know Sterling is out of town, but I need someone to take care of a legal matter, it should be a simple task…”

Downstairs, the men and the boys exchanged puzzled glances, because no one had guessed what Beau was planning for Jorell, but Beau’s excitement made LaShawn smile, as he knew how big was his heart, and was sure that a big surprise was in store for Jorell.

LaShawn stood up and ran upstairs, happy, and went to his room to wait for Jorell, who surely was due to come back soon.

But Jorell didn’t come back at the end of the four-hour shift, nor after a second shift; it was night when he finally opened the door of his room. With hurried movements and some groans for his aching muscles, he tore away his clothes drenched of sweat and crashed exhausted on the bed, face down. 

~ Hero-worship ~

LaShawn came out from the connecting door and rushed to him: “Sir, you’re home!” – he said, climbing on the bed and placing his head on his wide back – “It’s so late… You shouldn’t have worked for so long!”

“I couldn’t pass the chance” – Jorell replied, talking into the pillow, too tired to even turn around – “It was an extremely well paid job, and I raised big money, for a single day of work. And there’s even a hundred dollar bill with your name on it, kid…”

He smiled, waiting for LaShawn’s grateful reply, but the boy didn’t say anything. He felt a wetness on his back and heard LaShawn whining: “I don’t deserve it, sir… I don’t deserve you. I threw a tantrum to buy that suit, while you had lost your job and had no money…”

“So, you know…” – Jorell murmured, ashamed, while the smile died on his face.

“Sir, we are… family, and we had a harsh time before moving here. Do you think I can’t live on a tight budget? Or with no budget at all? I don’t need a stupid tux, I want you to be fine, and you can’t be fine if you work twelve hours straight doing such a backbreaking job!”

Groaning for the pain, Jorell turned around and looked lovingly at LaShawn’s teary eyes: “And what I want is to see how… fabulous you look in that tuxedo, kid!”

LaShawn felt his heart melt and a lump in his throat, and the only answer he could give to his man was a silent one: he lowered his head and locked his lips to Jorell’s, putting in his kiss all the overwhelming love he felt in his heart.

When their lips parted, LaShawn went on kissing the man’s stubbled jaws, his cheeks, his neck; he stuck out his tongue and started lapping and licking Jorell’s skin, inhaling his manly scent.

“Kid… stop… I’ve sweated like a pig…” – Jorell murmured, but LaShawn didn’t stop: “You’ve sweated like a wonderful man who’s worked hard for his family” – LaShawn replied, licking away a bead of sweat pooling in the hollow of Jorell’s neck.

“You can’t be serious…” – Jorell objected, slowly surrendering himself to his boy’s tender ministrations – “I stink like a goat…”

“I love your odor, sir” – LaShawn said into Jorell’s chest while kissing it – “It’s the scent I smelled when we lived on the street and you hugged me to soothe my fears…”

LaShawn moved further down, kissing and licking the man’s belly button, his abs, and down to his thighs. When Jorell felt the boy’s eager hands pulling down his shorts, he said in a contrite tone: “Kid… really… I don’t have an ounce of strength left. I can’t possibly make love to you tonight…”

The boy pressed his face over Jorell’s limp black monster and inhaled deeply, enjoying the musky aroma of that powerful manhood. “You don’t have to do anything, sir. You already did more than I could possibly ask for. Relax and leave everything to me. You don’t have to get hard, you can even sleep if you feel, just let me love you and worship your body… unless you don’t like what I’m doing, sir.”

“I’m in heaven, boy, you can’t know how wonderful is staying here, basking in the pleasure of your tender kisses and caresses. It’s just… incredible that you find me sexy like this…”

“Nonsense…” – LaShawn replied, now focusing on the man’s crotch – “Haven’t you ever lusted for a man changing clothes, peeking at his limp cock? A male body is sexy even without a stiff erection…”

The boy raised with the hand the long flaccid meat to reach for the hairy balls and kissed them with passion; while his lips and tongue made love with the wrinkled scrotum, the massive limp cock rested across his whole face, from the chin to the nape of the neck.

“Ooohh… Mmmmhh…” – Jorell groaned softly, feeling pampered with such a great devotion by his boy. His initial discomfort of being unable to have an erection, worn out as he was, had long vanished in the sheer love and affection LaShawn was showing him, worshipping with passion his limp, sweated, stinking body. «He loves me the way I am…» – Jorell thought, with a contented sigh, closing his eyes and yielding his entire body to his skilled boy.

LaShawn turned around to reach Jorell’s calves and feet, and kissed them with passion; the man moaned softly and opened his eyes, focusing on the boy’s stiff cock. His big, calloused hand reached out to LaShawn’s cock and wrapped around it, to stroke it slowly.

“Ooohh, sir… Oooohhh!!” – LaShawn reacted, instinctively tilting his hips to increase the friction. The boy was in total heat, and moved back to Jorell’s cock, this time concentrating on the wide dark-pink glans. He licked it all around, lapped on it with a flat tongue and then engulfed it with his mouth.

Jorell smiled. Despite not having the strength to have an erection, or even move his aching limbs more than few inches, he could feel a great pleasure radiating from the tip of his cock, and stroked LaShawn’s dick harder.

The boy took his cue, and munched on the limp cock, now stiffening just a little bit, with greedy passion, sucking hard on the fat helmet and massaging the plump balls with his hand.

“Aaaahh… yessss…” – Jorell moaned louder – “I don’t know how you do that, kid… It’s wonderful… If I wasn’t totally worn out I could… nnnghh… I could cum like a hose… I could give you the prize you deserve for what you’re doing to me…”

“But I’m not worn out like you, sir…” – LaShawn replied with ragged breath – “and your hand… ooohhh!! Your hand feels so good…”

The boy went back making love to Jorell’s flaccid snake, rejoicing its occasional twitches, and soon realized he could hold back any more. “Mmmmhh…MMMMPHH!!” – he uttered, his mouth stuffed with black meat, while his own dick exploded in a massive, body-shaking climax.

Jorell smiled with affection, glad to have given to his boy, at least, some pleasure; he watched LaShawn’s writhing body, his hips faintly moving back and forth, his eyes shut tight in the throes of the climax… and felt a warm flow of juice running through his limp cock and pouring into his devote boy’s mouth. He couldn’t believe he could cum without even being hard! It wasn’t a proper ejaculation, anyway, it was more like a gentle, steady flow of semen pouring out of his cock. 

It was an act of pure love, rather than a bodily reaction to lustful sex, and Jorell enjoyed it more than he could imagine. He relaxed on the mattress, feeling his prostate pumping gently and his boy applying a strong suction, to ease the flow of the manly seed through the long tube of meat.

He felt the warm wetness of his boy’s juice dripping down from the side of his chest and murmured again: “I’m in heaven…”, and slowly drifted off to a restful, contented sleep.

~ Jorell's father ~

It was late in the morning when Jorell rose from his deep slumber, hearing a knock on the door. LaShawn was sleeping next to him in the same position he was last night, with his feet on the pillow and his face nested into Jorell’s crotch. Judging from the boy’s faint smile, there wasn’t a better place in the world where to rest his head.

“Come in…” – Jorell said, slurring the word, and gasped, seeing Beau in the doorframe.

The blond boss smiled with affection, looking at LaShawn: “Isn’t he lovely?” – he said under his breath, not to wake him up – “I actually envy him: I’d like sleeping like that, too! I need to have a talk with you, Jorell, but this clearly is not the right moment. Will you please come downstairs when you’re ready? Bring LaShawn, too.”

“Of course” – Jorell replied – “Just give me time for a quick shower.”

Twenty minutes later, freshly showered and wearing clean clothes, Jorell headed to the stairs, a bit worried, because it didn’t happen often that Beau asked to talk with him. LaShawn tried to soothe his anxiety, but both felt quite nervous when they landed in the living room and saw the entire Cove waiting for them.

“Have… Have I done something?” – Jorell said in a low voice – “Or maybe my boy?”

“No, nothing like that, Jorell. It is we who actually have to ask for your forgiveness, as we all moved… behind the scenes, digging in your past. Or better, in your father’s.”

“My… father?” – Jorell replied, sitting down with a deep frown on his face – “I don’t know where he is, I don’t even know if he’s dead or alive. I only know that he walked out on me, I’ve always known that for him I was just a… youthful mistake, nothing more. I wonder why he waited until I was seventeen before going away.”

“He didn’t walk out on you.” – Beau said, seriously – “He was arrested and sentenced to fifteen years for aiding in armed robbery and felony murder. That day he didn’t come back because he couldn’t… and never could later on. My lawyer, Sterling, called me this morning with the latest news. We wanted to find him, so to let you talk to him, if you wanted; but I’m sorry to inform you that your father died in jail. A couple years ago.”

Jorell looked around at the men watching him, ready to comfort him, but he realized he didn’t feel anything into his heart. He had mourned dead his father long before, surviving day by day in the barn of a decaying abandoned mansion where his father never came back to.

“Thank you, Beau, I can turn page in my life, now. It must’ve been hard for you to trace down my father…”

“Most of them helped doing it” – Beau replied, pointing to the men sitting around the living room – “and of course my lawyer. And that’s why I’m talking to you about your father. Sterling has talked to an inmate, at San Quentin, who shared his cell with your father for more than five years; he said he has many things to relate about Lee, but the only person he wants to talk to is Lee’s son: you, Jorell. I think we should go there to listen to what he has to say, but it must be your decision, it’s up to you.”

“Frankly, I’m not that interested” – Jorell replied with a dark face – “but knowing how much you all love me touches me deeply, and I can’t repay you letting all your efforts go wasted. When are we going? Not that I have a busy schedule anyway…”

“You may have it soon…” – Beau said with a quizzical smile – “Anyway, Sterling awaits us in San Quentin tomorrow. I’ll tell my pilot to keep the jet ready.”

“The… jet?” – Jorell asked, with more than a hint of anxiety.

Beau flashed a comforting smile, understanding that Jorell had never flown before: “It’ll be fun and perfectly safe, don’t worry, big boy! And you all…” – Beau added in a louder voice, looking around the room with a happy smile – “…don’t forget we have a dinner tonight! Shine at your best! Especially Barry, Alex and Jorell: I need you to take… special care of our guest, Judge García!”

There were many knowing giggles, and the group disbanded.

At around 6pm, Jorell was tying the knot of his tie in front of the mirror. “Hey, kid! You ready?” – he said aloud to LaShawn, who was getting dressed in the adjacent room – “We can’t be late!”

“Do you think it will do fine, sir?” – LaShawn replied, opening the door, and Jorell’s mouth sagged open. LaShawn was wearing a dark burgundy tuxedo with a black silk band on the waist, a sparkling white shirt and a light pink tie. The color of the fabric accentuated the beauty of his chocolate and caramel skin tone and his green eyes.

“Holy shit…” – Jorell murmured – “It’s worth every minute that I worked in that warehouse… Turn around… you’re fuckin’ sexy, kid! If I didn’t know how much that suit costs, I’d tear it off!”

Jorell scanned the young body, put on perfectly display by the tight-fitting suit, and his eyes focused on his crotch, where the fabric couldn’t hide the long shape of his cock. “Are you going commando??” – the man asked, and when LaShawn nodded, flashing a rascal grin, he had to adjust his own growing cock inside the trousers: “You’re killing me, kid! And you will kill anyone at the party! Fuck, I wish I didn’t promise to Beau to spend the night with the Judge…”

“I’ll find someone else to fuck me…” – LaShawn replied in a seductive tone, and when Jorell frowned, feeling disrespected, the boy got closer, placed a hand on Jorell’s trapped manhood and added: “…though it would hardly be considered a ‘fuck’, compared to what you do to me, sir…”

“You’re dangerous, kid, you know that?” – Jorell laughed – “When you act this way, wearing such an enticing suit, you could lure into your bed even the Pope! Now let’s go, or we’d be late!”

~ Two special guests ~

The dining room was spectacular, with the bright chandeliers hanging on the long table set up with the finest silverware and glassware. Beau, from one end of the table, raised his glass to silently pay homage to Judge García, sitting in the middle of table, and then did the same to Jorell, sitting in front of the Judge. It was not by chance that he wanted to give to Jorell pride of place, at the center of the table…

“Gentlemen…” – Beau said standing up, immediately having all the chatter trail off – “before starting the dinner, our honorable Judge García will forgive me for briefly discussing a… family matter. But it’s a matter of justice, and I’m sure our guest will appreciate. Rodgers, please!” – Beau said, gesturing to the waiter.

Rodgers came in holding a small silver tray with an envelope on it, and placed it in front of Jorell, who shot a puzzled glance at Beau. “I’m going to put an end to an injustice that began in this very house many years ago...” – Beau said looking straight at Jorell – “Open the envelope, please, Jorell.”

The black man tore the envelop and took a cashier’s check to his name; when he read the amount he frowned and shook his head: “Beau, you know that I can’t accept such a gift. And I don’t understand why you wanted to… humiliate me this way in front of the entire Cove and our guest!”

“Humiliate you? No, my friend, it’s quite the opposite” – Beau stated seriously – “I’m humbling myself in front of you, because you’ve been mistreated by my family. That’s not a gift, Jorell, I’m just giving you back what’s yours. Fifteen years ago, your father Lee… ehm… borrowed an old pickup truck that unfortunately he could never return. The man who I’m ashamed to call my father decided to charge on you, a seventeen-year-old boy, the value of the ‘stolen’ truck, forcing you to work without any wage for years. The wages my father kept in compensation exceeded by a huge amount the value of the truck. Now I’m giving you back, along with my personal plea for your forgiveness, the wages that my father unfairly retained. Together with indexation and legal interests, of course.”

Jorell was aghast: “I… I never thought… You shouldn’t really…”

“And there’s more, sir!” – Brennan exclaimed excited, standing up and running to Jorell to show him a picture on his phone. The picture showed a beautiful old-fashioned pickup truck with a shining brown and white body.

“It seems the old truck of sir Finley, the one that my father… ehm… borrowed, as Beau gracefully called what actually was a theft, no more no less.”

“It’s exactly that truck, sir!” – Brennan explained – “Or better, it’s how it will look like after the body shop finishes restoring it. It will take ten days or so, and then it will be delivered to you, sir, as it’s yours!”

“Mine? I can’t accept it, it’s a 1955 Chevrolet 3100, it’s worth a fortune nowadays!”

“Its current value is totally irrelevant, Jorell.” – Beau said – “It’s yours because you paid for it. My father charged its entire value on you and considered the truck paid in full, so it’s now yours. And I can prove it. LaCour, please!”

LaCour immediately came in, bringing the old butler’s accountant book. He opened it on the page where the butler had signed the value of the truck and the following deductions, clearly exceeding the initial value.

Jorell was gasping for air and felt his heart race. That money and that truck would’ve meant a new start for his life, taking better care of his boy’s needs, and even accepting that new job at the ranch. Nevertheless, no matter how convincing Beau’s words and documents were, Jorell didn’t miss that his friend had no responsibility for what sir Finley did fifteen years earlier: though being an act of love, that was a gift, almost charity, not a mere restitution. Especially because Jorell felt he still had many things to be forgiven for by Beau...

“Beau…” – Jorell said after a long pause – “I can’t thank you enough. Not for the money, but for the love and friendship you show me doing all this. I can’t accept your gift. I… I don’t deserve it. And no one knows better than you that I don’t deserve it.”

“We have a Judge sitting at our table…” – Beau replied with a smile, turning to Judge García – “Your Honour, would you say it’s a gift a restitution?”

“Without any reasonable doubt, it’s a restitution.” – García stated – “You don’t have to accept it, Mr. Jorell, as both the money and the truck are already legally yours. The Law states so.”

“And if you’re thinking to… any other objection” – Beau said, briefly glancing to the upper floor, where many years earlier Jordan was brutally punished – “I know well you were a victim, back then; if I really wanted to make justice, today, I’d have to multiply that money by one hundred, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“I… I really don’t know what to say, Beau…” – Jorell muttered, feeling tears stinging on the back of his eyes.

“Then let me help you…” – Beau replied, raising his glass – “To Jorell!”

“To Jorell!!” – everyone responded, raising their glasses. 

“OK, can we eat now? I’m starving!!” – Barry said aloud to overcome the cheers, and everyone burst in laughter, while the waiter started bringing in the food.

~ The Judge serves his sentence ~

When dinner was over, Beau invited everybody to join him in the smoke room for a cigar or a brandy and Barry leaned to Judge García: “Have you brought your black robe?”

The judge nodded, feeling excited for finally having the chance to be banged by Barry; moreover the overall idea to have wild sex while wearing his austere robe, the sign of his power, was extremely erotic to him: “Give me just five minutes and I’ll be ready for you…”

He went upstairs and Barry peeked into the smoke room, to wink at Alex and Jorell with a lewd grin. Five minutes later, Barry knocked on the judge’s door and went in with his two buddies.

García widened his eyes and muttered: “I… I didn’t know we would have… guests!”. His hands nervously flattened and pulled the robe as low as possible, as if he was trying to protect himself from the prying eyes of the unexpected visitors.

Jorell flashed a wide, mocking smile and pointed to the judge’s feet: “Look, buddies! I can see his naked ankles and calves! He doesn’t wear anything under his robe!”

The judge switched from foot to foot, embarrassed, and looked at Barry: “I… I didn’t know… This was for you, Barry, not for… ehm… Listen, I’m not sure I want to go on with this, it’s not what I had planned!”

“Unfortunately, Your Honor…” – Barry said, feigning a menacing attitude – “…you can’t have any say in this. When I visited you last time you humiliated me, and you let yourself be carried away by your greed for a man’s cock. You’re guilty, Your Honor, and I sentence you to get what you crave for: cock! This cock!” – Barry concluded, lowering his pants and showing off his long cock, as thick as a beer can.

“…And this, too!” – Alex added, setting free his own massive veiny meat.

 “…And THIS!” – Jorell growled, revealing his impossibly long 13-inch black monster.

“Oh, fuck… Fuck!!” – the judge gasped, faintly shaking his head, suddenly realizing that he was about to get much more than he bargained for, and sure enough much more he could possibly take. “I can’t… I can’t do it…” – he murmured, but his own cock, now at full mast, pushed under his robe in an unmistakable way.

The three men stripped naked and Barry ordered: “On your knees, Your Honor! Suck the three of us, and if you’re good at it, I will be merciful and I’ll fuck you without tearing your ass apart!”

García instantly fell on his knees and started sucking Barry’s cock with passion. Barry had already discovered, in the judge’s office, how skilled he was: he was clearly a cock-hungry slut, and Barry was now determined to test the limits of his sluttiness.

Barry went on barking his orders, until all the three cocks were hard and dripping with saliva. “Good boy!” – Barry mused – “Now stand up and bend forward; steady yourself on Alex’ shoulders!”

García did as ordered, and Barry turned around him, put a hand under the judge’s robe and unceremoniously brushed it over his inner thigh, all the way up to his ass. He shoved his thumb into the man’s hole and flashed a lustful grin: “This sloppy hole has taken many cocks, but sure enough nothing like mine…”

Barry held the back of the robe with his hand and pointed his hard, wet cock to the judge’s hole. “When you sucked me, in your office” – Barry said to García – “you ordered me to stay perfectly silent while I was having a mind-blowing orgasm. How evil! Now you will taste your own medicine: you won’t utter the faintest sound until I’ve fully impaled you!”

With these words, Barry started pushing his mighty cock into the judge hole, stretching it wider than it ever had to. García tensed, and gripped Alex’ shoulders tighter, but he didn’t say anything. Barry didn’t stop and went on pushing, without ever pausing, forcing inch after inch of thick meat into the protesting hole.

The judge leaned forward a bit more, to ease the penetration, and linked his arms around Alex’ shoulders, pressing his face against the guard’s neck. The pain radiating from his ass was hard to take, and he hugged Alex tight, finding the strength to keep his mouth sealed. At long last, he felt Barry’s pubes pressing against his ass and cried out: “Awww… Fuck! It’s thicker and harder than a nightstick!”

Barry burst in a lewd laughter: “Have you heard, Alex? The Judge, here, does not abuse his power only upon the defendants, but upon the law enforcement, too! You’ve been a cop, avenge your fellow policemen!”

“With mucho gusto!” – Alex joked, forcing García to bend down and shoving his cock all the way into his expert throat.

Alex and Barry gave free rein to their lust, and fucked hard Judge García, both ends, until he started squirming, and Barry said: “Enough. We don’t want him to cum. Not yet…”. Both cocks were withdrawn by García holes, and Barry helped him stand up, quickly tearing away his black robe.

~ To the limit ~

 “Wow…!” – Jorell and Alex exclaimed, surprised to see how fit was the judge’s body; they had guessed, from his short height and the way he filled his robe, that he must’ve been a bit overweight, but he actually looked like a stocky muscular bull, with an enticing tanned skin tone, curly body hair and a sizeable manhood, stiff as a pole. He may not be tall, but was as sexy and manly as can be.

“You’re a fuckin’ Mexican stud, Your Honor, I’ll give you that!” – Jorell said, moving in front of the judge while stroking his frightening beast – “But it won’t shorten your sentence, that is still… very, very long! Thirteen inches, to be precise. On the bed!”

García was forcefully brought to the bed and pushed down to the mattress; Barry straddled his chest and pinned down his arms, while Alex, from the side, held one of the judge’s legs up in the air, exposing his loosened hole. Jorell knelt behind the immobilized man and held up his other leg, gaining an unobstructed access to his most private recesses.

When Jorell pressed his wide helmet against his puckered hole, García gasped hard, and Barry leaned down, as if he was about to kiss the judge; but he didn’t kiss him, he just stared intensely into García’s eyes, to be sure that he wouldn’t get anything more than he could take.

“Break into him, Jorell.” – Barry said with a calm, commanding tone, looking straight at the judge. García flashed a brief grimace of pain when his already abused hole was forced open even wider than before. “Push it in to the second sphincter…” – Barry instructed, and Jorell complied, slowly easing his long cock into the tight chute, until he felt the inner muscle blocking his penetration. García flinched and held his breath, but took the slow impalement in stride.

Barry looked even more intensely at García and murmured at him, with a comforting, friendly tone: “Now it will hurt a bit, Ricardo, but you can take it. I know you can take it”. And then, louder, at Jorell: “Two more inches.”

“Ahh! Fuuuucckk!!” – García yelled, when the big intruder, with a powerful thrust, forced open his innermost portal. “Hold on!” – Barry suddenly ordered, knowing that the judge needed a moment to rest; he looked down at García, took lovingly his face in his hands and looked deep into his brown eyes. And there, at the bottom of those eyes, Barry found the answer to his silent question: “Two more inches, Jorell.”

“Aaaggh…! I can’t take it all! It’s too fucking big!” – García screamed, wiggling hard, but Barry held him still: “I won’t force you to take it all, Ricardo, don’t worry. You’re almost at your limit, and Jorell is barely halfway in…”

“I already am at my limit! I can’t take an inch more!” – the judge said with passion, but Barry flashed a knowing smile: “Jorell, one more inch.”

“No! I swear I can’t take it!” – García yelled, but Barry was adamant: “I said one more inch!”

Jorell pushed his humongous cock another inch in: in matters of sex, Barry was never wrong and Jorell trusted his friend totally. With great care, he dug further into the judge’s depths. He knew that Barry was bringing García to his limit, and for a moment was afraid to hurt him, and almost expected to hear him scream like a slayed pig, but there were no screams, just a deep sigh.

“You’re all man, and tonight you proved it to us.” – Barry praised García, still staring intensely into his eyes – “There are about three more inches of Jorell’s cock eager to join the other ten already inside your ass, but I won’t ask you to take them.”

The judge was faintly trembling for the tension. He looked at Barry and asked, uncertain: “Do you think I can take them?”

“You can.” – Barry replied – “But it must be your decision. You can take them only if you really want it with every fiber of your being, and if you stop fighting and resisting. I know it’s frightening, but if you give up to any self-protection and totally submit to Jorell, you can take all of his black snake, to the base”. García took a deep breath, looked straight at Barry and said with a firm voice: “Jorell, do it. Give me it all.”

Jorell didn’t move, waiting for Barry’s confirmation. Barry waited until he clearly felt García’s muscles relax, heard his breath slow down and saw his face distend into a calm expression. “He’s ready, Jorell. Do it.”

The stiff cock set again in motion, but Jorell didn’t feel the resistance he expected: García had completely opened up for him, allowing him to take possession of his innermost recesses, places that no cocks had ever explored. When his pubes finally pressed on García’s ass, Jorell exhaled and breathed: “Fuck… You’re a fuckin’ top-quality stud, Your Honor. But now… Barry, please, may I fuck him? I can barely control myself!”

“Give him the ride of his life, Jorell! And you, Alex, bring your wonder cock here for our guest to have another go at it!”. Feeling the black pole sliding in and out his loosened hole, García started to moan loud, but he was soon silenced by Alex’ cock.

~ A bossy Judge is broken ~

Barry was still straddling the judge’s waist, leaning down to press his torso on García’s, and his own cock was trapped between their firm groins; he started tilting his hips, making his thick meat brush against the hairy abdomens, and growled sensually: “I’m fucking your belly, Ricardo… You’re being fucked in the ass, in the throat and on the belly… And you’re loving every moment of this, aren’t you?”

“Mmmhh… yeammmhh!” – García tried to say, with his mouth full of meat, and Barry scrambled back until he felt the judge’s stiff cock brushing against his ass crack; he kept rocking his hips, fucking the judge’s lower belly like before, but now his hairy ass was giving a sensual, enticing massage to the Mexican’s sensitive glans.

“Ggghh… uucck… mmmhh!!” – were the indistinct gurgles coming from the overstuffed judge, but Barry instantly got the message: “No, Ricardo, you won’t fuck my ass. You won’t get any more pleasure than the one you can get from my ass crack…”

García did his best to move his hips, desperately trying to get some more friction, but he couldn’t. He wiggled hard and set his mouth free from Alex cock: “Let me cum!!! You all are driving me crazy, I can’t resist one moment more! Please, let m…MMPPFF!!”

He couldn’t finish his phrase because Alex had shoved again his entire cock down García’s throat; Barry was smiling wide, as he knew he had totally broken the man. Time to make him cum like never before. “Jorell.” – he simply said, and the black stud took his cue: he wrapped his big hand around the judge’s throbbing cock and massaged it, with slow strokes at first, and then at increasing pace.

García felt he was losing his mind. Thirteen inches of black meat were ravaging his ass, a long veiny cock was brutalizing his throat; Barry was fucking his belly, brushing his beer-can thick cock all over his abdomen, and a calloused hand was viciously polishing his sensitive knob. He suddenly stiffened and bucked wildly under Barry’s weight; a chocked gurgle escaped his overstretched throat and thick ropes of warm seed started splatting on Barry’s back.

Like in a chain reaction, Barry and Alex grunted loud and emptied their balls, one lubricating the judge’s hairy torso, and the other shooting his juice down his throat. Loud moans filled the room and echoed down the corridors, while the men spurted all their manly juice to the last drop.

When the orgasms subsided, Jorell pulled out, while Alex and Barry set Judge García free. They turned to Jorell, who was standing at the foot of the bed, and looked astonished at his cock, still hard as a steel bar.

“You… didn’t cum?” – Barry asked, with surprise, and Jorell smiled: “It was hard to hold back, the Judge has such a fine tight ass! But I’m not done for the night. I mean, have you seen my boy tonight? All the time flaunting his perfect ass under my nose into that new suit as tight as a glove! He can’t go away with that! I have another… punishment to administer tonight! So, if you will excuse me…”

Jorell grabbed his clothes and went out to the corridor, naked, and Alex soon followed him, leaving the judge and Barry alone, sprawled on the bed.

“We weren’t too harsh on you, uh?” – Barry asked, though he’d already read the answer on García’s blissful expression.

“You three gave me something I couldn’t even imagine… And you, Barry… you’re… Fuck, man, you should be a sex instructor or something! You knew better than myself what I could take or not! Your overly confident attitude and your overwhelming sexiness… totally blew me out, even more than the thirteen inches of Jorell’s cock!”

Barry laughed, boosted by García’s high and original praises: “A sex instructor? Ha ha! I could consider it! But I’m afraid I got a bit carried away with you, Ricardo…” – he added, lowering his tone – “In some moments I’ve been hard on you, as I wanted make you pay for what you did me at your office…”

“Oh…!” – was García’s surprised comment – “Have I done something bad to you?”

“Too fuckin’ right you did!” – Barry replied, frowning – “You forced me to stand perfectly still and in absolute silence while cumming! I hated it!”

“Hated? Why?”

Barry was not inclined to dig into his own feelings, but he wanted to get that off his chest: “I felt… humiliated, I felt like I was just a cock to milk, a sperm factory forced to give you a heartless load of fresh juice to quench your thirst. I stood still and kept my mouth shut, as per your order, but to do so I had to… tone down my orgasm, pretend I was not living one of the most intense moments in a man’s life. And it was fuckin’ intense, as you were giving me such a mind-blowing pleasure! But damn, I had to… waste such a wonderful climax!”

Ricardo looked back at Barry with a contrite expression: “I’m so sorry... I thought it was a funny game to play, the powerful judge bossing around the defendant… I really didn’t imagine it was so unpleasant for you. Forgive me, Barry. I’m not like that, I don’t… abuse my authority over anyone. Even with the court guards that occasionally make me taste their… nightsticks it’s totally consensual”. He brushed a finger over Barry’s nipple and his voice became seductive: “If I forced you to… waste a mind-blowing orgasm, I’ll give you another one whenever you want. And then another. Come to me anytime and I’d be more than glad to… serve my sentence!”

“Sounds like a plan…” – Barry murmured, now relaxed, his eyes already half closed – “Do you mind if I stay here tonight?”

“I wouldn’t want you in any other place than my bed, stud…” – Ricardo giggled happily, switching off the light.

In another room, Jorell, too, had switched off the light, after giving to his ecstatic boy LaShawn the ‘punishment’ he badly craved for. While drifting to sleep, his mind flew to the infamous San Quentin prison, where an unknown inmate was waiting to talk to him, the next day. With a grunt, Jorell turned to his side and fell asleep. 

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