The Cove

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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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 and leads to a weird three-way between Kale, Gladys and Gerry. Rowan feels inadequate for Gerry, and looks for reassurance into Barry's arms, but this causes a fight between Gerry and Barry, who later on find a common ground (rough sex!) to settle their quarrel.
Barry is arrested and put in jail, where he ties a strong bond with 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. Gerry takes other steps in his journey into man-sex, sucking Alex' cock for the first time and then making love to Brennan.
Jorell reveals to Kale 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, and the traces lead to the infamous San Quentin Prison. There, Jorell finds out how unexpectedly caring and understanding was his father, who unfortunately died in prison.
LaShawn meets Joshua, the supposedly straight jet pilot, and gently brings the uptight and repressed guy into the frightening and delightful world of man-love; and while the brave pilot then dies in a plane crash, LaShawn knows for sure that he died in peace with himself.

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Synopsys

Brennan can finally prove himself riding Jorell's cock. At the military infirmary, Wahkan's conditions are critical, and LaShawn risks his own life to save him. Then the boys discover that the military doctor has an inclination to kinky sex, and Wahkan gives him more than he could ever ask for...

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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 11-20 (PDF with bookmarks)
~ Book 03: Chapters 21-24 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 24 – SELFLESS GIVING ≈

 

~ A wet dream ~

It was the middle of the night and Brennan was lying in Jorell’s bed, ashamed to have had a wet dream; while sleeping, he’d ground his hips on Jorell’s leg and had even wetted his thigh with his boyish juice, waking up the man.

Jorell propped himself on an elbow and looked down at the boy’s worried face: “I’m not angry…” – he said in a soothing tone, flashing a knowing smile – “but I bet it was a very hot dream, and I’m dying to know all about it. Will you tell me, kid? But first, get rid of those drenched briefs…”

Brennan quickly tore away his underwear, using them to wipe the jizz making his groin sticky, and dropped them to the floor. “It was so strange, sir… I was with LaShawn, Chayton and Charlie, on this very bed, and they were teasing me, caressing my body, tickling my nipples and even sucking my cock. I was terribly excited, and wanted to be fucked by them all, and I told them, but they just kept playing with me, making me writhe for the pleasure but denying me to go all the way. LaShawn, at some point, started fingering my ass, loosening it more and more, until he said to the others: ‘He’s ready’, withdrawing his fingers.”

“Charlie sat on the bed and made me lay on him, with my back on his groin, and held tight my arms, immobilizing me; at the same time, Chayton and LaShawn took hold of my legs, one each, and held them up and apart, making my hole open up and holding me in such a vulnerable position. I felt a bit scared, but horny as hell, too!”

“And then you came into the room, sir” – Brennan continued, looking at Jorell with excited eyes – “and I saw you were completely naked and… hard, sir. Your cock was a frightful vision, so long and thick and… black! But its sight ignited a fire inside me, and I wanted to be fucked by you with every fiber of my being.”

“You knelt on the bed, pointing the head of your cock to my hole, and said: ‘Now we’ll see how good a gille-tòine you are, kid, because few people can take my cock, and no one could ever take it all, ball deep’. With those words, you started pushing you cock inside me, and at first it was wonderful, but it was impossibly long, and I got a bit scared, because I couldn’t move, immobilized as I was by my friends. I felt a pang of pain and I gasped loud, but you didn’t stop and told me: ‘You’re special, kid. I know you can take it: you are the one!”

“Your words made me relax, and with a final mighty push you shoved the last inches of your beast inside my hole, and I felt so… full of cock that I couldn’t restrain myself, and came like a fountain…”

Brennan lowered his eyes, embarrassed. “And that was when I… wetted your leg, sir” – he concluded, looking at Jorell’s leg covered by the bedsheets; and suddenly he gasped with excitement, because next to the leg he could clearly spot Jorell’s wondrous cock, half-hard, making a tent under the sheets.

“Fuck, it was a hot dream indeed…” – Jorell said, slowly tearing the bedsheets away, revealing his twitching black cock – “Your tale excited me quite a lot… So, in your dream you took it all, ball deep, on your first attempt? Only LaShawn could do that, so far, and it wasn’t a walk in the park… [1]. And still today, he’s the only one who can ride the entire length of my cock…”

“I can, too. I’m sure I can.” – Brennan stated, confidently.

“It was just a dream, kid. Trust me, taking this…” – Jorell said, grabbing with a hand the base of his cock, making it sway like a club – “…it’s not easy at all.”

Brennan flashed a lustful grin and bent his legs over his chest: “There’s only one way to know, sir…”

If ever Jorell needed some encouragement, Brennan’s little puckered hole, so blatantly splayed in front of his eyes, clinched it. The man took some lubricant from the nightstand and thoroughly greased his long cock, then took position behind Brennan, but his expression was uncertain: “Do you really want it, kid? I can stop, if you changed your mind.”

“Please, fuck me, sir…” – the boy replied, submissively, and then gasped softly, when the big cock head plopped inside his chute, forcing open his elastic anal ring. He stood there, lying on his back, with his eyes closed, savoring the slow penetration. He was totally confident that he could take all the thirteen inches of stiff black meat! After all, he once took Barry’s cock, as thick as a can of beer, in one swift thrust; and Beau’s cock was more than ten inches long. He was a good gille-tòine, had trained well his hole, and sure enough he….”

“AAH!” – Brennan yelled, taken aback by a sudden a pang of pain coming from inside him; he soon kept himself in check and reassured Jorell: “I’m fine, sir, don’t worry, I’m… nnnhh… I’m fine!”

Jorell wasn’t stupid, he knew well how dangerous a weapon he had between his legs, and suddenly froze, giving time to Brennan to get used to his length. When he saw the boy relax, he started pushing again, another inch, and then another, until Brennan stiffened again, holding his breath.

The man stopped again, restraining his lust with a visible effort, as the boy’s hole was warm and tight, and had put a fire in his loin. But in long years of self-denial, wearing a constraining pouch [2], Jorell had learnt how to exert a steely control over his manhood. For nothing in the world he’d ever hurt Brennan.

“How do you feel, kid?” – he asked to Brennan, concerned.

“I feel bad, sir… I feel like shit…” – the boy replied with a contrite expression, and when Jorell shot him an alarmed glance, Brennan hastened to explain: “I feel bad because I wanted you to take pleasure over me, to give free rein to your lust, but I’m forcing you to restrain yourself… You’re a man, sir, and it’s cruel to force a man to restrain his powerful instincts this way. I… I’m so sorry sir. I’m not much of a gille-tòine, after all…”

 

~ Jorell’s naked truth ~

“Don’t say, so, kid. You’re giving me a great pleasure, and you’ll give me much more. If this is your limit, it’s definitively remarkable” – Jorell said, as the boy had taken about two-thirds of the long snake inside him.

“Oh, no, sir!” – Brennan exclaimed – “This is not my limit! I only wished to take your cock all at once, in one thrust, like in my dream… I swear I can take it all, sir! Try me! Push it in, all the way!”

Jorell, tentatively, pushed in another inch, and Brennan didn’t yell or whine, he just uttered a low moan; so, the man pushed harder, until he felt his own groin pressing on the boy buttocks. “Aaaaggh… Nnnghh… Yes! Yes!” – Brennan exclaimed, with a smirk of pain on his face, but an elated tone – “Thank you, sir… Thank you for being so gentle with me… But now fuck me, sir, please! Fuck me hard! Let me give you the pleasure you crave for…”

Jorell started pumping his hips back and forth, with long strokes, pulling his cock almost out and then easing it in again; at first he was cautious, continuously checking the boy for possible signs of distress, but soon realized that Brennan was in heaven, and his black monster became a piston. At each powerful thrust, Brennan uttered a short whine, but there was no pain in his voice: he felt ecstatic and proud, now that he’d been broken in by Jorell’s humongous rod.

“Don’t restrain yourself, sir…” – Brennan begged – “Don’t restrain yourself anymore! Fuck me to your heart’s content! Everything you want from me, I will give you sir!”

“Everything, you say?” – Jorell growled, slamming hard his hips on the boy’s buns, like he could do only with LaShawn – “I’ve already taken you tight hole, all of it, but I want more… and you will give me!”

Jorell curled his big black hand around Brennan’s stiff dick and started stroking it in earnest, making the boy gasp and buck, putting a herculean effort not to cum. “I won’t cum before you, sir…! NNNGGHH!! A good boy waits for his man to cum first… Awwww….!”

“No need to wait, kid! Ooohh… Here it comes! FFFUUUCKK!”

Jorell shoved his cock one last time inside the boy’s hole, deeper than ever, and flooded his fundaments with his manly cream, while Brennan totally lost control of himself and moaned loud his pleasure, shooting all the boy juice his young balls could provide.

When the orgasm subsided, Brennan looked up at Jorell with eyes full of such an intense affection, thankfulness and devotion that the man couldn’t help but smile tenderly: “You’re exceptional, kid…” – Jorell murmured – “It’s so hard for me to really give free rein to my desire, but you let me do it. Thank you, Brennan, you’re… very special.”

Brennan beamed with pride and sighed contented: he knew that Jorell would’ve been a hard step in his path to become the perfect gille-tòine he longed to be, and sensed he’d passed the test with flying colors.

“Next time I will take all of you inside me with one single thrust, sir…” – he said, confidently, expecting a praise, but Jorell laughed out loud: “You’re already planning the next time! Fuck, you’ll wear me out, if I’m not careful!”

They both laughed, laying on the bed, panting. After a brief silence, Brennan asked: “May I ask you a question, sir? A personal question…”

“I’d say we’re quite… intimate by now, kid. What do you want to know?”

“How does it feel to have such a… wondrous cock, sir? I’m… well… average, I guess, and sometimes I dream of having a cock as big as yours…”

Jorell rolled on his back, with a pensive expression, and replied: “It’s not as wonderful as it seems. Oh, don’t get me wrong: if I have to choose between an oversize cock and a tiny prick, I’d have no doubts; but still it’s a… bulky presence in my life.”

They giggled at Jorell’s pun and then the man explained: “People who know about my endowment never forget it while we talk, when we meet, when we spend time together, men and women alike. Even straight men: they may not be interested, sexually, to my cock, but there’s always a tension, a sort of competitiveness. And I recently discovered that my father, who was even more hung than me, had a great share of problems in jail, because of his oversize cock. The other men wanted to… punish him, sort of, for something he didn’t even choose to have.”

“You know what happened at Rice-Duncan Mansion, many years ago, don’t you?” – Jorell asked, and when Brennan nodded, he continued: “If I had a… normal cock, back then, Sir Finley wouldn’t have ordered me to hurt Jordan… I hated myself, back then, and I hated my cock for years, I didn’t want it, I restrained and humiliated my manhood until… I realized that I was hurting LaShawn. His sincere passion made me put things under the right perspective. I’m still a bit self-conscious, when it comes to my cock, but I’m glad to be this hung, if it can make guys like you and LaShawn happy.”

Brennan placed again his head on Jorell’s massive chest and said: “You are a wonderful man, sir. A wonderful man with a wonderful cock… I may not have an oversize cock, but who cares, if I can have yours, sir? If… If you want it, too, of course…”

Jorell giggled, switching off the light. “Now sleep, kid… Hopefully, tomorrow LaShawn may be able to call me, and if he does, I’ll tell him not to worry for me, as there is a very special boy, here, who takes good care of me…”

 

~ Critical conditions ~

LaShawn didn’t call the next day. The Air Force base where they had been brought after the rescue was in a secluded area, and all the communications went through the military network; there was no way to phone home.

And anyway, LaShawn and Chayton were too worried about Wahkan to think to anything else.

The night before, the helo squad had rescued them from an impervious cliff in the Uinta Mountains and hospitalized them in the small infirmary at the Air Force base near Lake Atwood. When the squad had found them, Wahkan was barely alive, and now, the next morning, he still had not woken up.

The medical officer came to the infirmary for the morning inspection, and the boys anxiously asked about Wahkan’s health state.

“He’s lost a lot of blood” – The doctor replied – “I really don’t know how he could walk so long and take care of you, in such a hard environment and with such a deep wound. The good news is that the wound is not infected, but Mr. Wahkan’s conditions are critical nevertheless. I’ve stopped the hemorrhage and hydrated him, but I can’t do anything more, as we don’t keep blood supplies, here.”

“We can give him our blood, can’t we, doctor?” – Chayton exclaimed, with a hopeful glance, and LaShawn added: “Yes, sir! We’d do anything to save him!”

“It’s not that easy.” – the officer replied – “The first thing I tried, as soon as the patient arrived here, was to check his blood type, in order to ask to some airmen to donate their blood; but Mr. Wahkan has the rarest blood type, zero-negative, and no one at the base has a compatible blood type.”

“What about us? Do we have a compatible blood type?” – Chayton insisted, and the doctor shook his head: “LaShawn is zero-negative, but I can’t draw blood from him…”

“Why not? I’m perfectly healthy!” – LaShawn said, with passion.

“You’re not, LaShawn. When you arrived here, last night, you and Chayton were seriously dehydrated and physically debilitated; you’ve walked for two days in a cold environment, eating only a couple energy bars. It will take a week until you are healthy enough to donate your blood. If you do it now, it would be too risky. Besides, Wahkan would need at least six units of blood to fully recover; three units are the minimum to grant his survival, but you can’t give three units of blood.”

“But Wahkan may be dead, in a week!” – LaShawn exclaimed, with a streak of desperation in his voice – “Sir, this is not the moment for following the medical protocols to the T! I understand that it’s risky for me, but I want you to draw three units of blood from me and give them to Wahkan.”

The doctor stood silent for a moment, and then, reluctantly, said: “One unit, no more.”

“Two.” – LaShawn insisted – “With two units there are good chance he will survive, right? I’m legal, I can sign a formal consent, if you need it. You must do that, sir!”

“Uhm… OK. I advise you against doing it, though.” – the officer said, nervously – “Sit on that chair…”

LaShawn sat on the padded armchair pointed by the doctor and tried to relax. Truth to be told, he was terrified by needles, but just a glance at Wahkan, lying in a bed nearby, was enough for him to find all the courage he needed. The doctor came back with a large needle connected to a plastic tube, and a transparent bag. He connected the tube to the bag and hung the bag to the chair.

“You ready, LaShawn? I’ll try to be as gentle as possible”

LaShawn nodded and smiled faintly, thinking that he would’ve rather have a baseball bat shoved into his ass, rather than that needle shoved in his arm, but when he felt the pang of pain coming from his arm he bravely didn’t utter a single sound.

The blood started flowing slowly into the transparent bag, drip by drip, and LaShawn looked away, because the sight of blood (especially his own!) always made him feel sick.

“It won’t take long” – the doctor said, standing up – “Chayton, you stay with your friend. I’m in the adjacent room: when the bag is full, come call me. And at the slightest sign of distress from LaShawn you alert me. The slightest sign, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir!” – Chayton promptly replied. The doctor went away and Chayton sat next to LaShawn, looking at him with loving eyes: “Buddy… I can’t put in words how grateful I am for what you’re doing… You’re saving Wahkan’s life, and… mine, because if Wahkan dies I… I’d just…”

Chayton voice cracked and LaShawn placed a hand on his boyfriend’s leg: “Everything will be fine, Chay, I’m more than sure of it. Wahkan will get his blood and will soon wake up. We won’t let anything bad happen to him, after what he did for us.”

They both had wet eyes, and sure enough they were scared by Wahkan’s critical conditions, but they found into each other’s eyes the strength to go on and not to lose hope.

“Are you still OK?” – Chayton asked after several minutes, realizing that the bag was almost full. “Yes, I’m fine, don’t worry” – LaShawn replied with a tired smile, ignoring the slight dizziness he was feeling – “Go call the doctor to change the bag”.

Chayton called the doctor and he came back to LaShawn, detached the bag from the plastic tube, and took a new bag from a drawer next to him. He connected the bag to the tube and the blood started flowing again.

“Chayton” – the officer said seriously – “Check your friend all the time. You know what to do if there is something wrong, right? No stunts, boy, we’re not playing here, LaShawn is taking a big risk giving a second unit of blood. I’m in the other room.”

He went away and Chayton shot a worried glance at LaShawn: “Are you sure you’re fine? You seem a little pale… if ‘pale’ is the right term for a black guy!”

LaShawn giggled, and joked: “For your people I’m a ‘white man’, remember? I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong with my… paleface!”

Chayton smiled, but didn’t laugh: he knew that it was hard for LaShawn.

When the second bag was almost full, LaShawn looked straight at Chayton, with an extremely serious expression and said: “Buddy… I need you to do something without questioning. Take an empty bag from the drawer over there and replace the full one. You’ve seen the doctor doing it. Quick!”

Chayton shook his head, worried, and LaShawn said: “Wahkan was there when we needed him. Now he needs us”. That clinched it, and Chayton quickly followed the instructions and replaced the full bag with an empty one; then he sat down, next to LaShawn, checking him with anxious eyes.

LaShawn was already feeling very dizzy at the end of the second bag, and now he felt his skin slowly getting covered with beads of sweat. He started shivering, but did his best to keep a serene expression, knowing that Chayton wouldn’t let him go as far as he wanted to. When he felt he was about to faint, he asked with a casual tone to Chayton to go to get a bottle of water from the machine on the upper floor.

“I’ll be fine…” – LaShawn lied – “Now go, and when you’re back, we’ll call the doctor.”

As soon as LaShawn heard the door closing behind Chayton, LaShawn sighed and slowly drifted into the darkness.

 

~ Blood ties ~

When LaShawn opened his eyes it was night, and the first thing he saw was the medical officer’s irate gaze watching down on him.

“I should lock you into the brig, boy!” – the doctor hissed, angrily – “You suffered for a severe shock for the excessive loss of blood, your pressure dropped to extremely dangerous levels. It’s a miracle you’re still alive. I told you not to pull stunts! Can you understand what would’ve happened to me if you died??”

“I’m sorry, sir. But you clearly don’t understand what would’ve happened to us if Wahkan died. I’m just a boy who lived almost his entire life on the streets, but Wahkan… Wahkan is the pride of his people, a wise man who can give so much to so many people! He almost gave his life to save us, I couldn’t be any less.”

“And do you think I would’ve risked my life to save a worthless street boy?” – came a voice from LaShawn’s side.

“Wahkan! You’re awake!” – both boys exclaimed, and Chayton ran to hug him lovingly. They exchanged an intense glance, one of those mysterious glances that they used to silently reveal to each other their deepest feelings, and then Wahkan turned again to LaShawn and looked at him with sheer affection and utmost respect.

“I don’t know if you’re really aware of what you’ve done today… and what it means to me. Your blood, your vital essence, is now running through my veins, mixing with mine. This is a lifetime bond, a blood tie that will bind the two of us forever, and I’m truly honored to be bound to a brave young man such as you.”

Wahkan’s expression became serious: “Never, never again I want you to say you’re a worthless street boy. You are the pride of your people, LaShawn, and I… I couldn’t have forgiven myself if something bad happened to you. There is a thin line between courage and recklessness, between selflessness and self-harm, and you dangerously walked over that thin line today. But I can only thank you from the bottom of my heart for being so daring. The Spirits watched your risky steps. And mine, too.”

“You all have been lucky” – the doctor grunted, still angry – “And you, boy, now will stay in your bed for the next 24 hours, got it? If I find you out of your bed for any reason other than going to the bathroom, I swear I’ll restrain you to the bed frame!”

“It doesn’t sound much like a punishment being restrained, at the mercy of a handsome stud such as you, Lt. Steven… Sexton!” – LaShawn replied, seductively, reading the doc’s name on his badge; he pronounced the doc’s family name with such an alluring and enticing tone that the doctor’s eyes widened.

“LaShawn!” – Chayton gasped, sure that the doctor would’ve been outraged by such a daring comment, and he actually was… apparently, at least: “Watch your mouth, kid…” – the medical officer hissed, a bit taken aback, while a slight flush lit up his cheeks. If still there was any doubt that LaShawn had hit the mark with him, it was totally dispelled by the haste with which he turned around and disappeared behind his office door.

“I’m glad to see you’re fine, LaShawn…” – Wahkan said seriously, without turning to look at the boy – “but don’t even think what you’re thinking of. He’s off-limits, and you have to rest.”

“Sir, I was only playing with him…” – LaShawn replied – “I was pissed off because he’d been rude. He plays the macho part, but I’ve seen how he touched and looked at you when you were unconscious: it wasn’t totally… professional.”

“If looking at me and touching me gave him some thrills” – Wahkan replied – “I’m glad I could unknowingly do something for him, after what he did for me. He has all my gratitude.”

“Of course, sir… Sorry sir…” – LaShawn said with a contrite expression, suddenly feeling guilty for having mocked the doctor that way, hitting him on a soft spot. But then he turned to Chayton with a knowing smile and added: “He’s a fuckin’ hot stud, anyway, isn’t him?”

Chayton giggled: “Wahkan was right, you definitely feel better! But now you should rest…” – he then added, leaning over LaShawn to give him a tender kiss – “I’ll be here, when you wake up.”

 

~ Medical routine ~

LaShawn didn’t sleep much, as he wasn’t tired; he actually felt good and full of energy. He opened his eyes and looked at Chayton, lying on the bed next to him, and was about to say something when he heard muffled voices coming from the doctor’s office.

He noticed a large air vent closed by a thick grate, almost at floor level, and silently got off the bed and went inspecting it. Peeking through the holes of the grate, he could cast his gaze into the adjacent office, where the doctor was talking to a younger airman. Excited, LaShawn gestured to Chayton to come see, but in silence, as to not wake up Wahkan.

The two boys lay on the floor, on their stomachs, and peeked with amused and excited eyes through the grate. The airman was a hot gingerbread, clearly younger than the doctor, and had a full head of red hair. The many freckles on his face made him look even younger than his age.

“You must be Sgt. Leery, right?” – the doctor said, putting out his hand – “I’m Lt. Sexton, medical officer of the base. You’ve been assigned here recently…”

“Two weeks ago, sir.” – the airman replied – “I’ve been told to report to you for some… routine tests…?”

“Correct. All the members of the base undergo these tests. Please strip to your underwear and stand still.”

The airman took off his uniform, revealing a chiseled physique. The boys eagerly scanned the toned body, admiring the defined hairless pecs and the thick red treasure trail disappearing into the low-rise elastic underpants. While LaShawn concentrated on the big bulge on the front, trying to guess the size and shape of the hefty cock nested inside, Chayton looked with greedy eyes the sculpted buttocks, clearly honed with countless grueling squats.

The doctor thoroughly palpated the guy, with professional attitude, but it seemed to the boys that the doctor’s hands lingered a bit too much around the nipples and the inner thighs. For sure, the examination seemed quite intimate to the airman, who started breathing harder.

“OK, Sergeant, you can now remove the underwear and climb on the examination bed, on all four.”

“On… all four, sir?” – the guy replied, dubious, pulling away his underpants and showing off a remarkable manhood crowned by a thick bush of red pubic hair.

“Yes, please. I have to check your prostate.”

While the airman took position on the examination bed, revealing an enticing puckered hole surrounded by a small tuft of reddish curls, the doctor put on the latex gloves and poured a good amount of lubricant on his index and middle fingers.

LaShawn turned to Chayton, surprised and excited, silently gesturing: “Two fingers?”. Chayton flashed a knowing grin and focused again on the examination bed. The guy looked a bit anxious, or maybe embarrassed, and when the doctor came closer, asked: “Sir, shouldn’t I lay down on my side? I always had my prostate checked this way…”

“This position is more… effective” – Sexton curtly replied, and started smearing the gel over the tight virgin hole. Then, with a total lack of care for the patient, he shoved his two greased fingers into the protesting hole, as deep as he could.

“Ouch!” – the airman screamed – “Fuck, doc, are you going to pop my cherry?”

“This is not the way to address a superior, Sergeant!” – the doc replied, shoving his fingers even deeper – “I didn’t know they assigned us a sissy! It’s just a simple exam, take it like a man!”

Sgt. Leery instantly shut his mouth and did his best to endure the rough manhandling of his sensitive virgin chute. But apparently the discomfort didn’t last long, because soon the boys admired with wide eyes the guy’s cock getting stiffer and leaking a bit of pre-cum.

When his erection was impossible to hide, the redhead turned hesitantly to the doctor and murmured: “I’m sorry, sir… I don’t know… I can’t…”

“It’s all in the norm” – the doc reassured him – “I was expecting such a physical reaction. Besides…” – he added, reaching out to the stiff cock with his other gloved hand – “…I need to take a sample of your seminal fluid.”

The boys, peeking through the grate, had no doubt whatsoever that the doctor’s moves were anything but professional: with one hand slowly stroking the Sergeant’s stiff cock and the other ravaging his ass, relentlessly crushing his prostate, Sexton was clearly satisfying his own lust… while granting quite a great pleasure to his ‘patient’, in the process.

“Nnnngghh… Ah! Sir… Is this… Aww…!!” – the guy moaned, unable to resist to the exquisite ministration, but mortified for what he considered an inappropriate reaction to a medical exam. But as the exam went on, Sgt. Leery started thinking that it was a very weird way to check a man’s prostate, and that the doctor was actually having fun milking him and finger-fucking his ass.

“Doc… Sir… Please stop… This can’t be the right way… Nnngghh…!” – he objected, feeling dangerously close to his climax, but willing to fight as much as he could his instinct. Being milked in such a demeaning position, by a man who was lustfully shoving his thick fingers into his virgin ass was just… just… gosh, it was just wonderful!

«It can’t be this good!» – the airman thought, shaking his head and holding his breath, climbing to peaks of pleasure that he’d never explored with his girls. He felt his groin stiffen like never before and gasped: “It’s too much… Doc, it’s too much… Aahh… AAAARRGGHHH!!!”

His cock, forcefully held downwards by the doctor’s determined grip, pointing to a little glass plate, throbbed hard and shot a plume of man juice, soon followed by many others. The experienced doctor viciously pressed his fingers on the prostate in sync with the anal contractions, forcing out even more semen at each shot. The redhead gasped for air, trying to keep his position on all four while he spasmed uncontrollably, under the sexual storm that was numbing his mind and shaking his body.

Slowly, the contractions stopped and Sgt. Leery bowed his head, panting hard. Sexton withdrew his fingers and used a sterile cloth to thoroughly clean the guy’s ass and cock. He put away the glass dish containing the collected sperm and then turned around, feigning to check some papers on his desk. “Ok, you can get dressed, now.” – he said with professional tone, as if nothing… unusual had just happened – “Sorry for the discomfort, Sergeant, I know the semen collection is an unpleasant exam.”

“Was it… a medical exam, sir?” – Leery asked, a bit ashamed for the mind-blowing pleasure that the… procedure caused him.

“An exam. Of course. What else?” – the doctor replied, with almost an annoyed expression – “But unpleasant as it is, it’s an important test that must done on a regular basis.”

“On… a regular basis, sir?”

“Once a month it’s mandatory” – the doctor replied with casual tone – “but if you really care for your health, you should undergo this procedure every other week. Your choice. When should I schedule your next appointment? In a month or two weeks?”

“Uhm… err… Two weeks, sir” – the guy replied, blushing bright red – “if… if it’s not too much trouble for you, sir…”

“Trouble? No, not at all…” – Sexton replied, flashing a half-smile and making eye contact with the airman – “OK, Sergeant, dismissed! See you next time!”

The redhead went away and LaShawn whispered to Chayton: “Fuck, it’s been hot! I’m so hard that I’d probably need one of the doc’s special treatments…”

“Down, boy…” – Chayton replied, standing up and helping LaShawn on his feet – “I’m horny, too, but we’re not going to put on a show here. This is a military base, not the Cove, better lay low. It’s late, let’s go to bed… each one in his own bed, that is!”

“Tyrant!” – LaShawn grunted, with a lustful glance; and before heading to his bed he gave a churning kiss to Chayton… just to give him a taste of his own medicine.

 

~ Paying respects ~

During the next four days, Wahkan felt better and better, and LaShawn was happy for him, but he missed Jorell very much. He asked the doctor to make a phone call, but he refused, ‘for security reasons’, and LaShawn was utterly pissed off.

But then, one day, the Commander of the base came visiting them, to see how they were doing, and LaShawn pleaded with him so much that in the end he let him call Jorell from his office, using his private line. It was an intense, heart-to-heart talk, and when LaShawn hung up, he thanked the Commander with wet eyes.

That evening, the Commander came again to the infirmary with a grave expression: “My men have located the wrecked plane; they recovered the flight recorder and the body of the pilot. He’s in the chapel, if you want to pay him your respects.”

They all, including Wahkan walking on crutches, went to the chapel, and they saw a grey sealed plastic case placed near the small altar. “Josh…” – LaShawn murmured, walking to the anonymous casket. He placed a hand on the hard surface and turned to the Commander: “Would it be possible to look at him one last time?”

“No, kid…” – the Commander replied – “Four days in the wild weren’t merciful on him. You’d better remember him as you’ve seen him last time…”

Wahkan got closer and said to LaShawn with a faint smile: “His four-day journey to the Spirits’ house has ended. He’s not here anymore, he walked on, but he still lives in our hearts.”

They stood few more minutes in silence, in the small chapel, and then they walked back to the infirmary. When there, the Commander said to Wahkan: “Lt. Sexton confirmed that you are now healthy enough to travel. Tomorrow morning we’ll bring you all back to Oxnard. Your friend Stewart and Mr. Rice-Duncan had been alerted of your arrival and are taking the needed arrangements to take you home and give a proper burial to the deceased.”

When the Commander went away, Wahkan sat on the bed, feeling a bit tired. “You’d better rest, sir, you’re still weak” – Chayton said, anxious, but Wahkan shook his head: “I’ll rest in a moment, but there’s something important I wanted to do since I opened my eyes…”

He stood up and went to LaShawn: “I haven’t properly expressed my gratitude for what you’ve done for me…” – he said in a serious tone – “You risked your life to save me, and this is something I’ll never forget.”

LaShawn shyly replied: “I didn’t do anything special, I just…” – but he stopped talking when Wahkan, with great difficulty, bent a leg and knelt in front of him, bowed his head and said with a solemn voice: “I’m devoted to you, LaShawn.”

“Sir… Please… You really don’t have to…” – LaShawn muttered, deeply touched and honored by Wahkan’s unexpected gesture. He quickly helped him on his feet, and his eyes widened even more when Wahkan untied the necklace with the darkened bear claw and tied it around LaShawn’s neck. “Since you faced the Death to save me” – Wahkan said to an astonished LaShawn – “you have any right to wear this necklace. Wear it proudly. I honor you, Wanikiya, The Savior.”

Chayton, who knew well how important was that gift and how meaningful was being assigned a Sioux name, beamed with happiness and hugged LaShawn tight. Wahkan sat again on the bed and said: “Tomorrow morning, before leaving, we should properly thank the doctor for all he’s done for us…”

“Yes… but…” – LaShawn objected – “…but he’s also been very rude to us! And he’s also… quite unprofessional sometimes. Not only with you, sir, when he looked at your naked body and touched you while unconscious, but also with other guys!”

Wahkan asked for explanations, and the boys told him what they saw through the grate, when the doctor masturbated the embarrassed Sgt. Leery. “And while it’s true that in the end the Sergeant apparently appreciated the ‘treatment’” – LaShawn concluded – “he looked so mortified while the doctor manhandled his most private parts that way!”

“Uhm…” – Wahkan said pensively, with an amused grin – “So, our doctor lusts for me and likes to ‘force’ guys into something that in the end they find pleasurable… Well, I think that tomorrow morning I’ll say goodbye to him in a very special way…”

He refused to say anything more and lay on the bed: “Now go to sleep, you two. Tomorrow will be a tiring day…”

 

~ Goodbye, doc! ~

The day after, early in the morning, they collected their few belongings and waited in the infirmary for someone to pick them up. When they heard noises coming from the doctor’s office, Wahkan stood up and said: “Wait here while I properly… say goodbye to the doctor.”

Wahkan went to the adjacent room and the boys, after a brief exchange of glances, threw themselves on the floor to peek through the grate. Inside the office, Wahkan was shaking hands with Lt. Sexton.

“Thank you so much for what you’ve done for us, Lieutenant” – Wahkan said, looking straight into the man’s eyes – “I wish I could do something in return…”

“I only did my job” – Sexton replied, feeling a bit intimidated by Wahkan’s intense glance. He tried to avert his gaze, but found out he couldn’t. He felt like Wahkan’s eyes were digging deep inside him, exposing his deepest desires and unconfessed dreams.

Wahkan’s eyes flashed with a fiery glare, and the doctor, still holding his hand, started feeling a warmth rising into him, a rush of sexual desire, and his mind filled with overlapping but extremely detailed images of Wahkan’s naked body, his wide hairless chest, his powerful legs, and his long cock.

Sexton lost track of time and space, and suddenly found himself in a vortex of lust and pleasure. He felt like he was making love with Wahkan, but not in a physical way: he felt joined to the powerful Sioux much more intimately and intensely than he’d ever experienced making love with anyone.

It was like he and Wahkan were fucking each other at the same time; every single inch of his skin and every ounce of his flesh writhed with exquisite pleasure, at such a mind-blowing level that it was almost unbearable. He felt caught into a hurricane of sex, sensuality and erotic tension, an elemental force he just couldn’t fight. He stopped resisting and surrendered himself totally into the hands and the eyes of that powerful, mysterious man.

“Now.” – Wahkan said, still holding the doctor’s hand, and the airman leaned back, steading himself on the desk, and with a low, guttural sound let the wreaking climax explode into his groin. Subjugated by Wahkan’s gaze, Sexton came like a fire hose, and his throbbing cock flooded his underwear with countless shots of man juice that drenched the trousers and dripped down to the legs.

Gasping for air, Sexton kept looking into Wahkan’s eyes and gave him all he had to give, all his manly seed, all his sexual pleasure, everything. He felt drained and exhausted, but the powerful Sioux was commanding him to go on cumming, and he could do nothing but being washed away by wave after endless wave of pleasure.

And then, suddenly everything stopped.

When the doctor could control again his body and mind, he realized that he was still shaking hands with Wahkan, who was saying with a casual tone: “Thanks again for everything, Lieutenant. Goodbye.”

“G… Goodbye…” – Sexton replied, unable to even understand what happened, nor if it lasted one hour or one second. His trousers, drenched with an incredible amount of sperm, and his heart racing only added to his puzzlement.

In reality, the whole ordeal had lasted no more than a couple minutes, and in those two endless minutes the boys kept looking with rapt eyes the hunky doctor trembling and spasming, and then creaming his pants with gallons of sperm. When they saw Wahkan heading to the connecting door, the boys leaped on their feet, not to be spotted; but Wahkan flashed a knowing grin and said with affection: “Come, it’s time to go back home.”

 

~ Oxnard ~

Few hours later, Wahkan and the boys climbed down the military plane that brought them back to California; when they set foot on the small runway of Oxnard Airport, they immediately spotted Beau waiting for them out of the arrivals hall. Chayton and LaShawn, who could move faster, ran to him and hugged him with joyful enthusiasm.

“Sir! It’s so good to be back!” “We missed you so much!” – the boy exclaimed, giving him a long hug, unwilling to let him go. In the meantime, Wahkan had come closer, walking with some difficulties.  Beau looked at him in silence for a moment and then threw his arms around him, holding him so tight that Wahkan almost couldn’t breathe. Wahkan, though usually not incline to such expressions of affection, reciprocated the hug, and was very surprised when he felt Beau’s body shaken by restrained sobs.

“There have been times when I feared to have lost you…” – Beau murmured, still clinging to his friend, and then took a deep breath and recoiled, with a shy grin: “I’m sorry, I’m not this emotional, usually…”

“You definitely aren’t…” – Wahkan replied with a surprised smile – “…but your sincere affection touches my heart. I’m here, now, safe and sound: the Spirits have been benevolent to us.”

“But not to all of you…” – Beau said gravely, looking in the distance at the military plane, where Joshua’s casket was being unloaded.

“Have you organized a mourning, a service of some sort?” – Wahkan asked, and Beau shook his head: “No, I contacted the family in Pennsylvania, and they asked to send Joshua there. They will grant him proper burial. They’re very religious, you know.”

“I’m sure you decided for the better.” – Wahkan replied – “He will be dearly missed.”

“Definitely.” – Beau replied, leading the way to the parking lot, where his huge Bentley Silver Spur was waiting – “When I knew you were coming back, for a brief moment I thought to send the limousine… but I soon realized that Joshua wasn’t here to drive it. I know, it’s stupid, but that was the moment when I fully realized that I wouldn’t see him again. Sooner or later I’ll hire another pilot and chauffeur, but… no one will ever take Joshua’s place…”

The half-an-hour trip home was very quiet, as no one felt to talk. “I can’t wait to be back home” – Wahkan said at some point, breaking the silence – “I’m not only physically tired, I also feel… emotionally drained. I just want to relax and fall back into the Cove’s comforting routine.”

 

Beau shot an inscrutable glance to Wahkan and replied with an amused tone: “Routine? No more emotions? I’m not sure I can grant it…!”

“What you mean?” – Wahkan asked, curious. Beau felt Wahkan’s inquisitive eyes over him and averted his gaze, not to let his friend read his deepest thoughts, and quizzically replied: “Something’s going to happen at the Cove…”

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