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, sucking Alex' cock and then making sweet love to Brennan.
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. 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.
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.
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 though the brave pilot then dies in a plane crash, LaShawn knows for sure that he died in peace with himself. After pondering it a lot, Beau proposes to Kale: the news about the surprising marriage makes happy everyone... but Barry.
During a joyful night out with Laniakea at the Mighty Stud, Kale has a rough and forceful sexual encounter with a stranger; the experience hurts Kale more than he reveals.

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Synopsys

Kale feels guilty for what happened at the Mighty Stud. Beau doesn't understand how deeply Kale is hurt, until Rowan opens his eyes. Laniakea is adamant in being a strictly 'top' guy, but when he talks about that with Barry, the sexy worker widens... Laniakea's perspectives.

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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 11-20 (PDF with bookmarks)
~ Book 03: Chapters 21-28 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 28 – FEAR AND FORGIVENESS ≈

 

~ Guilty ~

“I can’t talk to Beau right now…” – Kale said to Laniakea, entering the Cove after the disastrous night out with him – “I’ve been so reckless and stupid, going with you at The Mighty Stud! I should’ve thought that it was risky, to bend on a stool in the back room, for anyone to use my ass to his heart’s content! Beau won’t forgive me, this time…”

“You always underestimate Beau’s love and judgment…” – Laniakea replied – “Besides, waiting to tell him will only make things worse. Do you remember what happened with the… ‘Gladys affaire’ [1]? You avoided Beau for days, and that really hurt him!”

“You see? I keep fucking it up! I don’t know what benevolent spirit inspired Beau to forgive me about Gladys, but the same miracle can’t happen twice… I mean, I let a stranger fuck me!”

“Kale, it’s been an unfortunate incident, nothing more!”

“You’re so kind to try and excuse me, but I’m undeniably guilty. I shouldn’t have gone there in the first place, and no matter what, I shouldn’t have flaunted my bare ass in a room full of horny men.”

“Stop overreacting about what happened! I totally understand that for you it’s been hard, as you ended up being fucked by a son of a bitch, but it was not your fault! As said, it was an unfortunate incident, nothing more.”

Truth to be told, Laniakea had only guessed half of the story: as far as he knew, Kale had chosen the wrong stool to lay on and was roughly fucked by a rude stranger. Of course, he saw how distressed Kale was afterwards, when they went to the bathroom of the pub, but Laniakea didn’t ask anything and Kale didn’t tell him anything. Laniakea just couldn’t know how deep Kale had been hurt by what happened, he didn’t know the fear, the disgust, the physical pain Kale felt while the man, forcefully holding him down and muffling his mouth, abused him.

While talking, they had climbed to the second floor and Kale stopped in front of their door, but Laniakea pulled him toward the spiral staircase to the attic: “No, Kale, you can’t wait. Talk to Beau and you’ll feel better.”

They climbed together to the attic and knocked on the door; when they heard the familiar “Entrez!”, Laniakea opened the door, gently pushed Kale inside and closed the door behind him.

“Hi Beauregard…” – Kale murmured, and Beau flashed a knowing smile and joked: “You’re calling me with my full name… What am I going to forgive you this time?”

“I’m afraid this time you can’t forgive me, Beau… This time I really fucked it up…”

“What happened?” – Beau exclaimed, suddenly aware from Kale’s tone that it was something serious.

“Laniakea and I, after the restaurant, went to the Mighty Stud. I wanted him to feel the thrill of their backroom, and I asked him to fuck me there, as if we were two strangers. But in the end I… I’ve been fucked by a real stranger, not Laniakea.”

“What??” – Beau yelled – “You let someone you don’t even know fuck you??”

“I didn’t plan it, Beau… I was waiting for Laniakea, but something went wrong, and I…”

“C’est incroyable! Sometimes I just don’t recognize you, Kale! You’re are always poised, attentive, caring, but then, out of the blue, you do something that I can’t even imagine! What was that, a sort of bachelor party? Did… did he, at least, use a condom?”

“Yes, he used a condom, don’t worry. It’s mandatory, at the Mighty Stud. I’m so sorry, Beau, I feel so bad! I’ve been stupid, I shouldn’t have gone there at all…”

“Hope you enjoyed it…” – Beau said ruefully.

Kale felt hurt like hell by Beau’s words and his eyes brimmed with tears: “How can you say that, Beau? I didn’t enjoy it at all! Men don’t go to the Mighty Stud to give a pleasant, caring fuck to a nameless ass, they go there to do their worse! He’s been quite… forceful, I didn’t enjoy a single moment of his fuck!”

“OK, OK, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it… Truth is, this story shocked me a whole lot…” – Beau murmured, feeling deeply hurt but trying his best to find a reason, a foothold to forgive Kale – “We could say… don’t know… that it wasn’t your fault, in a way… I mean, you couldn’t know…”

“It was totally my fault, Beau. I can’t and I don’t want to deny my guilt. I should’ve known better than go to an almost pitch dark room full of horny men and flaunt my ass for them to do whatever they wanted with it. And I brought Laniakea with me, too! I’m such a mess, Beau… I totally understand that now you don’t want to marry me anymore, and I frankly think it’s better for both of us…”

“What are you talking about??” – Beau exclaimed, with a streak of desperation in his eyes – “Are you… Are you regretting to have accepted my proposal?”

Kale’s last sentence had put Beau in a turmoil, because everything seemed different now: could it be that Kale went to the Mighty Stud and ‘casually’ made love to a stranger as a way to escape a marriage he didn’t want anymore? After all, Beau himself had similar fears, to be stuck into a life that he couldn’t change anymore, but luckily for him those fears were wisely soothed by Gerry. Maybe Kale had found a totally different solution to the same problem…

“It’s better for both of us if we give up on this wedding, Beau, don’t you realize it? It’s just a matter of time, and I’ll hurt you again, and then again… I still love you, you know I do, but let’s leave things as they are now, with us living in separate suites and spending the night together when we both are in the mood, without forcing things…”

Beau felt his head spinning, as what Kale was saying was a total shock for him. But in the mess of terrible words he had spoken, there were a few that felt like a lifebelt: ‘I still love you…’”

Looking deep into himself, with a great effort, Beau tried hard to find the strength and the love to wipe away from his heart the sorrow, the shock and the reproach that Kale’s confession inspired him. Kale loved him, and Beau still loved Kale, no doubts about that.

«He’s been reckless, he hurt me, but he still loves me…» – Beau thought, feeling the ground crumbling beneath his feet – «He still loves me and sure enough he didn’t really mean he doesn’t want to marry me anymore!».

Beau moved closer to Kale, trying to look at him with loving eyes, but with the desperate certainty that his happiness was at stake. “You made a mistake, but we love each other, don’t we…?” – he said hesitantly, desperately trying to believe his own words – “No matter what happened, we still love each other, right? I need you, man, I can’t do without you. Stay with me tonight, Kale, and let’s forget this horrible story into each other’s arms…”

He leaned forward to kiss him, but Kale stiffened and stepped back, with a tense, disgusted expression on his face: “I’m sorry, Beau… I… I can’t…”

Without even giving time to Beau to say anything, Kale turned around and rushed out of the room, and Beau felt his face burn up with anger and dismay.

 

~ A stubborn boy ~

The night had long fallen over the Cove when Rowan climbed up the concrete basement stairs with a spring in his step. While going to bed with Gerry, he felt there was something special in the air that night, and he hoped that his sexy Daddy would made love to him. Rowan knew that Gerry liked to keep a bottle of water on his nightstand, so he was going to the kitchen to grab it.

He landed in the dark living room but he didn’t switch on the light: after years living on the street, he was used to confidently move in the dark. He headed to the arch leading to the dining room, but he suddenly spotted two eyes looking at him from the darkest corner of the room. Rowan muffled a gasp and focused on the almost indistinguishable figure sitting on a leather armchair.

“Beau! What are you doing here in the dark?” – the guy exclaimed, recognizing the blond boss of the Cove. He was sitting in the dark, wearing only striped long-legged pajama pants, and was holding in his hands a glass and a bottle.

Beau didn’t reply and kept gulping down the liquor from his glass, to then refill it with the bottle. Rowan stepped closer and crouched down, trying to take the glass and the bottle from Beau’s hands, but the man moved them away. “Beau, what happened? Will you tell me?”

“Kale doesn’t want to marry me anymore” – Beau replied sullenly, and took another sip of liquor.

“Listen, I don’t know the details and you don’t seem eager to tell me, but one thing I know: Kale loves you and whatever happened, tomorrow it will look much less serious than it looks tonight… with that bottle in your hand. Why don’t you go to bed and sleep on it?”

“I’m not going to sleep alone in that cold, big bed. Brennan is having a sleepover with the other boys, and Kale… I don’t fuckin’ care where he is…”

Rowan tried again to take the bottle from Beau’s hands, but the man again moved it away, shooting at him an angry glance; so he stood up and silently went downstairs. After a couple minutes Beau saw Gerry’s imposing figure entering the dark living room. The aged man got closer to him and stood still for a moment, in silence, towering on him. Despite wearing only his underwear, he looked so authoritarian that Beau gulped down like a kid caught with the hands in the cookie jar.

“Put that glass down, boy. Many men hoped to find an answer into the bottom of a glass and miserably failed. Take it from someone who tried countless times.”

Beau hesitated, and then slowly put down the bottle and the glass on a small table nearby. But he didn’t like Gerry’s tone, and replied, piqued: “If you can’t hold your liquor, it doesn’t mean no one can. Leave me alone, I don’t wanna talk to you…”

“Stop throwing your tantrum and come with me” – Gerry curtly replied, and when he saw that Beau was stubbornly refusing to follow him he growled: “Stand up, boy!”, and watched with a stifled smile Beau instantly leaping on his feet, with an ashamed, contrite expression. “Good. Now come with me. I don’t want you to sleep alone tonight.”

They climbed down and entered Gerry’s room; Rowan was already in bed, and held the sheets up, inviting Beau to join him.

No matter how hurt, tired and dizzy he felt, Beau’s manners were just bred in his bones: “Guys, you’re very kind, but I really can’t impose myself on you… You were going to bed together, I can’t intrude this way… Don’t worry for me, I’m fine, I’m really fine, I… I’d better go away…”

Gerry flashed a fatherly smile but feigned the same authoritarian tone he’d used earlier: “If you’re done with your bullshit, boy, get on that fuckin’ bed!”

With a shy, thankful smile, Beau got on the bed and soon he found himself between Gerry and Rowan; he glanced around and felt safe, loved, and couldn’t restrain a smile.

“You’re so beautiful when you smile…” – Rowan said softly, propped on an elbow and looking down at the blond boss – “I grant you there’s nothing to worry about, nothing to be sorry for. You know how dark and frightful were my nights, when I first found refuge here at Cove [2], so trust my word: the morning will come, and it will be breathtakingly beautiful. Now sleep. Goodnight…”

Rowan leaned over Beau and gave him a tender goodnight kiss, and maybe his lips lingered a bit too long on Beau’s, but it was a rare chance for him to sleep with the handsome boss of the Cove, and Rowan felt excited.

 

~ Love always wins ~

Apparently, Beau was enjoying that sweet kiss as much as Rowan, because his hand gently moved to the back of the guy’s head and held him there, asking for more, hoping to prolong that kiss a bit longer. No one could tell who was the first to briefly dart his tongue out, who was the first to slightly part his lips: they barely realized that the sweet goodnight kiss was quickly turning into a passionate battle of tongues, an eager search into each other’s mouth, a fierce embrace of lips.

Beau’s pajama pants, held close by just a knotted string, put up no resistance whatsoever against his growing erection, and before they could know, Beau’s beautiful cock was standing up in all its masculine pride.

Rowan couldn’t miss the chance, and extended a hand to take possession of the swelling manhood. As soon as his fingers curled around the stiff shaft, Beau inhaled sharply and reclined his head on the pillow, with his eyes closed, enjoying the unexpected, intimate touch. The fingers were soon joined by Rowan’s warm lips and his wet tongue, that danced on Beau’s swollen glans, making him writhe with pleasure.

“Ooh… It’s so sweet… Go on, Rowan, don’t stop…” – Beau blurred, lost in the warm tenderness and the sheer pleasure that quickly blew away his dark mood, his sorrow and his fears. When Rowan pushed down his mouth, gulping down his entire cock, Beau uttered a chocked whine of pleasure and rolled his eyes… and saw Gerry propped on his elbow looking intensely at him.

“Rowan… Rowan, stop…” – Beau hastened to say, suddenly realizing he was making love to… well.. Gerry’s boy, in a way, though the ‘boy’ was more than thirty by now, but still he was his man… his guy… whatever! – “Rowan, no, stop! Gerry… I mean, Gerry may…”

“Yeah, I may do this…” – Gerry said, hesitantly leaning down to Beau’s lips, with a fire burning into his eyes. His kiss was anything but what Rowan gave him earlier. It was hungry, forceful, a clash of tongues, teeth and breath. Gerry roughly explored every inch of Beau’s submissive mouth, and then all the surroundings, the chin, the neck, the jaws. Beau, usually the one who called the shots in bed, this time let go completely, surrendering himself to Rowan’s tender mouth feasting on his cock and Gerry’s forceful mouth roaming his torso and his lips.

Rowan, after a little while, recoiled and scrambled up, lying on his side next to Beau, seductively offering his back to him. Resorting to his extremely flexible body, he raised one leg in the air, exposing his back door in an almost shameful way, and Beau found the sight absolutely irresistible.

It took only few moments for his stiff rod to find its way home into the tender hole, where it sank with one swift move. “Ahh…” – Rowan moaned – “It’s been a long time since you last did this to me… Take me, sir, fuck me, own me like you did that night! [3]”

Beau’s hips started rocking back and forth, almost on their own, and the blond boss delved into the tenderness so openly offered to him by Rowan; they were both lying on their side, in a spoon position, and Beau held Rowan’s leg up in the air, gaining an unobstructed access to his fiery depths. There wasn’t anything else in the world that could matter for Beau, in that moment: only Rowan and the marvelous sensations radiating from his groin…

…and Gerry! There was Gerry, too! Beau tried to stop, but his hips refused to comply, and went on pumping gently the manly rod inside Rowan. He turned his head, and Gerry was there, on the bed, behind him, looking at him with rapt eyes.

“Don’t stop, man…” – Gerry murmured like in trance – “You’re such a stud… Looking at you making love with my boy makes it all feel so natural… Show me how a man makes love to another man! Show me how intimate and sweet is man-love! Make love to my Rowan, Beau… and I will learn from you.”

If ever Beau needed an endorsement, he definitely got it from Gerry, and he went on making love to Rowan with renewed energy: knowing that Gerry was at few inches from him, looking attentively at him, or even studying his fucking technique, made his pride and his lust flare.

He wasn’t surprised, and even welcomed it with a pleasant shiver, when he felt Gerry’s calloused hand lightly brushing his shoulders and move along the spine, down to his buttocks; he felt that hand pushing rhythmically on his butt, as if Gerry wanted to add pressure to Beau’s cock, and give a greater pleasure to Rowan.

“Yeah… Make love to my boy…” – Gerry said in a low, lustful tone – “Make love to him like the stud you are… Give him all the pleasure you can give him…”

“Oh, sir, you’re bringing me so close…” – Rowan echoed – “You’re making me cum… aahh… Do you want me to cum, sir? Nnnggh… Let me cum for you… Please… Please…”

Beau pushed his cock even deeper into the tender ass, crashing Rowan’s sensitive joy nut with his swollen knob at each powerful thrust. “You don’t have to ask for my permission, Rowan… I love you…”

“NNNGGHHH!! YES!” – Rowan said aloud, suddenly stiffening. Without even touching himself, the guy exploded in a body-shaking orgasm and his dick throbbed wildly, shooting plume after plume of white cream that landed on the rumpled sheets.

His powerful, frantic anal contractions literally milked Beau’s cock, and the man inhaled sharply, closing his eyes, forcefully pushed toward his climax.

“Don’t cum…!” – Gerry said with a tense voice into Beau’s ear, while placing his big hand on Beau’s hip, to stop him.

“Nnngghh…” – Beau moaned through his teeth, putting a great effort in holding back his orgasm. He turned around, surprised by Gerry’s unexpected request, and when their eyes locked, Beau could see the fire burning deep into the older man. Without a word, Gerry made Beau pull out from Rowan and roll on his back, and raised his legs. Gerry’s cock was as hard as steel and the wide mushroom head touched Beau’s back portal.

Beau nodded his head, silently replying to Gerry’s unspoken request, and moaned when Gerry penetrated him with exquisite tenderness and great care. Beau was not a virgin, of course, but he rarely let other men fuck him, and they usually were rough, powerful fucks by Barry or Alex. But Gerry was anything but rough. His confident, gentle thrusts made Beau moan and gasp with pleasure and surprise.

“Fuck… You don’t need me to teach you anything, man…” – said the blond boss with coarse voice, and Gerry smiled, pumping his cock deep into Beau’s tender flesh: “You showed me the difference between fucking and making love, Beau… I witnessed how great a pleasure a man can give to another man… And that’s the pleasure I want to give you…”

Beau, who moments earlier had to forcefully delay his orgasm, was already delirious: “I can’t hold back much longer, Gerry…”

“Then cum for me, boy…”

That ‘boy’, so authoritarian and yet so tender, was like a jolt of electricity through Beau’s body: “T’es incroyable, mec… Oui!! AAARRGGHH!!”

Beau’s cock began shooting a barrage of viscous jets, and Gerry let his own passion overcome him, and started pounding Beau’s ass like there was no tomorrow. Beau tossed his head from side to side, overwhelmed by the many strong sensations sweeping his body, until he shot all his juice to the last drop.

But Gerry wasn’t done, yet! His cock kept on ravaging the now sensitive linings, and Beau hissed through his teeth for the sudden discomfort, but hastened to say: “Don’t stop, man! Fuck me, breed me! Whatever you want I’ll give you…”

“Good boy…” – Gerry growled, feeling his groin tense for the upcoming orgasm – “You can’t know how sexy you are in this moment, man, covered with your own juice and flashing at me that pleading glance… Fuck, you’re irresistible… Aww… yeah… FUCK YEAH!!”

With one last wreaking thrust, Gerry planted his thick cock into Beau’s deepest depths and inundated them with his manly seed.

 

~ Bitter afterglow ~

Beau was woken up by the first morning sunrays flowing through the small window. He yawned and then smiled, as the bed where they were lying was a mess of intertwined limbs, embracing arms and warm bodies. He tried to disentangle himself, but Rowan opened his eyes and smiled at him: “Stay, Beau… Don’t go away…”

“OK, I’m staying, if you want so” – Beau replied, reciprocating the loving smile.

“Sobered up?” – Gerry’s voice came from under the sheets, and Beau playfully tore them away, revealing the man’s muscular body. “I wasn’t drunk!” – Beau replied with an impish grin – “As I told you last night, if someone can’t hold his liquor, it’s not my problem…”

“Liar! You have downed half a bottle!” – Gerry laughed, hitting Beau’s elbow.

“Half a bottle makes you drunk if it’s a cheap booze, but if it’s an Armagnac ‘Baron de Sigognac’ aged 25 years…” – Beau retorted, winking playfully, but soon he frowned, when he remembered the reason why he drank so much, last night.

Rowan placed a hand on Beau’s arm and looked straight at him: “Will you tell me, now, what happened? Why did you say that Kale is not going to marry you anymore?”

“Because he himself told me… Last night he went to the Mighty Stud and paid a visit to their back room… where he let a stranger fuck him. And when he came back home he told me what happened, and said he doesn’t want to marry me anymore…”

“Are you saying that he purposely let a stranger fuck him so not to marry you??” – Rowan exclaimed, in disbelief.

“Well… no, I guess not… At least, he told me he didn’t plan it. He was supposed to be fucked by Laniakea, but somehow another man got to him, instead. It… just happened, apparently. But it happened, anyway! He told me he didn’t enjoy it, as the man had been forceful with him, but this doesn’t change anything!”

Rowan stiffened, listening to Beau’s words. “Actually, this may change a lot, if you want my opinion” – the guy said with a tense tone – “Have you looked at him while talking? Did he look… guilty?”

“Of course he looked guilty!” – Beau exclaimed, getting a bit angry, as the conversation was taking a turn that he didn’t like – “Can you guess how hurt I felt for what he’d done??”

“And this is the point, right?” – Gerry said gravely – “Listen, Beau, I don’t want to criticize you, but once again I think that your main concern is… yourself. You don’t really care what Kale did, or how he felt, you only care that he hurt you…”

“That’s not true, Gerry!” – Beau replied angrily – “I tried hard to forgive him! I really tried! I even tried to kiss him!”

Rowan chocked a whine and said with trembling voice: “You… tried? But he didn’t let you touch him, did he?”

“No, he didn’t let me touch him…” – Beau confirmed, surprised – “How do you know?”

“Because… I didn’t let any man touch me for years.”

Beau looked straight at Rowan, suddenly grasping what he was implying, and gasped: “But… it’s a totally different situation! You… You’ve been abused!”

Rowan’s reply froze Beau’s heart. “Exactly.”

Beau faintly shook his head. It couldn’t be! Kale… the kind, sensible Kale, the man he loved more than anyone, the man he wanted to marry, had been…

“Kale didn’t like what that man was doing to him” – Rowan went on, interrupting Beau’s thoughts – “as he was forceful and rough, your words. So, why didn’t Kale stop him? Why didn’t he yell for help?”

“You mean… Mon Dieu… that Kale was… forced??”

“I hope to be wrong” – Rowan said in a whisper – “but unfortunately I have a long first-hand experience on the subject…”

“Merde! Kale was asking for help and I… Damn! I have to go to him!”

Beau jumped off the bed and was already heading to the door when Rowan called him: “Wait! Not naked. Get dressed and… be gentle with Kale. Talk to him, just talk, until he lets you touch him. It’s not easy to trust another man after… that: keep it in mind, Beau.”

 

~ The key to Kale’s heart ~

Beau rushed to the attic and had a quick shower, and while washing away the traces of the night of passion with Rowan and Gerry, he felt sick. «Gerry is right… I’m a monster, I’m the most selfish man ever! Who could blame Kale if he doesn’t want to marry me? I myself wouldn’t want to marry me!!».

He hurriedly got dressed and took a deep breath, as he wasn’t sure he was up to the task ahead of him. After few moments, he gently knocked on Kale’s door and didn’t hear any reply, so he went inside. Kale was on the bed, alone, lying on his side. He was not sleeping. Looking at his tired eyes, it seemed like he didn’t sleep at all, that night.

Beau silently climbed on the other side of the bed and lay down, careful not to touch Kale. “I’m so sorry, Kale” – he said in a small voice – “Please forgive me…”

“It’s I who should ask for forgiveness” – Kale replied, giving his back to Beau – “But I can’t be forgiven this time. This time I really messed everything up…”

“You didn’t choose to be… abused” – Beau said in a whisper, and then held his breath, dearly hoping that Kale would deny, but he didn’t – “And I’m so selfish and stupid that I needed Rowan to tell me what you were feeling…”

“Maybe I should marry Rowan, then…” – Kale said, with a halting giggle that ended in a restrained sob.

“Talk to me, Kale. This time for real. Tell me what happened.”

Silence.

“He pinned you down, didn’t he? And… shoved his cock hard into you, harshly, careless of how you felt. And you couldn’t even scream, because he muffled your mouth with his hand. This is what he did, isn’t it?”

Kale uttered a chocked whine.

“And you thought that I could never forgive you, that you could never forgive yourself, because it was your fault, right?”

“It was my fault, it was entirely my fault…”

“The fuck it was!” – Beau exclaimed with passion – “When it comes to sex, anyone should always be granted the right to say no, or the right to change their mind, even when the sex is already going on! That animal is the only one to blame! This is what you told to Rowan, when he first arrived here [4], and what you told to Laniakea, when he revealed to you what happened to him back in Hana [5]. Now I’m telling you!”

Kale’s shoulders shook a couple times and then he said with chocked voice: “It was horrible, Beau… I tried to move, to scream, but he was too strong… And it was even more horrible, because I was expecting Laniakea to come to me, I was expecting him to make love to me in his special sweet way, but that man came instead, and he was so… brutal with me!”

“Mon cher, I won’t tell you to forget, as I know it’s impossible. But it’s over now. I’m with you and I love you. I never stopped loving you, not for a single moment.”

Beau leaned over Kale, to enforce his words of love with a tender embrace, but as soon as Kale felt Beau’s hands on him, he let out a chocked scream and moved away. Beau felt like a stab in his heart, but ignored his own pain, as he knew that Kale’s was much greater. He withdrew his hand but move closer to Kale, careful not to touch him, but close enough to let him feel the warmth of his body.

“That night, in my small apartment in Pigalle” – Beau said with the most tender voice – “you trusted me to the point of giving me your virginity, do you remember? [6] You trusted me to the point of changing your entire life. I’m sure you didn’t forget. Recall those memories, Kale, and trust me again like you trusted me back then. Don’t keep me out of your heart, share your pain with me, like you shared with me your happiness. Share your life with me, and tell me that you will be my husband…”

There was a tense silence, and then Kale turned around and, for the first time, looked at Beau: “I will be your husband, if you’ll be mine. I never regretted accepting your proposal, I only feared to hurt you again… I love you too much to see you suffer.”

“For you I’d go through the fires of Hell, Kale. Never doubt it.”

Kale flashed a faint smile and silently nested into Beau’s arms. And though it was a gesture that Kale had done millions of times before, in that moment Beau felt so happy that his eyes got wet.

 

~ A confused ‘top’ guy ~

Laniakea stepped back from the connecting door leading to Kale’s room with a concerned expression on his face. Last night, when he and Kale were coming back home from the Mighty Stud, Laniakea had guessed that Kale was not telling him everything; but he didn’t insist, out of respect for the older cousin.

But in the morning, when he heard Beau’s voice coming from the adjacent room, he decided to eavesdrop his conversation with Kale: he didn’t want to be nosy, he just wanted to know if everything was fine with Kale, and listening to Kale’s tale about what really happened at the Mighty Stud made him feel bad.

He was sorry for what Kale had to suffer, and was glad that Beau could find the right words to ease his pain. And he was angry with himself for having dismissed as an ‘unfortunate accident’ what in reality had been a very hard moment for Kale.

But there was something more stirring in his mind, something that he needed to talk about with someone who could understand him, someone experienced in matter of sex, but that ‘someone’ couldn’t be Kale.

«He wouldn’t understand…» – Laniakea thought, quickly putting on his shorts. He briefly looked at the clock on the wall and thought that it was a bit early, but he was too upset to wait. He opened the door to the corridor and hesitantly knocked to a door nearby.

At first, there was no reply, but then he clearly heard Barry’s voice saying: “Come in, Laniakea, the door is open!”

Laniakea went in and saw Barry coming out of the shower, dripping water on the floor, getting ready for his work day. “How did you know it was me?” – the guy asked, surprised, and Barry giggled: “You’re the only one, in this house, who knocks on my door before coming in. All the others just come in… probably hoping to find me naked! Ha ha! Well, you’re the lucky one, apparently!”

As a matter of fact, Laniakea had to admit to himself, seeing Barry completely naked, still wet from the shower, was a real sight; and while he tried to focus on what to tell to the brawny worker, his eyes lingered on his buff, hairy body, his powerful biceps and his wondrous thick cock dangling from the wet groin.

“Did you want to talk with me?” – Barry asked with a friendly smile – “I got up a bit early, so I’m in no rush for work. You seem thoughtful… Shoot it, no need to pussyfoot around the subjects with me.”

“I… I don’t want to be fucked in the ass. Ever.”

Barry stopped in his tracks: Laniakea definitely was not pussyfooting around! But the apparently confident statement was not totally convincing: “OK, I’m glad you wanted to tell me but… why me? Why not Kale?”

“Because Kale can’t understand. He’s… a kind man, a submissive guy, and he just can’t fully understand how I feel. He keeps saying that I should explore my sexuality, that in due time I should let a man fuck me, so to know how pleasurable it is, but I’m not like that! I’m a top guy, Kale is a bottom, and though I love him and trust him… I needed to talk to you: you’re the toughest top man here at the Cove, you’re so confident and dominant and I’m sure you can understand me much better than Kale.”

Barry finished toweling off and, still naked, pulled Laniakea to sit on the bed beside him. “Well, there’s a lot of ‘top’ and ‘bottom’ in your sentences… Oh, don’t get me wrong, I totally understand what you mean! My ass is sacred to me, and I see that it’s the same for you. And if I had to define my sexual inclinations with just one word, I’d definitely call myself a top.”

“I knew you could understand me” – Laniakea said with a timid smile – “Sometimes I feel I’m… wrong.”

“Never say that!” – Barry said seriously – “We’re all different, we all have our own uniqueness, and there is no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ when it comes to sexual inclinations. But you might be surprised to know who taught this to me: Kale.”

“I’m not surprised, he’s such a wonderful, understanding man… But still, he apparently can’t understand me when I say I don’t want to ever be fucked by another man. I’m like you, Barry, I need to be the one who calls the shots, the one who asserts his manliness over the other men, I’m not going to bend over and surrender my ass to anyone! You know what I mean, don’t you? Please, tell me you understand me, Barry, I… I sometimes feel… I’m not in the right place.”

“Come here…” – Barry said with a comforting tone, standing up with his arms open, and Laniakea quickly nested into Barry’s hug, placing his face on his wide chest. “You’re in the right place, kid, this is the best place ever for you. And I understand you.”

Laniakea held Barry tight, basking into his confident attitude and the warmth of his embrace. Feeling the hairy chest against his smooth cheek was heartwarming and exciting, and the strong arms around him were so protective and comforting, and… he felt his own body react in an unexpected way.

Barry was still naked, and quickly got aware of the tension into the guy’s shorts. Laniakea squirmed faintly, embarrassed, but Barry held him tight: “Wait… Don’t fight it… It’s only natural, you know…”

“But I don’t want… I mean, you’re a top man like me, I can’t… and you can’t…”

“Shhh… You think too much, kid. You like my body, and I like your body, what’s wrong with that? Yeah, you stated clear you’re not going to be fucked by another man, ever, and I respect that. But all this shit about tops and bottoms…”

“Shit? How can you say that?” – Laniakea asked, talking into Barry’s chest.

“Say, I’m a top guy, right?”

“The… ‘toppest’ ever, if you ask me, Barry!” – the guy breathed, in awe.

“Well, what would you think of me if I tell you that my back door is… all but virgin? Yeah, don’t make that face, I’ve been fucked many times, roughly too, sometimes! And I enjoyed every single moment of it.”

Laniakea recoiled and looked up at Barry in disbelief. “How can you enjoy such a stinging pain? How can you enjoy the… humiliation??”

Barry looked at Laniakea with sympathy: “I guess you’ve met the wrong men in your life. Pain? Humiliation? A man who loves you would never make you feel that. A man who loves you would only give you sheer pleasure…”

 

~ Topping the top ~

Their faces were just few inches apart, and Barry could read Laniakea’s unexpressed desire like a book: “With a man like me, for example, it could be mind-blowing…” – he breathed, and locked his lips on Laniakea’s. He gave a few moments to the guy to let him recoil, if he wanted to, but Laniakea reciprocated the kiss with passion.

While kissing Laniakea, Barry gently pushed him toward the bed, slowly pulling down his shorts until the guy’s stiff cock bounced up like a steel spring; and again he waited a moment, to let the guy move away or pull up the shorts; but Laniakea stepped out of them and slowly lay on the bed, looking at Barry with a mix of desire and fear. And when he spotted Barry’s massive cock growing thicker and stiffer, his fears got worse: “It will hurt, won’t it?”

“You don’t seem concerned by the physical pain, kid…” – Barry replied, getting on the bed and placing a hand on the guy’s chest – “You’re talking about the pain you might feel… inside, right?”

Laniakea nodded his head, unable to reply: the memory of what the two brothers did to him, back in Hana [7] was just too vivid in his mind; back then, the pang of pain he felt in his ass was just nothing, compared to the stinging pain he felt in his heart, for the humiliation and the abuse they inflicted him.

“It won’t hurt that way. I won’t let it happen” – Barry replied – “I care too much for you to let it happen. But I guess you’re almost a virgin, and your ass may feel a little sore, I’m not going to lie to you. But it’s just physical pain, nothing that top men like us can’t take in stride. Now… do you really want me to do it?”

“P… Please…” – Laniakea breathed, and enforced his invite laying his arms on the pillow, above his head, totally offering himself, for the first time, to another man.

Barry gently raised Laniakea’s legs, revealing his quivering hole, and with utmost kindness started kissing and licking it, eliciting surprised squeal of pleasure in the guy. The deeper his tongue went, the louder Laniakea moaned, and soon Barry felt a strong hand grabbing his hair and pushing his face harder on the splayed ass.

That wasn’t something Barry would normally accept, but he couldn’t stop seeing in that guy a younger version of himself, and his assertiveness actually amused Barry, who went on munching on the tender hole with greater vigor.

After a while, Barry recoiled and took the lube from his nightstand. “Ready for the ride?” – he said, winking at Laniakea with an enticing grin, and the guy replied with an excited nod of his head. The buff worker thoroughly greased his own cock, and used his fingers to spread more lube around and inside the guy’s hole, until it was loosened enough.

When he started pushing his massive rod against Laniakea’s back door, the guy tensed and held his breath. “Do you really want me to do it?” – Barry asked, staring deep into the guy’s eyes – “Do you really want to feel my cock enter you and fill you to the brim?”

“Y… Yes…” – Laniakea stuttered, and Barry’s voice became mesmerizing: “Then show me. Open up for me. Let me come inside you… I’m your friend… A sexy friend you want to hug… Hug me… Let your ass hug my cock… Let your ass make love to my cock…”

Laniakea felt like floating in Barry’s voice, and he relaxed, because he really wanted to hug that sexy friend, his whole body wanted it to happen… and it happened.

“Aaahh….” – the guy moaned when he felt the wide helmet force open his hole; it felt so warm, so manly and… so big! Laniakea wondered how his tight ass could possibly stretch enough to accommodate such a huge intruder, but it just happened, and the guy felt exhilarated.

“Fuck me, Barry…” – he moaned – “Push it in! I can take it, I can take it all!”

“Don’t rush, kid… I’m still in the entrance hall… Show me around, let me see the dining room…” – Barry said pushing in another inch – “…and then the living room…” – another inch, and Laniakea started breathing heavier – “… and the kitchen… the bathroom… and here’s the door to the bedroom…”

Barry was almost completely inside Laniakea, and his cock was pressing against his inner sphincter. The guy was wet with sweat, and sure enough the deep penetration was causing him some pain, but he didn’t care, as all he wanted by now was to be joined to that powerful man in the most intimate and intense way.

“Open it. Open the door to my bedroom…” – Laniakea said with strained voice, and Barry flashed a loving smile: “Thank you…”, he replied, while with one last thrust he broke open Laniakea’s last defense.

“Nnnngghh…!!” – the guy uttered, closing his eyes and holding tight to Barry, feeling a sudden pang of pain coming from his fundaments. “Open your eyes… Look at me…” – Barry said, and when the guy locked eyes with him, Barry smiled tenderly: “I’m inside you, all the way. You’re amazing, kid. And now it comes the best part…”

The thick rod started moving back and forth into the now loosened canal, and Laniakea opened his eyes wide, surprised by the incredible feelings that Barry’s cock was giving him. And though the physical pleasure was great, the guy couldn’t avert his gaze from Barry’s eyes looking down at him with affection and… respect.

“I didn’t know it could be like this…” – Laniakea murmured, and though Barry was sure he was talking about his sexual prowess, the guy was exhilarated because he was finding out, for the first time, that giving… no, offering his ass to another man was all but demeaning and humiliating: Barry was making love to him, was looking at him as a fierce guy, with affection and respect!

Laniakea remembered when he and Barry fucked Kale [8]: Barry had been so forceful with Kale, back then, so rough and dominating! But now, with him, Barry was tender, he was clearly restraining his own lust out of respect for him!

“Oooohh!!!” – Laniakea gasped when Barry, with a masterful twist of his hips, started massaging the guy’s inexperienced prostate – “W… What is… Awww fuck!!! Oh god, yes!!”

Barry flashed a smug smile, watching the guy gasp and squirm under his expert cock, and paced up his thrusts. Laniakea almost couldn’t breathe for the overwhelming sensations radiating from his ass.

“Ah… Ah… Ah…” – the guy kept uttering every time the powerful hips crashed against his butt, pushing the air out of his lungs; and then, suddenly, he looked at Barry in disbelief, a moment before his whole body tensed up and exploded in an unexpected spontaneous orgasm. Laniakea started trembling, while his cock shot long plumes of juice that landed on his chin and his torso.

“Barry… Barry…” – he kept blubbering, while his balls got drained to the last drop and his mind got numb for the intense pleasure.

“I’m here, kid…” – Barry replied with coarse voice, reaching his climax – “…and I’m going to flood your exquisite hole… NNNNGGHH… FFFFCK!!!”

Despite feeling exhausted, Laniakea gasped again, and his spent cock twitched wildly when he felt Barry’s warm seed filling his depths. The sight of the hairy worker with his eyes shut and his muscles stiff, in the throes of the pleasure, was a homoerotic dream come true, to Laniakea’s eyes, and again the guy tightened his arms and legs around the buff man, to share every spasm of his pleasure and every sigh of ecstasy.

When they came down from the erotic high, Barry rolled on the other side of the bed and looked at Laniakea with a knowing grin: “Quite different than you expected, uh?”

“It was… another planet” – the guy replied in a dreaming tone – “You made me feel… a man, you took care of me, you… respected me.”

“Of course I respected you. I told you, you’ve met the wrong guys in your life…”

“I surely did, but I was just a young and inexperienced guy, and at first I thought it was my fault not to realize who I was dealing with. But nasty guys are everywhere, and sometimes they hurt you even when you are as experienced as Kale…”

“Kale??” – Barry said, alarmed, propping himself on his elbow – “What do you mean? Did Kale meet a… nasty guy? Did someone hurt him?”

Laniakea realized he had talked too much: “I’m sorry, Barry, I shouldn’t have talked about that, it slipped from my lips. It’s Kale’s private business.”

“There is no private business when a member of the Cove gets hurt!” – Barry exclaimed, jumping off the bed – “I’m going to him, maybe he needs me, maybe he needs help…”

“Barry!” – Laniakea called him – “Wait, don’t go. He’s fine, now, he’s with Beau.”

Barry seemed to deflate all at once: “Right, he’s with Beau… Who else? After all they’re going to get married in a couple days, right…?”

Laniakea didn’t say anything, but the sorrow and the dismay painted on Barry’s face left little to the imagination.

“I… I think that because of me you’re late for work…” – the guy murmured, cautiously, and Barry grunted: “Fuck, yeah… No! No, kid, it’s not your fault. But I’m late, better throw myself under the shower. You can stay, if you like, no rush…”

 

Ten minutes later, when Barry came out of the shower, Laniakea had gone away. Barry looked around with forlorn eyes and the room felt terribly empty…

Almost as empty as his life.

 

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