The Cove

In the previous chapters…

Gerry feels uneasy at the Cove, because he doesn’t really feel ‘one of them’. His heterosexual inclinations and his inhibitions make it hard for him having sex with Rowan, despite the sheer love he feels for him. Kale is gloomy and distant, and Beau finds a sweet way to make him reveal his inner struggle.

Synopsys

Kale has an enlighting conversation with the hot DILF Gerry, making up his mind about his journey back home. The Sioux master, Wahkan, puts his boy Chayton to an excruciating sexual test, and young Charlie bravely steps into the fire line. [⏳: 22’]

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~ Cast of Characters: the “Who’s Who” of the Cove!
~ Floor Plan of the Cove
~ Book 01: Chapters 1-2 (PDF with bookmarks)

≈ CHAPTER 2 – A TRIP AND A JOURNEY ≈

 

~ An enticing daddy ~

Kale carefully climbed down the steps to the basement room, holding a heavy tray with the breakfast for Gerry. At first, he’d just thought to have a nice breakfast with him, because in the month he’d been living at the Cove he never came upstairs to have his meals, and Kale wanted to make him feel him welcomed; but while proceeding down, step by step, Kale realized that deep inside he wanted to talk with Gerry about a totally different, and more personal, subject.

He set foot on the bottom landing and once again thought that the firm refusal by Rowan, and later Gerry, to move to an empty suite of the house, despite Beau’s generous offer to let them live there without paying any rent, was very meaningful, and did credit to them both.

After all, the basement room that once was a plain, depressing utility room where a runaway Rowan found shelter a year before had since turned into a comfortable bedroom with a small en-suite bathroom and even a dining/living corner, and was cozy enough for Gerry and Rowan to live together, quietly, out of the hustle and bustle of the upper floors.

Kale reached the basement door and realized he had no free hands to knock, so he tried bumping the door with his elbow and then his foot, but the noise he made could’ve hardly been considered a knock. Receiving no answer, he opened the door with his elbow and went in.

In that moment, Gerry was coming out of the bathroom after the shower, wearing only a short towel around his waist, and was surprised to see Kale in the room, and even more when he realized he had come down bringing his breakfast.

“Good morning, Gerry” – Kale said in a friendly tone – “I thought it was a pity we’ve had no chance to have breakfast together, so far, so I brought something to eat… if it’s fine with you”. Kale did his best not to stare too much at the manly display of hairy muscles, barely covered by the towel, and tried to look at Gerry’s eyes, but realized that those two light green gems caused an even greater turmoil in him.

“Kale! I’m sorry you had to do it yourself, Rowan will be here in few moments, he should’ve brought the tray himself…”

“No, he won’t come. Upstairs they miss Rowan, and he took the chance to have breakfast with his friends. You’re not disappointed, are you, Gerry? I really wanted to have a word with you… alone”.

“Disappointed? No, Kale, but it all depends on… what subject you want to discuss with me. You see, I already have my fair share of arguments with Rowan about the Cove. But hold on a minute…” – he concluded, grabbing a fresh pair of briefs from a drawer – “…while I put something on.

Without any hesitation, he removed the towel from around his waist and used it to wipe his face and under the armpits, to then lower it to his crotch, to briefly rub his manhood. Unseen by Gerry, Kale gulped dry, glancing at the man’s massive attributes and admiring the masculine confidence he exuded. Unaware of being the object of Kale’s interest, Gerry nonchalantly let the towel fall to the floor, turned around to take the briefs and leaned down to wear them, offering to the Hawaiian an enticing view of his muscular hairy ass.

He quickly put on his faded jeans and an equally worn-out work shirt and raised his gaze, ready for breakfast; he looked at Kale and a sudden thought hit him, while an embarrassed expression appeared on his face: “Oh, I… I’m so sorry… I’m used to change clothes in front of other men, at work, but you… I mean, you…”

“You mean I may have admired your sexy body and watched you naked with greedy eyes?” – Kale said with a frank smile – “Well, I did, there’s no point in denying it. Does it bother you that I find you very attractive?”

“Well, no… not really…” – Gerry said, sitting with Kale at the dining table – “…but it’s weird for me, I don’t know… OK, it does bother me a little, actually. I mean, you’re a man!”

“What if I was an ugly woman, someone you absolutely have no interest for?  Would it be different?”

“If she peeks at me naked and likes the show, good for her, but I couldn’t care less” – Gerry replied resolutely, pouring some coffee in his cup.

“Then why should it bother you if a man, someone you absolutely have no interest for, peeks at you naked? By the way, I definitely liked the show, so, good for me!” – Kale giggled – “But don’t worry, I’m not going to make any advances to you, if this is what you’re afraid of!”

Gerry couldn’t restrain a half-smile, but clearly didn’t like where the conversation was going: “Listen, Kale, you’re a nice guy and I like you, but if you’ve come down here to lecture me about the way I am, I’m not going to have this conversation with you”.

 

~ Fatherly advice ~

“I wouldn’t change a single bit of you” – Kale said more seriously – “And no, I didn’t come here to lecture you, I’m sorry. I… I need your advice, Gerry, and I hope you can help me”.

“Me? I’m a manual laborer, I didn’t study, how could I possibly give advice to an experienced counselor?”

“Because you’re a father…” – Kale said, looking straight in Gerry’s eyes.

“I was. Long ago” – the man replied in a low voice, while he unsuccessfully tried to hide a sudden pain.

“You still are, Gerry. Just think about Rowan and what you have done, and still do every day, for him. You teach him day by day how to be a man, how to live his life, how to… be happy. You take on yourself the burdens that may oppress Rowan’s heart, you nurture him, and when you had to choose between your own happiness and his, you had no doubts. And this is all about being a father, to me”.

Gerry was deeply touched by Kale’s words: “Thanks, buddy, I… well, I haven’t ever really thought about that, I just do my best, that’s all…”

“If my father was like you, everything would be so easy…” – Kale said, bitterly – “You know, few days ago my sister called me from Hawaii and told that my father is about to die… No, Gerry, I don’t need to be comforted, I rather need to… understand. My father is very strict, you see, he clings to honour and traditions like a lifebelt, and we don’t talk to each other since I revealed to him I was in love with a man. He told me terrible things and threw me out of his life. For him, he doesn’t have a son anymore.”

“But no matter what he says…” – Kale continued, looking at his plate, still empty – “…I’m his son. Gerry, I don’t know if you can understand how I feel, but it hurts like hell being rejected by your own father. And still… I love him, I wish I didn’t, I wish I could forget him, but I can’t help it: he’s my father, I love him, it’s bred in my bones”.

Gerry raised his gaze and said: “You know, that’s exactly what Rowan once told me. I was sure that Jason, my only son, had died hating me… You know, he had an accident right after a serious argument with me, and in a burst of rage I slapped him; and I tortured myself for years, knowing that Jason’s last thoughts of me were hateful thoughts. But Rowan made me understand that it wasn’t possible, that a son always loves his father no matter what, as it’s bred in his bones, and listening to your words is like a soothing balm for my soul.”

“But you see…” – he added, gazing intensely at the counselor – “…this works the other way round, Kale. You now don’t know what to do, your father is dying and you don’t know whether to go to him or not, because you are afraid your father doesn’t love you anymore. Well, let me tell you, man, this is just impossible. A father never stops loving his kid, no matter what, because it’s bred in his bones”.

Kale stared at Gerry with wet eyes, unable to say a word. Gerry took a deep breath and added with a grave tone: “If you don’t go to him, you will regret it for the rest of your life.”

“But what if he tells me again that he wishes I was dead? What if he refuses to talk to me and throws me out? What if…”

“What if, what if!” – Gerry said in a louder voice, standing up – “Are you still here, boy? Go! Run to him before it’s too late! Hawaii’s not round the corner!”

Kale was surprised by the sudden change of tone, and he jumped on his feet, feeling like a kid caught in the act. And he was actually about to flee away, but he stopped in his tracks and threw himself into Gerry’s strong, comforting arms: “You’re such a wonderful man! And you are… a wonderful father!”

Gerry watched Kale rushing upstairs with a tender smile on his face, then looked around and hissed: “Fuck! I’m late for work!”… but his smile didn’t fade.

 

~ Ancient knowledge ~

Kale rushed upstairs, knowing that he had a lot to do: booking his plane to Hawaii, pack his baggage and… talk to Beau. That would’ve been the worst part, as he knew he had to do this journey to his old life alone, it was something he had to do by himself, and was afraid Beau would’ve been sorry to be left out of this important step in Kale’s life.

Lost in his thoughts, he hastily opened his door and almost bumped into Charlie, the houseboy, coming out in that very moment. “Oh, sorry sir!” – the boy exclaimed – “Your room is ready, I was going away”.

Kale looked with affection at the energetic, joyful boy who never failed to make him smile, no matter what. “Charlie, I wonder how we could do without you!” – the counselor said – “I envy Alex, that bulky sexy guard of yours! I’m sure you always make him feel happy!”

“Of course, sir!” – the boy replied with an urchin grin – “I’ve last made him… happy this morning, before he went to work. I know how to take care of my man, sir…!”

“He’s a lucky man, and we all are, Charlie. Now, I’m not keeping you away any longer from your job, see you later!”

Charlie scampered away and moved to the last suite of the corridor, the one that the ageless Sioux Wahkan shared with his boy Chayton. All the men and boys of the Cove knew that in the morning Charlie went from room to room to clean and tidy them up, and always went downstairs to make his job easier. That’s why Charlie gasped hard and froze in the doorframe when he entered Wahkan’s room and glanced inside.

Chayton was lying on the bed, completely naked, looking straight into his master’s eyes, as if they were silently communicating to each other in their own secret way. Charlie knew that with Wahkan words were useless: the wise man, just looking into someone’s eyes, could clearly see his unspoken desires, sorrow and needs, and never failed to do his best to satisfy or soothe them, resorting to his ancient knowledge and wisdom.

Wahkan was standing at the bed foot, looking at his Sioux boy and holding a small jar of what seemed a light brown cream. He was wearing his traditional clothes, that were nothing more than a feather earring, a pendant with a darkened bear claw and a long, narrow loincloth, loose enough to let Charlie greedily peek from the side at his remarkable manhood and exceptionally low-hanging balls.

He turned to Charlie and smiled. “We were waiting for you, kid. I’m about to show to Chayton a secret that has been handed down from father to son for many generations, amongst my people; I’m quite sure Chayton will soon need your help… if you can spare us some time”.

The sight of the naked boy on the bed and the powerful half-naked Sioux warrior standing before him was too enticing for Charlie, who instantly decided his morning routine could’ve been delayed, that day.

“I wouldn’t want be anywhere else, sir…” – Charlie hastened to say, with an excited smile that was soon reciprocated by the two Native Americans. “Good!” – Wahkan mused, winking at the boy – “For now, just stand next to the bed and watch. But I suggest you to take away some clothes, so to be… ready for any eventuality!”

Charlie didn’t need to be told twice, and quickly got naked, scattering his clothes all over the floor. Wahkan climbed on the bed, giving to the excited Charlie more delightful glimpses of his manhood as he knelt astride Chayton’s hips. He dipped a fingertip into the jar and used it to spread the mysterious concoction over his boy’s nipples.

 

~ Erotic trial ~

For a moment, nothing happened, but then Chayton flashed a surprised, questioning glance to his master, and his muscles slowly stiffened, thrusting up his chest, as if someone was titillating his nipples in the most exquisite, excruciating way.

“Ohh…” – Chayton moaned, half closing his eye, but never averting his gaze from Wahkan. “Use your words this time, Falcon” – the man said, using on purpose the guy’s Sioux name – “so to let our friend, too, know what you are feeling”.

 “It’s… oooh… it’s like having my titties tickled and licked by the most experienced tongue tip…” – Chayton uttered, trying to concentrate on his talk, but widely distracted by the extremely erotic sensation radiating from his chest – “It doesn’t burn or something, I actually don’t feel anything on my skin but… OOOHH!... I feel like a powerful sexual tension radiating from my nipples and flowing through my body… It’s just… nnngghh… irresistible!”

Chayton raised his hands, to touch his torso, but Wahkan stopped him: “Falcon, this is your test, your trial. You have to keep your hands away from your body. I know you’re feeling overwhelming sensations, and later on they will be much more erotic and arousing, but your inner strength must be stronger than any bodily urges”.

The young Sioux nodded, and with a positive effort placed his hands on the mattress, and forcefully kept them there. He briefly closed his eyes, but suddenly gasped and looked at his master, still straddling his hips, with a concerned expression. His youthful hormones, so wildly stimulated, had made his dick rise to full mast, and his glans was gently brushing his mentor’s nether portal… a portal that almost never had opened to anyone.

“Sacred One, I’m sorry…” – the boy murmured, using the man’s Sioux name, understanding that it was not just a sexual act, but an important step in his comprehension of his ancient heritage – “I can’t help it… Please don’t tell me I have to force my unruly manhood down, I… I just can’t… OOOHH!”

Chayton’s hips had an involuntary twitch and his cock head pressed harder on his master’s almost hairless hole, and he looked up at Wahkan with a streak of desperation in his eyes, as he didn’t want to be disrespectful to his master, but despite his efforts he couldn’t keep his body under control.

“Don’t worry, Falcon” – Wahkan replied with empathy – “Your body is just answering to Mother Nature’s call. Not even the strongest mind can oppose to Nature’s power. Just keep your hands away, that’s all I want you to do”.

He rose on his knees and scrambled backwards, moving his ass away from his boy’s stiff member and dipping again his fingers into the jar; he took a small glob of the dense cream and lowered his finger to the engorged cock, gently smearing the concoction all over the sensitive exposed glans. He then stepped out of the bed, placed the jar on a table and looked intensely at his boy: “Now you are on your own, young Falcon. I can’t help you. Find the strength inside you, be the man I know you are”.

Charlie, who so far had watched with rapt eyes at his friend, fighting his battle against the extremely erotic sensation he was feeling, held his breath, guessing that if a small amount of concoction on the guy’s nipples could rouse such powerful sexual urges, the larger glob smeared on his cock head soon would’ve brought him to unbearable peaks of erotic tension.

He didn’t have to wait long. Chayton inhaled sharply, his body tensed and his hips rose up. His hands gripped the bedsheets tight and his mouth opened up in a silent scream.

Charlie was rock hard, just looking at the arousing sight of the young, manly body washed away by waves after waves of irresistible sexual pleasure; and when he peeked at Wahkan, he noticed that his loincloth couldn’t hide the man’s roaring erection. But Chayton was bravely resisting his urges to caress himself, and Wahkan, too, was forcefully keeping his hands down, lightly gripping his thighs, so he had no choice but face his own, private sexual trial, and linked his hands behind him, so as not to touch himself.

“Oooohh… OOOOHHH!!” – Chayton moaned, tossing his head from side to side and spasmodically gripping the bedsheets – “It’s wonderful… it’s… mmmhh… it’s overwhelming… I feel on fire! Ah! I must not… not… I can’t resist… AAAARRGGHH!!!”

Chayton’s cock throbbed hard, stood perfectly still for a long, never-ending moment, and then exploded in a fountain of youthful cream that flew up in the air and splatted down on the writhing body. One, two, three… eight powerful jets of white juice flooded Chayton’s torso and dripped down to the bedsheets, while the guy convulsed in the mind-blowing orgasm.

 

~ A hard step to take ~

Slowly, the contractions ceased, and Chayton’s half-open eyes revealed a total exhaustion, as if the wild orgasm had drained every ounce of his manly essence. But quickly his exhausted expression gave way to a worried, almost fearful smirk. “It goes on… ooohh… it goes on!!” – he exclaimed with chocked voice, as the powerful concoction kept stimulating him in an excruciating way, despite the massive orgasm that made his body oversensitive.

“AH! No… No…! NNNGGHH!” – he moaned loud, keeping his eyes shut for the overwhelming sensation. He shot a desperate glance to his master: “Please sir… I can’t… It’s too much! I failed, Sacred One! Make it stop, I… OOOHHH! …I can’t bear it!”

“Yes, you can” – Wahkan replied with grave voice – “You are a powerful Sioux, you have the strength inside you”.

Charlie looked at the two Sioux glancing to each other with great intensity, and slowly Chayton’s body relaxed, and the grimace of pain on his face was replaced once more by a sheer, almost numbing pleasure. Charlie stifled a smile of affection, understanding that Wahkan, despite his promise not to help his boy in any way, had found a way to soothe his pain and let him take this hard step in his trial.

Again, Chayton’s hips started tilting up and down, moved by the irrepressible sexual urge that swept his entire body. Loud moans came from his open mouth, and for a moment he couldn’t stop his hand from raising from the mattress and moving closer to his throbbing cock, but with a herculean effort he placed it back down.

“Charlie, your friend needs you” – Wahkan said seriously to the boy, who was still straining for his own sexual tension – “But I warn you, you may get pleasure or pain, it all depends on the Falcon’s strength. I won’t force you in any way, it must be your decision. You’re free to go anytime”.

“I’m not going anywhere, sir” – Charlie replied with a tense, lustful tone – “I’m going to take whatever Chayton will give me. He needs me. And I… well, I want this too!”

“Then climb on the bed and offer your intimacy to my boy, and let him feast on you. But you, Falcon, have a great responsibility: try and find inside you the strength not to hurt your friend, he’s at your mercy and trusts you. Don’t fail him.”

Charlie quickly lay on the bed next to Chayton, on his back, and kept his legs bent over using his hands, so to offer to his friend an easy, unprotected access to his most private parts. Chayton seemed lost in a sexual frenzy when, in seconds, was over Charlie, pinned him down with his weight and placed his throbbing member at the boy’s rear entrance.

It was a harsh battle the one Chayton had to fight with himself. His body was trembling and his mind commanded to plunge the stiff rod all the way into the tender canal, no matter how painful it could be for his buddy. But the engorged cock entered the tight passage slowly, inch by inch, carefully, without giving Charlie any pain. The chocked screams that escaped the young Sioux’ mouth, along with the copious sweat dripping from his face, revealed the desperate effort he was putting in keeping his manhood restrained.

When Charlie felt that Chayton’s cock was fully buried into his tender flesh, he looked up at him and whispered: “Thanks buddy, now stop restraining yourself, give free rein to your lust! I’m well trained, you won’t hurt me!”

In a split second, Chayton’s hard cock became a piledriver, pounding Charlie’s ass harder then he’d ever been pounded in his life, not even by his bulky master Alex. Squirming under the merciless, almost beastly fuck, Charlie thought for a moment that he had bitten off more than he could chew. A long, liberating scream resounded in the room, and every single muscle of Chayton’s entire body joined to drive his cock deeper and deeper into the tight canal, with long powerful strokes that broke open, one by one, all of Charlie’s inner defenses.

“Aww… FUCK! Yes, YES!” – Charlie screamed, rhythmically shaken by the muscular hips crashing over his buttocks with mighty force over and over. He felt almost swept away by Chayton’s unrestrained ardor, but bravely welcomed the scorching hot rod inside his depths, offering to his lustful friend all he had to give. May it be the residual concoction forcefully pushed deep into his ass by Chayton’s enflamed ramrod, but Charlie felt like his chute was a fiery furnace that commanded to be stretched and filled to its limit, and beyond.

“I’m there, buddy! I’m about to burst!” – Chayton screamed, unable to slow down or adjust in any way his frantic fuck so to let his friend cum with him; but he didn’t need to worry, because Charlie had been on the verge of an explosive orgasm for what seemed ages to him.

Two howls of pleasure resounded in the room, while the two young bucks joined in a shaking climax, and their throbbing cocks spurted gallons of manly cream like two fire hoses. Their minds went numb for many long seconds, until Chayton, exhausted, crashed on the bed, next to Charlie, who was equally devastated by the mighty fuck.

Wahkan, still standing at the bed foot, was smiling at them. He slowly removed his loincloth, revealing his long, powerful stiff cock, and climbed on the bed with a lustful smirk. Charlie looked at him in awe, and despite feeling his ass on fire, he raised again his legs, offering his body to the ageless man.

“No, Charlie, you know the rules of the Cove. Senior men don’t make love to a boy without his master’s permission. I greatly appreciate your offer, though, especially knowing how sore you must be after such a forceful onslaught. But there’s a young man, here… – he said, turning to Chayton – “…who has proven beyond any doubt his great strength and manliness, and deserves a prize.”

He knelt astride his boy’s torso and offered his proud member to Chayton’s tender ministrations: “Drink my essence, Falcon, and we’ll be one” – he said in a firm, ritual tone, and Charlie felt like he was witnessing the most intimate and secret act those two exotic men could perform.

Chayton took his master’s meat in his mouth and started sucking it feverishly, with an ecstatic expression. Wahkan was so aroused that it took him only few thrusts of his boy’s mouth to stiffen in a sudden climax, and with a chocked gasp he poured all his manly juice, to the last drop, inside Chayton’s warm lips.

A deep silence fell in the room. No one said a word, while they exchanged meaningful glances to each other. Charlie thought that never in his life he’d felt joined so deeply with the two Sioux and looked up once more, with thankful and reverent eyes, at the mysterious, exotic, ageless man looking down on him.

 

~ A difficult departure ~

Kale looked around his room, tired, and heavily sat on the bed side with a loud sigh. It took him all the rest of the day to find a seat on a direct flight from LA to Kahului, on Maui island, and to fill a travelling bag and a big trolley with everything he might need when at home. He didn’t even know how long he would’ve stayed there.

He wanted to call home, to alert them about his arrival, but hesitated, because he didn’t want to create a fuss: the last thing he wanted was to cause anxiety or anger to his father, already severely tried by the illness. He decided to call his second cousin Laniakea, instead. They hadn’t met since he left Hana, his hometown, more than ten years before, and Laniakea was barely a teen, back then, but by now – Kale thought – he must’ve been old enough to pick him up at the airport, and smart enough to tell him which way the wind was blowing in the family, before showing up.

He chose wisely, because Laniakea made him feel at home, and dispelled Kale’s tension with his easy attitude, and told him he would be glad to drive him home from the airport.

«Time to talk with Beau…» – the counselor thought after closing the phone, and went upstairs to the attic.

“Entrez!” – was the familiar invite that came from behind the door, and he entered the room. “Hi Beauregard…” – he said in a small voice, and Beau shot at him an amused, questioning glance: “I already know I’m not going to like what you’re about to tell me” – the blond boss said, with a friendly smile – “When you use my full name is not a good sign!”

“It’s not true!” – Kale joked, but then became more serious: “Beau, I decided to go back home. If my father dies without me saying him goodbye, I’d never forgive myself. He’s… He’s my father…”

“I know what you are thinking and why you’re so cautious with me, but you said it yourself: my situation was very different; I just couldn’t forgive my father, but I’m glad you decided to try and reconcile with yours. I’m not only glad, I’m proud of you, Kale. What made you make up your mind?”

“I got wise advice from a wise man: Gerry. I know, he’s not interacting much with us, he always stays downstairs on his own but he’s such a nice and sensible person! He has deep wounds in his soul, but he’s good-hearted: look at what he’s done for Rowan! I mean, he barely knew me, but he didn’t turn his back on me, we really had a heart-to-heart talk, and helped me a lot…”

“Look at you!” – Beau joked – “I didn’t see such an enthusiasm for a newcomer since you met Rowan, the day he came here! Wait… you didn’t have sex with Gerry, like you did with Rowan, right? [1]”

“Fuck you, man” – Kale replied, laughing – “I’m not like Barry, who first fucks and then says hi! However… I have to admit he’s quite a teaser, in that department, he’s a real DILF! And if you now tell me I can’t even drool over a sexy hairy daddy, you can get lost!”

Beau moved closer to Kale and held him in a tight, loving hug: “This is the Cove, drooling over a sexy man just goes with the territory. But I love you, and no one can possibly love you more than me, always remember that”.

Kale held Beau tighter, as if he was afraid his lover could flee away. “I know you love me, Beau, and that’s why I feel so bad…” – he murmured. He looked deep into Beau’s eyes and added: “I’m going alone, Beau. Please, don’t feel hurt, I love you and I need you, but I have to do this alone”.

A fleeting sorrow darkened for a moment Beau’s features, but he was quick to hide it. “You have such a short memory…” – the blond man replied, looking lovingly into Kale’s eyes – “Didn’t I tell you that I would’ve been at your side no matter what you decided to do? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll terribly miss you, but I understand. Besides, having me there while you talk to your father would be a very bad idea, sure enough I’m the last person he would want to meet”.

Kale smiled, took his lover’s face into his hands and whispered, like in a dream: “If only he knew how wonderful you are…!” – and then gave him a long, passionate kiss.

Their tongues were still fighting for position when Beau felt Kale’s hands unbutton his shirt and make it fall to the floor. Moments after, his pants and underwear were forcefully pushed down to his ankles, in one swift motion. He hastened to step out of his clothes, and almost tripped when Kale, with a rascal glance in his eyes, started pushing him backwards, toward the bed.

 

~ Souvenir ~

With one last shove, Kale made him fall on the bed, on his back, naked, and hurriedly stripped off his own clothes. “Hey, man” – Beau said, excited – “you’re on fire tonight… If Gerry has this effect on you, you should go talk to him more often!”

“Asshole…” – Kale growled, climbing on the bed and forcefully bending Beau’s legs over his chest, so to reveal his lover’s back door – “…and I mean it. Literally!”

He dove his face into Beau’s puckered hole, and his tongue started intruding into the tight passage with short, strong thrusts, making Beau squirm for the unexpected and delightful sensation. They had made love a thousand times, but rarely Kale looked so assertive, so dominant, and Beau joyfully basked, once in a while, in the pleasure of totally surrendering to his handsome lover.

Kale, boosted by the pungent scent that filled his nostrils, ravenously munched on the sensitive skin. Beau’s hole relaxed and opened up to welcome the darting tongue, to then clench and spasm when the worming muscle tickled in a maddening way the tender skin all around.

The greedy mouth moved up to the stiff shaft to the mushroom head, while Kale covertly dipped his fingers into the jar of lube placed on the nightstand. Then, with a swift movement, he wrapped his lips around Beau’s engorged glans, pushing his middle and ring fingers deep inside his now loosened anus.

“Aww… FUCK!” – Beau exclaimed in ecstasy, taken aback by Kale’s unexpected and daring act, and he kept on moaning loud when the long, sinewy fingers started flinching against his joy button, deep inside his tender depths. “Oh, man… Oh, man…! Fuck!” – he said aloud, pressing hard his head down to the mattress and arching his muscular body to offer an even easier access to the sneaky fingers that were quickly, forcefully pushing him towards an untimely climax. “Please… please stop, I can’t hold back… No no no…. Ahh… FUUUCK!” – Beau screamed with frustration when Kale, a moment before he could explode, halted and withdrew his mouth and hands from his body.

“You make me lose my mind, man…” – Beau groaned, breathless, delightfully torn between his compelling need to cum and the utmost frustration of the sudden denial – “Don’t do it again, I wouldn’t survive…”

“Why…” – Kale replied with a lustful grin, kneeling behind Beau’s raised legs – “Do you prefer me to do… THIS?”

With a mighty thrust, Kale sank his rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt into Beau’s well-lubricated hole, and then started a powerful pounding, driving his rod almost completely out to then shove it in again and again.

“Putain! Aww… Merde!!” – Beau screamed, so lost into the sudden pleasure to relapse to his first language. He didn’t know Kale could be so forceful, so manly, so sexy! And looking at him, through his raised legs, he was truly irresistible, able as he was to tilt back and forth at a madly pace his hips, well-trained in the Hula dance, while his torso stood almost perfectly still.

“I’m about to leave, Beauregard…” – The Hawaiian said with coarse voice – “…but I want to give you a souvenir, something to remember me by. And I’m going to leave it deep inside you…”

Kale’s cock was a piston, relentlessly smashing on Beau’s sensitive prostate; and for Beau, already harshly tried by the recent denial, that last lustful, brazen sentence was too much to bear, and he suddenly stiffened at the peak of an excruciating climax: “You’re such a fuckin’ stud, man! You’re making me… Aaahh… AAARRGGHH!!!”

The blond muscleman bucked wildly on the mattress, still impaled on Kale’s stiff cock, and mighty jets of man cream rose high in the air and fell with an audible splat all over his wide chest, pooling in the deep cleft of his pecs.

Kale realized he had pushed Beau a little too much, and had made him cum too early; he was not ready, yet, and his groin commanded him to keep on fucking the tender ass, no matter what; but he knew how sensitive Beau was after such a powerful orgasm, so he slowed down and halted, looking at his heaving lover, lying on the bed with his head turned to the side, devastated by the force of the climax.

Soon Beau’s deep blue eyes half-opened and turned to Kale with a pleading glance: “Don’t stop man! Fuck me, hurt me, I don’t care, but give it to me, don’t stop, I need you, man!”

Those words were like a lash, a delightful, sensual lash that forced Kale’s cock to instantly set back in motion; and despite the unpleasant shivers running along Beau’s spine, the smile that spread over his handsome face was happy, ecstatic.

The powerful thrusts made Beau’s now limp cock bounce over his groin, and despite the discomfort, the blond stud clenched hard his anal rings, so to give to his lover the greatest pleasure. Kale soon inhaled sharply and tensed in the sweet agony of the climax, while his face blushed for the intensity of the orgasm.

Beau looked at him with rapt eyes and breathed: “This is my souvenir… I will remember you like you look in this very moment until you’re back to me!”

 

~ High-flying tension ~

The next morning, Kale was leisurely relaxing in his seat at 30,000 ft above the Ocean, with destination Hawaii. But he was relaxing only in appearance, because tangled thoughts stirred deep inside his soul. He was a counselor, and he felt natural to try and put his thoughts and his conflicting feelings in order.

Was he happy to go back to his homeland? Yes, he was, no doubts about it. Even the name of the airport he was heading to, Kahului, roused comforting and happy memories into him. Kahului was the largest town in Maui, and he remembered when he was barely legal and used to go there with his older cousins, to grab a beer or watch the latest action movie.

And then Hana, the small rural village where he was born and raised, a heavenly place encased between a lush forest and wonderful beaches, where he learned to swim, and then to surf. Well, maybe those weren’t the most beautiful beaches in Hawaii, Kale admitted, but damn, he loved that place. And how heartbreaking it was, when he moved to Honolulu, to get his degree in Psychology! Honolulu wasn’t that far, but while saying goodbye to his parents and his sister he sensed that a definitive change was occurring in his life.

And definitive it was, in a sense, because his mother died soon after, making him realize that now he was no longer a boy, but a man. He remembered well his mother’s funeral, with the whole family coming from the surrounding villages, the traditional Luau feast, with the Hula dance performed by the male members of the family and friends, the flowers from his mother’s burial Lei, the traditional necklace, floating on the Ocean, to then disappear beneath the waves…

But then other memories came to Kale’s mind, the harsh critics received by his father when he accepted his first job in Florida, as he expected him to come back to Hana after graduating; and the awful pressure his father put on him not to divorce from his wife, because that would’ve brought dishonor to his family: according to him, a man who couldn’t keep his woman was half of a man!

And then those words, those horrible words as painful as a scorching blade, that his father shouted at Kale, when he told him that he had moved to California, to follow his true love, Beau. A man. A man loving another man was something his father’s narrow mind couldn’t even conceive…

“You’re not a man!” – he had shouted at the phone – “I won’t survive the disgrace you’re causing to our family! You’re not my son anymore, you hear me? I wish you were dead! Better dead than a homo!”

 

Sitting in his comfortable seat, at 30,000 ft above the Ocean, Kale felt hot tears rolling down his face, just like it happened that distant day when his father disowned him as his son. Several years had gone by since that day, but the pain was still heartbreaking.

«It will be a very, very hard journey…» – he thought, while a graceful exhaustion fell upon his tormented mind, and he reclined his head on the backrest.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] See Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 4, ‘Love conquers all’.