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.
Laniakea is adamant in being a strictly 'top' guy, but when he talks about that with Barry, the sexy worker widens... Laniakea's perspectives.
After pondering it a lot, Beau proposes to Kale: the news about the surprising marriage makes happy everyone... but Barry, who gets unexpectedly tense and thoughtful. Alex and Stewart try and soothe Barry's tension in the time-honored way, while Beau and Kale, unaware of Barry's struggles, rush to get everything ready for the imminent ceremony.

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Synopsys

Beau and Kale get married at Maison de la Motte, with a romantic, and somewhat hilarious ceremony. Before and after the marriage, both the staff and Barry have some fun under the bedsheets.

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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 21-30 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 30 – HUSBAND AND... HUSBAND ≈

 

~ Setting up the stage ~

At Maison de la Motte, the butler LaCour was running around like a madman, checking every dish, every piece of silverware, the table linen, the uniforms for the additional waiters, the wedding arch, the seats, the flowers and a million other things. He was anxious, as this was the very first important event held at the Maison since he’d been hired, and he would’ve died, rather than disappoint Beauregard.

He ran down to the kitchen and peeked inside, without actually entering the ample room, because they all were extremely attentive to hygiene, and also because that was the chef’s undisputed reign: even the butler, despite being in charge of the entire house, had to ask permission before setting foot in the kitchen.

“How are things going here, Marco?” – LaCour nervously asked to the hunky Italian chef – “You are not behind schedule, are you? Are you sure that having Evan as your only helper is enough? I can call the agency and have them send someone…”

Marco laughed, in his deep, husky voice, without stopping kneading the dough. “Everything’s perfectly fine here, amico mio, Evan and I have everything under control. Speaking of which… Hey, Evan! I’ve my hands full already, but my balls are killing me. Come here and suck me off, please, nothing fancy, just a quick blowjob to get my rocks off!”

“MARCO!!!” – LaCour screamed, his voice strained with a sincere desperation.

Marco’s thunderous laughter boomed in the kitchen: “I got you, LaCour! Ha ha ha!! Did you really think I could get a blowjob in the kitchen? Ha ha ha!”

“It wouldn’t be the first time…” – the butler replied, piqued, but Marco shook his head: “True, young sir Charlie gave me the best head ever, once, here in the kitchen, but I was not cooking, and we actually were in the washroom. Now, calm down, amico mio, everything will be perfect. They’re not hundreds of people, after all, they’re just fifteen!”

“Seventeen, counting the family doctor and the Judge. And it’s a five-course formal dinner!” – LaCour replied, almost hysterical for the anxiety – “Everything must be absolutely perfect! If anything goes wrong I… I will fire you! You have been warned!”

Marco ignored the butler’s harsh tone and turned around to look at him, wearing a randy grin on his face. He went close to LaCour, without actually touching him (hygiene first!), but close enough to let him smell his breath when he growled: “You’re so sexy when you bark your orders! Look at these hands…” – he said, showing off his big beefy hands, covered with flour – “I can do wonders with these hands… They can be rough, when needed, but as delicate as a butterfly, too. Trust me. Now, will you let my hands… do their magic?”

That was Marco: even when talking about something innocent like cooking, there was always a heavy sexual undercurrent flowing along with his words. LaCour gulped down dry, falling under the spell of the tanned Italian stud, and his anxiety suddenly vanished, replaced by something much more primal. “Yes, please, do your magic…” – he murmured, looking straight into Marco’s dark eyes.

Marco smiled, intimately wondering why he’d never fucked that sexy butler, so far. Sure enough, it would’ve been wonderful to see the man, always perfectly attired, lying on the bed, panting and exhausted, with his hair disheveled and his clothes scattered all around. “Molto bene” – Marco said with a wink – “I’m going back to my cooking, now; as for any other kind of magic… it will happen, sooner or later. You’ve been warned!”

And with that, he turned his back to the speechless (and quite aroused) butler and went back kneading the dough.

LaCour closed the kitchen door and headed upstairs, feeling his head light and his manhood stiff, and wondered how on hearth he never let that hunk of a man fuck him…

He was checking the silverware for the umpteenth time, when the housekeeper Dawson entered the dining room. “You’ll end up wearing those plates thin, if you keep polishing them every five minutes…”

While in any other house it would be inappropriate for the housekeeper to take such liberties with the butler, LaCour looked up at the tall black man and smiled wide. There was a great complicity between them, since the day, not long before, that they made love, and LaCour found out with surprise that under Dawson’s extremely uptight demeanor was hiding a tireless lover, capable of wearing out a man in his prime [1].

“You’re right” – LaCour replied with a knowing glance and a seductive tone – “I definitely know how these plates can feel, relentlessly brushed like this, over and over, to exhaustion. Better let them rest!”

The sexual hint was way too obvious to be mistaken, and Dawson looked around nervously: “Not here, LaCour…”

“There are only the two of us here” – the butler replied, getting closer to the housekeeper – “You’re always so tense when it comes to… sex…”. He said the last word in a sensual breath, looking straight at the black man, who squirmed with a bit of uneasiness. LaCour smiled, spotting a growing bulge into Dawson’s black trousers, and said in a randy tone: “I can’t possibly do anything more, this morning. I’m going upstairs to rest a bit before the family comes. Are you… coming with me?”

Dawson shifted from foot to foot: “You mean… to make… love?” – he gasped – “During working hours? We can’t LaCour, you know it!”

“OK, your choice…” – LaCour said with a cheeky grin, swiftly sneaking a hand inside Dawson’s jacket and tickling his nipple. A sudden, lustful gasp welcomed his unexpected gesture, as well as a visible twitch in the man’s pants. “I’m going. I can’t resist a minute longer inside this tight uniform, I can’t wait to lie on my bed… totally naked…”

“Have… Have a nice rest” – Dawson replied, turning around with a visible effort and heading to the door.

 

~ High Noon ~

Dawson moved to the laundry, to check if there was a sufficient supply of clean bedsheets, but when he got there he didn’t remember what he was supposed to check. He couldn’t concentrate on his job, as the stiffness in his pants constantly reminded him LaCour’s enticing words.

He tried again to think to something to check, but the only thing that came to his mind was a vision of LaCour, naked, lying in his bed. «Fuck!» – he thought, nervously – «I’m trying to do my job here, and he… he says such things… Fuck!»

He nervously adjusted his junk, trying unsuccessfully to subdue his erection, and when he realized that his efforts only made things worse, he felt pissed off. He angrily walked out of the laundry and headed to the stairs, with a determined expression: «This is totally unprofessional on his part!» – he thought, stomping his feet on the steps – «I’m going to give him a piece of my mind!»

He rushed to the attic and stormed into LaCour’s room: “Man, you can’t go around…” – he began, but abruptly stopped, lying his eyes on LaCour sprawled on the bed, completely naked, with one leg bent at the knee and slowly massaging his hard tool.

Dawson closed the door and menacingly got closer to the bed: “Look at what you’ve done!” – he said aloud, unbuttoning with trembling hands his pants and lowering the underwear, until his hard black cock bounced out, as stiff as a pole. “Is this what you wanted? Well, man, now you’re going to get it! And you’ll get it dry, so next time you’ll think twice!”

The tall black man quickly stripped naked and jumped on the bed; with a forceful move, he raised LaCour’s leg and pierced his ass with his aching cock, without even spitting on it. It took a moment to his mind to realize that LaCour’s ass was delightfully slick with lube. “You… You lubricated yourself?” – he asked with surprise, while his hips, answering to a superior call, started rocking back and forth – “How… How did you know that I… well… that I would’ve come here…”

“A lucky guess!” – LaCour replied with an urchin grin, but then his expression morphed into a tender, loving smile: “Or should I say a fond hope…”

Dawson’s thrusts slowed down, while he suddenly felt his irrational anger fade away: “LaCour… Floyd… I’m sorry…”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Hunter” – the butler replied, moaning for the pleasure that Dawson’s big black cock was giving him – “I’m in heaven… nnnggh… Make love to me, man… Ooohh… How bad I needed this! And you, too, Hunter… Release your tension…”

Once again, LaCour realized how masterfully Dawson could use his manhood. What started as an angry punishment had quickly become a blissful act of tender bromance, and the butler squirmed with delight under Dawson’s cock. In and out, in and out, for a long time the stiff pole sensually brushed against the velvety walls of LaCour’s intimacy, titillating his prostate at each thrust.

“Ooohh.. Hunter… Tu es fantastique…” – LaCour moaned, keeping his eyes closed – “I’d like you to do this to me every day, every night… Why do we have to wait for so long? Why do I have to trick you into making love to me? Nnnngghh… It feels so gooood…”

By now, Dawson was in full ‘I-can-fuck-you-until-tomorrow’ mode; his long black tool effortlessly slid in and out of LaCour’s tender chute at a fast pace, with a chronometrical precision, without ever slowing down. Every time the fat knob brushed over his joy nut, LaCour reacted with a chocked squeal of pleasure.

Dawson looked down at him and smiled: “You’re giving me a great pleasure, but you know what really turns me on, Floyd? Looking at you, fighting to keep your feelings under control, but quickly surrendering yourself to my manhood. You’re so fucking sexy, man, squirming and gasping like that… I know how sensitive you are, and I know I can drive you mad if I do… this…”

He started fucking LaCour with short rapid strokes, perfectly aiming at his sensitive inner gland and hitting it with a barrage of blows. The butler suddenly stiffened, while his eyes rolled to the back for the exquisite, overwhelming feeling: “Putain! Fuck, you’re killing me! I’m so close… Hunter, I’m so close…! Awww…. Oui! Oui! AAARRGGHH!!”

Arching his back for the tension, LaCour stiffened and a thick plume of man cream erupted from his cock and created a long white stain on Dawson’s black skin. Again and again, LaCour’s prostate pumped manly seed until the butler’s balls were drained.

And still the black rod was ravaging his insides, tireless and unstoppable.

“Already drained?” – Dawson mocked LaCour – “You don’t really think that one weak load is enough for me, do you?”

Dawson’s hand curled around the butler’s cock and started stroking it slowly, eliciting groans of discomfort from him. “Nnngghh… Hunter, please… You know I’d give you anything, every inch of me, but not today… I know you can go on fucking me for hours, but the family is coming… Please… Please…”

“You’re so damn gorgeous when you have that exhausted, pleading expression…” – Hunter replied, ramping up his thrusts into LaCour’s sensitive canal and giving free rein to his lust – “No man can resist watching you like this… Ggghh… Aww fuck… FUUUCK!!”

LaCour could clearly feel Dawson’s cock pulse wildly into his loosened ass, flooding it with gallons of pent-up juice. And though the butler felt a growing anxiety for the upcoming event, he would’ve wanted that moment to never end: Dawson’s face, concentrated in the throes of his pleasure, and his muscles twitching and flexing in the delightful agony of the climax almost made LaCour cum again.

When they could catch their breath, Dawson looked down at LaCour and smiled tenderly. “You’re incredible, Floyd…” – he said in a sweet tone, and lowered his head to kiss the butler, but Floyd turned his head away, stopping him: “Please, Hunter… You know I don’t do that.”

Dawson felt uneasy. That thing of ‘doing anything but kissing’ sounded too much like what many prostitutes do, as they feel that kissing is too personal, too intimate: an intimacy that their clients don’t deserve.

“Hey man, it’s me you’re lying with…” – Dawson murmured, feeling hurt, and LaCour looked up at him with a contrite expression: “I’m sorry, Hunter… I do care for you, I really do, but… it’s stronger than me…”

Dawson was about to give to LaCour a cold reply, but glancing in his eyes he saw a hidden pain, a hint of shame that moved his heart. “OK, man. No pressure. I hope that one day you will allow me to kiss you… and will tell me what’s in your heart. You say you ‘care for me’, and I’m not sure what I feel for you, as it’s too early, but sure enough what I feel is more than ‘I care for you’…”

The black housekeeper rose on his knees with a sigh and moved out of the bed. “Get up, Floyd” – he said with a sincere smile, pulling his buddy by the hand – “We have a marriage coming, and everything must be perfect!”

 

~ Le Vicomte de Saint-Julien ~

Kale and Beauregard moved from the Cove to Maison de la Motte well in advance of the wedding ceremony, so to get dressed and be ready in time and not to have the guest wait. They chose to use separate rooms to get dressed, unwilling to step into each other’s toes…. or at least this is what Beau said, when he insisted to dress up alone.

Fifteen minutes ahead of the ceremony, that was scheduled at 4pm, Kale came out from his room, feeling gorgeous into his perfectly tailored white tight. Instead of a classic tie, he’d chosen a light mauve short cravat tightened by a small diamond lock that shone like his smile.

He looked at the clock and hastened to knock on Beau’s door: “Are you ready? It’s getting late!” – he said through the closed door – “May I come in?”

“Err… No… wait…” – came Beau’s tense voice from inside – “I’m ready, but…”

“OK, I’m coming in!” – Kale replied, turning the door knob, but Beau stopped him: “Wait! You… You won’t laugh at me, will you?”

“Have you decided to get married in a clown costume?” – Kale giggled, and his curiosity heightened when Beau said: “I told you, the Viscount of Saint-Julien has to wear a specific dress for the marriage and it’s… well… a bit old-fashioned, a bit too formal, and I…”

“Oh, stop it!” – Kale exclaimed, opening the door, and suddenly his eyes widened, looking at Beau. The suit he was wearing was just a formal black tight, a bit old-fashioned, yes, but perfect for the occasion. What was almost incredible to see was the ample satin cape draped on his shoulders, hooked on the front with a large golden chain holding the historic crest of Saint-Julien. And if that wasn’t enough, a tall top hat graciously crowned Beau’s head, making him look like a gentleman from a long forgotten era.

“Good gracious, Beau, you’re… you’re a sight!” – Kale breathed when he recovered from the shock, and suddenly seemed to feel a bit uncomfortable: “I didn’t imagine… I didn’t know… Maybe my attire is not suitable for…”

“You’re perfect” – Beau interrupted him – “You’re a dream come true.”

Kale looked up at Beau and the sheer love and the sincere admiration he spotted into his beautiful blue eyes instantly put him at ease. “Are we really doing it?” – Kale murmured and Beau giggled: “I didn’t wear like this to have a pizza! Let’s go, everyone must have already arrived.”

They went downstairs and Beau turned to the ample windows leading to the garden, where the wedding area should’ve been set up, but there was no wedding arch, no chairs, nothing.

“They forgot to set up the garden!” – Beau exclaimed, suddenly alarmed, but Kale took him by hand: “I asked LaCour to set up the wedding area in a different location. It may be a bit… unconventional, but I’m sure you’ll appreciate it. Come!”

Kale gently pulled Beau out of the main door, and then walked the thin path leading to the old stable. He felt Beau hesitate, while many memories, some tragic and some beautiful, crowded his mind [2]. “You’ll see” – Kale reassured him – “It will be wonderful.”

Getting closer, they saw Charlie and Chayton sneaking out of the big wooden door and taking their places at its sides. “We’re going to make a grand entrance, apparently…” – Kale giggled to Beau.

When they got to the door, Chayton smiled wide and Charlie sighed, admiring the two beautiful men. “Everyone’s inside, waiting for you.” – Charlie said, and Chayton added: “Are you ready, sirs?”

Beau nodded, and the boys, in sync, opened the wide double door. The entire Cove was there, plus Doc Jade, who was considered a sort of honorary member; seeing the two men coming in, they all leapt on their feet and started clapping cheerfully. Beau’s sumptuous attire didn’t go unnoticed and raised many whistles and admired comments.

Beau’s mouth sagged open, looking at how beautiful the old barn looked. There were flowers and candles everywhere, a long purple runner going from the door to the center of the stable; and there, in the very center, in the warm sunlight cone flowing from the circular opening in the roof, there was a romantic wedding arch decorated with purple and yellow flowers, Beau’s favorites.

The beautiful decorations contrasted with the rustic look of the building, and even more with the ‘seats’ offered to the guest, that were simple hay bales. “This is just crazy!” – Beau exclaimed, and Kale joked: “Duh! Not crazier than your dress…!”

 

~ ‘I do’ ~

At the sides of the wedding arch, Barry and Gerry, the best men, were standing proudly, with wide smiles on their faces. Under the arch, the officiant was waiting for them in his black long robe. “Judge Garcìa!” – Kale exclaimed with surprise – “I didn’t know you would officiate our marriage!”

“I couldn’t pass the chance…!” – he replied, shooting a sideway glance at Barry, sexier than ever in a stretch black shirt generously open on his hairy chest – “Now, if you’re ready, we can begin… I will spare you the bla-bla and the ‘speak now or forever hold’, as I guess that everyone here is more than willing to see you two married. Right?” – Garcìa asked, glancing at the guests sitting around. Gracefully, no one said anything, so the Judge added with a friendly smile: “You can exchange your vows.”

Beau took Kale’s hands and looked straight at him, took a deep breath and said: “For a long time I fooled myself, pretending that I was not in love with you, and I even hurt you, denying my feelings. I didn’t do that out of selfishness, I was just plainly scared, because what I felt for you was something I couldn’t control, something that ruled my mind and my heart. In this very place I lost someone I really loved, and I didn’t want to love anymore, I didn’t want to feel that pain ever more. But then I realized that my heart had chosen you, without any doubt whatsoever, in spite of my stupid fears. My heart started belonging to you since we first met in that bistrot in Juan-les-Pins [3]. I’m not scared anymore, now: I know what I feel and I’m not afraid to shout it to the world. I’m yours, Kale, and I want to be yours for all the years to come. I love you, now and forever.”

It took a moment to Kale to realize that Beau had stopped talking. His words had been so tender, so full of love that he momentarily lost himself into his blue eyes.

“I have a confession, too” – Kale then replied, after gulping down nervously – “When you proposed to me I was about to faint for the shock. I’ve always known that I loved you deeply, since the day you took me by hand and brought me into your wonderful world, in that small room in Pigalle [4]. I can’t even imagine my life without you. But never in my life I would’ve thought we could get married, one day. Still in this moment, while exchanging vows with you, a part of my mind can’t believe to what’s happening. I mean, I’m… I’m getting bound to you for the life! And it’s just… wonderful. You are my lover, my man, my friend, my everything. And you are my Cove, as you showed me my way, you taught me to love, in your arms I can find soothing words and feel safe. I feel like I was born to love you, and sure enough I will love you till the end of my days.”

After a meaningful silence, Judge Garcìa cleared his throat and said formally: “Beauregard Rice-Duncan de la Motte, do you take Kale as your lawful husband?”

“I do” – Beau replied with a childish smile, glancing at Kale sideways.

“Kale Ali'ikai Kahananui, do you take Beauregard as your lawful husband?”

“I do, with all my heart” – Kale replied, holding tighter Beau’s hand.

Out of nowhere, Brennan appeared next to them bearing a small pillow with two beautiful wedding bands. “You can exchange the rings…”, Judge Garcìa said; Beau took one band, pointed it to Kale’s ring finger and said: “With this ring, I marry you…”; and Kale did the same, and the emotion made his voice as unsteady as his hands.

“And now, under the authority granted me by this County and the State of California” – Judge Garcìa said aloud – “I hereby pronounce you men and w… uhm… I pronounce you married to each other! Damn, the County should update the wedding formula!”

Everyone giggled and the Judge hastened to add: “Oh, and you can kiss each other, now, of course! What are you waiting for?”

Kale smiled and leaned to Beau, who suddenly recoiled and said: “Not yet, we’re not done. I’m bound… ehm… to speak an old formula in French, regarding my title. It’s just a minor thing, nothing to really care for, but I have to…”

Kale noticed Beau’s embarrassment and narrowed his eyes with suspicion, as it was not the first time he mentioned that special rite with visible uneasiness. But that was their special day, and nothing could ruin the romantic vibes, so Kale flashed a condescending grin and said: “OK, I’m not going anywhere. Go ahead…”

Beau stood tall, took Kale’s hands and said in French: “Le Vicomte de Saint-Julien daigne vous prendre pour femme et Vicomtesse jusqu'à ce que la mort vienne prendre l'une ou les deux.”

Kale didn’t speak French fluently, but his happy expression was clouded by a sudden vexation: “Seriously?” – he said under his breath to Beau – “You deign to take me?? As your wife and Viscountess??”

“Till… Till death do us part…” – Beau replied, mortified – “You heard the judge, the old formulas can be weird… Please Kale… It’s important for me, it’s a family tradition…”

“Uhm…” – Kale gave in, realizing that Beau was truly abashed – “What should the Viscountess reply, ‘I do’?”

“Well… You should reply… ‘Merci’” – Beau said in a whisper.

Kale rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, then shoot an urchin glance at Beau and said through his teeth: “Tonight you’ll pay for this…”, and then, in a louder voice, “Merci! And now if you don’t kiss me immediately, you can go on honeymoon alone!”

Beau’s face distended in a tender smile and gave such a passionate, loving kiss to Kale that he felt like melting into Beau’s arms. Loud cheers, whistles and more than a few lewd comments echoed in the barn, while everyone clapped his hands enthusiastically.

When they parted, Kale looked straight at Beau and whispered: “Aloha, husband…!”, and Beau replied: “Now and forever, husband…”

And those were the last words they could exchange, because everyone crowded around the newlywed couple, eager to congratulate them and comment the beautiful ceremony. At some point Kale felt someone tap on his shoulder and heard a familiar voice say: “May I offer my sincere felicitations?”

“Doc Jade!” – Kale exclaimed happily, realizing with a pang of shame that he totally forgot to invite him, when hurriedly planning the marriage with Beau – “I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you!”

“Sorry for my rumpled suit” – Jade joked, pointing his finger at Beau – “but do you know when did you husband call to tell me to come? This morning! Will you believe it? This is the man you just married, watch out!”

“Beau!” – Kale exclaimed, feigning a reproachful tone but with a thankful glance – “You’re really unpardonable! After all, you two are quite… intimate, I’d say, after Jade gave you his… ehm… most precious fruit!”

“I didn’t give him!” – Jade joked – “He took it by himself! [5]”

They were interrupted by Barry’s booming voice: “Hey! Isn’t there anyone here starved like me? Let get into the house, y’all!”, and the boisterous crowd slowly flew out of the barn and headed to the Mansion, laughing and chatting.

 

~ Cocktails and Beer ~

Standing in the middle of the ballroom, LaCour heard the guest coming and briefly turned around, to check once more the young waiter Teddy Rodgers and his two helpers, hired for the night. The bow ties were straight and correctly knotted, the shirts were sparkling clean and the jackets were carefully ironed. Each waiter was holding a silver tray with some fancy cocktails on. “The family and the guests are coming, get ready. Be sure that everyone is properly served, and this includes the young sirs: they may be younger, but no less important than Monsieur Beauregard himself.”

The double door opened up and Beau came in with Kale, followed by all the guests. LaCour stepped towards them and said with a hint of a smile: “Messieurs, on behalf of the entire staff, let me extend to both of you our most heartfelt felicitations. The refreshments will be served in the ballroom.”

“Thank you, LaCour” – Beau kindly replied, with that special formal tone that actually hinted a true appreciation and a great esteem – “I’m sure my guest will feel pampered and will have all their needs satisfied”.

“Of course, Sir” – the butler replied, and gestured to the waiters to bring the cocktails. While everyone was being served a glass of a bluish drink with a small umbrella on top, Barry looked around the ample room, impatiently: he was not into fancy colored beverages like those, he craved something simpler, but he didn’t dare to ask.

“Ehm, sir…” – came a voice from behind, and when Barry turned around, he saw Rodgers, the young resident waiter, holding a small tray with a glass and an icy cold bottle of beer. “Teddy! You read my mind, I was actually wondering…”

“…who had you to fuck to have a beer?” – the young waiter replied with a timid grin, while his cheeks blushed.

“Exactly!” – Barry laughed, taking the bottle and ignoring the glass, but soon his expression became more serious: “I know what you have in mind, kid, and I’d more than glad to oblige. But by now you know me well… Intimately, I mean. Every time it’s not a walk in the park for you, and I don’t like hurting you…”

“Oh! Don’t worry about that, sir! I… trained myself, sir” – Teddy said in one breath – “to be sure to… accommodate you, so to speak…”

“Trained? How? That hunky handyman of yours, Lawrence?”

“A… A butt plug, sir. A very large one. I… I’ve been wearing it since this morning, sir.”

“Wait…” – Barry said, amused, lowering his voice – “Do you have a large plug up your ass in this very moment? This is fuckin’ hot, kid…”

“You won’t tell anyone, sir, will you?”

“It will be our secret” – Barry said under his breath – “Now you’d better go. We both would gladly skip the dinner and go straight to the… after-dinner, but I’m afraid we can’t. Thank you for the beer, kid, and stick around, in case I need… something, OK?”

“Of course, sir!” – Rodgers replied with a wide smile, and moved away.

«Fuck, it must be huge that thing up his ass…» – Barry though, looking at the effort the waiter was putting in walking straight. His hand moved to adjust his stiffening junk, but he forced himself not to do it: he usually didn’t give a shit about good manners and nice speaking, but that was Beau and Kale’s special night, and he loved them too much to act like a caveman.

After a short while, LaCour opened the door to the dining room and announced: “Messieurs, dinner is served”. Everyone moved to the adjacent room and took a seat, reading their names on small place cards. When they all were seated, Barry noticed that there was an empty seat next to him. Beau noticed the oddity, too, and asked to LaCour for an explanation.

“You are seventeen at the table, Sir” – the butler explained, looking sideways at Barry – “and someone may prefer to… ehm… add an eighteenth guest.”

Barry smiled wide: “That’s exactly what I was thinking! Hey, Teddy!” – he said aloud, gesturing to the waiter – “We need you, come sit down here!”

The waiter came closer with an alarmed expression, thinking to the huge butt plug filling and stretching his insides: “Sit down, sir? It would be… you know… inappropriate, don’t you think so?”

“I don’t think so…” – Barry replied, and firmly pulled Teddy down on the chair, maybe a bit more forcefully that he intended. Teddy sat heavily on the chair and couldn’t repress a smirk of discomfort, but he didn’t utter a single sound. It took a moment to him to catch his breath, and he looked at Barry with pleading eyes, feeling his cock getting stiffer in his pants, under the pressure of the massive anal intruder.

He couldn’t say anything, though, because the waiters began serving the guests, and the dinner officially started. While eating, Barry continuously teased Teddy, who felt so aroused that couldn’t even think to take a single bite from his own dish. “So what, kid?” – Barry murmured to him, while extending a hand under the table and placing it on the waiter’s throbbing bulge – “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Sir, please…” – he replied in a low voice, breathing heavily – “Don’t… Don’t do that… I… I can’t… Sir, I beg you! Tonight is too important, LaCour wouldn’t forgive me if I… wet my pants…!”

Barry smiled and withdrew his hand: “You’re as tense as a violin string, you must’ve built a whole lot of steam wearing that thing since this morning… Listen, this is what we’ll do: you now go to the kitchen and take me a beer; but before that, you sneak upstairs and take away that… thing from your ass. After you bring me the beer, you can go back to your duties, and I will see you… in private… after the party. OK?”

“Thank you, sir!” – Teddy replied, smiling shyly; he soon stood up, covering his shameful state with the napkin, and disappeared through the service staircase.

Dinner was something memorable. Chef Marco’s menu was mouthwatering and when he came out from the kitchen bringing himself the Tiramisù, there were many praising comments, both for the wonderful food and his sexual allure, that the formal chef blouse couldn’t hide. “Marco, you’ve really outdone yourself, tonight!”– Beau said with a wide smile – “And this dessert… I just love it!”

“I knew it was your favorite, Sir” – Marco replied with a randy glare in his eyes – “Do you know what Tiramisù means? ‘Lift me up’…”

Beau felt something stirring in his pants, and sure enough what was ‘lifting him up’ was not the Tiramisù: the hunky Italian chef was like a sex magnet to him… and to most of the other guys in the room.

“A perfect name for a perfect dessert…” – Beau replied, reciprocating the intense glance, but he was abruptly interrupted by Kale’s elbow hitting him in the side: “The punishment you’re going to get tonight is becoming worse by the minute…” – he said with a wink, and Beau giggled: “Whatever the Viscountess orders…”

“And with that you sealed your doom, monsieur” – Kale said aloud, raising loud laughter around the table.

 

~ After-dinner private party ~

After dinner, the crowd moved to the garden, where Beau and Kale cut the wedding cake and then made their first dance to the sound of the waltz played by a skillful pianist. They were a really beautiful couple and the love sparkling between their eyes was infectious. Everyone looked at them with adoring eyes and basked in the happiness of the moment.

Everyone but Barry. He felt impatient to go upstairs, as the boner he was nursing in his pants was quickly becoming too obvious to hide. He looked around and saw Teddy entering the house using the small service door and followed him. No one noticed him sneaking away from the garden.

Teddy was not aware of being chased by a wild beast in heat until he saw the door to his room crash open: Barry was in the doorframe, bare-chested, looking at him with a fire in his eyes. His intentions were more than clear, and Teddy didn’t say anything: he just stared at Barry and quickly stripped naked, revealing a throbbing hard-on.

Barry entered the room, closed the door and dropped his pants and his underwear: his wondrous cock was already at full mast, and it was a frightful vision, big and thick as it was. But Teddy wasn’t scared: this time he knew that he could take that monster meat in stride, after wearing his butt-plug for almost the entire day. With a shy smile, he silently lay on the bed and raised his legs, showing off his pink quivering rosebud.

“Mmmhh… That butt-plug worked its charm…” – Barry said with a rough tone, unceremoniously thrusting two fingers into the waiting hole – “You’re well loosened and oiled up already … This time I won’t go easy with you… I’m going to impale you on my cock with one single thrust… You can scream as much as you want, the house is empty, no one can save your ass from being split apart…”

Truth to be told, Barry’s aggressive attitude was just a part he was playing, as he knew that the young waiter loved to be manhandled a bit; he didn’t really want to scare him, but when Barry knelt on the bed and pointed his humongous cock to Teddy’s hole, the boy started shivering lightly.

“I won’t hurt you, kid, I was only joking… Are you scared?”

“It’s not that, sir… You’re so sexy, sir, and I’m so horny… That butt-plug kept me on the verge for the whole day… Please, fuck me, sir, I can’t resist a minute more!”

The sight of the boy, holding his legs apart and trembling with unrestrained horniness was irresistible for Barry, whose hips sprang forward and sank the thick rod all the way into the waiting chute, to the hilt.

“Aww… Fuck! Fuck NOOO!!!” – Teddy screamed, while his body, unable to bear anymore the sexual tension, surrendered to an untimely, explosive orgasm. Powerful shots of thick seed flew up in the air and fell down, splatting on Teddy’s chest. When the young cock stopped throbbing, Teddy looked at Barry with an ashamed expression: “I’m sorry sir… I was so tense, so horny that I couldn’t hold back…”

“I’m happy it happened” – Barry replied with a tender smile – “because now you can enjoy my cock for a long time…”

Ever so slowly, to keep the boy from feeling any discomfort, Barry’s cock started caressing Teddy’s sensitive insides; and Teddy, now relaxed after blowing out the excess steam, abandoned himself to the masculine firmness filling his depths.

Time became meaningless for Teddy, who felt like floating in a sea of pleasure, with Barry’s cock pumping confidently into him and touching him in all the right spots. Barry looked down at the boy with a proud smile, as seeing the young body squirm and shiver for the pleasure was boosting his ego.

At first neither of them was aware of the door opening, but when they heard a friendly “Hey kid, are you here?”, they stopped in their tracks. Lawrence, the handyman, froze in the doorway, too, and stared with surprise at his boy Teddy making love with Barry. There was a moment of tension, because Barry couldn’t know how Lawrence would’ve reacted; but he didn’t seem angry, he looked rather sorry.

“Oh… I’m… I’m sorry… It’s clearly the wrong moment…” – Lawrence murmured, and Barry had no doubts that the men felt a bit hurt to see his boy giving himself with such passion to another man.

“It’s actually the perfect moment, man” – Barry said, getting off the bed and pulling Lawrence closer – “Look at this boy… He needs a man… Look at his pink hole clenching and relaxing… He needs a stud to make love to him… A stud like you…”

Lawrence was like hypnotized by the sight of his boy looking at him with lustful eyes and Barry’s words echoing in his ears. He didn’t put up any resistance when Barry started stripping him and caressing his massive body, covered by thick blond hair.

“He’s ready for you, loosened and oiled, and craves your cock…” – Barry murmured, gently pushing Lawrence onto his waiting boy. It took just a moment for Lawrence stiff cock to find its way home into Teddy’s familiar chute, and filled him with much more than just inches of hard meat: the sparkles between them were unmistakable.

“Ooooohhhhh…. sir….” – Teddy sighed loud, in ecstasy – “You’re wonderful sir… nnngghh…”

Lawrence flashed a warm smile and started fucking his boy in earnest, under Barry’s smug eyes; as always in matter of sex, he’d guessed right: Lawrence felt hurt to see his own boy apparently prefer another man, and Barry wanted him to see how wrong he was.

But Barry wanted something else, too…

As soon as Lawrence felt Barry’s well-lubed thick cock intruding between his ass cheeks, he gasped loud: “What are you doing, Barry… You know that I… I don’t like…”

“You owe me one, Max” – Barry mused – “as I recall that last time it was my ass being drilled by your stiff rod, wasn’t it? [6]”

 

~ An insecure stud ~

Max shot a worried look at Teddy, as he didn’t want to humiliate himself under his boy’s eyes, but Teddy’s reaction surprised him: the boy was looking back at him in total awe. “You can do it, sir!” – Teddy whispered, misunderstanding the reason of Max’s anxiety – “Barry is so big, and it may hurt, but you’re not scared, are you, sir?”

“Scared?” – Max replied, thrusting out his muscular chest – “Go on, Barry, do your worst, I can take all you can give me, and then some!”

Barry made Max stand on his knees and pushed his cock against the tight hole; despite Max’s brazen invitation, Barry penetrated him with utmost care, so to let his ass, unused to being penetrated, to slowly stretch to accommodate Barry’s girth.

Teddy rose to his knees, in front of Max, and looked straight into his eyes: the boy knew what meant being opened up by Barry’s cock, and seeing his man taking it in stride was highly erotic for him: “Sir, you’re so sexy…” – he said in a low voice, stroking his own cock – “I could cum just watching you taking Barry’s cock…”

Barry was almost completely inside Max, and still the man had not uttered a single sound; but when Barry reached his inner sphincter and gently forced it open, Max rolled his eyes and a low growl escaped his lips.

“Oh, sir…” – Teddy exclaimed, won by the sexiness of his man’s reaction – “You’re making me cum… Aaahh… NNNGGHH!!”

Max opened his eyes when he felt thick streaks of boyish juice splatting over his hairy abdomen and looked at Teddy almost in disbelief: he was afraid to look like a loser, being penetrated by Barry that way, but his boy actually found him so sexy to cum like a fire hose, turning his hairy torso into a sticky mess.

“Fuck me, Barry…” – Max said with renewed confidence, looking straight at his boy – Fuck me hard, give it to me!”

This time Max’s request was granted in full, and Barry’s hips started slamming on the handyman’s muscular buttocks, while his cock drilled the tight passage with long, powerful thrusts. Max felt Barry’s big hands roaming his torso, pinching his nipples and tickling the hard ridges of his abs; the few guys who ever fucked Max in the past never did that, never took care of him that way: Barry wasn’t fucking him just to satisfy his own lust, he was sharing his pleasure with him! “Man, you’re something else…” – Max murmured, getting lost under the waves of pleasure submerging him.

Barry felt that Max couldn’t hold back much longer, and he didn’t want to hurt his pride fucking the cum out of him, so he looked at Teddy, lying on the bed, and said: “Hey kid! Your man needs some help down there…”

The young waiter didn’t need to be told twice, and instantly leaned to Max’s cock and started sucking it greedily. Barry’s powerful thrusts rhythmically pushed on Max’s hips, forcing his cock deeper into Teddy’s mouth. The boy gurgled and chocked, but didn’t back off.

“Yeah, stud…” – Barry said into Max’s ear – “Shove that big cock of yours down the boy’s throat… Make him gag on your massive meat… You’re a fuckin’ stud, man, and your boy is begging to drink your juice… Come on, make your boy happy…”

“Aww… FFFUUUCCKK!!!” – Max suddenly screamed, unable to cope anymore with the wet mouth sucking on his cock, his ass filled to the brim by Barry’s thick meat and the mesmerizing words spoken into his ear.

His mind went numb for the explosive force of his orgasm, and his hands instinctively gripped Teddy’s hair and pulled his face to his pubes, and held it there while shooting gallons of seed down the boy’s throat. Teddy was not used to such a rough treatment, he wasn’t expert enough, and chocked hard, but despite the tears flowing from his eyes, he felt exhilarated, and did his best to gulp down his man’s warm essence.

Max’s moans were coupled by Barry’s, who grunted loud and released his load deep inside the man chute, and for many long moments the room resonated with animalistic growls and screams of pleasure.

When drained, Barry pulled out and noticed that Max was very quiet, and flashed uncertain glances to his boy. «Better leave them alone…» – he thought, getting off the bed and moving to the bathroom.

When alone, Max, still standing on his knees, looked down at Teddy and murmured: “Sorry, kid, I shoved my cock down your throat so hard… I didn’t realize… I wasn’t thinking straight… Have I hurt you?”

“A stud like you can’t restrain his lust, sometimes, it’s just natural, sir…” – Teddy replied, looking up at him with adoring eyes – “You’re so sexy, sir, and when you grabbed my head I felt… I felt yours, sir…”

Max smiled, feeling a bit better. Despite having surrendered his ass to Barry, Teddy still looked at him like a stud-hero, and this made him feel warm inside. But his smile suddenly faded, feeling Barry’s semen seeping out of his loosened hole. That definitely didn’t fit the image of the stud Teddy was picturing moments before… He looked down between his legs, and then flashed an embarrassed glance at Teddy.

The boy hastened to take a tissue from the box on the nightstand and pressed it on Max’s anus, gently wiping it off. His small fingers lingered for a while on Max’s hole, while his cock got semi-hard again: “Sir… You were wonderful, taking Barry’s cock that way. The first time Barry tried to fuck me I screamed like a slaughtered pig and begged him to stop, while you… you’re so strong, so manly! I wish… I wish you could fuck me again, sir!”

Max laughed out loud, feeling boosted in his confidence by Teddy’s words. “I’d dearly wish I could do that, boy” – he said – “but there’s a party going on downstairs, and we’ve already missed most of it. If Mr. Rice-Duncan finds out we sneaked away he could feel disrespected, and we don’t want it, uh?”

 

~ Beau and Kale’s ‘first’ night ~

 “Beau wouldn’t think anything like that” – Barry said, coming out of the bathroom, bringing some clean towels – “But I’m dying to have a cold beer, and I’m too drained to fuck someone to get it. So, kid, will you be so kind to get me one… for free?”

Teddy giggled happy and quickly wiped himself off. “Give me just a moment, sir” – he hastily said, quickly getting dressed. When they all were ready, they went downstairs and sneaked out in the garden through the small service door. Beau spotted Teddy and Max coming out the door, glowing like Chinese lamps, and shot a knowing glance to Kale, but when they saw Barry sneaking out behind them, they both giggled. “I could recognize that special ‘Barry’ glow anywhere!” – Beau said, and Kale replied with a seductive wink: “Just wait a little, and soon you’ll see the special ‘Beau’ glow on me…”

“Mmmhh… you make me wish we could sneak out of the party like Barry, but unfortunately we can’t. This is our party, we’re like the ship captain, bound to be the last one to leave the sinking vessel…”

“Umph! I hate your European manners…” – Kale replied, pouting, but then he suddenly smiled – “No, I lied, I love them! I love everything of you. And now, husband, bring me again on the dance floor!”

Beau wasn’t lying: the party went on for hours, and when, one by one, his friends and guests retired yawning to their room upstairs, Beau wished goodnight and thanked each of them, until he and Kale were the only ones in the garden. LaCour, Dawson and the maids started to clean up the mess left by the guests, but Beau stopped them: “There is no rush, it’s very late. Leave everything as it is until tomorrow. You all have done an excellent job today. Excellent indeed! You made this day memorable, and I heartily thank you all. Now get some rest, and I don’t want to see anyone around the house until 10am!”

“Thank you, Sir” “You’re very kind, Sir” – Dawson and the maids replied, and went away. LaCour didn’t move: “Thank you, Sir, but I’m not going to bed before the family. Not in this life. Good night, Sirs. I’ve personally prepared the master bedroom for you.”

“You’re a gem, LaCour. Good night!” – Kale said with a smile, while pulling Beau toward the house. After a week of total abstinence, he felt impatient to roll in the nuptial bed with Beau. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” – Beau laughed, and in few moments they entered the main bedroom. “Aww… So romantic!” – Kale mused, looking at the table lamps covered with white cloths, the satin bedsheets and the red rose placed in the middle of the bed.

“Man, it was a long day! I’m exhausted!” – Beau sighed, taking away his jacket. “Don’t tell me… The party was wonderful, but I’m happy we can be alone, at last…”

“Yes, alone, at last!” – Beau replied, and held Kale tight. They kissed passionately while tearing away their clothes and soon they were naked. “I don’t know how you can do that…” – Kale murmured, diving his face into Beaus chest – “You’ve hosted a huge party, danced, drunk and run around for hours and you’re still fresh like a rose petal! But I’m not, I need a shower. But don’t worry, I won’t make you wait…”

Kale ran under the shower, washed himself thoroughly, toweled himself off and checked himself in the mirror: that was their special night, they had waited for it so long, and he wanted to be perfect for his husband.

«My husband… I can’t believe it!» – Kale thought, giggling, and headed to the bathroom door; he felt his cock twitch under the towel, foretasting what his husband was about to do to him. He opened the door wearing a wide smile, and Beau was on the bed, naked, sexier than ever… and fast asleep.

 

For a moment, Kale’s smile faded: that was supposed to be their ‘first’ night! But the serene, almost childish expression on Beau’s face brought again a tender smile on Kale’s face. “I can’t possibly love you more than this…” – he murmured under his breath, and lovingly pulled the satin sheets over Beau.

“Good night, husband…” – he whispered, sneaking under the bedsheets, and switched off the lights.

 

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