The Cove

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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. Thanks to Gerry's sensibility, Kale decides to go back to Hawaii to pay a visit to his dying father, despite his fear to be rejected again.

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Synopsys

During a fishing trip, Rick gets from Barry more than he bargained for; Stewart feels overshadowed by Barry's sexual prowess, but Rick finds the right words to make things straight with his man. Chayton misuses the ancient power of his people and hurts LaShawn, causing Jorell's wrath. [⏳: 25’]

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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 1-3 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 3 – THE BOYS TAKE RISKS ≈

~ An empty chair ~

While Kale was flying to his homeland, at the Cove it was lunch time. All the men and the boys gathered in the dining room and took their seat at the large round dining table, waiting for Rick to serve the delicious food he always prepared for them all.

But that day the conversation wasn’t lively as usual, out of respect for Beau, who was silent and thoughtful, and frequently glanced at Kale’s empty chair. The Hawaiian had left only few hours ago, but he already missed him. There was no other option, Kale had to go back home alone, but Beau dearly desired to be with him, to support and comfort him in his difficult task. Or better, he desired to be with him, period. That was the first time, since they came back to the U.S. from France, that he and Kale were separated, and he felt a bit lost without him at his side.

Usually, at the Cove no secret could be kept for long, but everything had happened so quickly, and the only persons who knew where Kale was going and why were Gerry, who rarely came upstairs or talked to anyone, and Beau himself.

LaShawn, a young ebony beauty with a flawless ass, was usually quite flamboyant, both in his clothing and in his attitude, but that day he remained silent, cautiously looking around the table. He shot a questioning glance to his man Jorell, a very tall black stud sitting next to him, but he just faintly shook his head in response.

Despite being ‘the new kid on the block’, as Charlie would’ve said, he realized that no one was going to ask about Kale’s absence, and he just couldn’t stay put. “Sir…” – he said respectfully, looking at Beau – “Doesn’t Kale come down for lunch? Is he ill or something?”

Beau smiled affectionately and reassured him: “No, he’s fine. But he won’t come down: he left this morning to go back to his hometown in Hawaii.”

“Oh!” – Charlie, the houseboy, exclaimed with surprise – “And when will he be back?”

“I don’t know, Charlie. I wish I could know…”

Brennan, Beau’s boy, who was extremely affectionate to Kale, turned pale: “But he will come back, won’t he, sir?” – he said with a voice trembling for the sudden tension – “You two didn’t argue or something, sir, did you?”

“Come here, mon garçon!” – Beau said with a smile, folding his arms around his boy – “Don’t worry, he’ll come back as soon as possible. We didn’t argue and we love each other like never. But his father is seriously ill, and he decided to pay him a visit and get reacquainted with his family”.

There were several audible sighs around the table, and Beau did his best to dissimulate his tension, as he knew that he had revealed only part of the truth. But that was Kale’s business, nothing the Cove should know about, for the moment.

The conversation became louder, and Rick finally brought a huge plate of Philly cheesesteaks, and the lunch started off.

“So, Rick…” – Stewart asked to his boy with his mouth full – “…are you excited for the fishing weekend awaiting us?”

The young chef looked at Stewart and once more he though he loved his airman like crazy. Stewart was chief engineer at the local Air Force station, he was a tanned man, with a slim but chiseled physique, manly features and two amazing light-brown eyes crowned by a military buzz-cut hair. He was smiling, looking at his boy, waiting for his reply. “I’m really excited, sir!” – Rick exclaimed – “I’ve already readied everything!”

“Don’t forget to bring some beer for me!” – Barry intervened, from the opposite side of the table. Rick turned to him and flashed a wide smile: he liked Barry very much, and was happy that he had proposed a fishing weekend to a ‘secret’ lake that apparently was known to him only.

Rick stifled a sigh, because Barry was a total stud: lots of muscles, thick black body hair, square stubbled jaws and two pale blue eyes that could melt anyone’s heart... or scare them to death, if he was angry. But the most remarkable of all Barry’s features was a long veiny cock, as thick as a beer can, that came along with an overactive sexuality. No man could resist him, not mention the boys, and Rick was no exception.

But so far Rick had ‘met’ Barry only once, in circumstances that the boy didn’t like to remember, so he was dearly hoping that during the upcoming weekend, being only the three of them in a remote place, totally alone, maybe…

“I was talking of real beer cans, kid” – Barry joked, guessing the subject of the boy’s reveries, and when Rick snapped out of his thoughts and saw Barry’s eyes pointed on him, he suddenly blushed crimson red: “Beer, sure, sir, what else? I’ll bring gallons of beer, sir, you won’t be disappointed! I tried to think in advance to whatever you and Stewart may need out there and I’m ready for anything, sir!”

“Ready for anything? Good!” – Stewart mused, fully aware of what was in his boy’s mind – “So, Barry and I must only take care of the camping tent and the… err… fishing tools!”

A loud laughter exploded around the table, and the conversation, gracefully, steered to other subjects.

~ A solitary piece of Heaven ~

The next day, after an early departure, Stewart’s truck, overloaded with tons of stuff, including the camping gear and a small fishing boat (and a couple gallons of beer, Rick was not joking!), valiantly climbed the steep, winding road leading to their special destination, following Barry’s precise directions.

Rick, sitting between his handsome airman and his beefy friend, was happy as a clam. When finally the narrow road ended in a grassy secluded glade overlooking a small motionless lake, Stewart halted the truck and they all climbed off, looking at the surroundings with marveled eyes.

“You were right, buddy!” – Stu said to Barry – “This is really a little piece of Heaven! Come, let’s unload the truck and mount the tent, while Rick takes care of the supplies!”

In half an hour, they were leisurely sitting in front of the lake, on the grass, sipping a cold beer. Barry rummaged for a moment in his backpack and took out two swimming shorts.

“Hey, kid!” – he said to Rick – “Which one would you think is better? This black one is bigger, it fits very loosely on me, but it’s more… uhm… discreet; while the pale blue one is tighter, it’s much more comfortable, but Kale always tells me it enhances my junk too much… but you know him, he likes to throw in the conversation fancy words like ‘brazen’, ‘obscene’ and the such. What should I use, kid?”

“Well, sir… I’d say you should wear something comfortable, don’t you think so?” – Rick replied, gulping down at the idea of seeing Barry wearing something ‘obscene’ and ‘brazen’ – “After all, there’s only… err… the three of us, here, right, sir?”

“Right, kid! Well, the blue one it is, then!” – the bulky worker exclaimed, and without any modesty (a word that had no room whatsoever in his vocabulary) he stripped naked to wear the tight shorts. Rick couldn’t tear his gaze away from him, or better from his crotch, and couldn’t decide if his massive manhood was more enticing when naked or when on perfect display into the stretch light-blue lycra. «Kale was damn right…» – the boy thought, watching with greedy eyes the overstretched elastic fabric hugging like a glove the big balls, bulging out like two oversize eggs, and the thick veiny cock resting over them, sideways.

“So what, Ricky boy?” – Stewart laughed, teasing the young redheaded guy, but hit himself by Barry’s blatant display of manhood – “Aren’t you going to put on your swimwear?”

Few minutes later, they were joyfully running into the fresh water, laughing, splashing each other and playfully fighting in the shallow water. After a while, Barry said he needed to take a swim, while the airman and his boy went ashore and lay down on the grass. Stewart propped himself on his elbow and looked down with a loving gaze to his boy’s sparkling green eyes. With his hand, he moved away the fiery red asymmetrical bang that partly covered Rick’s face and said: “Are you happy, Ricky boy?”

“More than ever, sir…! This place is wonderful, and you are wonderful!” – the guy exclaimed, excited. Stewart giggled: “And Barry is not chopped liver, either…”

“Was it that obvious, sir?” – Rick replied, with a shy smile – “You’re not displeased, are you, sir? Because if you tell me, I… I won’t look at him anymore! Not… ‘there’, I mean…”

“Oh, would you really do that for me?” – Stu asked, feigning a serious tone, but stifling a joking smile. “Of course I will, sir! Promised! I’ll never… Aww, fuck…!”

Stewart followed Rick’s gaze and saw Barry coming out the lake, his muscles pumped for the exertion, rivulets of clear water rippling down his hairy body, and the soaked swimming shorts, now almost transparent, clinging even tighter to his oversize manhood. He was a walking wet dream. Literally.

“Aww, fuck…!” – Stewart echoed his boy, shamelessly staring at the enormous bulge shifting from side to side at each step – “I can’t be this cruel, Ricky boy… You can look at will… and so will I!”

They burst in laughter and hugged tight, but their eyes still peeked at Barry approaching. The beefy worker perfectly knew the effect he was having on the boy (and was amused to see a similar reaction by the manly airman, too), so he got near the two guys sitting on the grass and joked: “I’m up here, buddies! It wouldn’t be half as bad if we could look at each other’s eyes, every now and then!”

Other laughter ensued, but they trailed off when Barry moved even closer to them, his bulge at an inch from their faces, and said in a lustful tone: “Come on, who’s first?”

Rick gasped and watched the airman, as he knew well that he couldn’t have sex with a senior man without his master’s permission. But Stewart winked at him playfully and whispered: “Go for it, Ricky boy!”

~ Rick catches something big ~

Barry was about to pull down his shorts, but Rick stopped him: “No, sir, please…” – and then, slowly, almost reverently, pressed his face on the wet bulge, enjoying the feeling of that massive manhood pressing on his cheeks, his nose, his eyes. His mouth opened and he started to suck the water soaking the fabric, and in the process he enjoyed the feeling of the big balls and the hefty cock under his lips.

He munched on the floppy meat until he felt it swell and coming to life, his own breath became ragged, his hands roamed feverishly on the growing bulge and he couldn’t resist any more: he had to see the real thing, touch it, feel it!

His hands sneaked into the elastic waistband and slowly pulled the shorts down, inch by inch, until Barry’s thick member sprang proudly in the air, almost slapping Rick in the face. The boy immediately wrapped both hands on the hot rod and started massaging it, up and down, up and down, rejoicing the groans of pleasure he was eliciting in Barry.

“Come on, kid, now go for gold!” – the horny man growled, and he wasn’t disappointed, as Rick opened wide his mouth and engulfed the wide mushroom head. He squirmed a bit to find a better position, because the cock was so big and it wasn’t easy for him to work it as it deserved; when ready, Rick pushed his head down, down, down, trying hard to suppress his gag reflex, and didn’t stop, despite the tears flowing from his eyes, until he felt Barry’s wiry pubes tickling his lips.

“Fuck, boy…” – Barry groaned in ecstasy – “You didn’t lie when you said you were ready for anything! Nnnghh! Take it boy! Take it all!”

Rick’s hand reached for the balls, and if his throat wasn’t completely stuffed with hot meat, he would’ve gasped, feeling their size, their weight, their stiffness. He recoiled, to catch his breath, and lowered his head to give a five-star service to those marble balls that exuded manliness from every pore and every hair.

“Enough, boy!” – Barry growled at some point with an authoritarian tone, pushing Rick’s face away from his crotch and winking at Stewart to let him know he was only joking – “What is the main course in the menu for me, kid?”

Rick hastened to stand up to tear away his swimming trucks, revealing his own roaring erection, and replied with trembling voice: “My ass, sir?” 

“Mmmhh… It sounds delicious… A double portion for me!”. Barry smiled wide at Rick, who looked at him with adoring eyes. “Listen, kid…” – Barry said in a lower voice, leaning to the boy’s ear – “Last time I made love to you, it wasn’t the real thing, it was unpleasant… to say the least… for both of us [1]. But this time it will be different, granted. Are you sure you want it, Rick?”

“I was eagerly waiting for it, sir!” – was the sincere, excited reply. “Good! So, how would you like it, boy?” – Barry said in a louder voice – “Easy way or hard way?”

Rick was taken aback by the question, as he couldn’t guess what ‘easy’ and ‘hard’ meant, but he was determined to take everything Barry was going to give him. “Hard, sir!” – he replied, and Barry smiled.

“OK, boy, hard it is! Lay on the ground, face down. No, don’t raise your ass, keep your hips to the ground, close your legs and prop your torso on your elbows…”

Rick quickly complied, and Barry knelt astride his thighs, taking handfuls of his buttocks, that were clenched and pressing against each other, due to the arched position Barry told him to assume.

“Is… Is this what you wanted, sir?” – Rick asked, doubtful, as he’d always been fucked lying on his back with his legs bent over, or maybe doggy style, on all fours, but that position seemed to be the least practical to have sex.

“You said you wanted it the hard way, and believe me, you will feel every inch of it, it will seem even bigger than it really is…”

«Bigger than this??» – Rick thought, a bit afraid to have bitten more than he could chew. But he soldiered on and bravely replied: “I’m ready, sir…”

~ The hard way ~

Barry used his hands to part the pale ass check and pointed his stiff, wet cock to the boy’s rear entrance. Rick tried to relax his ass muscles, to ease the penetration, but realized that his position didn’t allow him to really relax, and he started to understand what Barry meant with the ‘hard way’.

The wide helmet pressed harder on the tight hole, that at first resisted fiercely, but when Barry increased the pressure even more, the elastic anal ring gave way to the wide intruder, that suddenly plopped in.

“Ahh!” – Rick yelled, but immediately shut his mouth, not to alarm Barry or Stewart. He breathed hard, while the stiff meat invaded his hole, made tighter because of the tension his body was subjected to. “Now comes the hard part, kid…” – Barry said in a low voice – “One word from you and I’ll stop, OK?”

“OK, sir…” – Rick replied, and the mighty cock moved further another inch, to then stop against a sort of tight bottleneck. “You know why people can’t shit while standing, kid?” – Barry said, heaving for the exertion and increasing the pressure even more – “That’s because of this special muscle, a muscle that in this position is tight as hell, but… it’s about to… open UP!!”

“AAARGHH!!” – Rick yelled, feeling torn apart like when, years before, an older friend of his took his virginity very roughly, causing him a similar pain. For a brief, excruciating moment, he felt split in two. That was what Berry meant with the ‘hard way’! The man was right, Rick though, trying to catch his breath: he was feeling every fucking inch of that monster cock, and – incredible as it might seem – it really felt twice as bigger than it actually was!

Stewart, who was checking carefully his boy, to be sure that nothing bad could happen to him, sprang on his feet and shoved Barry hard: “Fuck you, man! You’re hurting him! Pull out, NOW! Or I swear I’ll…”

“NO!” – the boy screamed – “No, sir! Please let him go on! The pain is gone, sir, really, don’t worry for me! I… I can take it, sir! I want to take it!”

The airman stepped back, but shot a deadly glance at Barry, who nodded at him in a reassuring way: he knew perfectly what he was doing and how to do it.

The mighty rod started moving slowly, in and out, but just few inches, so as not to come out of the tight bottleneck deep inside Rick’s ass. The boy slowly relaxed and started moaning softly, his eyes half closed, while an increasing pleasure radiated from his overstuffed ass. Soon he felt in heaven, feeling the hot rod, that seemed larger than a baseball bat, filling his insides to the brim, in the most exquisite way, pressing all his inner buttons, over and over, relentlessly.

Barry felt that the tight canal had loosened enough and pulled his cock almost out, to then plunge it again into the tender flesh, forcing open once more the tight inner muscle. And then did it again, and again, while Rick was gasping and moaning loud, lost into an overwhelming pleasure.

The boy looked up, and saw his handsome airman looking at him with worried eyes. “Are you OK, kid?” – Stewart asked, and Rick reassured him: “Never better, sir…. aaahh… The pain’s gone, sir, I’m… aww… I’m in heaven!”

Stewart flashed a faint smile, and his expression was not worried anymore, but Rick could spot a sort of sorrow, an unspoken tension stirring into his beautiful light brown eyes.

“Are you ready for the dessert, boy?” – Barry’s voice boomed behind Rick, rousing him from his fleeting thoughts – “I’m fit to burst, kid, and I want you to spill your load with me…!”

The young chef felt the huge cock pacing up, and the muscular hips bumped harder on his tense buttocks, pushing his own groin down on the grass underneath and making his stiff, throbbing dick shift back and forth on the tickling stalks at each powerful thrust. By now Rick was feeling like putty in Barry’s hands. His almost hypnotic voice and his mighty cock were deeply planted into his body and his mind, and he would’ve done whatever Barry had commanded him, whatever. And the bulky man was commanding him to cum.

“I’m… more… than…ready… sir…” – Rick replied, unable to say more than one word at a time between the body-shaking poundings that took his breath away. Barry roared: “You’re so fucking tight, kid… I’m about to… GGGGHHAAA!!!”

With a beastly scream, Barry planted his oversize club into the boy’s deepest depths, and kept it in, throbbing wildly. Rick felt washed away by the overwhelming masculinity that the rugged worker was pouring over him, and into him, and was lost in a sexual delirium: “Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!” – he kept screaming, while own his youthful, throbbing member spurted stream after stream of boyish cream that seeped through the fresh grass, and he felt like he was seeding the Earth, like in an ancient rite of passage.

Barry’s cock was pulsating obscenely into his ass, flooding his insides with a torrent of manly juice, and Rick felt his head spinning for the lack of air and the tension that the arched position and the wreaking climax were causing to his writhing body. The last spurts of his boyish seed took with them the last ounces of his strength; his arms gave up and he crashed face down on the perfumed grass.

He felt Barry’s hairy chest pressing on his back, and his muscled arms wrapping around him. His long cock was still buried deep inside him. The bulky man gave to the boy few moments to catch his breath, and then said softly into his ear: “You’re fine, kid? It wasn’t too much for a young buck like you, no?”

“You’ve brought me to places I’ve never been, sir…” – the redhead mumbled, slurring the words. After few more moments, he took a slow, deep breath and rose his head, to thank Stewart for letting him live such an intense experience. But Stewart was nowhere to be found…

~ Fear and Forgiveness ~

Rick jumped on his feet and groaned when a dull pain radiated from his bottom. “Where is he, sir?” – he asked to Barry with a worried tone – “Have you seen him going away? Oh, sir, where is he??”

“The truck is here, kid, don’t worry” – Barry replied, stuffing back his massive junk into the skimpy shorts – “He must be around, taking a walk, he’ll soon come back…”

But when the sun set behind the sparkling lake, Stewart was still missing. Barry lay near the campfire and pulled Rick into his arms. “Don’t be afraid, he’s a big boy, a military man, nothing bad can happen to him”.

Rick nested even deeper into Barry’s chest, hoping to find some comfort, but his mind was racing, and his heart was thumping hard. He had seen Stewart’s anxious, sorry gaze when he was screaming for the overwhelming pleasure under the masterful thrusts of Barry’s massive cock. «I told him I was in heaven! ‘Never better’, I said! How could I be so insensitive, so mean!» – the boy thought, trying unsuccessfully to get a grip over himself – “He’s alone in the forest, hurt and angry, I just can’t leave him alone, I must find him!»

“I must find him!” – he repeated, this time aloud, standing up. “It’s dark out there, kid, there’s only half moon, and you don’t know the place. He’ll be back”.

“No, sir! I have to go find him!” – Rick shouted, springing forward like a runner towards the surrounding forest – “You stay here, in case he comes back!”

Rick ran fast, and suddenly he was immersed in the dark forest, looking around in the dim moonlight, trying to spot a light, a sign, something that could reveal Stewart’s presence. At one point he seemed to hear a noise behind him and halted in his tracks. The silence was complete. «It must be an animal of some sort…» – the boy thought, realizing he had no clue about the local fauna. But his airman needed him, and he started walking again in the dense vegetation.

Again the noise, this time closer. Rick’s heart paced up: «It’s chasing me!». He started walking faster, and soon he was running in the dim light, the animal still chasing him, getting closer and closer. The boy panicked, and started running head-first through the forest. The bushes scraped his legs, the low foliage slapped his face, and the wild animal was still at his heels.

He briefly turned around, running carelessly, to check if the beast was about to attack him… and bumped hard into a tree! It took a moment for his mind to elaborate the situation, and his instinct overtook him, he pushed hard the tree to get free, but he couldn’t get free, the tree was holding him, it was keeping him tight… in his warm, muscular arms!

“Ricky boy, calm down, it’s me!” – Stewart exclaimed, surprised, trying to keep his grip on the panicking, squirming boy. “It’s coming sir! There’s a wild animal, it’s chasing me, it’s coming!”

The airman immediately, with military attitude, assessed the situation; they were in a small clearing within the forest, and the nearest trees were several yards away, but not enough. He quickly put himself between the forest and his boy, to protect him, and started moving backward, slowly, keeping his eyes focused on the dense vegetation. “Don’t worry, kid, I’m here, nothing will harm you” – he murmured with a reassuring tone – “I won’t let it happen”.

After a short while Rick, hidden behind his man, heard him giggling softly: “You were right, kid, there was a big wild animal chasing you. A wild animal indeed, but of the gorgeous type!”

Rick peeked from behind Stewart and saw Barry, on the edge of the wood, raising a hand to greet them from afar. “That kid of yours is a hare!” – he shouted – “I just couldn’t let him go alone, but I’ve gone to a great deal of trouble trying to trot along his heels!”. Stewart laughed and replied: “He’s with me, now, thanks a bunch, buddy! I owe you one! Please, go back to the camp, now, in case some animal… some actual animal feasts over our supplies!”

When alone, the airman lay on the grass, under the stars, and Rick lay down, too, resting his head over his man’s belly. There was a sudden, oppressive silence.

“Are you angry with me, sir?” – Rick asked meekly, and Stewart replied: “No, kid, I’m not angry. I… don’t really understand how I feel. But when I saw your ecstatic expression, while Barry was banging you good and hard, I… just couldn’t stay there, watching Barry giving you the time of your life and making you feel… in heaven.”

“Sir, you know that I love you like crazy, don’t you? Nothing’s changed, not even Barry can make me stop loving you…”

“But apparently Barry can give you something I don’t give you! No need to pretend that it’s not!” – the airman concluded with a picked tone that didn’t allow reply. Rick shut his mouth and another tense silence ensued. After a while Rick, with a casual tone, asked: “Sir, did your mother cook well?”

“Why, yes! She was the best!” – Stewart replied, glad to change subject – “She always prepared delicious food, genuine and nutritious. No one could cook better than her!”

“So, I guess you never went to the restaurant…” – the boy commented, and Stu hastened to say: “Why not? Of course we went to the restaurant, every now and then, when we wanted to taste something diff… Wait! You bratty kid, you cheated me!” – and he couldn’t hold an amused giggle.

“Sir, that’s what Barry was for me, a… restaurant. Well, a 5-star restaurant, I may say...” – and his las sentence roused another giggle – “But the best chef can’t even compare to mum’s cooking. And you know why? It’s the secret ingredient she adds to the food… love”.

Stewart didn’t say a word, but now the silence was not oppressive any more. Rick felt a caring hand caress his hair; he gently grabbed that sinewy, powerful hand and tenderly kissed one by one all the five fingertips.

“You see, sir, you can’t eat every day at the restaurant, just as you can’t have sex that way every day. It was wonderful, there’s no point in denying it, sir; but believe me, for few long moments it hurt as hell, it was like Barry was ripping away my virginity… It’s something you can get once in a lifetime. Or twice, maybe…! But not every day. I mean, sir, who would ever want his cherry popped every day??”

Stewart couldn’t restrain a joyful, serene laugh: “Ah, Ricky boy, you’re something else!”

Another long silence fell on them, and this time it was like the silence was tying them together, instead of separating them. They both admired with gleamy eyes the infinite stars above. 

“Say, sir… You know what constellation is that?” – Rick asked pointing up – “It’s the Sagittarius. It’s my favorite sign, sir. The Sagittarius is a centaur, he’s so elegant, fierce, he’s as powerful as a horse and as manly as a god. I just love it”.

“Did you know, Ricky boy? I’m a Sagittarius.”

“I guessed as much, sir.”

~ Risky curiosity ~

While Barry, Rick and Stewart were spending their first camping day, living quite an emotional (and sexual) rollercoaster, at the Cove the day was going by in a much quieter and lazier way. The bulky guard Alex had gone shopping with his boy Charlie; Wahkan, the ageless Sioux, was attending a conference about the problems of the Reserves; the handsome boss Beau was hiding into his attic with his Scottish boy Brennan, wondering how Kale was doing in Hawaii; and Jorell, the tall black gardener, was enjoying his free day doing nothing in his room.

In the living room, the young Sioux Chayton was chatting with his black boyfriend LaShawn. Their mutual attraction sparkled since the first day LaShawn entered the Cove, many months before, and they felt they were perfectly matched. Chayton, being the boy of a strictly top man like Wahkan, used to struggle to assert his masculinity, and his yearnings were now gladly satisfied by LaShawn… and his perfect chocolate ass.

Chayton was more controlled, while LaShawn was often excessive and over-the-top, as proved by the tight high-cut tank-top and the skimpy jeans shorts he was wearing in that very moment, but there was a deep connection between them, a connection made of love, attraction and pure youthful lust.

They both had vivid memories of when, not long before, they made love for the first time [2]. It was a special moment for both, as Chayton, making love to LaShawn, felt for the first time like a real man, not a boy who fucks his buddy, but a man pleasuring and taking care of his lover; and the black boy, too, felt different when, nested into his lover’s arms, for the first time in his life felt truly loved, felt he belonged to someone.  

But that afternoon, LaShawn’s eyes were not sparkling as usual, and Chayton was feeling uneasy, not knowing what was on his boyfriend’s mind. The young Sioux tried all his tricks to ignite the familiar sparkle into his friend’s eyes, he manspread on the sofa, opened a bit the sleeveless denim vest he was wearing on his bare chest, and adjusted his bulge with that manly move that never failed to impress his lover, but nothing happened.

“Hey, buddy…” – Chayton said at one point, in a soft tone – “What’s up? Come on, spill it…”.  LaShawn raised his gaze and had an uncertain expression. “No, it’s nothing, don’t worry…” – he lied, and after a pause he added in a casual tone: “I’ve had a nice chat with Charlie, yesterday, he’s such a good buddy, isn’t he? Well, he told me about his amazing experience he had with Wahkan… and you”.

The Sioux boy touched his friend’s hand and asked: “Is this what made you sad? That I fucked Charlie? It wasn’t an actual fuck, really, it was more a trial of strength that Wahkan wanted me to endure, and it wasn’t a walk in the park, to tell the truth. I was feeling out of my mind, in a sexual frenzy, I couldn’t control myself…”

“That’s exactly what Charlie told me. He said he got the fuck of his life, that you have been forceful, unstoppable, a… a beast in heat!” – LaShawn concluded, with a lustful glance that left no doubts to Chayton.

“So, this is it…” – the Sioux smiled, shooting a lecherous glance to his lover – “There’s a horny black buck who wants to taste the wild side of sex, here…! Come, I’ve got an idea!”

They jumped on their feet and rushed to the suit that Chayton shared with his master. “I know where Wahkan keeps that special concoction…” – he said, opening a drawer and taking out the old jar. A part of his mind warned him that Wahkan might be disappointed that his boy had rooted into his drawers, but his lower body was more convincing. “Get naked, lie on the bed and get ready for the fuck of your life…!”

He, too, stripped naked, and lay next to LaShawn. With an urchin grin, he took a large glob of creamy concoction and smeared it all over his cock, his balls and his nipples. He actually used much more cream than Wahkan, because he wanted to give to his lover something that not even Charlie had got.

~ Bad experiment ~

The effect was sudden and mind-blowing. Chayton gasped hard and thrusted up his chest, while his cock rose to a full erection so quickly that it hurt. “Awww… fuuuck!” – he moaned, feeling his heart race and forcefully keeping his hands away from his body, like he did the first time. He turned to LaShawn, who was looking at him with greedy eyes, and said in a coarse voice: “Wait… it’s still piling up… shit, it’s insane! You can’t imagine the sexual pressure I’m feeling, buddy… Aaahhh… I could fuck a horse!”

The horniness reached the peak he’d experienced when he was with his master, but Chayton soon realized that it wasn’t the peak. His sexual urges were becoming even stronger, the testosterone flowed freely into his vein, and his mind was going weak.

His eyes, that moments before were looking at his ebony lover with a joyful lust, were suddenly veiled by a worry, an unspoken anxiety. “Buddy… it’s too much…” – he mumbled with broken voice – “It’s too much! I’ve never felt this horny, LaShawn, I’m afraid… I’m afraid I could… Please, go, LaShawn, I can’t hold myself! Go!!”

LaShawn was too much in heat, as the rough display of restrained lust was turning him on like never. He was hit by the serious and alarmed tone of his lover, though, and wondered whether he was in danger, whether Chayton had maybe gone too far. He was uncertain and he hesitated… a moment too long!

Chayton jumped over him, with a feverish expression, his cock throbbing wildly. He forcefully pulled up LaShawn’s legs, exposing his flawless ass and his puckered black hole that was like a red rug wavered in front of a bull’s eyes.

LaShawn, by now, was scared, and tried to squirm under the Sioux, but two strong arms kept him in place. He almost didn’t recognize his boyfriend’s voice when he growled: “You wanted it, and now you take it!”

“Chayton, please… don’t hurt me… no… AAAAMMMPPHH!!”

LaShawn’s scream was instantly muffled by a strong hand pressing on his mouth, while Chayton’s rod, as stiff as a bar of steel, split open his unprepared ass, with one single, cruel thrust. The Sioux boy was totally out of control, and slammed hard his cock deeper than ever into his lover’s fiery chute. The black boy felt like his ass was savagely ravaged by a jackhammer forcing open all his inner defenses.

He wasn’t a rookie, his master Jorell was renowned for his 13-inch cock, a cock that LaShawn had taken many times up his ass, but Chayton, in that moment, propelled by the unnatural lust enflaming his loins, was even more than that. Over and over and over, the mighty rod crashed into the tender ass like there was no tomorrow, carelessly, violently, and relentlessly.

The boy couldn’t speak, but stared with pleading, teary eyes at his lover, asking for mercy, and a sudden glimpse gave him hope. “LaShawn… LaShawn…!” – Chayton said with chocked voice, while his cock kept pumping at its madly pace – “I’m sorry, buddy… I’m so sorry! I can’t stop… I can’t… Oh, Spirits help me…! NNNNNGGGHHH!!!”

The Sioux stiffened and held his breath for a moment, and then a white geyser exploded deep inside LaShawn’s fundaments. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” – Chayton repeated, while tears flowed out of his eyes, as irrepressible as the steady flow of cum that was flooding his hurt lover’s ass.

“I’m so sorry…” – he repeated one more time before crushing, unconscious, over the devastated black boy.

LaShawn quickly sneaked from under him and stood still for a moment, trembling, glancing at his buddy, face down on the bed, still faintly humping the mattress, lost in another world. Then, scared and hurt, he hurriedly grabbed his clothes and ran upstairs to his room. With his last bit of sense, he entered the suite he shared with Jorell using his own door, so not to reveal to his man, for the moment, what happened. But he knew that at the Cove no secret could be kept for long… 

~ Black fury ~

When Wahkan went back home, he went straight to his suit, and was surprised to see Chayton standing naked, in a terrible state. The boy raised his teary eyes to his master and said in a pleading tone: “Please sir, don’t be angry at me…”

The older man quickly scanned the room, saw the open jar on the table and the crumpled bed flooded with sperm and his face became a mask of stone. “Do you want me to see myself what happened?”

Wahkan was a wise Sioux, had a deep knowledge of his heritage and mastered the secrets of his people; he had a special way to look into someone’s eyes and read inside them their feelings, desires and memories; but had learned long before, and in the worst way [3], that such a mental connection should’ve never be attempted without the full consent of the other person.

So, he asked again: “Will you let me gaze into your eyes?”

“Yes sir, please…” – the boy replied, and stood tall in front of his master, locking eyes with him. Wahkan saw it all: he witnessed Chayton rummaging into his private possessions, his careless usage of a secret power that he still couldn’t understand nor control, the frantic, violent fuck… no, rape that terrified and hurt his friend, his lover, who blindly trusted him, and he saw the black boy’s pleas falling on deaf ears.

When he averted his gaze, his expression was extremely grave: “Lie on the bed, Falcon, you barely stand on your feet. Today, you turned me down in so many ways that I can’t count them all, but what’s uppermost in my mind is now LaShawn. I’m worried for him. And I’m worried for you, because if… or better, when Jorell finds out what happened, you’ll be in great danger, and I’ll have to exert all my power to…”

“Motherfucker son of a bitch!” – Jorell’s voice boomed from the door crashing open – “You dared to hurt my boy! My boy!” – he yelled at Chayton lying on the bed – “You’ll pay hard for what you’ve done, kid! When I’m done with you, not even your mother will recognize you!”

“Jorell! No!” – Wahkan said in an authoritarian tone, grabbing him by his arm – “Don’t make things worse! Look at me, Jorell, look at ME!”

The black man turned to Wahkan, as to shove him away, but when their eyes locked, he slowed down. He was still madly furious, but somehow he had found the inner strength to keep his fury at bay and restrain his fists. “Chayton has done something terrible, and my heart goes out to LaShawn” – the Sioux said gravely – “Chayton will be punished, very harshly, but not now, not when your fury obfuscates your sense.”

Jorell averted his gaze to look at the naked boy trembling on the bed, and suddenly Wahkan’s power, that so far could put a lid on Jorell’s burst of rage, broke down. The black man spoke, and his voice was a menacing growl: “I’ll make you taste your own medicine, boy!”

With hurried hands, he quickly stripped naked, and both Wahkan and Chayton gasped, looking at the 13-inch black monster slowly coming to life between the angry man’s legs.

“Jorell, please, you can’t do it!” – Wahkan said, his voice trembling for the tension – “Please man, I’m begging you! I, Wahkan, the Sacred One, am begging you, Jorell! Don’t do it!”

By now, the deadly beast was rock hard and Chayton stared at it in horror. “Just a little spit for you, little rapist!” – he said, quickly wetting the giant mushroom head with his saliva. In a flash, he was on the bed, pinning Chayton down and forcefully keeping one of his legs bent over, leaving the boy’s hole unprotected. The swollen glans pressed hard on the tightly clenched hole, trying an impossible entry. “No… no!” – Chayton pleaded Jorell – “Please sir, don’t do this to me!”.  He turned his desperate gaze to his master, standing at the side of the bed in shock, and screamed: “Sacred One! Don’t let him do this!”

Suddenly, Jorell froze, with the desperate plead “Don’t let him do this!” bouncing into his mind. The tall black man was still there, pressing his ginormous cock on Chayton’s tender flesh, but those last words had taken him to a distant place, in a distant past.

Under threat of being leashed to death, he had been ordered to punish Jordan, the guy he secretly loved, by ripping away in the cruelest way his virginity, and his dignity along with it. [4] “Beau! Don’t let him do this!”, he screamed, desperate, but no one saved him…

The pressure of the cock on Chayton’s hole lessened, and the massive black beast quickly lost its stiffness. “I can’t… I can’t do it again… I didn’t want to do it! I don’t want to do it!” – Jorell said aloud, while his past and his present blurred and faded into each other. He turned his feverish gaze to Wahkan and said, with an almost pleading tone: “Don’t let me do it…!”

Wahkan took Jorell’s face into his hands and gazed deep into him, taking on himself, with a supreme effort, the hurting man’s pain, his overwhelming sense of guilt, the horror of that distant night that still haunted his dreams. “You don’t have to, Jorell. You’ve been given a choice, and you chose mercifully” – the Sioux then said, straining to bear the weight of such tragic memories and such a great desperation – “You’re a good man, Jorell, and today you cleansed your soul”.

Jorell threw his arms around Wahkan and held him tight, and for many years to come he would’ve wondered what really had happened in that room, with the ageless Sioux and his boy.

“I have a boy to take tender care of…” – he then said in a low voice, recoiling and looking around with a confused expression. He turned around, and off he was. 

Two floors above, Beau was totally unaware of the dark clouds so cleverly dispelled by Wahkan, or the intense emotions the guys up at the mountain lake had lived that day. He was badly missing Kale, and that was the only thing he could think of. 

If Kale was there, however, he would’ve witnessed a very unusual, if not unique scene: Beau, lying on his bed on his side, deep in thought, and his loving boy Brennan, behind him, holding him into his arms, in a protective, comforting embrace.

That simple gesture, so overwhelmingly tender, was a soothing balm for Beau’s sadness, and almost brought tears to his eyes. He silently caressed Brennan’s hands and felt a bit better. He would’ve gladly called Kale at the phone, but the Hawaiian had stated clear that he needed to make that journey alone, and asked Beau not to call him. But no matter what, Beau felt Kale close to him, absolutely sure as he was that the Hawaiian, in that very moment, was having lovely thoughts of him. 

Beau would’ve been very disappointed if he’d known that actually Kale, since his flight took off, hadn’t thought of him a single time. All his thoughts were for what he had to do when at home, for his father’s illness and his possible reaction seeing him there.

When his plane started approaching his destination, Kale looked out of the window, at the lights of Kahului, the town that years before had been the destination of his youthful escapades and suddenly he hoped the plane couldn’t land, and would’ve kept flying forever. He didn’t know what was awaiting him, at home, and a part of him didn’t want to find out.

He vaguely remembered the physical features of Laniakea, his young second cousin who so kindly had promised to pick him at the airport. He was just a shy teen, back when they last met, but had a sincere smile that could win anyone’s heart, and Kale hoped he was still the nice boy he once was. He was about to take a hard step, and he badly needed a friendly presence at his side. He didn’t know, yet, but Laniakea would soon turn out to be much friendlier and helpful then he could ever imagine…

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