The Cove

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. Kale goes back to Hawaii, where he meets his second cousin Laniakea; he then goes back to his home village to pay a visit to his dying father, who talks harshly to Kale and disowns him as his son. During a fishing trip, Stewart feels overshadowed by Barry's sexual prowess, but Rick finds the right words to make things straight. Chayton misuses the ancient power of his people and hurts LaShawn, causing Jorell's wrath, but then proves to be more man than his irate master Wahkan thought.

Synopsys

After a sensual Hula dance, Laniakea reveals to Kale his deepest secret; the two cousins have and intense heart-to-heart and Laniakea reveals everything about his true life. At the Cove, the boys are excited by Rick's tales about his fishing trip and try to re-enact Barry's sexual stunts... with different results. [⏳: 28’]

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~ Cast of Characters: the “Who’s Who” of the Cove!
~ Floor Plan of the Cove
~ Book 01: Chapters 1-5 (PDF with bookmarks)

≈ CHAPTER 5 – BACK TO THE ROOTS ≈

~ The last trial ~

Chayton woke up very early. He knew he had to face his trial, that day, and wanted to show his respect for the men by looking at his best. He took a long shower, combed his hair (something he rarely did) and wore his best shirt. He even borrowed a tie from his master’s closet, and asked him to tie the knot, as he couldn’t.

Then he sat on the bed, waiting to be called. Despite his anxiety, Chayton was almost eager to see how a trial looked like; in fact, it wasn’t the first trial held at the Cove, but Chayton could never see one, because the boys weren’t allowed to stay. The first was held when Stewart hurt his boy Rick [1], then Wahkan himself had to face it [2], and even Beau, once, had to undergo a trial [3]. All those men were found guilty and punished accordingly, and Chayton had no doubt that this would’ve soon happened to him, too, but he felt ready.

Despite his confidence, when Wahkan called him downstairs and he saw all the men of the Cove waiting for him, he faltered. The men were sitting at the dining table, all on the same side; opposite to them, there was only one chair, and Chayton nervously sat on it.

The ‘President’ was Beau, and had at his sides Jorell and Wahkan; the other chairs were taken by Alex and Gerry, who seemed a bit uneasy, as everything was new to him, too.

Beau stood up and said gravely: “Chayton, as per your request, today you will be judged as a man. You are accused of having abused some… exciting substance, taken without the owner’s consent, and under its influence you forced yourself over LaShawn. What have you to say in regards to these charges?”

“Not much, I’m afraid…” – Chayton replied – “I didn’t choose to be judged as an adult to have the chance to defend myself, as I’m guilty; I chose to face this trial because I should be punished as an adult. This time I can’t get away with what I’ve done with a whack on the head and a reprimand. I’m ready to take whatever harsh treatment you will decide for.”

Beau frowned, listening to Chayton’s words; very reluctantly, he said: “Then, all we have to do, is to decide what punishment you should be subjected to.”

“Please, sir, don’t.” – a timid voice came from the door – “Or at least, wait to hear the whole truth, before deciding…”

Jorell exclaimed: “LaShawn! You are not supposed to…” – but Beau interrupted him placing a hand on his arm: “No, Jorell, let him speak. What should we know, LaShawn?”

“Yesterday I was quite shaken, and the only thing I knew was that Chayton had… hurt me. But then other details came to my mind. Chayton, at some point, realized that he had gone too far, that I was in danger, and with a tremendous effort restrained himself and told me to go away; he urged me to go away! But I was stupid enough not to listen to his warning, or more probably my own lust dulled my mind; what I know is that I decided to stay. I didn’t imagine… I mindlessly thought…”

LaShawn’s voice trailed off in a choked sob, but he soldiered on: “And later on, when I was begging him to stop, he realized he was hurting me, and I can’t describe the desperation in his eyes, when he realized he couldn’t stop, the heartbreaking mix of horror and guilty pleasure when he came into me! He was hurting me, but his eyes… his eyes were so full of a desperate love for me! Yesterday I hated him, but now I know that Chayton was feeling as great a pain as mine, if not worse. He acted as a man, warning me to go away before it was too late; and later on, he gave proof of great courage, coming to my room to comfort me, fearless of the terrible punishment Jorell had in store for him.”

LaShawn stopped talking and silently moved to Chayton, who stood up to face his boyfriend. “I still love you, Chay…” – he said looking intensely at him, and gave him a long, passionate kiss. When they separated, LaShawn flashed a rogue grin and added: “I’ll find a suitable… punishment for you, when this story is over…”

Beau stood up and said, with a relieved tone: “I don’t think we have anything to decide about, now that LaShawn has forgiven Chayton. If Chayton has disrespected his heritage or his master, that’s something between him and Wahkan.”

All the men agreed, glad to be relieved from the duty of judging and punish Chayton; they all stood up and were about to go away, but Beau stopped them, adding in a louder voice: “Gentlemen, this ends the very last session of our trials. No more trials will be held at the Cove. At first, I reckoned that the trials were important to state that the Cove was something bigger and more important than a single individual, that the rules applied to anyone… including myself. But the Cove is a place of love and forgiveness, not of punishment and grief. If ever, in the future, something serious arises between us, we’ll sit in the living room and talk to each other as friends, not as judges and defendants.”

Wahkan turned to Beau and looked at him with great respect: “A great Chiefs knows that love and respect are the most powerful arrows in his warriors’ quivers.”

~ A strong, assertive… child ~

While, at the Cove, the men were going back to their rooms, to get ready for work, in the small Hawaiian village of Hana Kale was waking up with a groan; he felt like he had run a marathon and then climbed a mountain. All the tension and the sorrow of the day before, the heartbreaking talk with his father, the desperate walk in the night and Laniakea’s loving rescue in the middle of nowhere, had melted into his muscles, making them ache like after a hard training session.

Laniakea was humming in the kitchen, preparing the breakfast, and for the umpteenth time Kale was grateful for his cousin’s unwavering support. He rolled on his back and looked at the ceiling, thinking back to his confrontation with his father.

Now, with a bright morning light shining outside and his mind refreshed by the long sleep, the desperation he had felt few hours earlier was a fading memory, but his father’s words still stung like scorching needles. «You’re a coward»… «You submit to your lover’s manliness like a woman»… «You’ve spat on your mother’s grave»!

Slowly, the pain he had felt the day before turned into a fiery resentment: his father didn’t have the right to tell him those horrible things! Who was him, to judge his life? Kale was a grown-up man, not a kid, and he had the right to choose his future and pursue his happiness! «I hate him!» – the counselor thought, furious – «If he doesn’t want me anymore as his son, so much the better! I don’t want him as my father!!».

But he was lying to himself, and he knew well, and he felt angry with himself for not having the strength to disown his father, to… stop loving him.

“Breakfast’s ready!” – came a serene, friendly voice from the kitchen, and Kale’s deep frown distended in a smile: Laniakea always put him in the right mood, no matter what. He quickly got up and went to the kitchen, squinting to protect his eyes from the vivid morning sunlight coming from the window.

“Good morning, Laniakea…” – he mumbled, yawning and scratching his eyes. “G… Good morning, Kale…” – the guy replied, tripping on his tongue – “I’ve p… prepared something to eat…”

Kale noticed his cousin’s sudden uneasiness and looked at him, and a light blush was lighting up his features; he followed his cousin’s shy gaze and looked down… to his obvious, irrepressible morning wood, making a tent in the thin fabric of his white shorts! “Oh, shit!” – the counselor murmured, hurriedly taking a seat and pulling the chair forward, to hide his crotch under the table – “I’m sorry, buddy… I didn’t mean to embarrass you… or myself!”

“Borrowing your words…” – Laniakea replied with a shy smile – “You’re a man, this is just natural. You should’ve seen me half an hour ago! Oh…! No wait, I didn’t mean… aww fuck…”

Kale couldn’t stop loving this guy like crazy. His sincere naivety, his innocent way of relating to the others, without putting filters to his thoughts and words, were irresistible. He didn’t reply, he just looked with affection at his young cousin, making him instantly feel at ease again.

Laniakea put in front of Kale a ‘plate-lunch’ filled with boiled white rice, a couple eggs and some sweet bread: “No sausages or bacon, I’m sorry. They’re not very healthy… and they are a bit expensive, too”.

“You are not precisely swimming in cash, right?” – Kale said with a sympathetic grin – “I know you have a part-time job, but you’re young, doesn’t your father help you someway?”

“I prefer to climb on my own. This is my life, this is my house… and this is my breakfast” – Laniakea replied with a determined, proud tone – “And you may think it’s not much, but it’s a whole lot to me…”

“I think it’s great the way you build your life” – Kale said sincerely – “and I truly admire your determination in not relying on other people’s help.”

“Yeah, it’s important for me… though it’s not easy, most of the times…” – the guy said, in a lower voice, playing with the food in his plate – “It’s not easy at all…”

Kale watched Laniakea, who moments before was looking like a strong, assertive man working hard to live his life on his own, and now was like a child lost into an adults’ world. “You’re such a wonderful guy” – he said with affection – “and I’m more than sure that a great life awaits you, Nani kōkī…”

~ Hula dance ~

They finished their breakfast and then tidied up the kitchen together, chatting cheerfully. Kale found relief in that simple ordinary life and even more in his all-Hawaiian cousin who was unknowingly allowing him to reconnect to his roots. They talked about their traditions, the Luau feasts, the Kalua Pork cooked for hours in pits dug into the ground, the Hula skirts made with dried leaves, and Kale’s mind was filled with many tender memories.

“I really wish to listen to some actual Hula music” – Kale said at one point – “not the fake one you find everywhere, good only for parties. I want to hear again our music”. Laniakea’s eyes sparkled and he smiled wide: “I can do better than that… Wait!”

He went to the bedroom and rummaged at the bottom of an old armoire: “Tah-Dah!” – he exclaimed, coming back with two short grass skirts, the ones usually worn by male dancers – “I love Hula dance, and every now and then I dance it… though there’s never anyone to dance for… You know, Hula is a way to express our deep feelings to other persons, and it’s pointless to dance alone, right…? But what about you? You went away long ago… Do you remember how to dance?”

“I have a faint memory” – Kale replied, smiling inwardly because the one thing he had always brought into his heart from Hawaii was the love for the Hula dance, and he never stopped training, either when he was married, or at the Cove. He too mostly danced alone, but that special Hula roll of the hips had come in handy, sometimes, in… particular circumstances [4].

Laniakea handed a skirt to Kale, warning: “Unfortunately, I don’t have any Malo, the traditional loincloths, to wear under it…”.  “Well, we’ll do without them” – Kale replied with a shrug, dropping his underwear and wearing the Hula skirt on his bare hips. Laniakea quickly followed suit, and then took what seemed an old CD player, chose a track and pressed Play. “Let me dance for you, Kale” – he said with a happy smile, while the music started.

It was an intense Hula song, one of those danced by male Hula dancers to impress the girls and the guests; and Laniakea definitely impressed Kale, who stood in front of him admiring the masculine poses, the strong, precise movements, the powerful stomping of the foot on the floor in sync with the music. His manly body flowed along with the music and exuded an assertiveness, a confidence that made Kale smile wide.

The music ended and Kale clapped his hands enthusiastically: “Buddy, you definitely know how to Hula! It was… breathtaking. Thank you! Now, will you let me dance for you?”

“I’d love it…” – Laniakea said with an adoring smile. He was really fond of that older cousin coming from afar who seemed to enjoy his company so much. “Here, let me find a suitable song for you”.

He made a mistake, because the music that came out from the loudspeaker was a sweet, tender song, one of those heartwarming Hula songs that girls dance to welcome home their men after a fishing day. Laniakea rushed to change the track, but Kale stopped him: “No, this is exactly what I was looking for…”

Under the astonished eyes of his younger cousin, who believed Kale had almost completely forgotten how to Hula, the man started a delicate dance, made of just hinted hips movements, welcoming gestures and joyful glances. His hands gently moved up and around, touched his own chest and pointed to Laniakea, always wearing a tender, sincere smile that couldn’t be rehearsed: it clearly came from the bottom of his heart. Following the sweet music, he offered the sun to Laniakea, and his heart along with it, welcomed him home and donated him peace and serenity. And when the music became more intense, he started rolling his hips more and more, spinning around back and forth, making the thin leaves of his skirt sway from side to side, like ocean waves.

Laniakea was enraptured by his cousin’s ability and watched with wide eyes Kale masterfully transforming into movement the heartwarming music, now speaking of sweet, sensual love. The song became more intense, and Kale rolled his hips in wide circles, making the short rustling leaves rise up and fall down, in a sensual fluid movement. The grass skirt flowed and shook wildly, unable to completely hide Kale’s powerful legs, his rolling hips and his marble ass. He was technically dancing a women’s song, but in Laniakea’s eyes he was a quintessential man, so confident in himself not to be afraid to reveal the sweetest sides of his soul.

The music ended, and Kale turned to Laniakea… who rushed to pick up a large towel nearby and pretended to dry his torso, that actually didn’t seem sweaty to Kale. The guy’s face was crimson red and he was looking down, shyly, breathing hard.

“Is there something wrong?” – Kale said, softly, and Laniakea just shook his head, without uttering a sound. “I’m a good listener, and I wouldn’t ever judge you. Won’t you tell me what happened, Nani kōkī?”

When Laniakea heard Kale calling him with his middle name, something that always made a secret string resonate inside him, he raised his head and asked with trembling voice: “Say… is it true that you now live… well, that you live with a man?”

Kale remembered his father’s request, to never reveal his secret to anyone at Hana, but he just couldn’t lie to his honest, good-hearted cousin: “Yes” – he replied sincerely – “I live with a man. Many men, actually, but one has a very special place in my heart. Are you shocked?”.  Laniakea shook his head but didn’t reply. “Why do you want to know?”

~ A long-hidden truth ~

Laniakea raised his gaze, and there was an incredible mix of shyness, defiance, pride and doubt in them. Without a word, he let the towel fall to the floor. His long cock, hard and throbbing, was peeking out of the grass skirt, between the dried leaves.

“Your dance was so beautiful, Kale… I tried not to… I didn’t want you to know… I’m so sorry, Kale, I couldn’t help it!”

Kale had so many things to tell to his cousin, but that was not the time to talk. Laniakea needed an answer to his unspoken question, probably the most important question of his life. The counselor, looking intensely into his younger cousin’s eyes, slowly moved his hand and gently curled his fingers around the stiff shaft. He waited for a possible sign of distress, but Laniakea kept his gaze.

Ever so slowly, Kale’s hand began a back-and-forth movement; his fingers gripped tighter the hot meat when moving out and became a tender caress when moving in. Laniakea’s eyes partly closed for the exquisite pleasure, but he didn’t avert his gaze. The guilt and the doubts faded out from the brown irises, and a thankful affection sparkled: Kale was not judging him, he was not making fun of him, he could understand him, he could show him the way… because they were alike.

Kale was smiling with affection, glad that the guy was accepting his intimate touch, and a sudden worried expression darkened his face when he felt Laniakea’s strong hand hold his wrist tight, forcing him to stop. Kale was afraid to have done something wrong, to have gone too far, and that Laniakea was about to run away; but the guy kept Kale’s wrist still, while his hips started tilting back and forth, slowly at first, and then with a greater passion.

The counselor flashed a knowing smile, understanding that Laniakea didn’t want just a helping hand jacking him off, he wanted to fuck that hand, wanted to assert his manliness, his dominant sexuality over that gentle hand… and the man attached to it.

Laniakea may be young, he often acted like a boy, but Kale could recognize a man when he saw one, and Laniakea, in that moment, was definitely a man. A man who longed, who strained to assert his masculinity over another man. Kale’s cock rose to full mast, and with his spare hand he untied his Hula skirt and let it fall on the floor, and Laniakea did the same.

It was the younger guy who took his older cousin by hand and led him confidently to the bedroom. They stood for a moment facing each other, Kale looked into his cousin’s eyes and knew what to do: he knelt in front of him, paying homage to the guy’s confident virility, and wrapped his lips over his burning cock.

Kale heard a muffled gasp and looked up, and once again the manly stud had turned into an insecure boy, not sure what to do and surprised for the older cousin’s submissive gesture. But it didn’t last long. Kale started working the throbbing meat with passion, pushing his head forward until the wiry pubes tickled his nose, and clenching his throat muscles to increase Laniakea’s pleasure even more; and soon he felt the guy’s hands on his head, holding it steady with a determined, firm grip, while the long cock face-fucked him. No trace of a boy in the manly way he took possession of Kale’s head, pulling it down to his cock, or gently forcing it to accept a few powerful thrusts that reached the innermost recesses of his expert throat.

A chocked moan suddenly escaped Laniakea’s mouth as he stiffened, clearly on the verge of losing his load. Kale immediately recoiled and talked with firm voice: “Relax, breath… Hold back. Yes, that’s it…”. He was a man, yes, but he still needed to be guided, needed to learn the limits of his sexuality.

Kale stood up and lay on the bed, on his back, flashing an inviting smile. When Laniakea climbed on the bed, Kale raised his legs, offering to his lover what he had most precious, his most guarded portal.

Laniakea knelt behind the exposed hole and seemed uncertain as to what to do next. In a deliberately casual tone, Kale said: “A little spit will do”. Laniakea spat a couple time on his own cock and then used his hand to spread the saliva over the mushroom head. But then hesitated for a moment and lowered his face to Kale’s hole.

Cautiously, tentatively, he stuck out his tongue and briefly touched the puckered skin, as if he was afraid to hurt Kale; soon he got more confident and used his whole tongue to lap all around the hole, playing with the sparse hair, and when he saw the sensitive hole squirm and twitch, he dove his tongue into the male-scented chute, trying to force open the anal ring.

Kale’s moans of pleasure and the involuntary tilting of his hips fueled Laniakea’s passion, and the guy munched hungrily on the hot, tender ass, until Kale begged: “Give it to me, buddy… I need to feel you inside me!”

He spread his own legs wider and Laniakea placed his engorged cock against the wet, loosened hole. For a moment, a horrible moment, Kale heard into his mind his father’s outraged voice saying: «You ended up being a woman for another man!», and he felt again sordid, disgusting, wrong…

His hole clenched, keeping the puzzled Laniakea out, while his mind screamed the truth: NO! There was nothing sordid or wrong in what he was doing! That was the sweetest and most… human act in the world, he was welcoming his man into him, offering him love, tenderness, shelter and peace! And the beautiful Hawaiian language had a special word to describe it all, a sweet word that echoed in his mind, dispelling his dark thoughts to then become a loving whisper…

“Aloha, Nani kōkī…” – Kale said softly, while his clenched hole relaxed to give a warm, tender embrace to his lover’s throbbing cock and welcome it in.

~ Muted passion ~

With a loving smile, Laniakea pushed forward, slowly, ever so gently, while the guy’s eyes continuously checked Kale’s features to spot the faintest sign of pain or discomfort. But there were none, and Kale once more admired Laniakea’s confident virility, because any man can take his pleasure over his lover, but only a real man does it while taking tender care of his lover’s needs.

“Aahhh… You’re incredible, Nani kōkī…” – Kale moaned, lost in the pleasure radiating from his fiery insides, so masterfully filled by Laniakea’s stiff member. Kale was astonished, as he expected a much rougher fuck from a young guy whose modest experience had been limited so far to the few girls he could lay in that small village, or possibly his girlfriend alone. He looked up to his young lover, and saw his eyes shining with an irrepressible affection, pride and pleasure… the pleasure of giving pleasure to Kale!

“You’re supremely beautiful…” – the counselor breathed, referring again to that middle name, Nani kōkī, that had become, from the initial joke at the airport, a way for Kale to express his deep affection to his young cousin, so manly and yet so boyish.

There was a boyish light indeed, in the wide smile that Laniakea flashed, looking down at Kale, when he heard his last words; but his innocent smile contrasted in such an erotic way with the supreme virility of that cock relentlessly reaching Kale’s depths, the muscles rippling under the skin while the massive torso swayed back and forth over him, the long curly hair falling over his sweaty forehead, the restrained lust that the young body exuded.

Kale tightened his legs around the guy’s waist and took his head into his hands, gently pulling him down, making his meaty lips come closer, closer, closer… For a moment, just for a split-second, Kale felt Laniakea putting up a resistance, as if he was afraid to cross that last boundary, as if he knew that kissing Kale, kissing a man, would’ve changed his life with no turning back. And then, bravely as he had lived his whole life, Laniakea ground his lips over Kale’s, putting in his kiss all of himself, his childish insecurities, his manly confidence, his youthful ardor.

The two men kissed passionately, their bodies shifting over each other, for a long while, until Laniakea felt Kale shudder into his strong embrace, lost in the pleasure that his cock and his mouth were giving him. He suddenly recoiled a bit, giving a questioning look at Kale, to know if really that warm, slimy creaminess his was feeling between their locked bodies was…

“You’re such a stud…” – Kale confirmed under his breath – “I tried to hold back, but you are too sexy, too fucking masculine…”

Laniakea slowed down, afraid that after his orgasm Kale might feel some discomfort, or even pain, but Kale looked up at him with a tender smile: “You gave me so much pleasure, Nani kōkī, now let me do the same… Go on, don’t stop…!”

The slow fuck started again, with short cautious strokes, but Kale arched his lower body and pressed hard his heels on Laniakea powerful back: “I want it all… I need to feel every inch of you…” – Kale begged, while the fuck became more forceful, more assertive. “Yes! Aaahh… Unleash your lust!”

Laniakea’s thrusts paced up, along with his breath, and the concentrated expression on his face was totally erotic for Kale, who went on urging him: “Take me, Nani kōkī! Breed me!”

The guy, though lost in his own pleasure, recoiled a bit and tentatively grabbed Kale’s cock, unwilling to be the only one to feel those exquisite sensations. His devotion, his manly care of his lover, were like the most powerful aphrodisiac for Kale, whose spent cock quickly grew harder and thicker into his cousin’s hand.

“Aww… fuck! Aww…! You’re wonderful…. truly wonderful…!” – Kale moaned loud, pushed again with firm determination toward another mind-blowing climax. With his head spinning, Kale realized that his moans were the only ones echoing in the room, and looked at Laniakea, straining for the exertion of climbing the last steps to his peak, keeping his lips forcefully shut. “Talk to me, Nani kōkī! Give voice to your lust…!” – Kale said with passion – “Share with me your pleasure…”

“Nnngghh…” – Laniakea panted, trying to let himself go, to howl his pleasure, but he couldn’t: “I… Kale… NNNNGGHH!!”

The guy’s muscled body stiffened in the sweet agony of the climax, and his fingers gripped tight Kale’s cock, making it shudder and explode in another powerful orgasm. Laniakea didn’t stop, he went on pounding hard on Kale’s firm ass and wanking hard his stiff cock, unable to stop his muscles as much as he was unable to stop his forceful ejaculation.

Almost inaudible moans stayed trapped between Laniakea’s clenched teeth, while his body spasmed under the blows of his orgasm. Then, slowly, he calmed down and stood still, panting, while the contracted muscles of his manly face relaxed in a timid, sorry, boyish expression: “I’m… I’m sorry, Kale… I couldn’t…”

“Shh…” – Kale shushed him, taking his face into his hands and looking at him with the most tender eyes – “You’ve been perfect, Nani kōkī. You are perfect as you are, and no one, not even your stupid old second cousin can say otherwise…”

Laniakea’s smile, the bright smile that could win anyone’s heart, slowly spread across his face and lit up the room, reflecting into Kale’s sparkling eyes.

~ Heart-to heart ~

“I’m not used to comment sex… just after sex” – Kale said when their heartbeats were normal again and they were lying side by side on the crumpled bed – “but you definitely know your stuff, buddy… Especially because I guess I’m the first man you make love to. I mean, you have a girlfriend and…”

“Listen, Kale” – Laniakea interrupted him, with a guilty glance in his eyes – “I don’t want to lie to you like I lie to everyone here. You’re not ‘everyone’, you don’t deserve it. The girlfriend is all made up. There is no girlfriend. Or better, she does exist, but she’s just a friend. Sometimes we spend a night here just for the looks, to make anyone believe we have sex. She’s into girls, she has a girlfriend in a village nearby, and of course she can’t tell anyone; and I’m… well…”

“Do you have a boyfriend somewhere?” – Kale asked, and Laniakea shook his head: “In my dreams… You know this area, Kale, there are only sparse houses and small villages, I don’t really think there’s anyone… like me. I’ve never been with a guy before.”

“Nor with a girl, I understand…” – the counselor concluded, realizing that the intense, manly fuck Laniakea gave to him was… his first ever – “What can I say, you are a natural, Nani kōkī! And I’ve been the lucky one…”

Laniakea flashed a timid smile, but he was clearly proud and happy for the praise that his older, expert cousin gave him. He looked around and added: “That’s why I live here, on my own. When I moved out, my father thought it was just a boyish brag, a way to challenge his authority, and said he wouldn’t give me any more money, so to force me to come back, but I held on tight”.

“You should be proud of yourself, you’re building your life here…”

“No, Kale” – Laniakea replied, with a defeated expression – “It’s too hard. There are no job opportunities here, and the rent, though cheap, takes most of my wage. And what’s worse, there is no hope that things may get better in the future. Maui island has become much gayer-friendlier, since you went away, but not here, quite the opposite. Since they legalized gay marriage, here people felt their traditional values threatened, and have become even more intolerant.”

Laniakea averted his gaze, with a faraway look: “This is my home, this is my land and my people, I don’t want to leave, I tried to find a way to be myself here, but it’s just impossible. My ‘building my life’, as you say, has halted at the first line of bricks… I wanted to see the world, find a good job, no matter how hard, and… find someone to love, but without a proper job and without the support of my family, I’m stuck here. Alone.”

“You’re 23, you have time, Nani kōkī…” – Kale said, trying hard to be convincing, but he couldn’t even convince himself. “Thanks for saying that, but we both know Hana: nothing ever changes, here. Ever. You, Kale, with your experience and your kindness, are all the world and the love I ever hope to get. It will be hard when you go away. But I’ll survive. I don’t give up”.

Kale lay down, on his back, and looked at the ceiling. “You know, you remind me a boy I’m truly affectionate to, the name’s Brennan. He was born and raised in a very small village, like Hana, but in Scotland; he was barely eighteen when I first met him, and the villagers, including his only living relative, were too narrow-minded to understand him, to let him be himself.”

“You remind me of Brennan” – Kale explained – “because you too struggle to live your life and be yourself in a small society that can’t understand you, and never will. But unlike him, you didn’t accept your fate, you fought tooth and claw against the life people wanted you to live, you worked hard to create a different life, you even cheated and lied to assert your right to be yourself, and I truly, deeply respect you for what you’ve done.”

“What happened to Brennan?” – Laniakea asked, feeling that unknown boy so close to him. “He lives with us, now. My lover, Beau, granted him a second chance, taking him as his boy and bringing him to California.”

“His… boy?” – the guy inquired. Kale giggled, but it was a sad giggle: “People like you and me will hardly become fathers… Beau felt an instant connection with Brennan, he saw in him the son he could never have; we may say he fell in love with him, and the love was mutual… and the physical attraction too. Beau is Brennan’s father, his friend, his lover and his mentor, takes care of his boy and the boy is totally devoted to him. You know what my father told me yesterday? ‘You’ll never know the joy of nurturing a kid and see him become a man’. Well, he was wrong: that’s exactly what Beau did for Brennan. He made Brennan become a man.”

~ Hot tales ~

If Kale could see Brennan in that moment, he would thought better. The supposed ‘man’ was looking with wide boyish eyes at his friend Rick, asking: “Did Barry really do that to you??”. All the boys around him burst in laughter, as they knew well how a passionate… bottom boy (or gille-tòine, as he used to say in Gaelic) he was.

When Rick had come back home from his trip, half an hour before, all the boys of the Cove rushed to his room to know every single detail, including (or especially) the most intimate and dirty ones. On Rick’s king-size bed there were Chayton, Charlie, Brennan and LaShawn, all urging Rick to describe blow by blow what happened at the lake.

Rick usually didn’t indulge in relating to others his sexual experiences, because in another life, years before, he earned his living as a toy-boy for older men [5], and this had left some scars in him; but the eager faces surrounding him didn’t left him any chance.

He started describing how sexy, bordering to outrageous, was Barry’s tight swimsuit, and how blatantly it enhanced and highlighted his already oversize manhood. “Gee, it must be a sight!” – the boys commented, overlapping each other – “Damn! I could cream my pants just thinking about it! Why didn’t you take a picture??”

“I did!” – Rick replied, picking up his phone and showing a close-up shot of Barry’s bulge, in all its glory, raising many lustful groans. “I love when a man with such a big package wears an outrageously small piece of underwear!” – Charlie sighed – “You know, for my 18th birthday I asked Alex to wear an incredibly skimpy thong [6], and it was… ahh!”

Rick laughed and continued: “And then Barry fucked me in a weird position… Wait, let me show you!” – he said, laying on the bed on his belly, keeping his torso arched up, resting on his elbows [7] – “It was incredible, but a bit painful: it was like he was popping my cherry again!”

Rick went on and on, describing how he and Barry had then double-teamed Stewart: “I still can’t believe it, I fucked my master! And he enjoyed every second of our onslaught!”

“Oh, it’s unfair!” – all the boys whined – “You always get all the luck! I wish I could be there!”

“Hey guys!” – Chayton exclaimed at one point, horny as hell for the erotic tale they had listened to – “Even if we weren’t there, why don’t we… er… re-enact what happened at the lake?”

“Don’t look at me!” – Rick laughed – “I already had more than a fair share of cock and ass! And anyway, unless you like fasting… which I suspect you’ve been doing the entire weekend, being the kitchen assigned to Charlie (everyone laughed loud)… I have a lunch to prepare! So, make yourselves at home and see you at lunch!”

The four boys, now alone, were very excited and quickly got undressed, but then they looked at each other, uncertain: “Well… Who’s doing what?” – LaShawn said, lying on the bed on his belly like Rick had shown them – “I want my cherry popped!”

Chayton was about to take his place on top of his black lover, but then faltered, remembering how forceful and violent he had been last time [8]. “I… I’m not sure it’s a good idea…” – he murmured, looking around – “Charlie, why don’t you do it? If it’s fine with LaShawn, of course”.

The black guy turned to his Sioux lover and said, tenderly: “I know it wasn’t your fault, stupid!”. Chayton flashed an uncertain smile, and LaShawn reached to his lover’s cock and started massaging slowly and sensually: “No matter what, you know how hungry for your cock I am… I want to be filled up, I want to be owned…”. The Sioux boy was now rock hard, and placed his hand on LaShawn’s flawless ass. “I need a real man…” – LaShawn growled, with an extremely enticing tone, looking straight into Chayton’s eyes – “…a man who can make a boy squeal for the pleasure… I really want to be fucked… by Charlie!!”

“What??” – Chayton exclaimed, while everyone burst in laughter – “You little black devil! I know I still deserve a punishment, but this is cruelty! Charlie, you heard the sexy boy here, come and make him squeal!”

Charlie, smiling wide for the excitement, rushed to pick some lube and massaged his cock to a throbbing erection. “I’m ready!”– he said joyfully, kneeling astride LaShawn’s thighs and taking handfuls of his perfect chocolate buns. “I’m going to pop your cherry, boy! Fasten your seatbelt!”

~ Shameful surprise ~

Under everyone’s expectant eyes, Charlie, following Rick’s detailed description, used his hands to part LaShawn’s ass cheeks and pushed his dick inside the velvety canal; as soon as his cock pierced the tight anal ring, LaShawn said aloud: “Fuck, it’s true! I can feel every inch of it, and it seems twice as big! Aahh… yeah! Fuck me, Charlie, go deeper! Find that muscle that Rick told about and… pop my cherry!”

“Here it comes, boy!” – Charlie exclaimed, faking a menacing tone, and shoved his cock all the way, to the hilt, into the fiery chute… and nothing happened.

“So what, stud?” – LaShawn asked, puzzled – “I feel your cock, and it’s damn hot, but I didn’t feel my cherry popped…”

Charlie doubled his efforts, pumped his cock several time into LaShawn’s ass, slamming hard his hips on the chocolate buttocks, and suddenly blushed and recoiled, quickly losing his erection due to the shame he was feeling: he had realized that Barry could perform such a daring fuck only because he had a very long cock, that could reach deeper inside the canal, elongated by the arched body position. The over-endowed and over-sexual Barry had such a long cock, but Charlie was only average…

The boys around sensed Charlie’s embarrassment and fully understood the reason behind it; and though they didn’t want to make him feel bad, they couldn’t restrain some muffled giggles. “There’s nothing to laugh at!” – Charlie said, picked, pointing at his friends’ cocks, not much longer than his – “I don’t see anyone who can do better than me, here!”

A tense silence fell on the boys, until Chayton said: “There is one, actually. The longest cock here is LaShawn’s. Hey, black beauty! Will you please… go fuck yourself?”

A roaring laughter exploded in the room, and LaShawn rose from the bed wearing an urchin grin: “Good one, but I have another idea…” – he said to Chayton, while pinching his nipple – “I still have to take my revenge over you for the furious fuck you gave me, and here I’m the only one who can fuck someone ‘Barry style’. You do the math, stud!”

“You mean you want to… pop my cherry?” – Chayton said, nervous, but soon he stood tall in a confident stance: “Fair is fair!” – he said resolutely, assuming the prone position; then winked at Charlie with a conspiratorial wink: “Charlie, please, there is a long chocolate bar here that needs your… expertise in the oral department! Just… be sure to make it wet. Extremely wet. Dripping!”

Charlie didn’t need to be told twice: not only he loved to suck cock, but with his past experience as a “fluffer” at the Mighty Stud [9], a renowned gay club in East Downtown, he definitely was the best cocksucker in town.

“I can’t get enough of chocolate…” – he murmured while getting closer to LaShawn, now laying on his back; but instead of laying between his legs, Charlie knelt astride his torso, facing the boy’s feet, so as to grant a nice view to the other boys. He made LaShawn bend and spread his legs a little, and went to gold, lowering his expert mouth to the stiff member.

He went down slowly, taking the long cock into his mouth without ever pausing, flinching or gagging. He was a real pro. LaShawn inhaled sharply when Charlie’s throat muscles gripped his mushroom head like in a vice and started a gentle massage, up and down, in a smooth, endless motion.

Charlie reached around the black boy’s legs to gently squeeze his balls and press on his perineum with his hands; the additional unexpected stimulation made LaShawn’s hips buck wildly, forcefully pushing his long meat even deeper into his buddy’s throat; but Charlie didn’t back up, and intensified even more his onslaught on the sensitive flesh.

While bobbing his head up and down in an exquisite blow-job, Charlie raised his gaze and winked to the boys watching his performance with rapt eyes. Using both hands, he manhandled LaShawn’s buttocks for a while and then parted the flawless ass cheeks, exposing the dark brown puckered hole to the boy’s eager sight.

Brennan was the first to guess what Charlie wanted, and quickly dipped a finger into a jar of lube nearby and started spreading the slimy fluid around the black boy’s quivering hole.

LaShawn’s surprised reaction caused another powerful thrust into Charlie’s throat, who gladly took it in stride. Brennan’s sneaky finger slowly intruded into the tight hole, that opened up to welcome the friendly intruder. Brennan added a second finger and went on massaging the tender linings with an excited expression.

The black boy couldn’t see anything, because of Charlie kneeling astride his chest, and every flinch in Brennan’s fingers, every thrust and every gyration made him moan with pleasure and surprise. When Brennan added a third finger, LaShawn moaned loud: “Aww… damn it feels soooo good! Work that ass, boy! Stretch it good!”

Brennan shot a doubtful glance at Charlie, who had slowed down not to bring LaShawn beyond the no-return point; the expert “oral worker” (as he joked about himself) winked again, and Brennan flashed an urchin grin, reaching out again to the jar of lube.

The sneaky fingers went back to work, and the small finger joined the other three. When LaShawn felt the thumb trying to force itself into his hole, he gasped and murmured: “Take it easy, buddy…”

Everyone in the room knew well that LaShawn had an extremely well-trained ass, being Jorell’s boy and having ridden many times his humongous 13-inch black beast. But even the most expert ass needs some care at first, and Brennan, as a wanna-be gille-tòine, knew well; while slowly pushing his hand into the overstretched hole, his mind went back to the one time he fist-fucked himself, to make his ass ready for Barry’s beer-can thick cock [10], and took an even greater care with LaShawn.

Suddenly, the boy’s hand disappeared into the black overstretched hole, and LaShawn’s body stiffened, but not for the pain: the extremely erotic sensation of having Brennan’s entire hand inside him was dangerously bringing him on the verge of an explosive orgasm. “Wait wait wait!! Aww… ” – he moaned loud, restraining his orgasm with all his strength. Charlie recoiled and Brennan froze, giving to their buddy the time to cool down.

“Fuck, you two are a deadly pair!” – LaShawn joked – “But hot as it is, better stop here, or I won’t be able to punish my nasty boyfriend as he deserves!”

~ Cleansing pain ~

Brennan cautiously pulled his fist out of LaShawn’s ass and Charlie moved away. “Your turn, stud…” – the black boy said to Chayton, moving out of the way and leaving the center of the bed to his exotic lover.

Chayton assumed the position, with his lower body flat on the mattress and his torso propped up on his elbows, and LaShawn straddled his thighs, pointing his long wet cock to Chayton’s clenched hole. The Sioux tried to relax his ass muscles, but he couldn’t, and realized that his penance would’ve hardly been an easy one.

He felt his boyfriend’s cock pressing on the tight ring, slowly forcing it open, and when it plopped in, he felt a mild pang of pain, but nothing a fierce Sioux like him couldn’t take in stride.

The long intruder crawled his way into his depths, and Chayton sighed with a marveled pleasure: “Fuck … Your cock seems as thick as a baseball bat, buddy! Aahhh… It’s wonderful… Go deeper, fuck me hard, boy!”

LaShawn felt thrilled by Chayton’s dirty talking, and increased the force of his thrusts: “Oh, yeah? You wanna take this big black rod all the way?” – he growled, playing Chayton’s game. “Do you think I’m a sissy?” – Chayton replied aloud – “I’m a fuckin’ Sioux warrior, shove it in!”

“You asked for it!” – the black boy exclaimed with a fake threatening tone, and pushed hard his stiff cock all the way into his boyfriend’s ass; basking into the role of a forceful fucker giving to his defiant boy the ride of his life, he shoved his cock hard into the boy’s hole, and when he felt, deep inside the fiery chute, the tight muscle blocking his penetration, he just pushed harder, forcing it open more roughly that he really meant to do.

“NNNNGGHH!!” – Chayton suddenly moaned, clenching his teeth not to sound a wimp, but the sudden pain was too stinging to take it bravely as he had imagined. All his muscles stiffened and his eyes got watery, and LaShawn froze, realizing he’d gone too far and had carelessly hurt his boyfriend. 

With a great effort, Chayton kept his mouth shut and didn’t utter a sound more. His ass hurt as hell, but he felt he deserved it, he deserved to feel like he himself made LaShawn feel when he assaulted him with unrestrained, beastly fury.

He hid to his lover the tears suddenly sprang from his eyes and said with the same fake rough tone he had used so far: “Come on, boy! That’s all you got? Fuck that hot ass, give your rebel boy the fuck of his life!”

LaShawn, heartened by Chayton’s playful tone, totally unaware of his pain and his deep need to pay for what he’d done, started again fucking the tight ass, more cautiously at first, and then giving free rein to his pent-up lust.

Brennan was sitting aside, and spotted Chayton’s grimace of pain, and at first he didn’t know what to do, as he didn’t want to reveal what Chayton was obviously, and bravely, trying to hide. So, he said in a lustful tone: “Fuck, you two are too hot! Chayton, let me suck your cock, I’m dying to get into the action! May I, LaShawn?”

“Of course you may, buddy!” – LaShawn replied, standing up on his knees and pulling Chayton with him. The Sioux boy, now in a more relaxed position, felt the pain suddenly fade out, and exchanged a knowing, thankful glance with Brennan.

The Scottish boy hastened to take his friend’s cock in his mouth, to prevent LaShawn from realizing that it was totally limp, and passionately sucked it, licking the quickly stiffening shaft and kissing the growing head.

“Me too, me too!” – Charlie squealed, joining Brennan in his feasting over the now rock-hard rod and assaulting with his expert mouth the boy’s swollen balls.

It didn’t take much to Chayton, stimulated in such an exquisite way, to give in to a body-shaking climax: “Fuck, you’re sucking the cum out of me! Fuck! FUUUCCK!!”

Charlie and Brennan greedily slurped the creamy juice, while wanking hard their own stiff dicks. The anal contractions milked LaShawn’s cock, making it explode in a fountain of cum that was forcefully shot deep inside Chayton’s hole.

The two lovers crashed on the mattress, exhausted, and the other two boys, too horny to stop, went on jacking off, until a deluge of boy’s semen fell on the heaving couple.

“Damn, it’s been wild…” – LaShawn then said, rolling away from Chayton, and Brennan murmured, remembering Chayton’s grimace of pain: “It’s been wilder than you think…”

The black boy looked at his boyfriend and noticed the face streaked with tears: “No! Chayton, I’m sorry! Fuck, I’ve hurt you! You should’ve stopped me! Why you didn’t say anything?!”

“Because now we’re even, buddy” – he replied with a weary smile.

“And because a powerful Sioux warrior never asks for mercy!” – Brennan added, looking at Chayton with a great respect for his brave act.

“Chay, you’re crazy…” – LaShawn said softly, hugging tight his lover, immediately joined by the other boys in an affectionate group hug. From under the mass of sweaty naked bodies, emerged LaShawn’s playfully voice: “OK, who’s next?”, and the deafening laughter could be heard even from the living room, two floors below.

«At least, there’s someone having fun in this house…» – Beau sadly thought, while sitting on a living chair downstairs. Not being able to call Kale, to know how he was doing in Hawaii and help him in the difficult task he was facing, was oppressing his heart with a heavy weight, and Beau had no one to share it with. He couldn’t imagine how painful it would’ve been for him stay apart from his lover.

Though he couldn’t have news, Beau had guessed right: Kale’s journey home had been difficult so far, and he was about to face the last, most heartbreaking step. But, unbeknownst to Beau, Kale was not alone in his lush homeland, as he’d unexpectedly found, in Laniakea’s warm embrace, the solid, unwavering support he needed… and he was about to return the favour.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] See Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 12, ‘The Court is in session’
[2] See Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 24, ‘The Court is again in session’
[3] See Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 32, ‘A more serious trial’
[4] One day, Kale surprised Barry riding him while rolling his hips at a madly pace: see Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 34, ‘The Sultan and the Concubine’
[5] See the stand-alone story ‘Tales from the Cove: Toy-Boy’
[6] See the stand-alone story ‘Tales from the Cove: Bad Cop, Good Cop’
[7] See Chapter 3, ‘The hard way’
[8] See Chapter 3, ‘Bad experiment’
[9] See Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 5, ‘The Mighty Stud’
[10] See Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 50, ‘Not-so-hidden desire’