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, in Hawaii, reconciles to his father; his young cousin Laniakea comes out to him, and Kale decides to offer him a second chance, bringin him to the Cove.
At the Cove, Beau is depressed because he badly misses Kale, and Gerry makes him understand that he's more selfish than he suspected.

Synopsys

The boys are excited to know that Gerry was a biker, and have a... not-close-enough encounter with him; then Gerry relives his fond memories about his lost lover Caleb, in the guise of his son Rowan. Kale comes back to the Cove with Laniakea, who is warmly welcomed, but he feels uneasy with the huge house and his own sexuality. [⏳: 24’]

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~ Cast of Characters: the “Who’s Who” of the Cove!
~ Floor Plan of the Cove
~ Book 01: Chapters 1-7 (PDF with bookmarks)

≈ CHAPTER 7 – ONE OF US ≈

~ The hottest biker ~

At the Cove, the morning hours after breakfast were usually busy for the boys, as they all had some tasks to fulfil: Charlie had to clean the rooms, Rick had to tidy up the kitchen and take care of Beau’s mid-morning snack and the lunch, Brennan had to do the laundry, LaShawn take care of small repairs and Chayton, quite reluctantly, had to stay with his master Wahkan, studying their people’s history and heritage.

But that morning all the boys were in the kitchen, huddling up and whispering: “How cool is that?!”, “Do you think he really was?”, “If Rowan said it, it’s true!”, “Maybe we should ask him!”, “Sure! We definitely should ask him!”

Silently, almost on tiptoes like thieves in a church, they went out, crossed the desert dining room and went down to the basement. They stopped out of Rowan and Gerry’s door, uncertain: “Maybe he’s busy…”, “He may even shoo us!”, “Will he fuck us?”, “Brennan! Shh! He may hear you!”

Gerry actually didn’t hear anything, busy as he was fixing a squeaky door of the wardrobe. It was his free day at work, and he took the chance to do some little fixing around the room. Rowan, on the other side, due to his past life on the street, had a very sensitive hearing, and was stifling a smile, listening at the “silent” fuss coming from behind the door.

“Sorry, Brennan…” – Rowan said opening the door at once – “…but no one will fuck anyone, here! If there’s something… else that Gerry and I can do for you guys…”

Chuckling and blushing for the embarrassment, the boys flocked into the room. Gerry left his job undone and turned around giggling: “Sorry, I missed the last bit… Who’s fucking who? Already thinking about sex this early in the morning, kids?”

“Sir, have you come upstairs, lately?” – Rick exclaimed – “It’s hard not to think of sex, with all those gorgeous men in the house!”

Gerry rolled his eyes and laughed: “OK, OK… Next subject?”

Charlie stepped forward hesitantly: “Sir is it true the you… well… you were a biker?”

“I wasn’t” – the man replied resolutely, and smiled inwardly looking at the disappointed faces around him – “I am! You can’t stop being a biker, kid, even if you sold your Harley long ago like me. Being a biker is a lifestyle, a philosophy, not just riding a bike, you know”.

“Oh, wow!”, “I told you!”, “How cool is that?!” – were the excited comments. “I’m sorry, Daddy” – Rowan interjected – “It slipped from my lips yesterday after dinner, and… here’s the result!”

“Sir! Sir!” – Chayton said excited – “Do you have a leather jacket?”

Gerry smiled and winked to the boys: “Hold on, don’t move!”.  He took something from the closet and hid behind a room screen. After a few minutes and more than a few grunts, he came back and everyone gasped loud… including Rowan.

He was wearing black leather pants, that fit very tightly on his massive legs, as he had added some extra pounds since he used to ride his Harley. The tightness of the pants enhanced Gerry’s big bulge, and the boy’s eyes focused on the thick roll of meat resting sideways under the shining leather. The pants ended into tall black boots with metal toes and buckles; they looked very worn out, which added to their sinister charm. On his bare torso, he wore a thick leather jacket… that he had tried in vain to zip up, but he couldn’t, so it flapped open, giving a nice view of his massive hairy chest.

The boys couldn’t stay put, and moved closer, staring with rapt eyes at the man who seemed to come out from a gay porn magazine. A couple hands reached for the jacket to reverently touch it (they didn’t dare to touch the pants…) and for a moment there was a religious silence in the room.

“Sir… Did you ever have a fight with a rival gang?” – Chayton asked, and Charlie added: “Have you ever killed someone, sir?”

“I had plenty of brawls and fights, but no, I never killed anyone. But some of my fellow bikers did it, and let me tell you, it’s hard to live with such a burden”. He realized that Rowan, standing a bit afar, was looking at him with a worried expression, because his father Caleb was the head of the gang, and maybe he…

“No, Rowan. Your father never killed anyone, either. He was too tough and too smart to do such a stupid thing”.

~ Look and feel ~

“Have you ever been injured in a fight?”, “Have you some scars?” – the boys asked all at once, in a deluge of excited questions.

Gerry flashed a patient smile, as he had guessed that the boys would’ve never left without having their curiosity completely satisfied. “I have several scars, but I got the worse one when a thug stabbed me in the ribs, he missed my heart by no more than an inch. Here, take a look!”

He took off his jackets and showed his left side, raising his arm to let the boy look at his deep scar between the ribs. “Oooohh!”, the boys exclaimed in chorus, partly for the excitement of seeing the reddish rugged scar on Gerry’s side, and partly for having such a close view of the bare-chested hairy stud, with an arm raised to reveal the thick bush under his armpit. Cautious fingers rose to gently feel the scar, and in the crowd of hands there were several ‘casual’ caresses to the side of the pectoral and even light brushes to the nipple.

“How come a tough biker like you doesn’t have any tattoo?” – Rick asked, a bit puzzled. Gerry shrugged: “I once had one on my left bicep, but I had it removed long ago. I still have another small tattoo, but… it’s small, nothing interesting… No, kids! I’m not going to show you! It’s in a place…”

“Come on, sir! Please, show us!” – the boys urged Gerry and went on pressing him until he sighed: “OK, OK, stop squawking!”.  He unbuttoned his pants and tore them down with some effort. Then hooked his thumb under the waistband of his briefs and revealed a small intricate tattoo on his groin. The curly pubic bush flowing out of the waistband almost hid it, and the boys crouched to have a better look at the tattoo… and of course at the massive bulge next to it.

When a tentative hand moved to reach it, Gerry stepped back: “No kids, stop there! The show is over!” – and he pulled up his leather pants, giving up on zipping them up before even trying.

“I hate to be the party crasher, buddies” – Rowan intervened, laughing – “but I told you: no one is going to fuck anyone, here! I’m quite sure you have many things to do upstairs, haven’t you?”

“OK…” – Charlie said, standing up with the other boys – “Thank you so much, for showing us, sir!”. “And… thank you for coming to the Cove, sir” – Rick added, glancing sideways at Rowan – “You didn’t make happy only Rowan, but all of us, too!”

“Yes, thank you sir!” – all the boys chorused, rushing into Gerry’s arms in a raucous, joyful group hug. “OK, boys, now stop, I’m not a teddy bear!” – Gerry laughed, sneaking out from the many arms and hands grabbing him like a noisy octopus – “You heard Rowan, you have your duties to attend. Playtime’s over!”

The boisterous bunch scampered away, leaving Gerry and Rowan alone. “That is the deadliest gang I’ve ever met!” – Gerry laughed, trying to take away the tight pants, and then grunted: “Fuck, I didn’t realize I had become this fat!”
“I cannot see a single ounce of fat, Daddy” – Rowan replied with an urchin grin – “Here, let me help you…”

Once stripped to his underwear, Gerry sat heavily on the bed. Rowan looked at his pensive expression and cautiously asked: “Are you angry with the boys?”.  Gerry flashed a faint smile and shook his head: “Angry? No, not at all. You know who I’m thinking to, Rowan. This masquerade, and the heavy sexual vibes of those kids, brought lots of fond memories to my mind. Memories of your father Caleb. Fuck, after so many years I still miss him so much!”

Rowan stood silent for a moment, then picked up Gerry’s jacket and helped him wear it, smiling at his puzzled expression. “Just a moment, Daddy…”

~ Caleb is back ~

Rowan went behind the room screen and emerged wearing a black leather jacket, the one that once was his father’s, still bearing the merciless scraping of the asphalt [1]. Gerry looked at his boy coming towards him with a sensual smile, wearing that jacket… and nothing else.

“Don’t push away those memories, Daddy…” – the guy said, gently pushing Gerry on the bed and removing his briefs – “They hurt, but they let my father live in our hearts. He’s still here, I can feel him… and you too”. Rowan looked down with a smile, and Gerry’s member was hard and throbbing.

The man, staring into Rowan’s eyes, the same twin black lakes as Caleb, reclined on the bed and raised his legs. He didn’t say anything, but Rowan knew what special memory he was reliving, and borrowed the words that his father spoke long ago: “I don’t want to fuck you, I want to make love to you…” [2]

Rowan quickly wetted his stiff cock with some spit and pressed it on Gerry’s clenched hole. “Don’t fight me, Gerry. Let me in, you need it as much as I do…”

The tight hole quivered, as if Gerry was putting an effort in relaxing it, and Rowan leaned down, to brush his lips over his man’s. Gently, his tongue intruded into Gerry’s lips and started exploring his warm mouth, until he felt the man’s arms around him, and their kiss became fierce and passionate. Gerry’s nether portal opened to welcome the stiff cock, and he felt overwhelmed by Rowan’s tenderness, and Caleb’s manliness at the same time.

While Rowan’s hot member pumped at a steady pace into his depths, Gerry felt like shifting from the present, where his boy was making sweet love to him, to thirty years earlier, when Caleb took his virginity in a cheap motel room.

“Take me… Fuck me… Only you can make me feel like this…!” – Gerry moaned, and Rowan felt a pang of pain, because he didn’t want to be for Gerry a substitute of Caleb, he wanted to be loved as Rowan; but he knew what he was doing when he wore his father’s jacket, he did it on purpose, because Gerry needed it.

And yet, feeling the smooth leather of his father’s jacket sensually brushing his chest and his nipples at each thrust of his cock was making him feel hot, powerful, and his hips paced up, bumping harder on Gerry’s firm buttocks and pushing his manly meat deeper into the man’s fiery chute.

“Fuck, it feels sooo good…!” – Gerry growled, arching his hips to offer a better access to the rock-hard cock relentlessly battering his prostate – “Damn, man, you’re making me go crazy…!”

Rowan tried hard not to think to his father: he was not Caleb, he was Rowan! His inner turmoil made his cock pierce harder Gerry’s tender flesh, carelessly, forcefully, with powerful thrusts fueled by his dull anger. He loved Gerry, and he hated him at the same time, unable as he was to accept his boy’s love as it was.

“Yes! Yes!” – Gerry screamed, under the forceful fuck, feeling his cock trapped between their shifting groins – “What are you doing to me Rowan… You’re making me… ah!! Fill me with your juice, my boy! I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum… NNNNGGHH!”

While his man stiffened in a wreaking orgasm, Rowan’s mind registered the truth: ‘Rowan’, ‘my boy’… He wasn’t dreaming of Caleb, he was talking to him! The sudden warmth that spread in his heart made his groin explode: “Here it comes, Daddy! This is for you… for yoUUUUGHH!!”

He looked straight and Gerry, forcing his eyes open despite the excruciating pleasure, and he opened his soul to the man he loved, telling him in his special way how much he loved him, needed him and desired him.

“Rowan… my boy…” – Gerry murmured, while his last drops of semen slipped out of his cock – “I love you, Rowan…”

“I know, Daddy. Now I know.” – Rowan replied, and leaned over to give to his man the most tender kiss ever.

~ Unexpected guest ~

Gerry and Rowan could barely take a quick shower and get dressed when they heard again the boys noisily coming down the stairs. “Good gracious, not again!” – Gerry exclaimed, rolling his eyes in a funny way. The door crashed open: “He’s coming back! Kale is coming back! He’ll be here in minutes!”

They all rushed upstairs, where they found all the men waiting in the living room; there were a lot of exchanging glances full of joy and relief. Truth to be told, beyond appearances and despite what Beau may have believed, it was Kale the towering pillar, the bedrock of the Cave, and they all missed him a lot.

They heard a car stopping out of the main door and waited in silence for the door to open. Most of the men remembered a similar moment, when Beau came back from Applecross with Kale… and his new boy Brennan [3].

The door opened and as soon as Kale stepped in, he was literally assaulted by a hoard of men and boys, all eager to hug him, tell him how happy they were to have him back and asking news about his homeland and family. At some point, Beau roared playfully: “Step back you all! He’s mine!”, and grabbed Kale at the waist like a caveman with his woman, and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss that elicited many whistles, loud cheers and rowdy comments.

When they finally parted, Beau looked straight into his lover’s eyes and said: “Welcome back, Kale… You can’t even imagine how much I’ve missed you… Tonight I’ll show you!”

“Damn, it’s only mid-morning, can’t you find an earlier appointment in your agenda?”

Beau was about to kiss him again, but he raised his eyes and stepped back, surprised, noticing a good-looking buff guy with a tanned Hawaiian complexion, looking at them from the door and flashing a bright, sincere smile that could win anyone’s heart… and sure enough won Beau’s on the spot.

“Oh!” – the blond boss exclaimed with an uncertain smile – “I didn’t know we had a guest! I’m so sorry, you must be thinking that we are… well… a bit flamboyant!”

“He’s not a guest, Beau” – Kale said seriously, looking intensely into his lover’s eyes – “He’s… one of us. He’s here to stay… if it’s fine with you.”

Beau flashed to Kale a meaningful smile and put out his hand to the guy: “Welcome to the Cove! Or I should say: Aloha!”

“Aloha, sir!” – the guy replied with a friendly, warm voice – “My name is Laniakea Nani kōkī Kahananui”. There were exchanging glances in the group, listening to the endless name of the guy. An impish grin flashed on Beau’s face, who shook hands with him and replied: “Enchanté, I’m Beauregard Rice-Duncan de le Motte, Vicomte de Saint Julien”.

“OK, stop there, you two!” – Kale laughed – “Have mercy on a guy bearing a four-letter name! Beau, meet Laniakea. Laniakea, Beau. And this ends the introductions!”.  Amid the loud laughter, Beau said to the newcomer: “I’m very glad to have you here! Kale says you’re one of us, and I don’t have to know anything else. Unfortunately, I’m more than sure that this rowdy bunch…” – he added looking around at the men and boys – “…will give you many reasons to be shocked or embarrassed, but never forget we all love you: if you’re special to Kale, you’re special to all of us.”

Brennan stepped forward and said to Kale: “Sir… Is Laniakea your boy?”

“No kid, he’s not my boy…” – Kale replied – “…or anyway he won’t be for me what you are for Beau. But I really care for him. I think you two will get along great!”. The counselor noticed that everyone was looking at him, eager to better understand who Laniakea really was, and how to interact with him; so, he added in a louder voice: “He’s my second cousin, by the way, he’s 23 and, as you all can see, he’s 100% Hawaiian. And he’s an excellent Hula dancer!”

All the men and the boys crowded around Laniakea to give him a boisterous, Cove-style welcome, that started with kind things like: “Nice to meet you!”, “If you need anything, just ask!”, “I’m sure you’ll like it here!”, but soon the comments became more daring: “Is it true that Hula dancers don’t wear anything under the skirt?”, “You must be a gym rat, look at those biceps!”, “Are all Hawaiian as sexy as you and Kale?”.

Laniakea didn’t even try answering to the many questions (most of which didn’t require any reply, anyway), and laughed heartily, while his cheeks turned red every other minute. At some point, Kale grabbed his hand and said: “Let me show you around, so we can find a room for you”.

~ House arrangements ~

Climbing upstairs, Kale explained: “There are eight suites in the house, plus an attic and a basement. All the boys share the suite with a senior man, but some men live alone… like me. Here, this is my suite!”

They entered Kale’s room and Laniakea suggested: “Why should you find a room for me? If you have a suite, I could maybe sleep in the adjacent room…”. He moved to open the connecting door and Kale tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Laniakea gasped, entering the room that Kale had transformed into a playroom for his bondage games. The guy’s mouth sagged open as he watched with wide eyes the ropes hanging from railings in the ceiling, the hooks bolted into the floor, the wooden cross nailed on a wall, the many sex toys scattered around and the countless floor-to-ceiling mirrors creating stunning reflections.

“I’m sorry, Nani kōkī, there are… things about me that you still don’t know. This is one. Are you shocked?”

“A… bit” – Laniakea replied, with his heart racing – “I mean… I thought these things only existed in the videos I sometimes watch on the net… Do you personally use this stuff? Does… physical pain excite you?”.  Kale flashed a friendly smile: “This stuff is not intended to cause physical pain, but excruciating pleasure; yes, sometimes screams have echoed on these walls, but only for the shattering orgasms we were experiencing.”

They moved back to the main room and Kale pondered: “Maybe it’s about time I move all that stuff elsewhere and restore that room to its original function. So far, I never needed to have a second bedroom, you know. I never imagined I could’ve needed it, sooner or later. But so many things changed in my life recently, and I’d really love to share my suite with you, Nani kōkī.”

Laniakea nodded excited and Kale took a deep breath: “But it will take a while. In the meantime, you’ll stay in a suite of your own, upstairs, on the third floor”. Kale led the way and entered one of the two empty suites upstairs: “On this floor live Jorell and LaShawn, the two black guys you saw downstairs, and the door in front of yours is Stewart’s, an airman, who shares the suite with his boy Rick, our resident chef; you probably noticed him, he’s the one with fiery red hair”.

Kale smiled tenderly at Laniakea and added: “Why don’t you start putting away your things? I have to go and talk to Beau”. The guy nodded, but the sensible Kale noticed a frown clouding his usually serene eyes: “Is there something wrong, Nani kōkī?”

“No… I… I’m not sure to understand this thing, Kale… I mean, you and Beau are lovers, but back in Hana we… you know... we made love, and I don’t understand what we are to each other. I cannot lie to you, I desire to make love to you again, Kale, but I feel you’ve cheated on Beau with me, and I don’t want you or Beau to be unhappy. Maybe it was not a good idea for you to bring me here…”

“It was the best thing I’ve done in ages, bringing you here” – Kale replied with affection – “And I didn’t cheat on Beau, with you. I think we share something unique, a bond made of family, heritage, common experiences; you opened your heart to me and I opened mine to you, and that’s something that has nothing to do with Beau and doesn’t lessen in any way my love for him. A man’s heart is so big, Nani kōkī! I guess that for you our lifestyle at the Cove may sound a bit hard to understand, but in my heart there’s a special place for Beau, and a special place for you… and there’s still plenty of room for the other man living here! We all love each other, here, and… we fuck, too. Yes, I purposely chose this term, because fucking and making love are not the same thing. I may fuck with Barry or Alex, but I make love with you or Beau…”

“And what about me?” – Laniakea inquired with a doubtful tone – “I’m not sure to know what I can and can’t do, here… I mean, you won’t be angry or sad if I… fuck with someone else?”

“Absolutely not, as long as you keep in mind a few rules: first and foremost, never have an involvement with someone outside of the Cove. Never! This is extremely important, not only for possible STD’s, but also because it’s easy to shatter the delicate balance of the house, or hurt someone’s feelings. And second… well, there’s no second rule, actually. If you were younger, I would tell you that you shouldn’t have sex with other senior men without my permission, but you are old enough to choose for yourself: as long as it’s totally consensual, you can do whatever you want with anyone.”

“Wow, I have a lot to elaborate, Kale.” – Laniakea said with a sigh – “I only hope I won’t displease you or anyone else. I’ve never… uhm… interacted with so many people at once! I’ll do my best, I want you to be proud of me, Kale!”

“I want you to be proud of yourself, Nani kōkī. That’s all that counts…”

~ Sounds of sex and love ~

Kale went away and Laniakea started to unpack his little baggage. The closet seemed so big and empty when he was done; nevertheless, he felt he had more than he’s ever hoped for.

He went to the bathroom to freshen up and he heard a sound, like distant voices coming from somewhere. He spotted an air vent, got closer and heard more distinct voices coming from the room below him. He didn’t recognize the voices, of course, having just met them all, and was about to go away when he heard a deep, masculine voice talking about him: “So, kid, what you think of the new guy, Lana… Liana…”. “Laniakea, sir!” – a younger, joyful voice replied – “I searched on the net, it means ‘Great heavens’, don’t you think it’s a wonderful name? And he looks wonderful, too! So buff and muscular, and his smile was so friendly! He’s so sexy!”

Laniakea felt very happy to have done a good impression on the boy, as he was a newcomer, and really wanted to be accepted and appreciated by those men and boys.

“Sexier than me?” – the manly voice growled, and then there was a chocked squeal and a lustful sigh – “No, sir, no one can ever be sexier than you, you’re so massive, so hairy! I could lose my load just looking at you sir…”

Downstairs, Charlie was lying in the middle of the large bed, stripped to his underwear; the fabric of his boxers was straining so much under the pressure of his youthful erection that it seemed like it was about to rip any moment. Charlie’s glance exuded such an ecstatic rapture that Alex felt his own cock throb into his loose briefs.

The bulky guard climbed on the bed and stood for a while on all four, towering over his boy, whose lean body was half his size. “Sir…” – Charlie murmured looking at the massive body over him – “You know what really turns me on when I’m with you? You’re so big, so strong, and if only you wanted, you could break me, force me to do anything, split me, even… but then you only give me such a great pleasure, sir! I love you so much, sir! And I love being at your mercy…”

“You’re right, kid” – Alex said with a playful tone – “You’re at my mercy, and I can do to you whatever I want, especially… if you can’t move!”

With a swift move, he took his handcuffs from the nightstand and locked Charlie’s right wrist to the headboard. While the boy, taken aback, was trying to get free, Alex took a short cut of soft rope and tied the left wrist to the other post. “And now, kid, get ready to… what you said? …be broken, forced to do nasty things and split open!”

With a hard tug, the strong man ripped away the boy’s underwear, and another squeal of excitement reached Laniakea’s ears, upstairs. «I really shouldn’t stay here, listening to them…» – the Hawaiian guy thought, but he was too excited, as in his solitary confinement in Hana he could only watch porn, but this… this was real life, real men, and real lust. With his cock twitching hard into his underpants, he got closer to the air vent, so as not to miss a single word, a single sound, a single groan of pleasure.

“No! What are you doing, sir! Not my ass!!” – Charlie screamed, playing the virgin, much for his man’s excitement. Alex had dipped his fingers into the lubricant and was about to smear it deep inside his boy’s chute: “Stop squirming, kid! I’m doing this for your own good, so when I shove my huge cock inside your tiny hole it won’t be shred to pieces!”

He gently pushed two fingers into the well-trained hole, that immediately opened up to ease the delightful intrusion. The fingers became three and started gyrating into the warm canal, moving deeper and enlarging the elastic hole. “You’re ready, kid…” – Alex growled – “…but I’m not! Open up that gifted mouth of yours!”

Charlie looked at his man kneeling astride his torso, and sure enough, his massive rock-hard cock didn’t seem to need any help whatsoever. He feigned a horrified expression: “Sir… it’s too big… and I’ve never, never…”.  His words ended in an indistinct gurgle, the moment Alex’ cock filled his mouth and, without pausing, forced open his throat muscles. Alex didn’t worry at all, as he knew well that taking his thick cock, even a bit roughly, was nothing more than an everyday thing for Charlie, thanks to his past experience at The Mighty Stud.

But Laniakea, overhearing them, didn’t know, and for a moment he was worried that the man was going too far with the boy. But then the joyful voice soon exclaimed: “Please sir, more!!”, and the Hawaiian guy smiled with relief, feeling even more excited for the ‘forced’ sex scene going on downstairs.

“I’m not here to please you, kid…” – Alex’ voice boomed – “…but the other way round! Get ready, because your tight virgin ass is going to be broken in by this big cock!”.  Alex placed his swollen glans on Charlie’s well-lubricated hole and couldn’t help but smile, looking at the excited expression of his boy. “If you don’t scream while your ass gets shred to pieces, I may reward you with my jizz…”.

Laniakea could almost see behind his closed eyes the cock slowly forcing open the elastic ring, to then dive into the tender flesh of the eager boy, squirming in ecstasy and trying hard not to scream for the pleasure. The chocked moan that escaped the kid’s mouth was the crowning touch to his already too vivid visualization.

But he couldn’t imagine the glance full of sheer love that Alex was giving to Charlie in that moment. The bulky guard had fucked a lot of asses in his life, and especially after moving to the Cove, but the pure, overwhelming excitement of his boy was infectious and never ceased to boost the fire in his loins. “You know I could never hurt you, kid…” – he murmured with a great affection, while he quickly untied his boy’s hands – “You’re such a wonderful boy, Charlie, I love you, never doubt it!”

The massive cock moved confidently in and out the tender ass, and Charlie threw his now free arms around his man’s head, to pull him down and kiss him passionately. He loved when Alex fucked him in that position, with their chests touching and shifting over each other, because he felt helpless under that massive body so bigger than his. He loved Alex’ curly body hair tickling his skin, and his stubbled face pressed against his… and of course his mighty cock filling him to the brim.

The exquisite sensation that Alex’ cock was sending through his nerves were tough to bear, and soon Charlie whined in a sexual crescendo: “I can’t hold back much longer, sir… I’ve been a good boy, I didn’t scream! Will you please… cum, sir? Please? Ohhh sir… Please I’m about to… Nnnnngghh… AAAH!! AAAH! Aww, FUCK!! Oh, sorry sir!”

“There’s no one like you boy…” – Alex said in a chocked voice, sent through the roof by Charlie’s blubber, so innocent and sexy – “You’ve been a good boy, and here’s… OOOHH!... your reward! AWW… YEAHH!!”

The cock became a spurting piston into Charlie’s ass, and the reward the boy got was much more than his loosened ass could hold. Viscous streams of man juice seeped out of the boy hole at each powerful thrust, and long streaks of boyish juice lubricated the two shifting abdomens.

Their moans of pleasure echoed in the room and went up the air vent, to Laniakea’s ear. The guy was breathing hard, moved by the passion that the boy… Charlie, was it?... and his man were sharing. The moans had trailed off, but erotic images of the unknown massive hairy man and his boy lost in their overwhelming sexual pleasure were still lingering behind his closed eyes; and they were so vivid and intense that he suddenly shuddered, while his own dick throbbed hard and spurted thick globs of cream that soon soaked his boxers.

~ Nobody’s boy ~

When he came down from the unexpected, shattering spontaneous climax, Laniakea opened his eyes and sighed. All those ‘boy’ and ‘sir’, the sexual game, the loving complicity he heard through the air vent made something stir deep inside him.

He had understood, more or less, what Kale told him earlier, and one thing was clear: he wasn’t Kale’s boy. And this was a bit unsettling, in that big house apparently populated only by senior men and their boys, because… he was neither one nor the other.

He didn’t know anyone in the house, and when they welcomed him, earlier, all those men, though kind, were a bit intimidating. But the boys weren’t, they actually seemed quite outgoing and easy, so maybe talking to one of them would’ve been the best way to start grasping some of the secrets and habits of the house («the… Cove!», he mentally corrected himself).

«That red-headed guy, what was his name, Dick?» – Laniakea thought – «…No, Rick! Kale said he stayed on this floor…». He quickly put some casual clothes, cargo shorts and a colored shirt left open, and went out to the silent corridor. He was unsure, so he knocked on the door next to the stairs, hoping it was the right one.

It wasn’t the red-headed chef who opened the door, but a lean guy with a chocolate-and-caramel skin tone and a chiseled body barely covered by the high-cut tank and low-rise shorts he was wearing. “Oh! I’m sorry, I knocked on the wrong door…” – Laniakea murmured, hit by the guy’s flamboyant attire and his beautiful green eyes… not to mention his perfect ass barely contained by the skimpy shorts. “Not at all! You’re exactly where you should be!” – the black guy replied with a wide smile, grabbing the Hawaiian by his arm (taking the chance to feel the massive bicep) and gently pulling him inside. He put out his hand: “The name’s LaShawn, and this is my man Jorell”.

Laniakea gasped, looking at the tall muscular black man raising from the chair and getting close, wearing just black cargo shorts and a faded loose tank top. His skin was so dark it almost seemed black, and he was so much taller than him, almost intimidating! But when he flashed a friendly smile and talked with his deep, kind voice, Laniakea knew for sure he was a good man. “I’m glad we can know each other a little better… Laniakea, is it? Downstairs there were too many people to even shake hands. Have a seat!”

They moved to the living corner of the room; Jorell sprawled on an armchair and the two guys sat on a small sofa. “Have you settled down nicely?” – the man asked kindly, and Laniakea flashed an uncertain smile: “Yes, but it’s all so new for me, I’m a bit… confused…”. He frowned, and Jorell said: “I know, we’re too many here at the Cove, and the house itself is quite big, but you’ll soon feel more comfortable.”

“Sir…” – LaShawn said thoughtfully, looking at Laniakea’s frown – “I think it’s something more than that…”.  He placed a hand on the guy’s arm and added: “You can ask us whatever you want, there are no secrets here, not for you!”

“Jorell… sir…” – Laniakea said, uncertain about how he was supposed to address the man – “You see, I’m not Kale’s boy, I’m his cousin, he stated it clear, but every man here seems to have a boy, and every boy has a man, and I’m not sure how I fit in all this…”

“Kid… sorry, Laniakea… OK, kid!” – Jorell said with a smile, noticing how pleased the guy was to be addressed that way – “It’s not true that every man here has a boy; Barry, for instance, has none. And Beau didn’t have one for a long time. As for Kale… well, he may say what he wants, but I say he got himself an affectionate, loyal and… very handsome boy!”

“I’m my own man, always been…” – Laniakea replied with a proud, confident tone that made Jorell see him as a self-assured young man, and made LaShawn feel a horny twitch in his pants – “I’m not Kale’s boy.”

“You see, Laniakea” – Jorell continued, noticing a crack in the guy’s confident façade – “having a boy is all about nurturing a kid (or a younger man, if you like) you feel a strong connection with, teach him to live his life, guide him through the difficult challenges of life, and always be there for him. Now, I’m not into Kale’s mind, but if I know him a little bit, you are his boy, no more, no less”.

Laniakea smiled wide, as he felt that, after all, he could find his place into that big house, among that large group of people. He flashed a shy glance at LaShawn and asked: “And you two… I know I shouldn’t ask… You and Jorell make love?”

The black guy’s silvery laugh echoed in the room: “Of course, dude! Have you taken a good look at him? Though, the best part of him is hidden into his pants, at the moment. You see, there’s a reason why he can’t wear anything shorter than knee-length pants…”

“LaShawn!” – Jorell exclaimed, annoyed to be put on display that way. Truth to be told, he’d never had a good relationship with the massive 13-inch weapon hanging from his groin, knowing how grief it could cause. But Jorell’s exclamation only compelled Laniakea to focus his eyes on the man’s bulge, and he couldn’t fail to notice the impossibly long fat snake resting under the thin fabric, along the thigh. Though he had often watched porn videos featuring well-hung black men, he couldn’t help but open his eyes wide and gasp loud. “Oh… sorry sir… I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t…” – he muttered, but he couldn’t tear his gaze off the mesmerizing bulge.

Jorell was used to raise other people’s attention and just laughed: “If you stay around, kid, maybe sooner or later you’ll see it… in the flesh! Ha ha ha! But only with Kale’s permission: there’s a strict rule here at the Cove that men don’t mess with boys without their master’s permission”.

“I’m nobody’s boy!” – Laniakea stated again, with manly pride, but then he flashed a shy, boyish grin: “Kale’s already gave me permission to do whatever I feel, anyway…”

“Good boy!” – Jorell exclaimed and LaShawn added with a conspiratorial tone: “Boys with boys is OK without anyone’s permission, you know…” – and his hand gently brushed Laniakea’s naked thigh.

~ Beau’s struggle ~

In the attic, a similar conversation was having place between Kale and Beau. Despite the enthusiasm he showed when he welcomed the newcomer to the Cove, Beau couldn’t really grasp what Laniakea was for Kale, and his role in the house.

“So, you got yourself a boy, in the end…” – he said with an impish smile to Kale, who shook his head: “I told you, Laniakea is my cousin, he’s not my boy. I… I just couldn’t leave him there, when I was leaving. He did so much for me, Beau! He had me at his place, fed me, comforted me in my moments of desperation, and also did a whole lot when my father died.”

“I’m glad you were not alone, and you got a warm comforting hug when you most needed it…” – Beau said, and though the sentence was kind, there was a sort of tension in his voice, when he spoke – “And… did you make love to him?”

“To tell the truth, he made love to me” – Kale admitted, cautiously, because he sensed that something was not going in the right direction, in their conversation – “He’s young, but a fierce, assertive manliness is blossoming in him. He needed to impose his virility over another man… and I was the chosen one. Well, not that he had other options, in that godforsaken hole…”

“Did he use at least some protection?” – Beau inquired, tense, and Kale sighed: “I’m careful, I’m not a rookie; there was no need of protections: I was his first.”  Beau insisted: “His first? The first man he fucked, you mean?”

Kale shook his head with a pitying expression: “His first ever, in any department, Beau. Damn, I feel bad just thinking about it… Twenty-three years old, almost a man, and the only hands to ever touch his body had been his own… Believe, me Beau, it was heartbreaking seeing him wasting his life in that small village, where he couldn’t be himself and had no hope to express his true self. You know what I’m talking about, Beau!”

“You’re talking about Brennan, right? He too was wasting his life surrounded by narrow-minded villagers who would’ve never accepted him. But Brennan didn’t fuck me, if I’m not mistaken…”

“Where is the difference? You made Brennan understand he was perfect the way he was, you helped him being himself for the first time, and then you granted him a second chance taking him as your boy. That’s what I did. That’s what I’m doing right now!”

Beau sighed: “So, he is your boy, after all…”

“Why do you want to put labels on things? He’s not a kid, he’s 23 and he struggles to feel, or better to be, his own man. That’s why I told him he was free to do whatever he liked with the other men at the Cove.”

“You see?” – Beau said with half a smile – “You gave him permission. A once-for-all permission, but still a permission. He’s your boy, no doubts about it!”

“Damn, why is so important for you stating that he’s my boy?” – Kale said aloud, seriously – “I don’t see where you’re going, but there’s something annoying you, so stop fiddling around and tell me!”

Beau hit the table with his hand, stood up and started walking in the room, nervously. After a long pause, he said: “I don’t know what pisses me off! You tell me, you’re the counselor! I feel something I don’t want to feel, but I can’t help it! Gerry told me that I’m selfish, and it’s true, I’m terribly selfish! But I hated staying here, without even being able to call you, without being able to be at your side in such a difficult moment. I wish it was my voice to comfort you when you were in despair, I wish they were my arms to hold you tight when you needed help… and I wish it was my cock to send you to a heavenly place where all the pain was forgotten! I wish I was the one to love you… not Laniakea! This is why it’s so important for me to understand: because if he’s not your boy, then he’s… something else! And I may be fucking selfish, but it hurts! It hurts, Kale, and I hate myself, because I don’t want to feel like this…”

Kale rose from his chair with wet eyes and went to Beau, hugging him from behind and placing his head over his shoulder. “Beau… I can’t believe it… You’re jealous!”

“No, I’m not!” – Beau immediately stated, but his voice was not convincing.

“Like you said, I’m the counselor” – Kale replied with a soft, loving tone – “You are jealous, and this is the most tender thing you’ve ever done for me!”

Kale’s hand moved gently from his lover’s chest down to his bulge, taking greedy handfuls of the thick member hidden into his trousers, while his warm lips placed a million small kisses on the back on Beau’s neck.

“I love you Beau, I love more than ever… and I’m not going to wait until tonight to show you…!

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[1] Gerry himself gave that jacket to Rowan, as a gift for his 30th birthday, during the inauguration of Maison de la Motte: see Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 53, ‘Uninvited guest’
[2] See Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 54, ‘ Man love’
[3] See Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 31, ‘Welcome back!’