The Cove

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In the previous chapters…

Gerry's heterosexual inclinations and his inhibitions make it hard for him having sex with Rowan, despite the sheer love he feels for him.
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. Kale comes back to the Cove with Laniakea, who is warmly welcomed, but he feels uneasy with the huge house and his own sexuality.

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Synopsys

After an intense night of sex between Barry and Stewart, the Cove gets a disturbing surprise, when Kale busts Gerry in bed with a woman, Gladys. All the men are upset, because the weird situation is unprecedented at the Cove, but Kale fights for Gerry's right to be heterosexual. Rowan feels inadequate for Gerry, and looks for reassurance into Barry's arms. [⏳: 26’]

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~ Cast of Characters: the “Who’s Who” of the Cove!
~ Floor Plan of the Cove
~ Book 01: Chapters 1-8 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 8 – HETEROPHOBIA ≈

~ Dinner with a twist ~

At dinner, the whole Cove was sitting around the large dining table, chatting lively and wolfing down the tasty food prepared by the talented Hendrick. All the men and the boys were particularly happy, because for once, Rowan was eating with them, instead of dining with Gerry, downstairs.

As a matter of fact, since Gerry and Rowan had moved to the Cove a month earlier, they’d never taken their meals in the dining room: Rowan always came upstairs to fill a tray and brought it to Gerry.

The “guys upstairs”, as Gerry called them, had become used to see two empty chairs around the table, and that night they all were very happy to have with them at least Rowan.

“I dearly hope that Gerry is not eating alone, in the basement” – Beau said to Rowan – “I’d hate to know that! I’m not going to insist, but let me tell you once more that we all would’ve be glad and honoured to have him upstairs, taking his meals with us”.

“Sir, you’re very kind, and Gerry knows well how eager you are to have him here; and I’m sure it will happen, sooner or later. It would take shorter, if he talked to you all every now and then, but he never comes upstairs… Anyway, tonight is not eating alone: as a matter of fact, he’s gone out for dinner, and asked me to leave the room to him, because he would’ve come back late.”

“Cool! Why don’t you sleep with me?” – Rick asked, excited, hoping to tighten their special bond that went back to Rowan’s first days at the Cove. He turned to Stewart and asked with an eager tone: “May we, sir? Please!”

“Of course you may, kid!” – the airman replied with a smile – “When ever could I say no to you, when you look at me with those eyes?”

“Don’t listen to that heap of bullshit, kid” – Barry laughed – “Your airman is a liar, he already planned to sleep with me tonight! You see, kid, apparently the soldier, here, just can’t get enough of the treatment he received at the lake [1], and he’s begging for more!”

More sexual banter ensued and everyone, including Laniakea, laughed heartily and made witty comments about the two couples and their oncoming hot night.

After dinner, Beau asked Alex and Kale to sit down with him in the living room. “What do you think about that?” – the boss asked – “Gerry going out to dinner without Rowan?”

Alex shrugged his shoulders: “He’s not a hermit like us, who have found all the friendship, love and sex we need within the Cove. He’s a jovial man, he must have many friends, and it’s pleasurable to spend a night out, drinking and having fun.”

“If so, why not bringing Rowan with him?” – Beau replied – “It’d be good for him knowing new persons and expanding his social life”. Kale disagreed: “Don’t forget Rowan’s background; while it’s true that in the last year he’s become much more confident, don’t forget his starting point: at first, whenever he faced a crowd, he seemed to see no one but the person he wanted to talk to. Maybe he doesn’t feel comfortable in a pub, drinking beer with a rowdy bunch of unknown men…”

“In any case” – Beau concluded – “Rowan seemed perfectly at ease with his man going out alone. If it’s OK with him, we shouldn’t mind what is obviously none of our business”

“Well said, boss!” – Alex laughed, standing up – “And talking about other people’s business, I wish I could be a fly on the wall, to see what happens in Barry’s room! Someone’s going to have his ass reamed by a beer-can thick cock tonight!”

They all wished goodnight, giggling, and went to bed, sure that in Barry’s room the two men were about to stage an already seen old play. But that night someone had secretly changed the script…

 

~ The airman is in charge ~

When door closed behind Barry and Stewart, the two men looked at each other with lustful sparkles in their eyes. Since they first met, few years before, there always had been a strong mutual attraction between them, coupled with a solid friendship. Nothing could come between them, and they knew they could even play to each other a dirty trick, every now and then, without putting in danger their strong bond.

While drinking a Scotch and chatting lively, the airman covertly scanned the room with his eyes, until he spotted what he was looking for: some ornamental buckles bolted into the wall at eye level. He finished his drink and growled: “Come on, stud, I’m on fire, put down that glass and let me have a nice close view of that muscled hairy body of yours!”

Barry didn’t have to be told twice, because not only his usual overactive sexuality had put a fire in his loins, but he couldn’t get off in the last two days, and he was feeling like a volcano ready to erupt. He jumped on his feet and started stripping with hurried hands: “I thought you’d never ask, man! I’m stocked like never!”

Stewart followed suit and in few moments they were standing naked in front of the bed. Barry started pushing Stewart down to the mattress, eager to impale him with his already hard thick cock, but Stewart said with a pleading tone: “Please, let me admire your body, let me worship your muscles…”

Barry knew that Stewart had the hots for him, and his ego was boosted by those sweet words, ‘admire’, ‘worship’; with a knowing smile, he lay down on the bed, spread-eagled, and growled: “Be my guest…”

The airman climbed on top of the lying worked and pressed his body on his, grinding his hips on Barry’s massive cock and making their nipples sensually brush over each others. Barry closed his eyes, enjoying the erotic massage, Stewart’s kisses on his chest and shoulders and his voice giving an extremely dirty description of what he wanted Barry to do to him.

The worker basked in the pleasure of the two strong hands tickling his nipples, to then move up, to his biceps, and then further along the forearms and the wrists. His mind intoxicated by the testosterone, flowing freely in his veins, didn’t register the feeling of the soft ropes tightening around his wrists until it was too late.

“Hey! What the fuck you’re doing, soldier?” – Barry shouted, trying in vain to get free – “Untie me now, and I won’t be too harsh when I punish you!! You hear me??”

“I hear you…” – Stewart mused, climbing off the bed and taking two long stretches of rope that he’d hidden under the bed in the afternoon – “…but apparently you’re not in position to give orders, are you? Did you think that I could let you go away with what you did at the lake without exacting revenge? Not only you carelessly shoved that humongous rod of yours down my throat to the hilt, but you got me fucked by my own boy! Oh, yes, he couldn’t be any happier and actually gave me a wonderful fuck, but that’s not the point. The point is that you’re going to pay!!”

Ignoring Barry’s loud protests, Stewart tied each ankle with a rope, slipped the ends into opposite buckles in the wall and pulled the rope back to the bed. When done, he started pulling the ropes together, and Barry’s legs started to raise and part, wider and wider. Soon Barry started grunting for the discomfort: “Fuck man, what are you doing? Do you want to split me in half?”

“No, buddy, I just want your most precious goods to be totally exposed, for me to do whatever I want with them!”. With a final tug, he had Barry where he wanted: his legs straight and wide apart in a large V, pointing to opposite directions, and his hips raised from the bed due to the tension in the legs. His massive cock and his large balls lay on his groin, helpless, and his hairy man hole was stretched and vulnerable.

“You can hurt me and torture me, soldier” – Barry growled ruefully, angry with his buddy but even more with himself for being caught up in Stu’s trick – “…but I’ll never submit to you, so you can still save yourself from a terrible punishment if you set me free instantly!”

“Hurt you? Torture you? You tempt me, stud…” – Stewart replied with a mellow tone, climbing on the bed and lowering his mouth over Barry’s nipples – “But no, I’m not going to hurt you, quite the opposite…!”

“Nnnngghh… aaahh…” – Barry moaned as soon as the airman’s expert tongue and lips took possession of his right nipple, while equally expert fingers tickled and massaged the left one. The ropes didn’t leave to the man any leeway, and he had no choice but stay still, basking into the pleasure his buddy was giving him.

Actually, one part of his body was totally free to move, his cock, that soon swelled and thickened, to then throb proudly in a rock-hard erection. “Fuck, you know how to use that mouth, soldier!” – the worked said with coarse voice – “Why don’t you put to work those wonder lips on my cock?”

“Later… We’ve plenty of time…”

Stewart kissed and licked the entire torso, using his fingers to play with the thick body air and even ‘fucked’ Barry’s belly button with his wet small finger, eliciting more groans of pleasure and surprise. Totally ignoring his groin, the captor moved to the stretched legs, that were massaged, kissed, caressed, tickled and licked, especially the inner thighs, so tender and vulnerable due to the spread position.

Barry’s cock, by now, was bobbing frantically, desperate to get his share of caresses and kisses, but there were none. A loud gasp and a groan of pleasure escaped Barry’s lips when he felt a pointy, wet tongue probing his stretched man hole. The tongue danced madly on the sensitive skin, to then dive into the tender hole, over and over, sending Barry in a sexual overdrive.

 

~ A first-class stud ~

“And here’s my revenge, man…” – Stewart said after a while, pointing his well-lubricated stiff cock at Barry’s rear entrance. “Go on, stud! Shove it in!” – Barry growled in a coarse voice, horny as an oversexed bull – “Pain doesn’t scare me!”

But there was no pain, only exquisite delight, when Stewart masterfully pushed his cock inside the fiery chute, gently, slowly, causing to Barry shivers of pleasure down his spine. When the stiff rod had completely invaded the secret depths of Barry’s body, it receded, to then be shoved again inside to the hilt.

The swollen mushroom head battered mercilessly Barry’s prostate, forcing globs of pre-cum out of the man’s still untouched cock. “Aaah… Please man… You can’t do this to me!” – Barry begged, rolling his head from side to side – “Every thrust of your cock adds to my tension, I’m dying to cum! Please, take care of my cock too! Wank it, suck it, slap it, but let me cum!!”

Stewart paced up his thrusts, shoving mercilessly his cock all the way into Barry’s chute and torturing his joy nut with short, quick strokes. “Awww… FUCK!” – Barry yelled with frustration. He concentrated on the rod reaming his ass, trying hard to find in that merciless battering the last sparkle he needed to ignite an eruption of cum.

“It’s useless, stud…” – the airman said with a sinister smirk – “Very few men can cum with their legs so widely spread, if not heavily stimulated. Let’s see if you’re one of those lucky men!”

He leaned over, without stopping his pistoning hips, and assaulted Barry’s nipples, tickling them with his nails and rolling them between his fingertips. The reaction was immediate: “Motherfucker!!! AAAHH! NNNGGHH!! Please man, I can’t resist! Have mercy, let me cum! This is insane….!!! Please!! AAARRGGHH!!”

The sight of Barry writhing helpless under his onslaught pushed Stewart toward the precipice: “Fuck, there’s nothing more erotic than an oversexed stud brought to unbearable peaks of horniness without being able to cum… But I can cum, stud! Here it comes… Aaahhh… AWW FUUUUCCK!!!”

With few more powerful thrusts, Stewart flooded Barry’s insides with his warm cream, and went on pumping his cock in and out of the loosened ass until the last drop had been milked out of his manhood. When the shrinking cock plopped out of the loosened hole, the airman looked straight at Barry, who was horrified: “You can’t leave me like this! Come on man! You can’t be serious! I’m about to explode, you can’t leave me like this!!”

The airman feigned a sorry expression: “Too bad, man, I’ve cum like a hose, I’m totally spent…” – he said, while sensually caressing Barry’s inner thigh, eliciting more desperate moans – “Maybe in few hours…”

He moved on the bed and straddled Barry’s face, dangling his spent cock, still dripping sperm, at an inch from Barry’s lips: “…unless you can make me hard sooner…”. In other circumstances, Barry would’ve rather torn away his captor’s cock with a bite, out of pure anger, but the mind-blowing horniness that was intoxicating his mind left him no choice, and his mouth sagged open. Stu shoved his flaccid meat into the eager mouth and hissed when Barry started sucking the sensitive glans like there was no tomorrow.

Stu had to clench his teeth not to gasp loud, because Barry’s frantic blowjob caused him unpleasant shivers; but he was feeling a bit guilty for his buddy, so he soldiered on and let Barry feast over his cock, that soon was hard and throbbing again.

“Good boy…” – he mused, and took again his place between Barry’s overstretched legs. But he didn’t shove his stiff dick into the well-lubricated hole; instead, he moved his hips forward, pressing his balls against Barry’s and taking both cocks in his hand, that started a sensual twin massage.

The feeling of Barry’s throbbing cock pressing on his own was like a lightning that put a fire in his groin, and he started wanking both cock in earnest, rhythmically pressing his perineum over Barry’s, as if he was ‘fucking’ the man’s balls with his own. “Ahh… yes…yes!! Faster, buddy! Work that cock! I need much more, to cum with my legs spread like this!!”

Stewart used both hands to wank the two stiff shafts and work hard the two engorged heads. Barry, if the ropes let him, would’ve bucked wildly, but the tension in his legs prevented any movement: his most powerful instinct, his sexuality, was totally restrained and he felt completely in the hands of his skillful captor; he couldn’t move even an inch, but there was not a single muscle in his body that wasn’t twitching and spasming for the sexual tension. “I know you can do it, buddy!” – Stewart said with passion, speeding up even more his hands – “Show me you are a first-class stud that can cum no matter what! Cum, buddy! Cum for me!”

Every single muscle of Barry’s body stiffened like never, and an animalistic growl echoed in the room: “GGGHHAAAA!!”.  Barry’s cock throbbed hard and exploded in a geyser of man juice. Countless white plumes rose up in the air and fell down on Barry’s chest. His perineum rhythmically pressed at a madly pace over Stewart’s, who was blown away by the raw masculinity Barry was showing off, living the most mind-blowing experience in a male’s life.

“You’re such a stud, Barry! I’m cumming… I’m cumming for you! Aaahh… YEAAHH!!”

The deluge of sperm soaked the bedsheets, until the spasms of the twin orgasms ceased. Panting, Stewart and Barry exchanged an intense glance, full of camaraderie, friendship, sexual satisfaction and mutual attraction. Stewart moved to release Barry, but he stopped for a moment, leaned down and gently kissed Barry’s exposed balls, paying homage to those icons of unrivaled masculinity.

“Fuck, what a stud…” – he murmured, and quickly untied his buddy, who groaned loud for his aching muscles.

When they climbed off the bed, Barry winked at Stewart and said with an impish tone: “You’re going to be punished for this, you know that, don’t you…”

“I was hoping you’d say that!” – the airman replied with a wide smile.  

 

~ Shocking surprise ~

The next morning, when Kale went to the kitchen for breakfast, he found Rick and Rowan cooking together. Or better, Rick was cooking and Rowan was… doing his best, as he’d never been too a close friend to the fire range. “Good morning, guys!” – the counselor exclaimed with a wide smile – “I see from the glow in your eyes that you spent a pleasurable night together!”

“You don’t look heartbroken, either, sir…” – Rick replied with an impish glance, raising amused giggles – “Here, the eggs are ready and the rest of the breakfast is already on the table. Bon appetit!”

Rowan started to fill the tray that he used to bring to Gerry every morning, and Kale suggested: “Rowan, will you please fill it with breakfast for three? I’d really like to have breakfast downstairs with you two. I still have to thank Gerry for helping me, giving me good advice about my father…”

When ready, Kale insisted to bring the tray, as it was his way to pay homage to Gerry, who had been so wise and understanding with him, compelling him to go to Hawaii and reconcile to his father before it was too late. While climbing down, Kale chuckled: “You know, Rowan, last time I came here I couldn’t knock on the door, and caught Gerry half naked! Better do things more properly this time, I don’t want to embarrass him…”

“You always worry for nothing” – Rowan replied, putting his hand on the handle – “This is my room, too… Just let me peek inside, to see if he’s decent”. He opened a crack saying aloud: “Hey Daddy, Kale and I have… Ooohh!!”.  Rowan’s jovial greet trailed off in a surprised gasp; the door slipped from his hand and opened wide, revealing to Kale a totally unexpected scene.

A busty lady in her late forties was zipping up a skirt so short and tight that would’ve looked vulgar on a much younger girl, but that matched perfectly her garish makeup and the platinum-blonde cotton hair coming straight from a B-movie from the ‘60s. Clearly, she still hadn’t the time to wear his bra, and her big breast bounced around following her hurried movements.

A sudden silence fell in the room, and everyone froze: Gerry naked in his bed, the lady trying to move the stuck zip, Rowan staring at her from the doorway and Kale behind him, holding the heavy tray.

The first to talk was the woman, and then everything happened in few seconds. She turned to Gerry with wide eyes and said: “Daddy??”

“No, Gladys, he’s not my son, I didn’t lie to you, I’m not married…” – Gerry hastened to say, jumping off the bed, but immediately realized he was naked, and grabbed the bedsheet to nervously cover himself.

Rowan, trying goofily to come to Gerry’s rescue exclaimed: “It’s true madam, I’m not his son, I’m his boy!”

“Boy???” – Gladys squealed, making his breast bounce around even more.

Kale, always the counselor, tried to keep the situation under control and said aloud: “I’m so sorry, it’s been an unfortunate accident, we didn’t know Gerry had company. We’re leaving, forgive the intrusion. Rowan, come with me and close the door! Now!”

 

~ The men talk ~

They rushed upstairs in a mild state of shock and went straight to the dining room, where they found Alex and Barry having breakfast. The guard immediately spotted the distressed expression on their faces and asked: “What’s up? Have you seen a ghost downstairs?”

“Almost. A half-naked woman.” – Kale said under his breath, placing the tray on the table – “She clearly spent the night with Gerry”.

“That son of a bitch!” – Barry hissed, jumping on his feet – “Hey kid, come here, you seem a bit shocked…”.  Rowan went closer to Barry and let him wrap his arms around him… which was quite a shocking sight itself, as everyone remembered quite vividly the stormy relationship that Rowan had with Barry since the beginning.

“I’m fine, Barry, I… I’m just a bit surprised, that’s all… I mean, Gerry is not a monk or anything, of course he has… other interests. I just didn’t expect to see him in bed with a woman…”

“Me neither!” – Kale exclaimed – “I confess it was quite a shock, because I didn’t think it might happen. But now, thinking better, why shouldn’t it happen? Gerry now lives here, where else should he go when he wants to have a… romantic intercourse with a girl?”

“To fuck like a rabbit, you mean!” – Barry said, angrily – “If he wanted to fuck, he couldn’t find a finer ass than Rowan’s… and I know what I’m talking about!”.  Rowan’s fair complexion lit up with a rosy blush.

“If Gerry wanted to fuck ass…” – Alex intervened – “…there would be a long line of man and boys out of his door, that’s for sure; but that’s not the point! The point is that Gerry sometimes wants something that the Cove definitely can’t provide him!”

“What is that we can’t provide to whom?” – Beau’s voice came from the door.

“Er… women, Beau” – Kale replied – “Gerry has spent the night with a woman, Rowan and I have seen her downstairs. Well, it was hard not to see her, anyway, with that heavy makeup and those huge boobs…”

“I hate to say this, because I like Gerry…” – Alex said with a firm tone – “…but we all here abide to some rules, and we know which one is the most important: never mess with someone outside the Cove!”

“Well, it would be hard to mess with a woman within the Cove wouldn’t it?” – Kale objected – “How can we expect Gerry not to… express his sexuality? He’s a straight man!”

“He didn’t seem so straight when I fucked the crap out of him…!!” – Barry said aloud, referring to the forceful fuck he gave to Gerry, when he still lived at his old place with Rowan [2].

Kale shot him a reproachful glance: “I wouldn’t boast too much about that. And anyway, you know you’re one of a kind, Barry, everyone falls for you. Gerry is… adaptable, I’ll give you that, but he can’t give up on women because of the rules we have here at the Cove!”

“Why not?” – Barry retorted – “I did, and you too, Kale!”

“But I won’t!” – Gerry’s voice boomed behind them – “Even after you made Gladys run away, wondering in what weird situation she got herself into! Who could blame her, anyway? She saw a handsome man and ‘my boy’ coming down to bring me breakfast in bed, what could she possibly think? Thank you, guys! Thank you so much!”

 

~ An ardent speech ~

Kale was mortified: “I’m so sorry, Gerry, I really didn’t think… I believed that you’d spent the night drinking with your friends and you might have appreciated having breakfast in bed… Man, don’t blame Rowan, it was all my fault, I should’ve never… never…”

“No, no, Kale, I overreacted, forgive me. It was so nice of you bringing me the breakfast. But still we have a problem. You may think and say whatever you want, but I like women, and I’m not giving up on them!”

“Well, you should!” – Barry growled – “Women’s are overrated! I know well, as I got so much cunt in my life to grow sick of it. Let me tell you, a guy’s tight ass is much, much better!”

“In any case, it’s a bit… unsettling to see women here at the Cove” – Alex intervened – “We’re used to walk around even in underwear, if we feel to, and… well, it’s unnerving knowing that a woman may be around!”

“Not to mention our rule not to have any involvement outside the Cove” – Beau added – “I really don’t feel comfortable with this situation. Gerry, I really like you, don’t get me wrong, but thinking of you, a member of Cove, going after women makes me feel… weird!”

Gerry looked around the room with flaming eyes. “So, this is it. Finally you spilled your guts! All that bullshit about me being ‘one of you’ and pretending to be glad to have me around! I’m clearly unwelcomed here. I tried, Rowan knows I tried hard, but it just can’t work! Don’t worry, I’ll trouble you no further. By tomorrow I’ll be gone. We’ll be gone.”

“Are you all going CRAZY??!” – Kale yelled, horrified, leaping on his feet – “What have we become?? Beau, Alex, Barry! This is the Cove! We all struggled, suffered and fought for our right to stand proud and say ‘I love a man!’ We all had to find into ourselves the strength to acknowledge and accept our true nature, our true selves! We all had to fight to exhaustion homophobia in all its forms! And we fought for our boy’s too! Brennan, Laniakea, LaShawn: what life expected them if we didn’t run to their rescue?”

Kale paused, heaving for the exertion, and looked straight into everyone’s eyes, one by one. “Well, I’m going to keep fighting! For Gerry’s right to say ‘I love women’, for his right to take his time to look into himself and find his way, for his right to be straight, bi, gay or whatever he wants to be! Have we become… don’t know… heterophobic??”

Everyone in the room, including Gerry, was exchanging shy, guilty glances. Kale took a deep breath and said: “And then there’s Rowan… We all were devastated when Rowan went away, and we’ve been extremely thankful to Gerry for having brought him back here, at the expenses of his own happiness. Well, gentlemen, good things come at a price: we have to give something in return! But it’s something that really shouldn’t cost us anything: respect! In just one month, and without ever coming upstairs, Gerry already gave so much to me, to Beau, to the boys, to Rowan, giving us advice, comfort and affection. Like I once said to him, I wouldn’t change a single bit of him, because he’s perfect the way he is!”

Kale sat down, and a tense silence fell into the room. Beau stood up and looked gravely at Gerry: “I beg for your forgiveness, Gerry. I have… we all have been ungenerous to you. I wouldn’t change a bit of you, either. Maybe you’re not perfect, no one is, but…”

“But you’re gorgeous!” – Alex interrupted, and the tense atmosphere was lightened by a few giggles of approval – “All I know is that Charlie can’t stop telling me how tough a biker you are, how scary is the scar you have, how enticing is your tattoo and how sexy you are! But buddy, I don’t need my boy to understand how great a man you are.”

“What I was trying to say, before Alex’ interruption” – Beau said winking at Alex – “is that you are one of us, Gerry, though we needed an ardent tongue-lashing to remind us. Give us a chance, give a chance to the Cove. You won’t regret it.”

“And since we’re spilling our guts” – Kale said – “we hate seeing your empty chair at the table. We all would be glad to have you seated with us and share our meals.”

Gerry was speechless. What had started as a quarrel that was putting an end to his brief and troubled stay at the Cove, had turned into a touching moment, that made him look with different eyes to the men of the Cove and, surprisingly enough, to himself.

“Guys, I’m not sure what I should say… Fuck, I wish I was as good as you with words… You made me realize that at my age there’s still so much I have to learn, especially about myself. Kale, your last words were a tongue-lashing for me too, it was harsher than you think, and I… I thank you for that, Kale, as you acted like a real friend. So far, I’ve never come upstairs because I was… well… a bit scared, I didn’t mean to snub you, but in the end that’s what I did, and I’m so sorry about that. As for you… – he added, shooting at Barry a fierce glance – “I owe you one. A big one. A mighty fuck, I mean! I’ll give you the chance to prove that a tight guy’s ass is much better than a tender wet cunt!”

There was such a lustful undercurrent flowing between Gerry’s and Barry’s eyes that everyone felt a twitch in their pants, picturing in their mind those two fine specimens of alpha-manhood fighting to assert their sexual supremacy over the other.

“You may be a fuckin’ gorgeous grizzly bear, man…” – Barry replied, still locking eyes with Gerry – “…but I’m no Goldilocks!”

They all giggled, the mood was raised, and there were many hands shaken and many pats on the shoulders, as well as several urchin grins and more lustful glances. Gerry then looked at Rowan, that had stayed a bit afar, almost hiding in a corner of the room, scared of the quarrel that was about to explode. “Come, my boy” – the man said tenderly – “help me tidy up our room… and us. We’ve many things to talk about…”

Barry looked at the couple go away and disappear down the basement stairs, and felt uneasy. By no means he was an expert in what he referred to as “psychological mumbo-jumbo”, but he’d spotted an anxiety, a veil of sorrow in Rowan’s eyes, that made something stir deep inside him…

 

~ A shadow in the dark ~

It was late in the night, when an almost indistinguishable shadow silently climbed the stairs up to the second floor. He stood for a moment in front of the first door, then cautiously opened it and went in, closing the door behind him. In the room the darkness was almost complete.

“Are you sleeping, Barry?”

“Rowan… Why aren’t you in bed with Gerry? Let me shed some light…”

“May we stay in the dark… like last time?” [3]

“Of course, if you like. Are you in the mood for another ‘now-or-never’ moment, kid?” – Barry said with affection, but soon stifled a gasp, feeling Rowan climbing on the bed – “Hey, kid, you know I sleep naked…”.  Rowan crawled under the bedsheets and lay on his side, facing away from Barry, who placed his hand on the guy’s arm, to comfort him.

“Problems with Gerry?” – he asked tentatively. “No, not really…” – Rowan replied – “…but… I don’t know… I feel weird…”

“It’s for that woman who spent the night with him, right?” – was Barry’s easy guess – “You must be pissed off…”

“No, how can ever I be displeased by that? I knew well since the beginning, he’s into women and never in my life I’d want him to give up on his desires. But this makes me feel like I’m… not enough for him!”

“Women have nothing to do with it, Rowan… Look at it this way: even if he was totally into man-love, he’s a man, he just couldn’t find a total satisfaction with you alone. Hey, this is the Cove: do you think that Alex or Stewart rely on their boys alone to find relief to their urges? No, kid, we men need more, sometimes, and this doesn’t lessen in any way the sheer love and affection that Alex, Stewart, and even Gerry feel for their boys.”

Silence.

“Come on, kid, you wanted a now-or-never moment, so spill the beans. What’s the problem?”.  Rowan paused for a moment and then said under his breath: “It’s that… not only I’m not enough for him: he’s… he’s not enough for me, either…!”

Barry was about to reply, but a loud gasp escaped his lips, instead, when he felt Rowan’s body backing up, nesting into his arms in a spoon position. The guy pressed his body against Barry’s, who instantly realized that Rowan, too, was naked. “Kid, this is not a good idea… You know I’m not that good at restraining myself…”

Rowan silently replied tilting his hips back and forth, giving a sensual massage with his tender buttocks to Barry’s massive limp cock. “You know the rules, Rowan… A man doesn’t fuck another man’s boy, and you… aww, fuck… you should…”

“I’m thirty, Barry, quite grown-up to be a boy, aren’t I? I’m not like Charlie or Brennan, who get from their men everything they need, and then some! Gerry needs something else, something different, every now and then… and so do I!”

Barry’s cock was quickly growing stiffer, nested between Rowan’s buns, and he backed up a little, to move away, but Rowan followed him, pressing his ass on the growing cock even more.

“Stop it, kid… Fuck, I told I can’t think straight when you… Come on, stop… I said STOP!”.  Barry shoved Rowan away, pushing him off the bed. “Kid, I’m serious, it’s not a good idea... You’d better go, now. Your man may wake up and wonder where you are.”

He heard Rowan move some steps in the dark, toward the door, and then suddenly the room lit up. Rowan was near the door, with his hand on the light switch, naked and hard, and was looking at Barry with greedy eyes.

He didn’t say anything, but climbed with his knees on the bed foot, giving his back to Barry, and then started spreading his legs, wider and wider, straightening them until he was in a full split position. He leaned forward and flaunted his tender, unprotected hole in front of Barry’s eyes, knowing well that such daring position was like waving a red rug in front of a raging bull.

“You bratty kid, you like to play dirty?” – Barry growled, his mind mudded by the horniness and angry with Rowan for pushing him around like that – “I can play dirtier than you! What you think, I’m a puppet in your hands? Think better, kid!!”

In a moment, Barry was behind him, held him in position with an arm around his waist, spat on his rock-hard cock and shoved it all the way in the guy’s vulnerable ass.

Rowan knew what was in store for him, and muffled his scream pressing both hands on his own mouth. The sudden pain made some tears spill out from his eyes, but then other tear ensued, caused by an even deeper pain: suddenly he was again at that early morning, not long before, when in that very room, on that very bed, he met his Nemesis [4].

Barry’s cock was a merciless piston ravaging his insides, without ever stopping, and the pain was unbearable. Back then, when Rowan first got that treatment, he was fighting his demons, he still saw his hatred stepfather in the muscled hairy man shredding his vulnerable intimacy to pieces. Rowan could take that pain, back then, when he was convinced that it was his stepfather violating him in such brutal way.

But now he knew. That man shredding his ass to pieces had nothing to do with his stepfather, he was a fierce, powerful man who loved him, loved him! He was Barry.

 

~ Loving Nemesis ~

“Barry… Barry…!” – he whined, with halting voice due to the tremendous pounding – “Don’t be mad at me… Nnngghh… I’m so sorry… I disrespected you again… Aah!... But don’t stop loving me… Hurt me, if you have to, but don’t stop loving me!”

Rowan lowered his hands and caressed with exquisite tenderness the strong arms around his waist that were so mercilessly keeping him in place, forbidding him to escape the vicious fuck. “Why the men I love most just can’t give me the love I need?”

The guy’s words were like a fresh breeze on Barry’s intoxicated mind, and he instantly slowed down to then stop altogether.

“The… men you love most?” – Barry asked, suddenly feeling guilty for having lost control with Rowan – “You mean… me?”

Rowan sighed and replied: “Can’t you see it? Whatever I do, wherever I go, whomever I’m with, in the end I always come back here, to you, Barry. I’m happy with Gerry, I truly love him, and he loves me, but once in a while I need someone who loves me… in a different way. I tried, but I can’t ask Gerry to give me all I need… Love me, Barry, please… Give me what I need!”

He closed his teary eyes and he felt like he was flying, still impaled on Barry’s wondrous cock, until he realized that he was really flying, as Barry had bodily lifted him from the bed foot and laid him on the center of the mattress, on his back. At first Barry had found irresistible having Rowan in that position, so spread and vulnerable, but now he had realized how sordid it was, and utterly demeaning for Rowan, who had humiliated himself and taken a painful fuck… only to get some love from the man he loved.

When Rowan opened his eyes, he saw Barry towering on him, looking down at him with such a tender glance that he felt his heart melting.

“I love you, Rowan. You know I do...” – Barry said, while the deadly weapon that moments before had mercilessly speared Rowan’s ass now caressed his intimacy with sweet, tender thrusts, making Rowan roll back his eyes for the sheer pleasure.

“Do you remember last time?” – Barry asked in a low voice. Rowan smiled: “How can I ever forget? You made me cum like a hundred times…”

“And I flooded your insides and drenched your skin with my juice a hundred times…”

“Do it again, Barry. I love Gerry with all my heart, but tonight I need a man who knows how to send a boy to heaven…”

The thick meat crawled again and again its way inside Rowan, searching and exploring his most hidden recesses, finding the most sensitive spots inside him and sending jolts of pure pleasure down his spine.

Floating in a cloud of delightful sensations, Rowan wondered once more how such a forceful, rude man could then turn to such a caring lover, a man who could instantly guess what could give him more pleasure and did it over and over, bringing him into a secret unworldly place.

Barry definitely knew how to send a guy to heaven, and he masterfully pumped his cock in and out Rowan’s velvety ass for what seemed ages, and for both of them it was like living a continuous, never-ending orgasm. Their juices flowed freely, dripping down the guy’s chest and seeping out of his overstuffed hole, slowly drenching the bedsheets. Rowan’s strong anal contractions never failed to milk another orgasm out of Barry’s insatiable cock, that went on pressing all Rowan’s inner buttons, forcing more cum out of him, in an endless loop.

When, at long last, they were totally drained, Barry crashed on the bed beside Rowan and closed his eyes, exhausted.

When he could breathe normally again, Barry, without opening his eyes, murmured: “Are we still in our now-or-never moment, kid?”. Rowan smiled: “Yes, and I don’t want the ‘now’ to end…”

Barry’s voice became uncertain, unused as he was to totally open his heart and reveal his deep secrets. But that was a now-or-never moment: “When… When you told us you’d become Gerry’s boy, I… envied him. I wished you could be my boy…”

Rowan turned to Barry with wet eyes: “I can’t tell you how much I love you for telling me this! ‘Your boy’… Sounds so good…”

“But it would’ve been a nightmare, and we both know it. Oh, I could give you all the cock you crave for” – Barry giggled – “but you need more than that, you need a man who can understand you, love you to the point of giving up to his own happiness to make you happy. I’m not that man, I’ll never be. That man is Gerry. Don’t tell him, but I like him a whole lot… I like him so much that I’d fuck him! Oh, wait, I’ve already done that…!”

They both chuckled and then, exhausted, slowly drifted to sleep. But they didn’t sleep long…

 

~ Daddy’s anger ~

“Son of a bitch!” – Gerry’s voice boomed from the door crashing open – “You don’t fuck my boy!! I’ll smash your face so hard that you won’t even remember how to fuck!”

Barry’s fists were usually legendary, and few men had come out victorious in a brawl with the muscled worker, but he was weary for the over-the-top sex, and reacted too slowly: he was still trying to get off the bed when Gerry struck his face with his fist, sending him sprawling on the mattress.

Out of pure instinct, Barry reacted pushing the man towering on him with his feet, and managed to send him crashing on the solid wall so hard that the hit, for a moment, took Gerry’s breath away. “If you don’t know how to take care of your boy” – Barry yelled, quickly jumping off the bed – “someone has to!”

They traded punches and kicks, and Gerry hit Barry’s stomach with his knee. “Oh, right! Your mighty beer-can thick cock!” – Gerry mocked – “You swing your club and everyone falls for you, isn’t it? Well, it doesn’t work with my boy!!”

A swinging fist hit hard Gerry on his left cheek, making him turn around. “I only give him what you can’t!” – Barry insisted, fighting hard and trying to weaken and stun him, but Gerry’s fury seemed to give him an endless stamina.

Barry threw a powerful punch at Gerry’s face, but missed his target, and he suddenly found himself with Gerry holding him from behind, tightening his muscular arm around his neck, chocking him.

“Motherfucker, I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! You won’t steal my boy from me!!” – Gerry kept yelling, while anger and fear clouded his sense; Barry tried hard to force the powerful arm to release his deadly grip on his throat, but slowly his efforts weakened and gasped for the lack of air. And then everything went black.

When he came to, the first thing he saw were two beautiful light-brown slanted eyes looking down at him with great worry. “Barry, Barry… Come on, stud, come back to me!”

“Kale…” – Barry murmured with feeble voice – “Have I ever told you how sexy you are…?”. “He’s back, no doubt about it!” – Beau sighed with relief, but Barry couldn’t see him because Kale was planting a tender kiss on his lips.

“You scared the shit out of me, buddy” – Alex then said, coming closer – “You stayed unconscious for the longest five minutes of my life!”

Barry smiled and made a dismissive gesture, raising to sit on the bed side: “Naaah… You sound like my mother!”.  He looked around, and the entire Cove was in his room, with relieved expressions on their faces. He smiled, grateful for the affection he was reading in their eyes. But then he suddenly tensed, spotting Gerry waiting in a corner of the room.

Gerry cautiously moved closer to the bed and looked at Barry with a contrite expression: “Listen, man, I… I don’t know what happened to me. I feel like shit, thinking that I hurt you… I just couldn’t think straight, I was afraid you wanted to take Rowan away from me, giving him what… what I can’t give him. And I’m still afraid it will happen, I’m fuckin’ scared that you steal my boy from me. Don’t, man. I’m begging you from the bottom of my heart, don’t do it. You have any right to be furious with me, to exact a revenge on me, but don’t take my boy away, I couldn’t do without him”.

Barry was aghast, and everyone in the room seemed as surprised as him. “Is this what you feared? Is this why you attacked me with such a fury?” – the worker said seriously, standing up and facing Gerry, anxiously followed by many worried eyes. “Barry, please…” – Kale murmured, while picturing in his mind the worst scenarios, with Barry attacking Gerry and Gerry leaving the Cove… with Rowan.

The counselor tried to hold Barry by his arm, but he shrugged his hand away; Barry got closer to Gerry, looking straight into his eyes. “You weren’t pissed off because I fucked Rowan…” – he then said, and his tone sounded more surprised than angry – “You attacked me out of love for him! You… fought for him! Fuck, buddy, let me shake your hand, as you’re a hell of a man…!”

Under everyone’s astonished eyes, Gerry and Barry shook hands, glancing to each other with respect and… something else that not even the sensible Kale could really grasp. “You’re not bad, either…” – Gerry replied with half a smile.

“Oooo-k…” – Beau said in a doubtful tone, not sure to understand what had just happened – “Maybe we can sleep a couple hours more, if we all go back to bed now. Rowan, if you prefer…” – he looked around, searching for Rowan, but he wasn’t in the room. “He must be downstairs. Gerry, please be sure to comfort him; he must be scared shitless, poor guy, and you should… No, sorry, man, you don’t need me to tell you how to deal with him. Well, gentlemen, see you at breakfast!”

 

The small crowd slowly flowed to the corridors and the stairs and everyone reached his room. Beau was under the impression to have witnessed the tip of an iceberg, and wondered how deep under the surface it went. «I’ll talk about this to Kale, first thing in the morning…» – he thought, throwing himself in bed.

But he had just laid his head on the pillow when he saw his door crash open, and Gerry stormed in. “Rowan is not downstairs, Beau! And he’s not with Rick, Kale or Barry, either. He’s nowhere to be found. He… ran away!”

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