Tales from the Cove: A Thug's Struggle

About the ‘Tales from the Cove”

Though published under the common title of “Tales from the Cove”, these are a bunch of standalone stories that contain in themselves a background, a plot and an ending. No prior or further reading is needed to enjoy them. Those who have read “Rowan’s Journey to Manhood” will probably recognize some locations and some characters, and even some events already described in Rowan’s saga; but again, these stories are purposely aimed to first-time readers who don’t even know who Rowan is.

I may provide, in footnotes, references to Rowan’s saga that readers may choose to optionally follow if they find the story enticing and want to read more.

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≈ TALES FROM THE COVE: A THUG’S STRUGGLE ≈

~ Doubts and memories ~

Derek stared at the big wooden house in front of him, across the road. He was standing under a streetlamp, nervously shifting from foot to foot, unsure what to do. It was raining, but he almost didn’t notice it, absorbed as he was in his inner struggle; he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his already drenched hair and for the first time he regretted to have let it grow: when he was a skinhead, he never had to worry about getting his hair wet!

He lowered his eyes and looked for the umpteenth time at the business card in his hand: “Alex Mansfield, The Cove, 375 Main Street”.

How odd, Derek thought, that Main street had played such an important part in his life… The street cut in half the town center, passing next to the Mall and to the intricate maze of dark alleys that had been his home since he was a teen and ran away from his last foster home. To the North, Main Street stretched to the town border, where lied the old abandoned mansion where he first met Alex. And to the South, the street steered towards the coast and reached that big beach-front house where Alex lived. “The Cove”.

Derek remembered vividly the one time he met Alex…

~ A gang of thugs ~

It was more than a year before, at the beginning of Summer. It was a hot, sunny day and he was roaming the northern outskirts of the town with his two friends, Skid and Buck, laughing out loud and threatening the occasional bystanders with the baseball bats they always carried with them. Over his worn-out and dirty jeans, Derek wore only a loose tank-top, as he liked to flaunt the intricate pattern of tattoos covering his pale skin.

They turned a corner and almost bumped into two black guys. The younger one, lean but with a chiseled physique, was wearing a high-cut t-shirt and a low-rise white stretch pants that left in full view his sculpted abs, his belly button and even a thin treasure trail leading to a thick bush that the pants couldn’t fully cover. Derek threw a disgusted glance at him: his clothing, his high-top laceless shoes and his hair sculpted with a large amount of styling gel screamed “faggot!” from a mile away.

The man with him was older and taller, very muscular and definitely poorly dressed. His skin was so dark it looked almost black. «His lover, for sure!» – Derek thought, with a shiver of revulsion. [1]

He flashed an evil smirk to his fellow thugs and looked straight at the younger guy: “So, what we have here? A black fag and his lover, I’d say! Right, Skid?”

“Yeah, look at him, he’s a filthy faggot with his nigger man!” – Skid said with a derisive tone – “Do you take it up the ass, faggot?”

“You bet!” – Derek replied – “He likes taking big black cocks up his ass! And the bigger the better, am I right, fag?”

The young guy, scared shitless, backed up a couple steps, instinctively looking for protection near the older man.

“Well, you know what?” – Derek said, raising his voice and holding his baseball bat in front of him, in a menacing way – “We don’t want faggots in this town!”

“No, we don’t!” – Buck echoed, getting closer – “We don’t want filthy cocksuckers here!”

Derek swung his baseball bat in the air, ready to attack, and the older man yelled “Run!!”, and they both fled away, pursued by the three yelling thugs. The black guys ran to an old abandoned mansion and tried hiding into a rickety stable, but the thugs quickly found them. The black man, in a last desperate attempt to protect his younger friend, attacked them with an old spade, hitting Buck on his head, and in the confusion the younger guy managed to sneak out of the stable, but stood in the doorway, unsure what to do. “Flee!!” – the man yelled at him, a moment before Derek’s bat hit him on his shoulder.

All the three thugs started hitting the man, yelling obscenities at him. Derek hated him! Just looking at him, at his dark skin, and thinking of his black cock ramming his young lover’s ass was gut-wrenching and unleashed deep sentiments inside him, making his fury explode.

Then, out of the blue, while they still were kicking the black man, now lying on the floor, the younger guy came back, bringing with him three men, two of which extremely muscular, who stormed in the stable and ferociously attacked them with powerful fists and blazing high kicks. The thugs instantly realized that despite their baseball bats those men would’ve quickly overpowered them and tried to run away; but Derek was slower and one of the men, the bulkiest of them all, caught him. [2]

Derek thought he had to be a cop, noticing how expertly he took a pair of manacles from his pocket and restrained him. He was forcefully brought inside the old mansion and handcuffed to a heavy iron chair, in an otherwise empty room upstairs.

They left him alone for a while, until he heard a man, out of the door, say: “That filthy piece of shit! Punish him hard!”

“I will” – another one replied – “Harder than you imagine…”

The door crashed open, and the muscular cop came in. Judging from the sounds coming from outside, Derek guessed that everyone in the house was going away, leaving him alone with the bulky man.

~ Punishment ~

The guy was scared, being tied and helpless, at the mercy of that obviously merciless man, but he reacted assuming a defying attitude: “I heard you!” – Derek yelled at the cop – “Do you want to beat me to pulp? Then go ahead, asshole, you don’t scare me!”

The cop seemed amused, more than angry: “Beat you? No, no, nothing like that…” – he said, and suddenly he took hold of Derek’s tank-top and tore it to pieces, leaving it hanging from his shoulders. Then, he quickly undid the guy’s pants and tore it away, along with the shoes and the underwear.

Derek felt humiliated, being stark naked in front of the cop and addressed him angrily: “You too are a fuckin’ faggot! Now you’re going to fuck me in the ass, I know!”

“Fuck you?” – the cop replied with a smirk – “Naah… You’re not a good fuck, you know, so thin and pale, with that shaved head and covered with those ugly tattoos… I just want to do an experiment. Did you know that homophobia often comes from a latent homosexuality? I think that you attacked that man because you were covertly attracted by him…”

“Fuck you, man!” – the thug hissed angrily – “I’m no faggot like you!”

“OK, then…” – the cop mused – “Here’s the deal: if I can’t make you hard, without touching you, then you’re free to go. Agreed?”

The man stood in front of the guy and started stripping slowly. Derek looked at him, without showing the faintest interest. «What a fuckin’ faggot!» – he though, with an expression of disgust, feeling that familiar tension in his groin, the same tension that made him ferociously attack the black man, earlier.

The cop removed his shirt and then slowly raised his tight t-shirt, inch by inch, revealing a powerful, sculpted abdomen covered with a thick layer of black hair. He then tossed the tee away and his hand started playing with his body hair, caressing the impressive pecs and pinching his nipples. Derek’s eyes followed the man’s hand, while the tension in his groin rose even more.

When the man, now stripped to his loose white briefs, got closer to Derek, taking handfuls of his own manhood and groaning softly, the guy became restless. He felt his guts kinking for the anger and the disgust. «He’s a faggot, a filthy fuckin’ faggot…» – he kept repeating in his mind, like a mantra, unable to tear his gaze away from the obscene bulge roughly manhandled in front of his eyes.

Without a word, the man shot him a lustful glance and abruptly lowered his briefs, making his incredibly hefty limp cock and his massive balls bounce out. Derek looked like mesmerized the manly meat dangling back and forth at few inches from his face and the tension in his groin exploded. He looked down, between his own legs, and realized that his own cock was rock-hard!

«It can’t be… It can’t be!» – the guy thought, in total shock, understanding that the familiar tension he often felt in his groin was anything but anger and revulsion – «He’s a faggot! He’s disgusting!» – he tried to convince himself, but his eyes were totally focused on the cop’s huge cock, now hard and drooling, slowly massaged by his big hand. Back and forth, back and forth, the man’s fingers pulled the long foreskin down, revealing a perfectly formed pink helmet, that soon retreated again inside his velvety lair.

The manly scent emanating from that massive manhood was intoxicating and Derek felt his head spin. Without even realizing what was happening, the guy leaned his head forward, parting his lips and sticking out his tongue. He was at an inch from that mesmerizing cock, when the man recoiled, moving out of his reach: “I promised not to touch you…” – he said gravely.

~ Crossing the threshold ~

Derek couldn’t think straight, he felt his own cock throb, his groin more tense than ever and his heart pounding hard. He heard himself whine a feeble: “Please…”, and his tongue again desperately tried to reach its meaty target, to get its prize.

The man’s voice echoed in the empty room: “You have to ask for it, kid, clear and loud…”

Derek felt like he was crossing a threshold, entering a world populated only by that imposing man and his massive manhood, a manhood he had to taste, to feel inside his mouth.

“Please sir… Let me suck your cock…”.

The man smiled and got closer: “Then go for it, kid, and enjoy” – he said softly, and his tone was so loving and tender that Derek felt reassured, safe, protected, as if what he was about to do was… right. He parted his lips and welcomed the hard manly meat into his mouth, savoring for the first time the taste of a man, the texture of his sensitive skin, the slickness of his juice.

 At first, he concentrated on the glans, licking it all around and flicking the tip of his tongue at the sensitive ridge of the helmet; the cop’s groans of pleasure filled him with pride, and he looked up with hopeful eyes, silently asking if he was doing well. And again, that deep, loving voice said: “This is not about me, kid, this is about you… Do what gives you more pleasure…”

Derek knew what could give him a great pleasure: take that long rod inside his mouth, all of it, to the base. Straining his neck, the guy pushed his head towards the man’s pubes, feeling the wide mushroom head trying to force his throat open. The gag reflex didn’t stop him, he wanted, he needed to go all the way, and kept pushing, until his inexperienced throat gave way and he could finally bury his nose into the man’s pubes. He almost chocked on the fat cock, and had a hard time controlling the gag reflex, but he kept his nose firmly planted on the man’ pubes, while tears flowed profusely down his cheeks.

He kept pumping hungrily on the hot rod, over and over, pursing hard his lips on the thick shaft, until he felt the man tense: “Kid, I can’t hold back… You don’t have to drink my juice, you know…” – the man’s voice resonated in his ears, but Derek had already gone too far to give up: he had to go all the way. He recoiled a bit and sucked hard on the swollen cock head, darting his tongue all around it, until he felt the rigid rod throb hard, heard the man’s ecstatic moans and his mouth was suddenly flooded with the creamy essence of the cop.

Derek felt out of the world, as his mind, his narrow homophobic mind, just couldn’t cope with the idea that he was drinking another man’s jizz, but he didn’t care. The unfamiliar creamy-salty taste, so different than anything else he’d ever tasted in his life, and the warm slickness of that precious fluid were intoxicating; and the unbelievable intimacy he was sharing with that authoritarian and yet loving man touched strings deep in his soul that he’d even forgot to have inside him.

Sucking hard, like his life depended on it, he barely realized that his own untouched cock was throbbing in a wild spontaneous orgasm, spurting all the juice his young balls could provide, bathing the cop’s inner thighs.

~ Ashes to the wind ~

He felt the big hard cock slowly pull out of his mouth and he reclined his head on his chest, panting. His mind was clearing up, now, and suddenly what he did, what he was, hit him like a ton of bricks, and his rugged breath turned into stifled sobs: “I’m a faggot… I’m a fuckin’ faggot…!” – he whined, with broken voice. He felt lost, as everything he stood for so far – his being a straight stud, his dominant attitude, and even his hate for the faggots – had suddenly vanished like ashes to the wind.

“No, you’re not. Not necessarily, anyway” – the man said with a comforting tone, and Derek looked up at him with teary eyes, gripping to his voice like a lifebelt. “Faggot, faggot, you keep repeating that word. But you see, even the straightest men in the world sometimes feel attracted to another man: it may be the sudden need to glance at a guy’s cock in the communal shower, or admire the straining pecs of a gym buddy. Sometimes, in the right conditions, they can even have sex with a male friend, or neighbor, or fellow soldier, still remaining perfectly straight men”.

“Every straight man is a bit of a faggot, down inside… and there’s nothing wrong with it” – the man concluded with a frank smile – “Explore, kid, do what you feel, like you did tonight. You shouldn’t be scared of what you feel. And neither should your two friends: they probably feel attracted by you, you know? You’re dominant, self-assured, and they, maybe… who knows?”

The cop’s words echoed in Derek’s swirling mind: “Explore… …perfectly straight men… …your friends, who knows?”

That man had forcefully changed his life - because that’s what he’d done - that night, but he was not ready for that, he wanted his old life back! Derek felt a dull anger against him. But was it really anger? Or was the same “anger” that – now he knew – felt for the black gay man he attacked earlier? Staring at the powerful cop standing in front of him, at his muscular sexy body, at his comforting eyes looking down at him, he couldn’t lie to himself any more: what he felt was not anger… Attraction, lust, affection, he didn’t know, but definitely not anger.

“Are you going to send me to jail?” – Derek then asked meekly, and the cop turned around him and unlocked the handcuffs: “No, you’re free to go. Oh, by the way, I’m Alex” – the man said putting out his hand. “Derek” – replied the guy shaking it, uneasy for the incongruous introduction after… what had happened. Alex took a business card from his pants on the floor: “…and this is my number. You will call me if you need… to talk, won’t you?”. Derek nodded and picked up his clothes from the floor. When he got dressed, he looked at Alex, uncertain about what to say, and decided to say nothing at all. He nodded a goodbye and silently went away. [3]

And now, more than a year later, here he was, in front of Alex’ house, “The Cove”, under the rain, fiddling with his business card and unsure what to do. During the last months nothing was like it used to be, and he felt like a boat tossed upon the stormy Ocean waves.

Things started to get bad a couple months after Alex’ “punishment”. What the cop forced him to face that night had changed him deeper than he thought, at first.

He closed his eyes, standing motionless under the light rain, and let his mind go back to his old place, an abandoned loft in the industrial district, where he lived with Buck and Skid months before, and he felt a pang of shame and uneasiness as his head was suddenly filled with vivid memories…

~ Exploring uncharted waters ~

“You’re not the one you used to be!” – Skid yelled angrily at Derek – “Once we had fun together, once we ruled the town, but in the last two months you never came with us a single time!”

“Fuck you, man!” – Derek retaliated – “I’m not going to justify my actions to you!”

“It’s that cop, right? Why didn’t you ever tell us what really happened in that abandoned mansion? I don’t know what he did to you, but you became a softy…!”

Derek rose from the old couch he was laying on and towered over Skid waving his baseball bat: “I’m still the boss, here! Go take a walk, Skid, while you still have two legs!”. He turned to the other guy, Buck, still sitting on the couch, and yelled at him: “If you’re with him, then go fuck yourself, too!”

Buck looked at Derek with wide eyes and quickly shook his head, keeping his mouth shut, while Skid stormed out of the room, swearing, and slammed the door close.

Derek was about to yell again at Buck, out of anger, but looked at him and realized with surprise that he was not frightened by him, he was rather hurt by his words. And he had any reason to be hurt, Derek thought, as he didn’t deserve such a harsh treatment.

“Listen, buddy, I’m sorry…” – Derek said in a low voice, feeling his anger suddenly vanish – “I shouldn’t have come to you that way…”

A sudden flash of surprise appeared in Buck’s gaze, as Derek had never been so kind, and never apologized for anything. His eyes softened, and replied: “It’s OK, boss, you’re just a bit tense… Hey, why don’t we watch some porn? It always puts you in a good mood…”

“You know me well” – Derek said with a smirk, and put on his favorite porn, featuring a hot brunette being double-fucked by two muscular studs. The two thugs sat back on the couch and started watching the movie, and soon they started wanking their own cocks, like they’d done so many times in the past. But Derek felt something different, this time, and he tried to focus on it. With the corner of his eye, he caught Buck shooting frequent glances to his cock, and at first he was annoyed, but when he turned to his buddy to mock him, he couldn’t help but notice how good-looking he was, with his sleeveless shirt open on his chiseled bare chest, the fly of his pants open and his proud manhood, hard as a rock, in his sinewy hand.

So far, Derek had never noticed how hot his buddy was, and looked at him as if it was the first time.

The words he was about to speak died in his throat, as his eyes wandered on Buck’s almost naked body, his long circumcised cock and his chiseled pecs. He raised his gaze and his eyes met Buck’s, staring back at him with an unspoken desire, a sort of guilty lust.

Suddenly, Alex’ words echoed in his mind: «Your friends probably feel attracted by you, you know? You’re dominant, self-assured, and they, maybe… who knows?»

“You… you don’t mind if I take away my pants? It’s so hot in here…” – Derek said, lowering his jeans to his ankles, still looking at Buck, who silently replied stripping naked. The porn movie had long ended and the TV had turned off, but neither of them was aware of that.

«What am I doing…?», Derek though for a moment, realizing he was staring at his friend’s cock, feeling the familiar tension in his groin… a tension -as he now knew- that was not caused by anger, but rather by his deep, unacknowledged desires.

«Explore, kid, do what you feel… You shouldn’t be scared of what you feel…»

Once again, Alex’ words came back to his mind, and gave him the courage to look inside himself. Do what you feel. And Derek wanted to feel Buck’s cock inside him. He raised his eyes and looked straight at his buddy, and he was about to say something, to reveal his secret yearning, but Buck’s voice broke the silence: “May… uhm… may I suck you, boss?”

~ Turn of tables ~

Derek was taken aback, as apparently Buck looked at him as the top man, not the other way round. After all he was the boss, Derek thought, and it was natural that Buck wanted to submit to him. And being the boss, Derek had no choice but to live up to his buddy’s expectations. “Su… sure…” – he replied, moving his hand away from his crotch and sprawling on the coach a little more, to give to Buck an easier access to his private parts.

Hesitantly, Buck lowered his head and touched Derek’s cock head with the tip of his tongue, but then he stopped, uncertain, and looked up at his friend. Derek flashed a comforting smile, like once Alex did with him, and repeated the cop’s words: “Go for it, buddy, and enjoy”.

Buck smiled back and gently engulfed the guy’s cock in his mouth. He wasn’t really sure what to do with it, and at first he just applied a strong suction on the fat helmet alone, pursing tight his lips right under the corona, and lapping the sensitive glans with his tongue.

Then he grew bolder, and pushed his head down, taking some more inches of the hard shaft inside his mouth. As soon as the stiff rod touched the back of his throat he chocked, and recoiled, shooting a sorry glance at Derek; the boss flashed a tender smile and said softly: “You’re doing fine, take your time…”

Buck went on working hard the thick meat with renewed energy, and tried over and over to take it all into his mouth, until he finally succeeded, making it slide past his tight throat muscles. He couldn’t keep the position for long, as he started gagging and chocking, and had to recoil; but when he looked up at Derek, his teary eyes were filled with pride and contentment.

“Man, it felt so good!” – Derek praised him – “Don’t stop, I need to bust a huge load!”

But Buck didn’t go back working his cock. He flashed a shy smile and silently leaned back on the armrest of the coach, keeping one leg on the floor and raising the other one on the backrest, clearly offering to his buddy his most guarded hole.

Derek widened his eyes and said under his breath: “Do you want me to… Are you sure?”

“Please, boss…” – the guy replied softly – “Let me feel it…”

Derek slowly positioned himself over his friend and a doubt flashed in his mind: “But did you ever… I mean…”

Buck blushed and shook his head. Derek felt a rush of affection for his friend, who was so innocently and trustingly offering him his virginity, but he felt anxious, too, as he’d never fucked a guy, least of all a virgin. “OK, OK, we need lube…” – he said nervously – “…and a condom! Yes, lube and a condom. I have them… don’t move… where is my backpack… OK, no rush, take a deep breath…”. The last piece of advice was clearly directed to himself, as he took a deep breath, and then sat back on the couch, his eyes shining with excitement, holding a small tube of lubricant and a sealed condom in his hands, as if they were precious treasures.

Buck didn’t move and looked at his friend with a warm smile, as his sudden rush of nervousness was so tender… But he thought better than tell him.

Derek had his heart beating at a fast pace, while wearing the condom and greasing his stiff cock; he looked at his friend, who was gazing at him with expectant, trustful eyes, keeping his own balls up with his hand, so to give to the boss the easiest access possible to his secluded portal.

He leaned over Buck and pointed his cock to the puckered hole; he’d never fucked a guy, but on the other hand he’d laid many girls in his young life. «It can’t be that different…» – he thought, and suddenly he felt a rush of lust enflaming his loins, as always happened when he laid a girl, and his usual dominant attitude kicked in. As if they were on autopilot, his hips sprang forward, sinking all the seven thick inches of his cock into the tight hole.

But that hole was not a sloppy cunt, it was a virgin ass, and the sudden impalement made Buck feel like he was torn apart. He did his best to muffle his screams, as he didn’t want his boss to think he was whimpering, but looked at him with pleading eyes, to silently implore him to go easy with him.

But his eyes didn’t meet Derek’s, as the guy was keeping them tightly shut, lost as he was into the unknown pleasure of fucking such a tight ass. The anal muscles gripped on his shaft like no cunt can possibly do, making him feel sensations never felt before. He even paced up his thrusts, almost holding his breath for the incredible sensation that, despite the condom, the tight hole was bestowing on his hard cock.

He heard the feeble “Nnngghh… nnngghh…” that Buck uttered every time his hips slammed on his buttocks, and mistook his whines for groans of pleasure. He felt powerful, he was the boss, and he was giving to his buddy what he asked for! ‘Let me feel it, boss’, Buck had said opening his legs; well, Derek was definitely making him feel it! All of it!!

“AAAAGGHH!!!” – Buck eventually screamed, unable to cope any more with the stinging pain, and Derek opened his eyes, while his proud smirk faded on his face. As soon as he laid his eyes on his buddy’s face, contorted in a grimace of pain and streaked with tears, he suddenly froze, gasping loud. “Buck… Buck, shit, I… I didn’t realize…”

“I’m a virgin, for Christ’s sake!” – Buck sobbed, looking back at him with watery eyes and suffering more for his friend’s carelessness than for the painful rough fuck his virgin ass was forced to endure – “You’re the boss, I trusted you! I gave you my virginity and you… you banged me like an old whore!”

Derek recoiled, abruptly pulling out from Buck’s sore ass, eliciting another groan of pain. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck” – he yelled, punctuating his words with angry punches on the backrest of the coach – “I royally fucked it up!”

He sat on the coach and rested his face on his open palms: “I’m no good even at this! I’m sorry, Buck… I’m sorry… And don’t call me boss, not any more, I’m done with that, I’m done with everything…”

~ Try again, boss ~

“Boss…” – Buck said softly, placing a hand on Derek’s naked leg, and the guy immediately replied: “I told you not to call me like that, I don’t deserve it”

“Boss…” – the guy repeated – “Let’s try again… Let’s start all over, OK? Please…”

“Are you sure?”

“I trust you” – was the sincere reply – “Just… take it easier this time, will you?”

Derek knelt again between his buddy’s splayed legs and poured more lube on his cock, and smeared some even on the guy’s hole, gently probing it to help the guy relax. Then, once more, he pressed his thick meat on the slick hole, but this time he entered with extreme care, stopping at every gasp or sigh of his friend. When he was fully inside, he looked at Buck, who nodded his head: “Go ahead, boss…”

 The thick cock started moving back and forth in the tight ass, ever so slowly, and for the first time Buck could enjoy the feeling of that hot rod filling his insides to the brim, and moaned softly, tightening his legs around his buddy’s waist.

“Geez, boss, it’s so good feeling you inside me…” – Buck whispered, and Derek looked at the ecstatic expression painted on his friend’s face… and envied him, thinking that he would have gladly traded places with him. But Buck trusted him, even offered him his virginity, and he’d almost fucked everything up: he had to make amends, he had to give his buddy the greatest pleasure, he owed him.

His hips pumped in and out at a slow steady pace, and he noticed his buddy squirm a little every time he pushed deeper and his cock hit a special spot inside him, so he put a greater care in doing that at every thrust, and was rewarded with louder moans and sudden gasps of pleasure.

Derek forced himself to gently go on fucking Buck’s tender ass, but he felt a sort of uneasiness, a sense of incompleteness. Not that he wasn’t feeling pleasure: the tight ass muscles were still massaging his engorged cock in a way he could not even imagine, and the ecstasy that his buddy was feeling was infectious; Derek’s hips tilted back and forth, his cock pumped in and out the warm ass, and the friction on his sensitive skin was quickly bringing him to his climax. But it was like a mechanical act for him, there was no magic, he felt like he was playing a role and he didn’t really fit the bill.

And still, when Buck opened his eyes and looked at him with shining eyes, Derek smiled and lowered his hand on his friend’s cock, grabbed it tight and started wanking it, happy to hear a squeal of pleasure from his buddy.

“Oooohh, Boss… Geez… I’m almost there…. Fuck me, boss!” – the guy moaned, tossing his head from side to side – “Give it to me… Fill me with your juice!”

Derek paced up his thrusts, giving free rein to his lust, sure as he was that now Buck’s hole was ready to take a more powerful pounding. The tension in his groin, that familiar tension that ever so often he had mistaken for anger, raised to the boiling point, and he felt his balls ready to burst their load: “Here it comes, buddy… Nnngghh… Yeah! YEAH!!”

With a final, powerful push, he slammed his cock deep into the hot hole and flooded it with his manly cream. Suddenly he felt Buck’s cock throbbing hard in his hand, and watched in amazement the fierce shots of spunk fly high in the air and splat down on his buddy’s chest and face.

Buck was delirious, and was moaning loud: “Aaaah!! AAAAHH!! Boss… Oh, Boss…! Owww FUCK!!”

Slowly, the pelvic contractions and the moans trailed off, and for a fleeting moment Buck and Derek locked eyes, sharing a moment of pure intimacy, something that neither of them had ever experienced before, not even with their closest friends; surely enough, not with the girls they’d fucked.

But the moment ended abruptly when the door crashed open and Skid stormed in, wielding his baseball bat. “What the fuck is going on here??” – he yelled, looking in shock at Derek, naked, still over his buddy – “What are you doing to Buck, you pervert! You’re a faggot!! You’re a filthy cocksucker!”

“Skid, wait, we were just…” – Derek started to say, but Skid’s bat crashed on his shoulders, taking his breath away. The furious guy swung the bat again, and Derek quickly rolled off the couch, on the floor, to avoid the second hit, that landed on the backrest.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!!” – Skid yelled hysterically – “Go away! NOW!! And don’t you dare to ever come back, faggot!”

Derek picked up his clothes from the floor as fast as he could and ran to the door, still open. When he was in the doorframe, he turned to Buck, who was still laying on the couch in a mild state of shock, covered with his own sperm, and shot at him a pleading glance, hoping he would have gone away with him. But Buck was not ready to give up on the only life he’d ever lived; he didn’t move, and watched with wet eyes his former boss, the guy who took his virginity, disappear in the dark corridor.

To be continued…

Optional references to “Rowan’s Journey to Manhood”, if you want to read more about:
[1] The two black guys: Chapter 37, ~ A homeless man and his boy ~
[2] The chase and the ensuing fight: Chapter 37, ~ Homophobia ~
[3] Derek’s punishment: Chapter 37, ~ Exemplary punishment ~