Tales from the Cove: The Ladies' Man

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.

I also provide a PDF version of this story, with working footnotes and bookmarks; you’re welcome to download it, but I kindly ask you to rate and comment the story on GayDemon, so to give me the feedback that all us writers always crave for 😉

≈ TALES FROM THE COVE: THE LADIE’S MAN ≈

~ Why am I writing this? ~

Hey there, my name is Darren, 31 years old. I’m Canadian, but I live in the U.S., in a small sunny town on the West Coast; I’m not going to be more specific, I’m sorry, because I don’t want my friends and co-worker to recognize me. I’m 1.80 m. tall, 77 kg. (or 5’11” and 170 lbs., if you like), brown hair, hazel eyes and a fair complexion tanned by the hot sun that often shines here. OK, I live in California, it was not that difficult to guess! But now I’m not going to give out any more hint.

I’ve always taken good care of my body, I hit the gym three times a week and I’m quite muscular, but not bulky in any way. When I see at the gym those guys who look like walking armoires, with their chest shaved and their legs that look like trunks, I wonder what kind of woman may find them sexy. I am very proud of my broad shoulders, my defined pecs and my sculpted abs, but I don’t want to look like a hairless ape. As a matter of fact, I never shave my body: I’m not particularly hairy, but my upper chest is pleasantly covered with a thin layer of brown hair, and usually the girls I date tell me they love my treasure trail leading down to my gotch… and they love even more what they find when they follow the treasure trail! I have a nice 8½” circumcised cock and a hefty pair of balls that never failed to impress my dates. Now, guys, don’t think I’m coming on to you: no offence meant, but you are not my cup of tea, so to speak, lol!

Because, you see, I’m a ladies’ man, I love girls and they love me, I’ve never had any problem finding a nice chick to lay and never had any interest whatsoever for guys.

But then, you may be wondering, why am I writing this on a gay erotic site? I really don’t know. If you figure it out, please let me know, lol! No, seriously, in the last year I’ve had a few experiences with a man, and still I don’t know what to think about that. Maybe… don’t know… I mean, if you’re reading this you must be into man-on-man love, at least in part, and I hope that sharing my experience with you maybe could help me understand myself and what I feel, and above all what I should do now.

Everything begun when I met Allison, a year ago. A gorgeous woman, nice boobs, delicious ass and… Oh, but you’re not interested in such details, sorry. What you have to know, though, is that she was married, back then, but I really didn’t care: I’m not jealous, lol! Truth is, I have some serious commitment issues, I don’t like feeling tied to a woman, so if she’s married, all the better!

She had no problems meeting me at her place, because her husband, a manual laborer of some sort, was away the entire day. We didn’t follow a schedule: when we both felt in the mood for some fun, we arranged a rendez-vous by phone. I failed to notice, in the beginning, that she never invited me on weekends, we always met on weekdays. Therefore, I didn’t find anything weird when she called me on a Saturday afternoon and asked me to go see her.

~ A hairy fury ~

I lived quite close to her house (this is a small town) and in a short while I was lying on my back in her bed, naked, and she was wildly riding my 8+ inches of hard meat. My eyes were fixated on her bouncing boobs when I heard the bedroom door open and a deep male voice say something like “Hey honey, I’m… What the fuck is going on here?!!” [1]

Allison immediately pulled off from me and sat on the bed to face the man, who must’ve been her husband, and I raised my head and gasped, looking at him. He was a little shorter than me, but way more muscular. He was completely naked, and I could spot his clothes scattered on the corridor’s floor, as if he stripped off while coming to the bedroom. He had a massive torso, completely covered with a thick felt of black body hair that couldn’t conceal his bulging pecs and his iron 6-pack abs. Now, believe me guys, I’m not used to look between a man’s legs, but as said he was completely naked, and he was sporting a huge erection, and when I say huge I mean fuckin’ huge! His cock was as thick as a can of beer, veiny and rock-hard, pointing straight at me. I was aghast, raised my eyes to look at him and his stubbled face was contorted in a grimace of fury. His pale-blue eyes pierced me like deadly lasers. I turned to Allison, expecting her to be as surprised and shocked as me, if not more, but she wasn’t scared, not at all! She was looking straight at her man with a defiant, almost amused expression on her face.

That fuckin’ bitch!! She knew her husband on Saturdays came home earlier! She wanted him to bust us!

“You motherfucker!” – the brawny man yelled at me – “How you dare fucking my wife!!”

He quickly came toward me, clenching his fists, 200 pounds of hairy muscles ready to swoop down on me. I’m not a weakling, I surely could’ve fought him, I could’ve defended myself… but I didn’t move, and I still can’t guess why; that man was so confident, so powerful, so… masculine that I felt subjugated, I could do nothing but stare at him, at his hairy chest and at his bulging muscles (and yes, at his huge cock, too, shame on me!).

He threw himself over me, and I was scared shitless, so I instinctively protected myself crossing my arms in front of my face and raising a leg to keep him away… and that was my mistake.

In the turn of few seconds, he grabbed my wrists with one of his big hands, and my raised ankle with the other one; using his weight, he pinned my hands on the mattress, above my head, and forcefully spread my legs. When he growled “Fuck for fuck!” I instantly guessed what he had in mind, but it was too late. I felt his hard cock pressed against my exposed man hole, trying an impossible entry, as he was way too big for my virgin ass; but he fell with all his weight on me and with a single brutal thrust he shoved his entire beer-can thick cock into me.

Holy shit, I’ve never felt a greater pain in my entire life! I felt like I was torn apart, and I screamed at the top of my lungs, until he pressed a hand on my mouth, muffling my howls. Guys, you surely are more expert than me: is always that painful being fucked for the first time? I really don’t know, but I know that I hoped to faint, to not feel that pain. But I didn’t faint, I felt every fucking inch of that monster cock filling me to the brim.

I had tears rolling down my eyes, while he started pounding me like I’ve never pounded a girl: his cock felt like an iron bar, a baseball bat forcefully shoved in and out my not-anymore-virgin hole, mercilessly ravaging my inexperienced ass, while he yelled at me “How do you like being on the receiving end, motherfucker??”

I’m not a sissy, I can take pain like a man, but believe me, I would’ve dearly pleaded for mercy, if only that strong hand pressed against my mouth didn’t silence me for good; I could only look at him with pleading eyes, though I knew I would’ve got no mercy from the enraged man.

~ Unexpected twist ~

But much to my surprise, when I stared deep into his pale-blue eyes, silently pleading him to stop torturing me, I swear I could see a change in them, a hint of… something I really don’t know. What I know is that he slowed down, letting me catch my breath. He didn’t stop, though, he went on pounding me, but suddenly his cock was no more a deadly weapon tearing my ass apart, it was rather a caring rod of hot meat that… that… OK, I admit it! I started liking it! Once the pain had subsided, I realized that the hairy man was fucking me in a… special way, pressing all my inner buttons, and I… I was feeling… Fuck, I was feeling good! My own cock, that had gone totally limp under his initial onslaught, came back to life, and thrust after thrust of that mighty dick into my hole, I felt a growing pressure into my groin.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, his big hands released both my wrists and my mouth. I could’ve pushed him away, or at least I could’ve tried, but when I looked with surprise at his eyes, I saw an equal surprise into them: he was a married man, certainly straight, but somehow my tight ass was giving him a pleasure that he didn’t expect to feel.

Guys, I’m telling you everything and I don’t want to hide to you this additional, shameful bit: in that moment, seeing sparkles of pleasures in his eyes and listening to his stifled gasps… I felt thrilled, I was glad I could give pleasure to that powerful man, and I basked in the pleasure he was giving me. My hands, now free, moved to his muscular chest, my fingers played with his body hair, and then, almost on their own, started caressing and tickling his meaty nipples.

He gasped loud and slowed down his hips, as if he was on the verge of busting his load and wanted to make it last, to wait… for what? The answer came from his hand, that circled my rock-hard cock and started wanking it with strong powerful strokes. He wanted me to cum with him!

My mind was reeling, the pressure in my balls was unbearable, and suddenly the impossible idea of sharing my pleasure with a man scared me! I started moaning “No, man… Please don’t…”, but slowly my “no… no…” turned into an enthusiast “Yes… yes… Oh god, YEAAHH!!”, while my cock exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm.

Lost in my guilty pleasure, I saw him stiffen and emit a guttural, almost animalistic yell, and then I felt his thick cock throb wildly into my ass and the hot slickness of his semen fill me. His beastly roar and the crazy awareness that he was… breeding me were so incredibly hot that I would have cum, if I wasn’t already cumming like a geyser.

Our shattering orgasms slowly subsided, and we found ourselves staring into each other’s eyes, our mouth open for the lack of air and the total astonishment caused by our unexpected feelings. I realized he was aghast, thinking the same thing as me: «I made love with a man… I had sex with a fuckin’ man!».

We were abruptly roused from our tangled thoughts by Allison’s voice: “You’ve never cum so hard with me, Barry…”. And then a sudden anger flared in her eyes and she repeated, screaming: “You’ve never cum so hard with me! Fuck you! Fuck you both!! Now I understand why you were always too ‘tired’ to fuck me! What a faggot you are, Barry!! You’re a fuckin’ faggot!! Get out of this house! GET OUT!! NOW!!”

She was hysterical! She roughly pushed the two of us out of the bedroom, and then out of the main door, while we frantically tried to pick up some clothes from the floor. When she slammed the door shut, screaming “Get out of my life, you and your new boyfriend!!”, I looked at Barry (apparently, that was his name) and… did the most stupid thing you guys could ever imagine: I put out my hand and said “Oh, by the way, I’m Darren”.

Geez, I even invited him to sleep at my place, across the street! Now, please no stupid jokes about how smart Canadian men are, eh? I know myself it wasn’t the smartest move ever. And I felt utterly stupid when Barry ignored my hand, growled a “Fuck you” and went away.

~ Doubts ~

In the next days, I thought about what happened a million times. How could I ever forget, anyway, when every time I sat down I felt a pang in my sore ass? But it wasn’t my sore ass the source of my doubts: I just couldn’t understand the mind-blowing intensity of my experience with Barry.

Guys, believe me, I’m not homophobic or anything, I just never questioned my being straight: had it come the time for me to question my sexuality? I really didn’t feel different, and yet the memory of my shattering orgasm while Barry was forcibly fucking me was constantly in my mind, I couldn’t think to anything else. I had to find an answer to my doubts.

After a week or so, I went to the gym, where I met my buddy Joey, a nice Italian guy, well built, pleasant features, funny and totally shameless: we always laugh so much when we are together! He’s openly gay, and though knowing I’m straight, he often jokes with me, pretending to come on to me. And that day, at the gym, was no exception.

While I was doing my squatting routine, he came next to me and whispered with a blatant lustful tone: “Man, that wondrous ass of yours is driving me crazy! I would fuck you on the spot!”

Usually, I reply with a sincere laugh, but that time I halted, turned at him and said: “You really would?”. He feigned a sudden pain and dramatically whined: “How evil of you, teasing me like that only to leave me in despair!”; but then he looked at me more attentively and exclaimed: “You are serious…!”

“I am serious” – I confirmed, giggling at his astonished expression and… at the obvious erection tenting his gym pants – “Consider it a sort of experiment…”

Half an hour later, we both were at my place, in my bed, naked, and I was feeling a bit uneasy. I didn’t tell him about Barry, and I was not joking when I said it was a sort of experiment: I had to know if I was gay, or maybe bisexual; and Joey was good looking, had a fit body and was gay: who better than him for a… um… test ride?

He realized I was nervous, and took for granted I was a virgin, so he gently guided me into the best positions, took his time and used a lot of lube (and a condom, making me realize that Barry fucked me bareback!). He penetrated me slowly, carefully, and then fucked me with long steady thrusts, and I could say he was doing his best to give me as much pleasure as he could. But my cock stayed limp the whole time. There was no magic, quite the opposite: it was rather unpleasant, but the least I could do was to hide my feelings to Joey, who surely wasn’t the one to blame.

I welcomed Joey’s chocked scream of pleasure, when he came into my ass, with a sense of relief, and I felt a bit bad for him when he realized that my cock was still lying lifeless on my groin. But I reassured him, telling him that though the “experiment” had been apparently unsuccessful, his outcome was extremely helpful. What I didn’t tell to my friend was that my doubts had not been fully dispelled, yet.

OK, apparently, I was not gay… or at least being fucked, per se, didn’t appeal me at all. So, what drove me crazy with Barry? The fear, the adrenaline? Being taken by surprise and suddenly switching from fucking Allison to being fucked by Barry?

Or maybe I had been driven crazy because… Barry was Barry? I confess this last possibility scared me a bit: I had never fallen for a woman so far, had I now fallen for a man? I had to know, and only Barry could give an answer to my questions… if only I could know where to find him.

~ An awkward meeting ~

Four months went by, months during which I tried to put the whole ‘Barry affaire’ behind my back and go on with my usual life. I mostly succeeded, as I went to work, hit the gym and dated girls like before… except nothing was like before. Barry, along with vivid memories of what we did, kept on resurfacing to my mind.

One day I crossed the road and knocked to Allison’s door. She was still furious with me and called me names, but I could convince her to give me Barry’s phone number. Back at home, I called him, and I was not surprised when he coldly asked me “What the fuck you want, now?”

“Please, Barry, it’s not easy for me, either” – I said – “I understand you’re angry with me, but I need to talk to you…”

“About what? Allison? Your inner struggles?” – he mocked me – “A sudden, and quite late, intimate turmoil that prevents your sleep?”

I silently sighed, as I knew it would’ve been humiliating, and I tried hard to keep a conciliatory tone: “I don’t read fancy books and I don’t give a shit about such psychological mumbo-jumbo, but if you could…”

Much to my surprise, Barry’s loud laugh interrupted me: “Ah ah! Man, that’s exactly what I always say to a friend of mine. Ah ah ah! You’re not that bad, after all…”

“So, will you come to my place? I live in a red brick house across the street from your… I mean Allison’s home. I chilled a two-four, and we could…”

“You chilled what?” – Barry asked, still laughing.

“A two-four, it’s… like four 6-packs. Beer. Do you need a picture?”

“Fuck you, man! Ah ah ah! You said the magic word, I’m on my way…”

It took no more than ten minutes for him to come to my apartment. The day was extremely hot, and he was wearing just a worn-out loose tank-top over some shorts that couldn’t conceal his massive bulge. Laying again my eyes on that hairy mass of rippling muscles sent a sudden jolt to my cock.

I offered him a can of beer and took one for myself, but when I was about to bring it to my mouth I stared at it, absentmindedly comparing it to the beer-can-thick cock that Barry once had showed me in all its frightening naked glory. I held the can of beer in my hand, wondering what might feel taking such a massive cock in my mouth… and wondering how the hell it could ever fit into my ass, that night!

“You want more. That’s why you called me, right?” – Barry suddenly said, breaking the silence, and when I raised my gaze, he pierced me with his pale-blue eyes. A knowing, lustful smirk was on his face. He spread his legs a bit, and I could see he was going commando.

“Don’t… Don’t you wear gotch?” – I asked, feeling my mouth dry. He seemed perplexed, so I added: “Your underwear, your gotch, that’s how it’s called, eh?”

“Maybe in that frozen country you come from” – he replied, standing up and removing his tank-top – “Why should I wear my briefs when it’s more than clear that you want… this?”

He abruptly tore off his shorts, and I gasped loud, feasting my eyes on his powerful naked body. His cock, though still limp, was impressive, I was hypnotized by such a display of masculinity. He moved closer and barked: “Strip! Now!”

I jumped on my feet and frantically stripped off of my clothes. I don’t really know what was happening, I just wanted to talk, I didn’t plan that, but Barry had totally taken control of the game… and me.

~ Overwhelming masculinity ~

He forcefully pushed me to the bedroom and shoved me on the bed. Once again, he jumped over me and pinned me down with his weight, but this time was different, as he straddled my chest, using both hands to block my arms. His cock, his hard, veiny, thick cock was an inch away from my face.

“Open up” – he growled, and I feebly protested: “It’s too big… I can’t take it!”

“Sure you can…” – he replied – “…if you really want it”.

I opened my mouth… because I wanted it, I wanted it with every fiber of my being! Though scared (fuck, he could’ve chocked me to death, with that mighty rod!) I opened my jaws as wide as I could, and he pushed his hot meat inside my mouth. The feeling of having my tongue pressed against the wide head of his manly tool made my head spin and made my own cock getting so stiff that it hurt. He pushed his hips forward, invading my mouth with his meat, and I was overwhelmed by the scent and the taste of his manhood.

He pushed in another inch, and reached the back of my throat. The gag reflex kicked in, and I shot an alarmed glance at him, and he recoiled a bit, flashing a knowing grin: he was playing with me, but he didn’t want me to feel distressed, he just wanted to push me to my limit. He moved his cock back and forth into my mouth for a while and then pulled off. “That’s how it feels…” – he said with a confident smile – “…but it can get even better, with a little practice.”

He scrambled backwards, rubbing his ass on my rigid cock in the process. I hissed when he scraped the sensitive skin of my glans with the curly hair filling his ass crack. Though for a little while my cock pointed exactly at his man hole, not for a single moment I thought that he could let me fuck his ass: he was undoubtedly in charge, and I was on the receiving end… After all, that’s what I wanted since the beginning: I was about to know the answer to the question that had been bugging me for months.

Barry shifted back some more and placed his wet cock against my rear entrance, and suddenly the memory of what happened in Allison’s bedroom flashed in my mind, making me feel a pang of fear. “Please, don’t hurt me…” – I pleaded, but he replied with an alarming: “You’ll take whatever I dish at you”.

I gritted my teeth, as I knew well what was coming; but, much to my surprise, he entered me slowly, waiting for my ass to accommodate his substantial girth. However, he was just too big not to cause me a deep pain, and I chocked a scream when he was not even halfway into me. He stopped and stood still, and in that moment I realized that I wanted him to fill me more than ever, come what may.

“Fuck, man! Shove it in!” – I yelled him. And he did.

Shit! Shit! Shit! It hurt as hell! Why the fuck had I defied him to impale me that way! But astonishingly enough, my cock didn’t lose a fraction of its stiffness. He started pumping into me and I, like that first time, felt again like a lump of clay into his hands.

Guys, believe me, that man knew how to masterfully use his cock! Every time he pushed in I felt like I couldn’t take a single inch more, but every time he pulled out, I felt an emptiness that screamed to be filled again. His cock was burning hot, and pressed my inner buttons in a way that made me shiver for the excruciating pleasure. Whenever I was on the verge of blowing my load he slowed down, and when I relaxed he began pounding me with powerful thrusts that took my breath away. He was not only inside my ass, he was inside my mind!

I lost track of the time he kept me on that sexual rollercoaster, until at one point he pushed his mighty cock all the way into me, his large mushroom head pressing hard on my inner sphincter.

He looked straight into my eyes and growled: “Now it will hurt…”, and I just breathed: “Hurt me…”

With a forceful thrust, he pushed his cock deeper into me, forcing open my inner portal, my last defense to his invasion. I was his, I felt owned by that powerful man, and the pang of pain I felt the moment he broke into my depths was soon forgotten, as my untouched cock exploded like never in my life.

Shot after shot after shot, I spurted all the juice my aching balls could provide, I was delirious, and only a recess of my mind recorded Barry’s beastly grunt, the moment he started flooding my insides with his manly seed.

~ What now? ~

When Barry rolled away from me, landing on the mattress with his 200 pounds of muscles, I just stood still, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath and clear my mind, crowded with many tangled thoughts.

Barry noticed my unusual quietness and said: “Man, I’m like you, I don’t give a shit about that psychological mumbo-jumbo, but I have good memory. And I remember what a good friend told me the night after we met at Allison’s. I was quite shook-up, you know, and he simply told me ‘There is no right or wrong, here; just follow your heart and never turn back’ [2]. And that’s what I did, I never turned back… and I’ve never fucked a girl since then”.

“Thank you so much, Barry” – I replied, turning to him – “but you are mistaken…”

I tried to focus on what troubled me and explained: “You see, I don’t feel different, I still like girls, in these last four months I’ve dated several girls and I had wonderful sex with them. I thought I could just be bisex, why not? I’d have no problem accepting that. I even tried having sex with a buddy of mine, by any means a hot stud, but truly I didn’t like it at all…”

“Really?” – Barry replied with a confident (and quite irritating) grin – “You didn’t seem that displeased when I banged you good and hard…”

“That is exactly the problem!” – I said aloud, uneasy – “With you, it’s different than with the other men! But why??”

I looked straight at him, finally realizing that was really frightening me wasn’t the man-on-man sex, but rather my commitment issues: “Have I… don’t know… fallen for you, Barry? Fuck, I’ve never missed a girl, so far, they just come and go, and I’m perfectly fine with that. But you… you…” – my voice faltered – “Man, tell me I’m not in love with you, this is crazy…”

Barry burst out laughing: “Ah ah ah!! No, man, I really don’t think love has anything to do with that. Why me? Because I’m one of a kind, man, that’s it! Yeah, in a way you fell for me, it happens to almost anyone I meet, but no, love has nothing to do with it”.

He must have seen my uncertain expression, and added: “What’s the problem? Whenever you feel in the mood for some wild action, I won’t be the one to back out! Just call me and I’ll provide you all the meet you crave for! Ah ah ah! Besides, if this is how you felt, why didn’t you call me sooner?”

“Because I knew you were still angry with me. As a matter of fact, you almost told me to go fuck myself when I called you. Not that I can blame you, I mean, I’ve fucked your wife, after all, and you…”

“Allison is a bitch, and you only made me a favor. No man, I was not angry with you for that reason. I was pissed off… because you had me wait for four fuckin’ months!”

Now it was my turn to laugh out loud! Our dialog was somewhat surreal, and still it made perfectly sense. I was the straight guy I’ve always been, but with the hots for the manliest specimen of manhood, one of his kind. That’s all.

“I should’ve waited eight months, not just four. You’re too vain, man!” – I mocked him.

“Ah! You’re going to be punished hard for that! I’m going to knock some respect in that tight ass of yours!” – he retorted, laughing, and with a smile I saw his wondrous thick cock getting hard again. I was about to discover how… endless was the reserve of stamina of that oversexed man…

~ The end ~

And this is pretty much my story. Sorry, guys, I didn’t want to keep you reading this long, but I wanted to give you all the details.

The last bit of information I need to give you is that after that last rendez-vous at my place, I never called Barry again. Not once.

And no, guys, I told you: it’s not because he’s a man, I had come to terms with that. But I’m scared, because – despite Barry’s jokes about anyone falling for him – I really fell hard for that man. It’s not love, probably Barry was right about that, but still he’s for me much more than just a “friend with benefits”. He’s too much of a man for me, the only two times we’ve met I totally fell under his spell, and this scares me a lot…

In the last months, I’ve had some spectacular sex with several girls, and yet there are nights when I lie on the bed, alone, and jack off thinking of Barry, his enormous cock and the many things I never did with him. I never tasted his manly juice, I never kissed him, I never watched him sleeping, I never licked his nipples, I never worshipped his glorious, hairy body...

Now it’s time for me, once more, to ask for your forgiveness, guys, because I wrote this long story to get your advice, to ask you whether I should call Barry again or not.

But at this point, reading what I’ve just written, I’ve found by myself the only possible answer to my question.

-~~~≈≈≈ooOoo≈≈≈~~~-

Optional references to “Rowan’s Journey to Manhood”, if you want to read more about:
[1] Barry’s revenge fuck to Darren: Chapter 36, ~ Another Life ~
[2] Barry’s struggles being soothed by his friend’s advice: Chapter 36, ~ Barry's World Crumbles ~

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