Tales from the Cove: Toy-Boy

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About the "Tales from the Cove"

Though published under a common title, referencing to “Rowan’s Journey to Manhood”, these are completely stand-alone stories purposely aimed to those who never heard of Rowan or The Cove.

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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.

  TALES FROM THE COVE

≈ TOY-BOY – Part 1 ≈

~ Poolside party ~

«Why on earth I let my friends talk me into this…» – Stewart thought uneasy, looking around.

The poolside party was in full swing, with loud music coming from an expensive stereo system and an endless supply of alcohol provided by a good-looking and professional bartender. He spotted a couple friends from his military base, laughing out loud at the opposite side of the illuminated pool, drinking what must’ve been their third or fourth beer.

There were also many other guests, a few of which well-dressed, the others wearing more casual clothes, jeans with an open shirt or just a tee. They were all men.

Stewart was openly gay, just like his friends, the host and the other guests. Nevertheless, he felt like he didn’t fit that party. He was a military, an airman, used to rigid discipline, and that rowdy bunch of buzzed men, along with the loud music, was getting on his nerves. And if it wasn’t enough, standing there in his tight uniform was making him feel definitely out of place.

He put down the Margarita that someone shoved into his hand ignoring his protests, and was about to go away when coarse voices and unbridled laughter caught his attention. He raised his gaze and observed a group of four or five grown-up men, all muscular and bulky (and clearly drunk), teasing a younger guy, barely legal, groping his ass, fondling his bulge and pinching his nipples.

Stewart’s eyes were attracted by the guy like a magnet. He was very young and had a fiery red hair, short on one side but with a long asymmetrical fringe almost covering his right eye. He was wearing very tight white pants and a stretch emerald green shirt, almost entirely unbuttoned. His revealing clothes couldn’t conceal his chiseled, hairless torso, his remarkable bulge and the perfect mounds of his ass.

The guy was putting a great effort in keeping the older men in check, pushing away the many hands that sneaked into his open shirt, groped his private parts and caressed his face. He kept a determined, fierce stance, but Stewart could clearly see a rising anxiety in the guy’s eyes.

“Come on, toy-boy!” – one man said aloud – “Lemme just feel those sweet buns of yours!”

“Don’t play the virgin, kid, as we know well you’re not!” – another one joked, raising coarse laughter.

“That’s for sure!” – a third man laughed – “Two friends of mine told me that last week they had a lot of fun with the boy, here! But take a good look at this, toy-boy…” – he added looking straight at the guy with lustful eyes and grabbing his own bulge – “…as no matter how much meat they’ve stuffed your ass with, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

“I don’t take it up the ass!!” – the guy screamed, and Stewart could clearly hear a note of fear in his voice – “You can touch my body, and even undress me, but no actual sex!! Hands only, you know the rule!”

“Fuck the rules, toy-boy!” – one of the men yelled with a menacing attitude – “Our host has spent good money on you to please his guests, and you will please us! Now stop whining and let me check the goods!”

He grabbed the guy’s shirt and, with a thug, he ripped it open, revealing his rosy nipples, that he suddenly pinched and twisted hard, painfully squeezing them into his rough beefy fingers. Another man roughly tugged his pants down, revealing the guy’s underwear, a pair of stretch boxers with mesh sides and back that left little to the imagination. All the men huddled around the guy and started groping him shamelessly, sliding their hands into his elastic undies, roughly massaging his cock and prodding the guy’s hole with their fingers.

“No! No!!” – the boy screamed, and with a desperate effort he wriggled out of the men’s hands and ran along the border of the pool toward Stewart, pulling up his pants, pursued by the drunk men.

The boy was looking back, and bumped hard into Stewart. He raised his gaze to the tall man in military uniform, and looked straight at him with pleading eyes: “Please sir…” – he said with trembling voice – “Don’t let them hurt me…”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, few seconds that to both of them seemed an eternity, until Stewart quickly pulled the boy behind him and faced the five drunk men: “The boy is with me” – he stated in an authoritarian tone.

“Step aside, soldier!” – said a man trying to push him away, but Stewart grabbed his shirt with such a force that almost ripped it away, along with some of the body hair underneath: “I strongly advice you and your friends to walk away… while you still have two legs to walk on!”

They were five, and drunk, but Stewart was not scared. His military mind quickly assessed the situation, evaluating his chances in a possible brawl. In any case, he could give the boy enough time to run away.

He quickly grabbed the drunkest man and pushed him into the pool; his plan worked, as the man, drunk as he was, couldn’t stay afloat, and two friends of his quickly dove into the water to save him. He shoved hard one of the two remaining men, making him fall on the ground, and immediately planted his booted foot on the man’s crotch. His friend moved to punch Stewart, but the airman hissed: “If I were you, I’d calm down, or your friend here tomorrow will sing in a white voices choir…”

And to enforce his words, he pushed hard on the man’s groin, making him howl for the pain.

For a long moment no one moved, but in the end the only standing man said meekly: “OK man, we don’t want problems… Enjoy your boy! But beware, he’s damaged goods…”

Reacting to this last insult to the boy, Stewart shoved again his boot on the laying man’s crotch, and he yelled to his friend: “Fuck you, Dan! Will you shut your fuckin’ mouth?”

Stewart stepped back, letting the man stand up, and then watched the group slowly going away, to the farthest end of the pool area. He felt two arms around his waist and the guy pressing his body on his back. He was trembling.

“Thank you, sir…” – he said with feeble voice. Stewart turned around, and the guy recoiled, making a strenuous effort to regain his usual fierce attitude. “I… I’d better go” – he said with strained voice, and Stewart inquired: “Where? Let me drive you home”.

The guy shook his head, and a bitter smirk appeared on his face: “I live here, sir. At the moment, at least. But I have the idea that after what happened tonight I’m not welcome any more. I’ll find a place where to spend the night, and tomorrow…”

“You live here?” – Stewart asked with surprise – “Is our host your father?”

“Father? Ah!” – the guy commented, reacting to the stinging shame with an aggressive attitude – “I’m his property! He payed for me! Didn’t you hear? I’m a toy-boy, I’m damaged goods!”

He turned around to go away, keeping his torn shirt closed with one hand, but Stewart grabbed him by his arm: “Wait… You’re not going anywhere. Tonight you will stay at my place”.

~ A tough guy ~

The drive to Stewart’s place was a silent affair. No more than a couple words were spoken. The airman frequently glanced to the guy, who kept looking out of the side window with a hurt, pensive expression.

Stewart pulled into his driveway and cut the engine.

“Do you have a name, boy?”

“No” – was the harsh reply; but immediately the guy saw Stewart frown and added: “John”.

The airman didn’t say anything, but the expression of restrained anger painted on his face spoke volumes. The guy lowered his gaze: “Sorry, sir. My name is Hendrick, but everyone calls me Rick…”

“And do you have a family, a father, someone?”

Stewart immediately regretted asking that question, as he saw a steely flash into the guy’s eyes, while his hand gripped tight to the safety belt.

“OK, no more questions” – the airman said, and then added with a lighter tone: “Come, Ricky boy, let’s go inside. We’ll grab a bite and then we’ll find an accommodation for you”.

Rick got off the car and followed Stewart to the main door, and all the while that “Ricky boy” bounced in his brain. No one had ever called him like that, and it sounded so tender, so loving, so… «Fuck it!» – he forced himself to think, blaming himself for his moment of weakness.

“I’m starved!” – Stewart exclaimed when inside – “Get comfortable while I rustle some food”.

“Let me, sir” – Rick hastened to say, standing tall with a timid smile on his face – “Just show me the kitchen”.

“Can you cook?” – Stewart replied, a bit surprised. “I’ve always had a passion for cooking, sir” – Rick replied – “but don’t expect anything elaborate, as I’m self-taught…”

“Well, you don’t expect anything elaborate” – Stewart replied with a smile, showing the way to the kitchen – “as I don’t cook, and you won’t find anything more than the bare essentials in my pantry”.

When alone in the kitchen, Rick looked around and opened the fridge and the cabinets, checking their content. «The man was not joking» – he thought, disconsolate, as he could find only some eggs, bacon and potatoes.

And still, when Stewart heard Rick call for dinner and stepped into the kitchen was more than surprised: the table had been set up in an elegant way, with two glasses, all the right cutlery and a napkin rolled in a fancy way; and in the center there was a large serving dish with… something that looked mouthwatering, but he couldn’t identify.

“These are nests of mashed potatoes with a slice of bacon holding a mini-omelet, sir” – Rick explained while serving the airman with an embarrassed smile – “I couldn’t find much in your pantry…”

“You are talented, Ricky boy” – Stewart said after tasting the dish – “This is delicious! And look at this table!”

Rick, for the first time, flashed a sincere, proud smile: “Thank you, sir. I tried to do my best… for you”. While saying the last words, the guy lowered his gaze and a light blush appeared on his cheeks.

The dinner was very pleasant, they talked a lot, but Stewart never asked anything about Rick’s past.  When they finished their meal, Stewart and Rick went back to the living room. “This is a military house, there isn’t anything fancy, I’m afraid; there is a guest room, upstairs, but I use it as a storage room, it’s full of stuff” – the airman said in his usual practical tone, handing to the guy a clean set of towels and some sleepwear – “You will bunk on the couch, it’s not very comfortable, but I’m sure you can adapt for one night. You can use the bathroom over there”.

“Yes sir, OK sir, thank you sir” – Rick kept murmuring while Stewart gave him instructions for the night arrangements. The ‘sir’ came so easy, as Stewart was older than him, had a commanding attitude, was an airman… and was gorgeous! Rick couldn’t tear his gaze off of him, his brown buzz-cut hair, his handsome features, his toned body restrained into that tight uniform that couldn’t conceal a remarkable bulge.

«He was at the party, he must be into guys» – the boy considered, and his heart suddenly beat faster. Stewart’s warm voice snapped him out of his reveries: “Good night Ricky boy, See you tomorrow morning”.

“G… Good night sir…” – Rick stuttered, looking at the now soft, fatherly expression of the airman’s face, lighted up by a caring smile.

Stewart went upstairs, showered and sneaked under the bedsheets, naked as usual. That double bed always seemed a bit empty, and though many guys have occasionally occupied the other side of the bed, Stewart never felt the need to have a steady relationship with any of them. And still, there was a longing in his heart that he was almost afraid to acknowledge.

With a sigh, he switched off the light and fell asleep. He was woken up after a while, when he felt someone sneaking into the bed with him. It was pitch dark, but there were no doubts who was the unexpected guest…

~ Love-making ~

 “What are you doing, Ricky boy? That couch is not that uncomfortable…”

“May I stay here for a moment, sir?” – Rick said with a shy tone – “I just need… I need…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but Stewart felt him nesting into his arms, pressing his back on his torso and his ass against his groin. The boy smelled clean, his skin was so warm… and he was naked. Stewart’s manhood instantly came to life, caressed by the silky skin of the guy’s firm buttocks. He tried to recoil, but Rick held the man’s arms tight around him and seductively moved his ass against the man’s growing member.

“Are you sure you want it, Ricky boy? If it’s a way to thank me or something then forget it…”

“Please, sir…” – Rick replied, pressing even more his young toned body against the airman’s.

“Are you legal?”

“Y…Yes, sir…” – Rick replied, surprised by the unexpected question.

“I’m totally clean” – Stewart then said – “they check us every other week at the base. Should I use a condom?”

There was a moment of silence, and Stewart heard something like a muffled whine. “You better” – Rick’s feeble voice said from the dark.

Stewart, without even turning on the light, took a condom and some lube from his nightstand. While he wore the condom and oiled up his now stiff cock, Risk stayed lying on his side, giving him the back. Stewart held him tenderly, in a spoon position, one arm around the boy’s neck with the hand lying on his pec, and other one around his waist to better hold him during the penetration.

The man pressed his cock head against the boy’s tight rosebud and waited until he felt the boy relax, slowly, to then open up and welcome the thick pole inside him. Stewart pushed gently in, but soon reached the second sphincter and felt it tight clenched.

He stopped again, and Rick reached back with his hand and grabbed the man’s hips, as to invite him deeper inside his tender, but clearly unwilling hole. Stewart didn’t move and Rick exclaimed: “Go for it, sir! Push it in, all the way! I can take it! Fuck me, sir!”

“No, Ricky boy…” – Stewart whispered in the boy’s ear – “I’m not going to hurt you, or take you by force. I don’t want to fuck you, I want to make love to you, and I will do only if you can feel as much pleasure as me…”

Those were by far the sweetest words anyone had ever told to Rick. Making love, sharing the pleasure, for Rick, were things that existed only in romantic novels. And now that man, that wonderful man was restraining his lust, waiting to be offered what he could easily take by force. Rick felt his heart leap, and every fiber of his body suddenly longed to be joined to that man in the most intimate way. His ass muscles relaxed, and he felt the hot manhood slowly, gently invade his inner sanctuary; and there wasn’t the slightest pain, but only an intense pleasure that radiated from his ass and warmed his whole body and soul.

“Oh, sir…ooohh…” – the guy murmured when he felt the man’s pubes firmly pressed against his ass cheeks. He wanted that moment to last forever, as it couldn’t get any better. But it was wrong: it definitely could get better, and he realized it when the thick cock started moving slowly back and forth, with gentle confidence, touching him in all the right places.

Rick felt like he was melting into the tight grip of the man’s strong arms, while his stiff, expert cock worked its magic inside him, relentlessly brushing that special spot that made his own dick grow stiffer and throb at each thrust.

“Ahh!” – he gasped, surprised, when he felt the man’s hand curling around his cock, slowly wanking it and making his pleasure raise to unbelievable peaks. “Why… What… You don’t have to do that, sir…” – he said, while trying to stop that strong, manly hand that had taken possession of his cock and was giving him an irresistible pleasure. None of the men who fucked him had ever cared for other pleasure than their own.

“Don’t act like a toy-boy with me, kid” – Stewart replied, guessing the hard life the boy had lived so far – “I’m not one of those men. Are you ready to share the pleasure with me, Ricky boy?”

“I’m more than ready, sir…” – Rick said with chocked voice, while Stewart paced up his pounding. “Then let go, Ricky boy, because I’m… aaahh… I’m… NNNGGHHH!!!”

“AAAGGHH!!” – the boy echoed him, shaking and trembling for the force of the orgasm that suddenly wreaked havoc through his body and numbed his mind.

For few endless seconds Rick forgot the pool parties, the shameful groping, the demeaning toy-boy role he had to play to survive in the last years. His universe was that cock pulsing deep inside him, those strong arms holding him tight, that sinewy hand milking him dry, and that warm voice calling him ‘Ricky boy’. He felt loved, he felt happy!

~ Back to Earth ~

Slowly, their climaxes trailed off, and Stewart held him tight, still in a spoon position, for a while, until they both could catch their breath. Then he recoiled a bit and said: “Look at me, Ricky boy…”

The guy turned his head and Stewart could witness a sparkling happiness making his eyes shine bright. But it lasted only few moments, and suddenly the boy’s gaze turned back to the usual steeliness and his tender smile died on his face.

He rushed out of the bed, saying “You didn’t have to do that, sir… I can take care of myself, I… I don’t need you!”. In a flash, he was out of the door, and Stewart could hear hurried steps down the stairs. The airman felt like he’d been slapped hard on his face and an angry frown darkened his handsome features. He got off the bed, without even putting on the underwear, and stormed downstairs. Rick, partly dressed, had already his hand on the handle of the main door.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going, kid?!” – Stewart roared, pointing his finger at Rick, who stepped away from the door with a defying expression.

“It was a mistake, sir, I shouldn’t have come here in the first place” – Rick said, trying without success to support Stewart’s irate gaze – “Thank you for, uhm, everything, but I have to go”.

“Fuck you, boy! You don’t go anywhere!” – Stewart shouted, grabbing the guy by his shoulders – “I just made love to you, I made love to you! I… I opened my heart to you! Who do you think I am, boy? One of those man at the party? You can’t insult me this way and go away with it!”

“I’m so sorry, sir…” – Rick replied, withering under the man’s gaze – “I didn’t mean to insult you, you’ve been so kind… so loving… But I don’t want your kindness, I don’t need your love!”

“What’s wrong with you, boy?” – Stewart yelled – “Why is it so hard for you to be happy?”

“Because happiness is short-lived!!” – Rick cried out, his eyes welling with tears – “Tomorrow you’ll send me back to my life and you will soon forget me! Love! Ah! This is not a romantic movie, sir, this is life! Yes, I felt loved tonight, loved like never in my life! And it was wonderful! And from now on I’m doomed to mourn this beautiful moment of love, as it won’t ever come back! Happiness and love don’t last, sir!”

Stewart felt an icy grip on his heart, listening to that young guy talking so bitterly of life. His mind was reeling, and he only knew one thing: he didn’t want Rick to go out of that door. Since he saved him at the pool party, he felt like Rick could fill the void in his life, an emptiness so painful and frightening that so far Stewart didn’t even dare to acknowledge it.

“Then let’s make it last…” – he said, loosening his grip on the boy’s shoulders and holding him gently, tenderly – “Stay here, don’t go away…”

“For how long?” – Rick replied, bitterly, wriggling out of Stewart’s hands and backing up a few steps – “One day… or maybe one week…”

“…Or, like, forever…” – Steward said, seriously, looking straight at the boy.

Rick felt his legs give way and braced himself on the wall: “Wh… What you mean…”

“Be my boy, Hendrick… You will live here, I will take care of you, help you find your way. And I will love you, every day. This time love won’t be short-lived!”

Rick was clearly on the verge of bursting into tears, but took a deep breath and stood tall. “Why do you want to torture me, sir? This… this can’t be real… you don’t really want me as your boy, sir. I’ve a bad attitude, I’ve sold my body to strangers in the last two years, I… I’m damaged goods, sir, you heard them. You can’t be serious…”

“Oh, I’m no saint, you know...” – the airman replied, slowly getting closer to the guy – “I’m authoritarian, I don’t stand being criticized, and I always get what I want, one way or another. Just to mention few of my many flaws. But I have a quality: I can judge a man at first glance, and you are a good boy, better than you think yourself.  And I understood you were special to me the moment I first looked into your eyes, at the party. There has always been a void in my life, but when you asked for my help I felt an irresistible instinct to protect you… and I felt alive!”.

He took the boy’s face into his hands and gazed deep into his moist green eyes: “But the question is: can you accept my love? Can you feel love? Can you love… me?”

Rick had to catch his breath several times before being able to whisper: “Yes…”

The man lowered his head and their mouths met in the most tender kiss they both have ever given and received. The boy felt like he was stepping into unexplored territories, as he didn’t even know what love was, until then. But his furiously beating heart told him he’d made the right choice.

Stewart, too, felt like he was diving into uncharted water. He’d had many lovers in his life, but they could never fill the void he felt deep inside. He’d always had commitment issues and tying the knot with one of the men who shared his bed was totally out of question. But the unsuspected tenderness he was feeling for the boy, frightening as it was, felt… right.

Stewart recoiled and smiled, seeing a deep blush of excitement on Rick’s face and his eyes shining with pure adoration. He took the boy bodily and brought him upstairs, to his bed, where they made tender love again, and again, exploring with throbbing hearts and marveled eyes a world that was new to both of them.

~ A painful secret ~

The next morning it was Sunday, and Stewart woke up late, smelling a delicious aroma of freshly made coffee and hot breakfast. He went downstairs, to the kitchen, and Rick was there, adding his last touches to a buffet worthy of a five-star hotel. There was a full English breakfast, with mouthwatering sausages that looked fresh from the butler, plus fresh fruit salad, orange juice, eggs benedict, pancakes, jam and maple syrup.

“Ricky boy!” – the airman gasped – “I’m speechless! But you can’t possibly have prepared all this with what I had in my pantry…”

“I got up early, sir, and went out for groceries” – Rick replied, with a shy but proud smile. “Well, I feel… pampered!” – Stewart said, sitting at the table and taking a portion of everything in front of him – “But this is the last time you spend your money. I told you…” – he added, looking tenderly at the boy – “From now on, I will take care of you”.

“Yes, sir…” – Rick murmured, while those loving words echoed in his mind, making resonate strings in his heart that he didn’t even know to have.

They had a relaxed breakfast, making plans about clearing out, at least in part, the guest room, for Rick to use it as his own. Later on, while Rick was tidying up, Stewart said, pensively: “Last night you wanted me to wear a condom…”. Rick replied with a simple “Uh--uh”, keeping his back to the man, while he was washing the dishes in the kitchen sink. He was clearly uneasy about the subject, but Stewart inquired: “Have you any STD?”.

“No, sir…” – Rick murmured, without turning around, and then added, making an effort to control his voice: “I hope not…”

“Why, have you had… unprotected sex with someone?”

“Not… willingly, sir” – Rick replied, and Stewart felt his heart pace up. “What you mean?” – he asked, alarmed – “Did someone… forced you? Was it that man, the host of the pool party?”

Rick closed the tap, wiped his hands and sit at the table, next to Stewart. “I’m so ashamed, sir, but you have to know, I don’t want to have any secret with you… You know what I do at those parties, I let men play with me, touch me intimately and even masturbate me. But I’ve set a simple rule: they can do whatever they want, but using their hands only. And the guests have always kept to this rule… until last week”.

Stewart didn’t say anything and silently compelled Rick to go on.

“When they approached me, they were totally drunk, there were four of them, all taller and bulkier than me. They roughly stripped me naked, and after playing with me they said they wanted more, but I told them I didn’t want. They didn’t even listen to my words, they picked me bodily and brought me upstairs, threw me on a bed and then they… they… took turn…”

The strenuous effort Rick was making not to cry couldn’t prevent a stifled sob to escape his mouth. “Stop it” – Stewart said with a grave tone, looking straight at the boy’s teary eyes – “Don’t say another word. Just tell me the names of those bastards and I will…”

“No, sir!” – Rick hastened to say – “It wouldn’t rewind the time, it wouldn’t delete the past. It was last week, after all” – Rick said, as if he was talking of a remote time in the past – “What happened before yesterday was… another life. Today everything’s different, I’m… here… and you are…”

“I am going to make sure that nothing like that will ever happen again” – Stewart said with such a protective tone that Rick couldn’t help but throwing himself into the airman’s arms. “I love you so much!” – the boy said, covering the man’s stubbled face with kisses.

Stewart, being a practical man, not inclined to such a display of affection, wiggled out from the loving assault and said: “OK, enough with this lovey-dovey stuff! Tomorrow I’ll have you take a complete check-up. And now come, Ricky boy, we have a guest room to clear up!”

Despite the apparently harsh words, the man was stifling an affectionate smile, and Rick happily jumped on his feet, gave him a military salute and said aloud: “Sir, yes sir!”, and they both rushed upstairs, laughing.

To be continued...