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. However, a part of him longs for men’s love, and at the Cove he cautiously explores his sexuality, making a journey that changes him deeply.
Kale goes to Hawaii to pay a visit to his dying father and brings back with him his young cousin Laniakea, who struggles to fully explore his sexual inclinations and find his place within the Cove. With Kale’s and Barry’s help, Laniakea learns to live more freely his sexuality, overcoming his own narrow-mindedness about being gay and being a ‘top’ man.
Beau understands that he’s not the wonderful and generous man he’s always believed, and tries his best to overcome his limits.
The sudden appearance of Gerry’s female lover causes a fuss in the Cove and leads to a weird three-way between Kale, Gladys and Gerry. Rowan feels inadequate for Gerry, and looks for reassurance into Barry’s arms, but this causes a fight between Gerry and Barry, who later on find a common ground (rough sex!) to settle their quarrel.
Barry is arrested and put in jail, where he ties a strong bond with Wade, a barely legal straight boy. At his trial, Barry makes the hot Judge Ricardo Garcia fall for him.
Jorell reveals to Kale that his father walked out on him when he was seventeen and never heard from him since. Immediately, the Cove starts searching for Jorell’s father, and the traces lead to the infamous San Quentin Prison. There, Jorell finds out how unexpectedly caring and understanding was his father, who unfortunately died in prison.
LaShawn meets Joshua, the supposedly straight jet pilot, and gently brings the uptight and repressed guy into the frightening and delightful world of man-love; and though the brave pilot then dies in a plane crash, LaShawn knows for sure that he died in peace with himself.
After pondering it a lot, Beau proposes to Kale: the news about the surprising marriage makes happy everyone… but Barry, who gets unexpectedly tense and thoughtful. After few days, the two lovebirds get married at Maison de la Motte, with a romantic, and somewhat hilarious ceremony, and then fly on honeymoon to France.
In Provence, Beau and Kale visit the small village of Saint-Julien, where they meet a sexy guy who in all likely is Beau’s half-brother, but they decide not to unveil the truth.
While they’re away, at the Cove things go downhill: Barry is irritable, sad and surly, he continuously argues with the men and ultimately leaves the Cove. Kale and Beau rush back home from France and have to acknowledge an unexpected reality: Barry, Kale and Beau are all in love with each other, in a tangled relationship that Barry calls ‘a three-way couple’.
Synopsys
The Cove comes back to life; there’s still some tension between Beau and Barry, but Kale manages the situation as masterfully as he manages Jorell’s black snake…
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≈ CHAPTER 37 – LIKE A PHOENIX ≈
~ Reunion ~
When Beau opened the main door of the Cove, he stopped for a moment in the doorway, glancing around. It was so weird… He and Kale had exited that very door a week earlier, to go to France, and in that short time so many things had changed. Beau’s eyes got wet, thinking that he risked to come back to an empty shell instead of the Cove… without even realizing what was going on.
Kale had related to him about his first lunch at the Cove, after coming back, and how sad it had been seeing so many empty seats, and the remaining guys silently eating without even looking at each other.
As far as he could remember, the Cove had never been a silent place: there was always some joyful banter going on, or a quiet chatter before going to work, and the laughter of the boys running up and down the stairs. And moans of love and howls of pleasure, of course: the Cove wouldn’t have been the Cove without moans and howls…!
“So what? Are you going to block the entrance for long?” – Kale joked from the street, waiting for Beau to come back from his reverie. Beau leapt on his feet and turned around, smiling shyly; he extended a hand toward Kale, as a gesture of invitation, and Kale laughed: “Don’t you dare taking me in your arms! The ‘Viscountess act’ is something you can do once in a lifetime!”
They closed the main door and Beau murmured, tense: “I wish it wasn’t Sunday… Everybody must be at home…”
“You don’t realize how sweet are the words you just said: everybody is at home. Not one of the guys we love is missing, no one is living a solitary, gloomy life somewhere away from the Cove. Everybody is here, and that’s just wonderful…”
Kale opened the double door leading to the living room, and couldn’t restrain a wide smile looking at Alex and Stewart joyfully chatting on the sofa, Charlie and Chayton exchanging pictures on their phones and Rick coming from the kitchen, with his tidy apron, holding a tray with some coffee.
When they saw Beau, they all came close to welcome him back, giving him hugs and friendly pats on the back. Soon the loud voices alerted the other members of the Cove, who quickly filled the living room and added their boisterous contribute to the joyful reunion.
Beau felt weird, he was extremely happy to see again all his friends, but felt somewhat responsible for what happened at the Cove while he was away, concentrated on himself.
“You were on honeymoon” – Wahkan said to Beau, reading inside him like an open book – “It’s only normal that you didn’t think to anyone but your newlywed husband…”
“Thank you Wahkan” – Beau replied, friendly – “thank you for what you just said, and for what you’ve done while we were away. I know that it’s not been easy for you dealing with… what happened.”
Wahkan’s usually serene expression was clouded by a sudden shame: “You don’t thank a man who failed…”
“I’m thanking a man who fought.”
The Sioux shot at Beau a glance full of respect and admiration: “It’s so nice to have you back. And don’t be anxious. Everything will be fine. Just be yourself.”
A conversation with Wahkan was always like that: the unsaid inner thoughts, the unconfessed fears were often more revealing that the spoken words; Wahkan, though unable to fully understand what was stirring into Beau’s heart, had realized that he was tense for something about to happen, and felt the need to offer his support.
The reason of Beau’s anxiety was revealed to Wahkan’s inquisitive eyes, as much as to anyone in the room, when Beau suddenly winced at Barry’s cautious salute: “Hey man, you’re back…”
Beau turned to Barry and for a long moment they both stood there, in front of each other, uncertain about what to say. Sensing the sudden tension, all the chatter trailed off and the room fell in an eerie silence. Beau tried hard to find something to say: anything, but not that deafening silence! And then he heard himself say out of the blue: “Why didn’t you kiss me, too, at the airport?”
Of all the questions Beau could’ve asked him, this one puzzled Barry… mostly because he didn’t have an answer to it. But Barry was Barry: an unanswered question didn’t cause any fuss in his simple mind. He looked up at Beau, flashed a confident smile and growled: “It’s never too late…”
He grabbed Beau by the back of his neck and pulled him into a churning kiss, a lewd, sloppy, lustful kiss, passionate and fearless. A quintessential Barry-kiss.
Not once, at the Cove, a blatant kiss like that failed to rouse loud comments, cheers and whistles, but not that time: looking at Barry and Beau kissing wildly, everybody kept a respectful and surprised silence, sensing that something special was happening under their very eyes.
When their lips, at long last, parted, Barry faintly shook his head and said under his breath: “What a fuckin’ stud…”, then he turned around and said aloud to Rick, as if nothing just happened: “Hey, kid! Is this coffee still hot?”, and helped himself a cup.
The buzzer in the room started rising again, with the guys winking and exchanging knowing grins: at the Cove everyone loved everyone, but that kiss was clearly something special.
“Come, let’s go unpack the baggage” – Kale said, pulling Beau by his arm, and Beau glanced at him, thankful for being rescued from a weird situation he didn’t know how to manage.
Rick hastened to follow them before they could go upstairs: “Sir, while you were away we got several calls from reporters who wanted to have an interview with you. No one mentioned your marriage, and sure enough I didn’t say anything, but maybe the news was leaked…”
“Our marriage wasn’t supposed to be kept secret since the beginning. This is something I’ll have to take care of. Thank you very much, Hendrick, and if anyone calls again, you just say you will relate the message.”
“Of course, sir!” – Rick replied with a smile, and scampered away.
“He’s such a wonderful boy…” – Beau said in a low voice, smiling, and Kale corrected him: “He’s a wonderful young man. The Cove owes him a lot.”
~ Like a Phoenix ~
In the following days, life at the Cove went on smoothly, like before the marriage and the ‘Barry affair’. Everything seemed to be back to normalcy, but one thing was different: Beau.
While in the past he used to spend most of the time in his room up the attic, having breakfast there and coming down only at the main meals, now he spent most of his time in the living room, smiling to anyone walking by and briefly chatting with everyone. In the morning, he was always the first to come down for breakfast, eager to meet the early workers, Gerry, Alex and Barry, before they went to work; and in the afternoon, instead of waiting to use the gym when it was deserted, he preferred to train with Stewart or Barry. Especially Barry, to be true.
As a matter of fact, the conversation Beau had with Kale few days ago was very enlightening. According to Kale, Barry felt something deep for Beau; and proved with a psychological test that Beau felt the same for Barry. Beau still couldn’t believe that the loud, simple-minded, oversexed Barry could break through his heart. Love had mysterious ways indeed… And the idea that Barry could really feel something for him was almost unbelievable.
«Maybe Kale was wrong, maybe Barry doesn’t feel anything like that…» – Beau found himself thinking ever so often; so whenever they met by chance, Beau studied Barry’s demeanor, trying to find some hint of love by his side… but never found the slightest one. Barry acted friendly toward him, nothing more.
One day, while leisurely sitting on a sofa in the living room, Beau pondered that in those last days he was quite eager to have ‘chance’ meetings with Barry along the corridors, or in the dining room, or at the gym. And those meetings happened quite frequently. «I must be good at stalking him!» – Beau thought, chuckling inwardly, but then he became more pensive: may it be that they met so frequently because Barry was doing the same?
«Talk about the Devil…» – Beau thought, looking at Barry coming back home from work. “Hey, man…” – Barry said to Beau in a plain voice, and immediately headed to the kitchen. Beau admired, feeling a twitch in his pants, the manly, confident walk of the muscular worker, and thought for the millionth time that Barry was a true icon of masculinity: at every single step his powerful legs, his wide shoulders and his toned ass moved in the most enticing way. Not to mention his bulge! His bulge was always impressive, but with those tight jeans it looked even bigger than usual…
Lost in his hot thoughts, Beau glanced at Barry’s face for a moment, and saw him stifling a knowing smile. «He’s doing it on purpose! He’s strutting his stuff in front of my very eyes to make me lust for him!»
Beau felt annoyed by Barry’s arrogance, but just for a moment: «He wouldn’t do that if he didn’t want to impress me… He wants me… He loves me! And anyway, without that arrogance, Barry wouldn’t be as sexy and lovely as he is! Wait, did I really think he’s lovely? Fuck…»
There were steps down the staircase, and Beau snapped out of his elucubrations, feeling like a teenager at his first crush. He turned around and smiled widely, looking at Kale coming downstairs.
“Hey, handsome!” – Beau said, and Kale smiled back: “Hello, husband! I’m still not used to see you around the Cove so often. Until now, I didn’t realize how much time you used to spend in your room…”
Kale sat on the sofa next to Beau and took his hand. It was about dinner time, and the Cove was a hive of activity, Rick and Laniakea were working in the kitchen, Chayton and LaShawn were cooing in the butler’s room, Alex and Charlie were chatting lively, and Kale felt an irrepressible joy, thinking that the Cove had seriously risked to disappear forever. It had actually crumbled to pieces, but miraculously they could save it and make its heart beat again, serene and protective as it used to be.
“It’s like the legendary Phoenix” – Kale commented, looking around with joyful eyes – “the magical bird that burned to death to then rise again from its ashes!”
“Yes” – Beau replied, pensive – “I feel exactly like that…”
“Can’t you think to anything but yourself?” – Kale laughed out loud – “I was talking about the Cove, not you!”
Beau giggled, embarrassed: “Apparently, I didn’t learn my lesson… And you’re right, the Cove is here again, alive and kicking, and it’s wonderful. But I too feel like a Phoenix. I felt like dying when you left me in France, and hated Aunt Yvette for taking your part. Gerry, too, was very harsh to me, but what almost broke my heart was when Brennan asked me if he was still my boy… I had to burn to death before being born anew… except that I was reborn with the very same faults!”
Kale held Beau’s hand tighter: “I love your faults…”
In that moment, Barry appeared again in the room, and Beau instinctively withdrew his hand from Kale. Under Kale’s eyes, Beau and Barry exchanged silent glances, that lasted longer than usual. Both of them seemed to be on the verge of saying something, but kept their mouth shut. In the end, Barry broke the eye contact, moving to go away, and Kale hastened to call him: “Hey Barry, are you busy after dinner? I was thinking of throwing a party.”
“A party?” – Barry asked, surprised. “A party?” – Beau echoed him.
“Well, not a huge party” – Kale replied, with a conspiratorial grin – “I was actually thinking to a very exclusive party… just the three of us!”
Almost on autopilot, Barry’s hand moved down to adjust his package: “Count me in, man…”
“Sounds hot…” – Beau murmured, finding hard to tear his gaze off Barry’s bulge.
Kale beamed with happiness: “Wonderful! Formal dress is optional. Or better, clothing is optional altogether!”
They all giggled, exchanging lustful glances, and soon Laniakea announced dinner and they moved to the dining room.
~ Chess game ~
After dinner, Kale approached Beau and Barry and said in a low voice: “So, are we moving to my room?”
“Oh! Ehm… Give me five minutes…” – Barry hastened to reply, and Beau echoed him: “Me too… Five minutes and I’ll be in your room!”
Kale watched puzzled the two men quickly sneaking upstairs and shrugged his shoulders; he went to his room and used the short spare time to freshen up, so as to look at his best for the upcoming ‘party’.
Few minutes later, Beau and Barry entered the room at the same time, as if they just met out of Kale’s door. “Here you are…” – Kale said, getting closer and giving a kiss to Beau, and then to Barry. He realized with some surprise that in those five minutes both of them had washed their teeth and combed their hair, and his surprise grew more when they started undressing, and Kale noticed that Barry was wearing a clean pair of briefs that highlighted his massive junk, and Beau had put on an extremely enticing jockstrap.
It didn’t take long to Kale to understand that there was a sort of competition going on, with Beau and Barry doing their best to impress him, and he felt flattered. But soon he gave it a second thought, when he noticed the fleeting glances that Beau and Barry exchanged, quickly averting their gaze before they could be spotted.
«Things get interesting…» – Kale thought, stifling a knowing smile, while it became clear that Barry wanted to impress Beau, not Kale, and Beau was doing the same with Barry. The message was even more evident when Barry growled, looking at Kale (but shooting a sideways glance at Beau): “I’m going to fuck some fine ass tonight…”; and Beau hastened to add: “Yeah, me too…!”
Kale felt like they were playing a sort of chess game, and rose to the challenge: the Knight and the Bishop had done their opening move and declared their strategy, by stating that neither of them was going to be topped by the other one. But now it was time for the Queen to move around the chessboard…. He stripped naked and lay on the bed, on his back, and mocked his two lovers: “So, are you only good at talking…?”
In a moment, both men were on him, kissing him on the mouth, on the neck, on the torso. Kale writhed with pleasure, and gave deep passionate kisses to one, and then the other, in turn, making their inner heat turn up several notches. He then sneaked from under them and made Beau lay on the bed, straddled him in a sixty-nine position and offered his ass to Beau’s ministrations, while he feasted on Beau’s cock.
Beau knew how to eat ass, and soon Kale was squirming for the pleasure and the desire; he raised his head from Beau’s cock and saw Barry looking at him with a weird expression, as if he didn’t know how to join the action. Kale looked straight at him, narrowing his eyes and moaning softly whenever Beau’s tongue gently forced open his tender hole, and murmured to Barry: “I want you to fill me, to stretch me like only you can… Kiss me, stud…!”
Barry flashed a randy grin and ground his lips on Kale’s in the most ferocious, beastly kiss he was capable of. While munching on Barry’s mouth, Kale kept stroking Beau’s cock, and suddenly he remembered Aunt Yvette’s hot tale about the Italian and the Spanish studs she once met [1].
Slowly, Kale lowered his head, and Barry followed him, still kissing him passionately, and when their faces were at an inch from Beau’s cock, Kale put a hand behind Barry’s head and recoiled a bit, holding Beau’s stiff cock pointed to Barry’s mouth.
Barry stiffened and shot a nervous look at Kale, and Kale held his gaze, putting in his glance all the fiery passion he was feeling in that moment; he added some pressure on Barry’s head, but he resisted, so Kale pushed a bit harder, looking deep into Barry’s eyes, and at last the brawny stud gave up, won by the enticing visions inspired by Kale’s promising eyes. Slowly, with some hesitation, Barry let Kale push his head over Beau’s cock, and engulfed it into his mouth.
The boundary had been crossed. Barry was anything but a cock sucker, he rarely did it, and never with another dominant man, but this time he let Kale guide his mouth, with gentle firmness, on Beau’s manhood, up and down, over and over, faster, deeper…
“Oh fuck…” – Beau murmured, unable to see anything but Kale’s butt splayed in front of his face – “if you go on this way I’m going to shoot… Slow down… Please, I can’t hold it anymore… Please… Awww… FFFUUCKKK!!”
Beau’s muscles stiffened, at the climax of the pleasure, and quickly Kale moved away. “Barry! Oh, shit!!” – Beau said in a chocked scream, surprised to find out that was Barry’s, and not Kale’s, the mouth that in a moment he would’ve flooded with his manly seed. Beau knew well Barry and his old-fashion idea of male superiority, and didn’t want to humiliate him cumming into his mouth, but it was too late: “Buddy… Fuck, I can’t hold… NNNGGHH!!!”
Beau’s climax exploded, and out of pure instinct Beau placed his hands on Barry’s head and kept it still, while his hips bucked up and down, pushing his stiff spurting rod even deeper into Barry’s throat.
Gurgling and chocking, Barry couldn’t do anything but gulping down the creamy juice, until the powerful shots stopped and Beau withdrew his hands. The brawny worker raised his face streaked with sperm from Beau’s groin, rose menacingly on his knees and watched Beau with eyes flashing like fiery lasers.
~ The Knight’s move ~
“You know you can’t get away with it, don’t you…” – Barry growled in a low, menacing tone; Beau swallowed nervously and silently nodded: he owed Barry, and he owed him a big one! With a mix of desire and fear, Beau hooked his hands behind his own knees and raised his legs, offering his manly hole to the sexy worker. “Don’t… Don’t hurt me…” – Beau murmured, a little scared by the fire burning into Barry’s eyes. Barry spat on his cock, took position between Beau’s legs and replied with a smirk: “I will hurt you as much as I want, man… and you will enjoy every moment of that…”
Barry’s hips sprang forward, and Beau gasped loud, feeling his nether portal suddenly stretched to the max. But before the discomfort could actually turn into a searing pain, Barry stopped, waited for a moment for Beau’s ass to get used to his girth, and started again pushing gently, until he was fully buried into Beau’s depths.
Beau didn’t say anything, he kept heaving soundly, while the thick piston rhythmically invaded his insides and receded, leaving him craving for more. Barry was a master in his art, and maneuvered his cock in ways that forced Beau to choke his squeals of pleasure, lest to sound like a virgin boy fucked for the first time.
But while Beau, a bit earlier, had tried his best not to humiliate Barry, Barry apparently wasn’t inclined to return the favor, and started pumping into Beau’s ass with increasing vigor, hitting his inner joy button with a barrage of perfectly aimed shots.
“Yeah, stud…” – Barry said with coarse voice, shooting a triumphant glance – “You can try and hold back as much as you want, but I’ll make you cum… You can’t resist to me, uh? This slab of prime beef can do wonders… I will make you cum… You will cum without even touching yourself… Submit to my superior manliness!”
“Nnnngghh…” – Beau moaned, almost won by Barry’s mastery and his sex talk, but desperately trying to hold back: until a moment before, he would’ve gladly cum like a hose with Barry, but no way Barry would’ve made him submit!
As a last resort, Beau started clenching rhythmically his ass muscles, giving to Barry an additional stimulation that he definitely didn’t expect and abruptly pushed him over the edge. “Motherfucker…! OOOHHH FUUUCK!!!”
Barry threw his head back and howled for the sudden pleasure that exploded in his groin. His hips went on stomping on Beau’s ass for a short while, and then slowed down until they came to a complete stop. Barry lowered his head and closed his eyes, catching his breath, and almost screamed for the surprise when Beau, unexpectedly, rose from the bed and with a quick wrestling move shoved him face down on the mattress, immobilizing him.
“Don’t you dare!” – Barry threatened when he felt Beau’s rock-hard pole pressing on his back door, ready to break in; but the only reply he got was feeling Beau’s cock press even harder on his clenched hole.
Beau was about to spear Barry’s ass, but faltered: while he wanted to make clear that he was not inclined to submit to any man, much less Barry, he didn’t want to force him to submit, either. He loved Barry too much to do that to him. He stood there, pressing the engorged head of his cock on Barry’s tight hole, until Barry murmured, talking into the mattress: “What are you waiting for, stud? Give it to me… Make love to me, man…”
Barry’s ass relaxed, and Beau’s stiff pole intruded into the tight passage almost effortlessly. Beau started fucking Barry with long confident thrusts, searching for the most sensitive spots inside him and titillating them in the most sensual way. The harsh fuck he just received had put a great pressure into Beau’s groin, and despite his recent orgasm, he knew he couldn’t last long.
Beau pulled out for a moment and recoiled: “Please, turn around, Barry …” – he said softly – “I want to see your face while I make love to you…”
Barry complied with a tender smile that rarely had found place on his face; he lay on his back and offered his ass to his buddy, his lover, the man who refused to submit to him out of love and mutual respect, not out of pride. Beau eased again his cock into Barry’s warm depths, and it took just few thrusts until he stiffened for a second time that night and pumped his manly seed deep into Barry’s chute.
When the orgasm subsided, Beau looked down at Barry and, without a word, pressed hard his lips against his lover’s in a grinding, passionate kiss that seemed not to ever end.
«Checkmate…» – Kale smiled inwardly, silently opening Laniakea’s door and closing it behind himself. Since the beginning, when he realized there was a sort of competition between Barry and Beau, he decided he had to do something to make them accept their mutual love and attraction. And while he didn’t get any sexual satisfaction, that night, he felt great, while closing the door and looking one last time at Beau and Barry rolling on the bed, kissing like there was no tomorrow.
“Kale!” – Laniakea whispered in the dark – “I thought you were… busy, tonight.”
“Plans have changed” – Kale replied, sneaking under Laniakea’s bedsheets – “and here I am, with a straining erection and my hole all wet and loosened: can you do something about that?”
“I’ll figure something out…” – Laniakea said with confidence, taking Kale into his arms.
~ A new dawn ~
The next morning, Barry woke up into Beau’s arms. He squirmed, uneasy, and moved to disengage from the tender embrace, but Beau opened his eyes and shot him a hurt glance: “Don’t go away like this… You seem to regret what happened last night…”
“Regret? No, buddy… Fuck, no, don’t even think that!” – Barry replied, a little embarrassed – “Last night was… intense. And intense stuff makes me feel a bit uneasy, that’s all…”
“Feel like you’re sailing through uncharted waters?”
“Yeah, but I’m no good with fancy expressions like that…”
“Let’s try something simpler…” – Beau said seriously, looking straight at Barry – “I… I love you.”
Barry opened his mouth but no sound came out of it. He took a couple rugged breaths and then replied “Ditto”. He tried again to go away, but Beau held him: “Say it. Please, I need to hear it. I know it’s hard: Kale had to wait years until I confessed to him and to myself that I was in love with him. But this time I wanted you to know, I wanted to tell you what I feel deep inside, hard as it is for me, and now I need to know that I’m not making a complete fool of myself…”
Barry glanced at Beau with loving, reassuring eyes and gave him a tender kiss: something that Beau had never seen from him. When Barry recoiled, he asked in a mellow tone: “Is this clear enough as an answer to your question?”
“No” – Beau insisted, and his voice had an almost pleading streak – “Say it, Barry… Please…”
Barry grunted: “Fuck… I… I love you man. I don’t even know why, but I do. Are you happy now? Now that you made me sound like a teenage girl cooing with his first boyfriend?”
“A teenage girl?” – Beau replied stifling a smile – “You don’t fool me, you’re too hairy to be a teenage girl!”
“Fuck you, man!” – Barry’s laughter boomed in the room – “Sooner or later I’ll take your witty comments and shove them deep into your ass!”
Beau chuckled, happy to see Barry back to his usual confident and over-the-top self. He sighed, contented: “I’m so glad we talked straight, Barry. Now you know what I feel for you, you know I lust for you and love you. So… you can stop strutting your stuff in front of me, showing off your huge package and walking like a lumberjack coming down from the mountain…”
Barry didn’t deny and laughed out loud: “Fuck, you can’t know how uncomfortable are those tight jeans! But you, too, can now stop running on the treadmill wearing that lycra singlet that when wet becomes almost transparent!”
It was Beau’s turn to burst into laughter, caught red-handed: “I’m relieved! Damn, it was like running wearing a plastic bag! You had the opposite problem, if I remember well, with those gym shorts so loose that your junk fell out of it most of the time…!”
“Ha ha ha! D’you think it’s easy to squat properly with your cock getting in the way all the time? You were much classier, I’ll give you that, coming downstairs for breakfast with your fancy pajama trousers that casually opened on the front at each step!”
Woken up by the loud voices, Kale opened the door and looked at Beau and Barry with sleepy eyes: “I see you’re both in an excellent mood! Good! Apparently, the machoist competition between you had finally been settled…”
“You… You planned it!” – Beau exclaimed, now understanding why the ‘party’ began with three guests and ended with two – “You invited us here on purpose!”
“You tricked us!” – Barry echoed, a bit pissed off, but deep inside happy for how things had turned out – “You and your fancy books full of big words! Well, I have something even bigger for you!”
Barry got off the bed sporting a huge morning wood and grabbed Kale by his arm: “Hey, buddy, I say that this son of a bitch needs to be taught a lesson!”
“A hard one!” – Beau replied, leaping on his feet, making his stiff cock bounce up and down – “A very hard one!”
They roughly pushed Kale down the bed, laughing out loud, and quickly the loud laughter were replaced by equally loud moans and gasps of exquisite pleasure.
~ Hot gym training ~
At the Cove, life flowed smoothly: the big wooden house overlooking the ocean was again a place of love and mutual support, and Kale couldn’t be happier. If anything, the hard time they all had to face had created a stronger bond between the men, who now enjoyed even more doing things together and spending time in the common rooms.
Kale noticed that Beau looked pensive, whenever Barry was around, but in a positive way: it seemed that Beau, too, just like Rick and many others, had realized that he’d taken Barry for granted, so far; and now that he was back, boys and men enjoyed his company even more than before.
One day, Kale went to the in-house gym to make some light exercise: he didn’t want to build up muscle mass, but he needed to regularly train, to burn the extra calories of the delicious meals prepared by Rick and Laniakea.
Working as a school counselor, Kale usually came back home earlier than the other men, and was used not to see anyone while training in the gym. But that day, for whatever reason, when he entered the gym there was Jorell on the weight bench, lifting some quite impressive weights.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were using the gym…” – Kale politely said entering the door – “If you want, I can come back later…”
Jorell smiled wide: “Why should you? It’s a pleasure to train with someone. If you need the bench, I’m almost done.”
“Take your time, I’m going to jog on the treadmill.”
While jogging, Kale looked at Jorell through the high mirrors, and couldn’t help but admire his muscular body straining for the effort and his black skin glistening with sweat. At each push, Jorell’s pecs and biceps bulged out, and while the physical effort must’ve been hard to endure, Jorell kept his face relaxed, with a deeply concentrated expression that looked extremely sexy to Kale.
When Jorell placed the barbell back on its hooks, Kale quickly averted his gaze, realizing that he’s been staring at him for almost the entire weight-lifting session. Jorell rose from the bench and smiled friendly at Kale: “I’m done for today. I’m drenched with sweat, can’t wait to shower.”
“So do I!” – Kale hastened to say, turning off the treadmill. Jorell seemed surprised: “So early? You’ve run no more than ten minutes…”
“Oh… Well, I feel tired, I’m sure a fresh shower will do wonders”.
They went to the locker room, and started undressing. When Jorell pulled down his loose knee-long shorts, Kale couldn’t help but notice that underneath he was wearing a jockstrap that barely contained his massive junk; it actually couldn’t contain it all, and one plump ball was hanging off the frontal pouch.
“Maybe those are not your size…” – Kale said with the most casual tone he was capable of, though inside he felt a burning desire for Jorell’s muscular body and for that black beast peeking out of the white jockstrap.
Jorell giggled, a bit embarrassed: “Do you think it’s easy to find something my size? If I take something bigger, the elastic bands fit too loosely, and if I take something that fits tighter… here is the result! You’re lucky not to have such problems…”
“R.. Right… I guess…” – Kale stuttered, uncertain. He shut his mouth before his actual thought could be voiced: «I don’t want to have a cock like yours, I want… yours!»
They moved to the showers, and Kale had to put a constant effort to tear his gaze off of Jorell’s 13-inch shlong swaying around and bouncing on the man’s thighs. Suddenly Kale blushed, realizing that his own cock was reacting to the ebony vision showering beside him and was growing stiffer.
«Fuck, I can’t get hard now!» – Kale thought, rushing to set the water to a cold temperature. Luckily, Jorell was now giving him his back. At some point, without turning around, Jorell asked: “Do you remember the bachelor party Barry set up for you?”
“How can I forget?” – Kale chuckled, and Jorell turned to look at Kale, pointing his chin to Kale’s half-hard cock: “That night I told you that my door was always open for you. I was not joking, and the offer is still valid…”
Kale’s dick had a clearly visible twitch that answered on his behalf, but his mouth said: “I… I don’t know… I don’t think…”
“Come on!” – Jorell laughed – “This is me, Old Joe, I’m a broken black gardener, no need to play polite acts with me!”
Jorell’s laughter was infectious and put Kale at ease. “OK then” – Kale said, closing the tap and looking straight at Jorell’s eyes – “But I want to make clear one important thing: true, your cock is a wonder of nature, but what attracts me is you, not your cock. Well, not just your cock, to be completely honest…”
“This is the most touching thing that anyone ever told me” – Jorell said with a warm smile – “My cock is my bliss and my damnation…”
He moved to close the tap, but Kale stepped under the water flow and pressed his body against Jorell’s: “Wait… Keep it open. I love the water dribbling down your beautiful dark skin…” – he murmured, placing a hand on Jorell’s cheek and looking into his eyes – “You’re so handsome… so manly…”
~ To the limit and beyond ~
“If you wanted to seduce me, you succeeded in full…” – Jorell replied, and Kale could clearly feel his mighty club thickening and stiffening against their thighs. Slowly, Kale fell on his knees and took the long snake with both hands. “It’s a beauty…” – he murmured, and closed his lips against the fat cock head.
Kale definitely knew how to suck a cock, he’d made an art of worshipping and servicing a man’s virility, and yet he could swallow barely half of it before chocking hard. “Take it easy, man…” – Jorell hastened to say – “You don’t have to prove anything to me, nor to yourself”. He was true, of course, but Kale wanted to test his limits, and possibly overcome them, so moved his knees backwards and leaned on Jorell’s crotch, straightening his throat to ease the penetration.
Another inch disappeared into Kale’s mouth, and then another one; his eyes welled with tears and he fought hard the gagging reflex, but didn’t give up. He grabbed Jorell’s balls and with one last powerful thrust he gulped down the entire beast, all 13 inches of it, and buried his nose into the man’s wet pubes.
The warm water fell on them, and Kale enjoyed it for few moments, to then slowly recoil: now that he’d satisfied his own pride, it was time to satisfy his man…
He pulled out the mighty club from his mouth and started massaging it with both hands, concentrating on the dark red head. Alternating his hands and his mouth, Kale gave an excruciating massage to Jorell’s manhood, eliciting growing moans from the man.
“Buddy… Wait…” – Jorell suddenly said, with urgency – “Stop it, or you will make me shoot… and I don’t want yet. There’s much more I want to give you…”
Kale looked up and smiled, while getting back on his feet. He steadied himself on Jorell’s massive shoulders and raised one leg; with the other hand he took the hard throbbing cock and pointed it to his own hole, feeling it quivering with anticipation.
“No, wait, Kale” – Jorell said, and extended a hand to take a small tube of lube from the pocket of his jeans, hung just out of the shower.
“You’re already wet, there’s no need…” – Kale began, but Jorell shook his head: “No, man, believe me, you will need it. Plenty of it…”
He thoroughly greased his massive tool, using up almost the entire tube, spreading the lube not only on the tip, but on the entire shaft, to the pubes. “Lock your arms around my neck…” – he said when done.
“Are you going to carry me? I’m not a twig…” – Kale objected, a bit anxious because he wouldn’t have any control on the penetration. Jorell guessed his inner fear and said with a warm voice: “I could never hurt you…”
Kale grabbed Jorell’s neck and the man held his bottom on his strong arms, raising him high; with one hand he pointed his cock to Kale’s hole and gently pushed the mushroom head inside. The cock was too long: he had to use his hand to penetrate Kale, and kept using it until half of the long snake was deeply nested inside Kale. «So far, so good…» – Kale thought, already feeling stuffed like a turkey.
“You’re ready?” – he asked, and Kale replied a bit tense: “I guess…”
The muscular arms started lowering Kale onto the stiff pole, slowly, and Kale soon felt the big head pressing on inner portals he didn’t even know to have inside him. A sharp pang of pain flashed deep inside him and he gasped, suddenly sure that he couldn’t take it all, no matter what.: “Wait… Wait!! No, buddy, I can’t take it… It’s too much even for me…”
Jorell stopped, but didn’t pull out. He gazed intensely into Kale’s eyes and waited for him to get used to the ginormous intruder. “I’m not going all the way, but you can take a couple inches more, no?”
“OK, but take it easy…”. The long snake started crawling again into Kale’s depths, while Jorell checked attentively Kale, and the two inches became three, and then four. “You’re almost done… Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck is it going to ever end? It’s a mile long!” – Kale tried to joke, trying hard to relax and take the exquisite impalement – “Do it, Jorell… Give me it all… AAAGH!!”
Kale screamed when Jorell’s girth stretched his insides in places never reached by anyone… or anything, including the many dildos that Kale had shoved up his ass during his bondage games. The feeling was unbelievable: it seemed like he was sitting on a baseball bat, but the bat was hot and flexible, and pulsed inside him like something alive.
“OK” – Kale finally panted after a short while – “Thanks, buddy, I’m ready now, get your prize and fuck me, stud…”
Jorell’s powerful arms set in motion, lifting Kale easily and making him gently fall back down, and then again and again. Kale felt like two cocks were fucking him at the same time: one stretching his hole and battering his prostate, and one doing… something extremely sexy deep inside him, discovering unexplored places into his moist depths.
Kale felt dizzy and held tight to Jorell’s neck, pressing his cheek against his: “You can’t imagine how it feels… Oh god… Go faster…! Faster, buddy…! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! You’re driving me crazy…!”
Jorell didn’t have to be told twice and sped up the up-and-down movement, raising Kale higher each time and then letting him fall on the stiff cock. Soon Kale started trembling, and Jorell asked, alarmed: “You OK?”
“More than OK, man…! Fuck, I can’t hold it any more… Fuck me… Fuck MEEEE!!!”
Thick shots of white cream streaked Jorell’s black torso, while Kale, delirious, threw back his head and moaned loud. Jorell uttered a low grunt and pulled Kale against him, holding him tight, firmly impaled on his black beast, that throbbed hard and started pulsing obscenely inside Kale’s ass. Shot after powerful shot, he planted his manly seed into Kale’s innermost recesses, filling him to the brim.
They stood motionless for several seconds, enjoying the warm water cascading on them, until the spasms of pleasure trailed off. Then Jorell raised his head and murmured: “Sorry man, but I have to do it…”. Kale didn’t understand, at first, but then gasped loud when Jorell lifted him until the thirteen inches of hot meat flopped out of his oversensitive ass, sending shivers along Kale’s spine.
“Fuck, even pulling out is something out of the ordinary…” – Kale murmured, placing his unsteady feet back to the floor. Jorell flashed a shy grin: “I’m afraid there’s nothing ordinary about my cock…”
Kale got closer, until their faces were at an inch apart: “There’s nothing ordinary about you, my wonderful man…” – he said softly, and placed a kiss on his lips. Jorell smiled tenderly, but soon was hit by a sudden thought and asked, uncertain: “Say, what we’ve done won’t cause any fuss with Beau or Barry, right? Because the last thing I want is more drama here. I’ve had enough for a decade…”
“Don’t tell me…” – Kale giggled – “As for my hot-headed studs, don’t worry. A wise old lady recently said I’m an excellent juggler…”
That evening, at dinner, Rick turned to Beau and said: “Sir, a reporter came here today, asking to see you, but I didn’t let him in. He was very insistent.”
“Thank you, Hendrick, you did well to ward him off” – Beau replied kindly, and then looked around the table with an inscrutable expression: “The press is obviously after me to get some juicy gossip, so better give them… Tomorrow evening, at 7pm, I suggest you to tune in on Channel 8. The news may be very interesting…”
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[1] Aunt Yvette, using her seductive arts, once managed to make a straight Italian stallion suck his Spanish friend’s cock and have both of them enjoy it: see Chapter 33, ‘Under Yvette’s spell’