Rowan's Journey to Manhood

In the previous chapters…

Rowan, a pale guy with many sexual inhibitions due to the abuse he suffered in the past, embarks in a long journey to a mature sexuality, helped by the men and boys living in a big house named “The Cove”. Charlie, a 19 y.o. playful boy, teaches him the joyful side of sex. Barry, an oversexed worker who looks alike Rowan’s abusive stepfather, scares him. Kale, a Hawaiian school counselor, shows him the tender, healing power of love. Beau, the blond leader of the Cove, experiments Rowan’s ‘power’ to block a man’s ejaculation until he begs to cum. Hendrick, the house young cook, lets Rowan discover how sweet and pleasurable can be anal sex when, after many years, the guy yields his ass to the redheaded boy. The wise Native American Wahkan teaches to Rowan how to trust another man and senses that the guy holds a great power in him. Rowan seems to come from another century, and reveals to his friends that his only school had been the old movies showed at Paul’s cinema. He then discovers the pleasure of submission during a hot bondage session with Kale. Rick explains that the Cove is a sort of shelter for all the men and the boys, including Beau. The day after, Beau reveals to Rowan the tragedy he hides in his heart and talks about the young stableman Jordan, his first love, who took his life after being raped by Joe, the black gardener, as per Beau’s father order. One night Beau, masterfully mixing love and dominance, helps Rowan overcome his greatest fears: surrendering to an older man and staying indoors after sunset. Kale’s jealousy explodes. In a restless night, the Hawaiian remembers the French Riviera and Paris, where Beau made him embrace his true nature; then, embittered, he harshly confronts Rowan, who runs away from the Cove. In a last, risky attempt to save their love, Beau flies with Kale to Scotland, to Applecross House; there, they find a way to rekindle their love, helped by Brennan, a young valet that inspires such a deep affection to Beau that he takes him as his boy. Back at the Cove, Brennan lets the boys fuck him roughly, and this makes Beau’s anger explode. The Cove is shaken to its roots, to the point that its very existence is put at a stake, but in the end Beau understands his mistake and undergoes his penance, restoring the peace in the Cove. Rowan is offered the unexpected chance to take revenge on his hatred stepfather by giving a furious fuck to Barry, but his satisfaction is short-lived, as he's involved in a terrible accident...

Synopsys

While Rowan fights his battle in a hospital bed, Charlie and Barry work like crazy to clean and fix Rowan’s basement, transforming it into a cozy and beautiful room. Alex is moved by Charlie’s affection for Rowan, and when he offers a special “reward” to his boy, he’s surprised to discover an unprecedented wild side of his sexuality. Finally, Rowan goes back home, but he’s unable to talk. Everyone gets emotional when the guy arrives and looks at his new room, but the most moved is Barry. Kale expresses his deep appreciation for Barry’s big heart (and cock) performing a very special Luau dance for him.

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• Cast of Characters with SFW images
• The Cove – Floor Plan
• Book 01 (Chapters 1-10) with bookmarks and PictureBook01 with NSFW images
• Book 02 (Chapter 11-20) with bookmarks and PictureBook02 with NSFW images
• Book 03 (Chapter 21-30) with bookmarks and PictureBook03 with NSFW images
• Book 04 (Chapter 31-34) with bookmarks and PictureBook04 with NSFW images

 ≈ SPEECHLESS ≈ 

~ Hospital ~

Barry couldn’t take his eyes off of Rowan’s face. He looked so beautiful, even with the white bandage on his forehead. His expression was serene and his mouth was distended in a hint of smile… but still he was lying in a hospital bed, unconscious.

The rugged worker just couldn’t forgive himself for not having repaired the old water pump when Rick had first alerted him about its malfunction. And then the faulty pump had exploded, and a heavy fragment of pipe had hit Rowan on his head, causing him a small cerebral hemorrhage. Hoping to avoid complications, the doctors had decided to keep him sedated for the night.

When Alex had gone away to relate the news to the other men, Barry had remained alone with Rowan and asked to talk with the doctor.

“We can’t assess the situation right now” – the doctor said – “Tomorrow morning we’ll try to wake him up and we’ll see if there have been damages to his neural system. He may wake up with just a strong headache, but we can’t exclude problems affecting motor co-ordination or his speaking ability”.

Barry was aghast: “You mean he may be paralyzed? Or unable to talk?”.  “I’m sorry, I can’t be more specific, at the moment” – the doctor concluded, heading to the door – “Tomorrow morning we’ll know”.

Barry sat back on the chair next to the bed and looked again at Rowan with a deep anguish gripping on his heart. “He may not be able to walk or talk again, and it’s all my fault!”.  Rowan was lying on his back, with his arms along the body, and Barry held his hand into his. “Hang on, kid… I mean, Rowan!” – he said in a low voice.

The clock on the wall went on ticking, minute by long minute and hour by long hour, and Barry still held Rowan’s hand. The nurse had come, earlier, to warn that the visiting hours were over, but he just grunted and didn’t move from his chair, nor left the guy’s hand.

He had promised to Alex that he’d been back home for dinner, but not for a single moment he thought to leave Rowan alone. “You’ll be fine… Everything will be fine…” – he kept repeating to the guy, and above all to himself.

Looking at the guy lying on the bed, Barry, at one point of the endless night, thought that Rowan was a mystery for him… After all, since he had come to live at the Cove, they have talked only few times, and there was always a palpable tension between them. Rowan hated him for looking so much like his stepfather, and his distant attitude always got on Barry’s nerves.

And yet, that guy somehow moved something deep inside Barry. It was not compassion for his terrible past, nor sense of guilt for not fixing the old pump that injured Rowan. What moved Barry was… Rowan himself.

The bulky worker kept staring at the guy’s beautiful face distended in the drug-induced sleep, at his raven black hair scattered on the pillow, at his chiseled torso slowly moving up and down, at the carefully manicured hand he had been holding for hours. So far, Barry had no chance to look at him so attentively, because the guy always fled as fast as he could every time Barry tried to talk to him.

«Except once», Barry thought: last morning, Rowan had come to his room, where he was lying on the bed tied and immobilized, and took revenge on his stepfather fucking Barry senselessly [1]. And Barry had accepted it, he had accepted to suffer a physical pain and a psychological debasement only to let the guy overcome one of the demons most deeply rooted in his soul.

«Why the fuck did I let him do that?» – Barry though, angry with himself, thinking back at Rowan’s cock spearing his ass with evil, desperate violence, while shouting at him all his hate and anger. But Barry knew the answer to his own question… The answer was in the guy’s eyes, when he let Barry gaze into his soul and the bound worker felt scared and charmed at the same time by what he could see: the depth, the complexity, the contradictions of Rowan’s soul were, to Barry’s eyes, a frightening and wondrous sight.

And that wondrous guy was now lying unconscious on a hospital bed… Memories of Rowan crossing with elegance a room, or talking in that peculiar flowery language of his crossed Barry’s mind, making him wince for the fear of having deprived the guy of either of those charming features.

“You’ll be fine… Everything will be fine…” – Barry whispered once again, and then again and again, like a mantra, lost in a turmoil of sentiments, fears and hopes that his simple mind had just no way to deal with.

~ Battlefield ~

The moon crawled its way to the sky and then set below the horizon, and in Room 302, at the St. James Hospital, nothing moved. But at the same time, in the middle of the night, another room was a hive of activity.

At the Cove, the basement looked like a battlefield. The old pump had exploded, throwing metal fragments all around, and the water coming from the main pipe had flooded the entire room. The walls and the ceiling had been stained by splashes of rusty water, the empty wooden crates stored in the room were damaged and Rowan’s bed was soaked, as well as his clothes.

After being informed by Alex about Rowan’s conditions, Kale had suggested everyone to go to bed, as nothing could be done until the next morning. But Charlie was not sleeping: he had silently sneaked out of his suite to go downstairs, and he was now looking with desolated eyes the mess that Rowan’s room had become.

“He’ll surely be back tomorrow morning” – Charlie thought, too worried to even think to any other possibility – “And he can’t find his room devastated like this!”. The boy rolled up his sleeves and started working. The watch on his wrist kept ticking, minute by long minute and hour by long hour, and Charlie never stopped: he picked up all the metal fragments scattered around, moved all the furniture outside and fought a long, fatiguing battle against the water flooding the floor.

It would have taken a four-man team to do that job, but Charlie did it all by himself. He worked all night long, tirelessly, irrationally afraid that if he would have stopped, Rowan might be forced to stay at the hospital. “He’ll be back in the morning!” – he kept repeating to himself, and went on working, cleaning, drying and tidying up with renewed energy.

When the first rays of the rising sun entered the small window and the open door, Charlie was too exhausted to go on. He looked around the room: it didn’t look any more like a war zone, but it was depressingly empty, and the walls and the ceiling were still stained with brown streaks. He could push out of the door most of the water, but the floor was still wet and dirty. «I didn’t make it…! Rowan can’t come back!» – he thought, desperate, as if Rowan’s health really depended on his cleaning up his room.

He sat in the middle of the room, on the wet floor, held his knees with his arms and bowed his head, totally exhausted. His shoulders shuddered and he started sobbing, overwhelmed by the fear that he had tried to keep away all night long by working frantically: the fear that, regardless of the conditions of the room, Rowan could not go back to being the wonderful guy he was.

He cried and cried, thinking back to Rowan lying unconscious on the floor, covered in blood. «He won’t be back…! He won’t be back!» – he though again and again, desperate, until he felt two strong arms hugging him from behind and heard the warm, loving voice of his master Alex whispering in his ear: “He’ll soon be back, don’t worry, kid”.

He stood up and turned around, and there was his beloved master, smiling at him with affection. He was stripped to his underwear, because when he had woken up, at dawn, and had not found his boy next to him, he’d just rushed downstairs without even bothering to get dressed.

Charlie looked up at Alex’ comforting eyes and threw himself into his arms, giving way to his pent-up anguish. “He’ll soon be back” – Alex repeated – “and when he does, he’ll be so grateful to you for what you have done! You’re such a brave and strong young man, Charlie! I love you so much!”

As always, Alex knew how to soothe his boy’s pain, and soon Charlie’s sobs trailed off. “Come, kid…” – the man said, picking bodily the exhausted boy in his strong arms, and then he carried him upstairs and put him down on his bed.

~ The best anti-stress ~

Alex gently stripped his boy naked and covered him with the bed sheets. “You should take some sleep, kid. I’ll wake you up as soon as I know something about Rowan, don’t worry”. But Charlie was too shook up to sleep: “But, sir, what if Rowan comes back and his room is still a mess? Because he will come back, won’t he? He will wake up and come back home, right, sir?”

Alex lay on the bed next to his boy and said: “Rowan is lucky to have a caring friend such as you. And I’m lucky too, to have such a wonderful boy…” – and then he lowered his mouth on Charlie’s and gave him a passionate kiss. His tongue sneaked with sweet insistence into the boy’s mouth and explored thoroughly the moist cavity, while his hand caressed the young, almost hairless torso.

Despite having worked all night long, Charlie soon responded with youthful vigor to the man’s tender ministrations and his dick roared up. Alex, too, felt horny and quickly tore his underwear away. His big hands roamed the young lithe body, caressing and titillating all of Charlie’s sensitive spots, that his master knew very well.

Alex wanted to soothe his boy’s tension making tender love to him, but was surprised to see him becoming restless under his caring hands. Charlie seemed to want more, much more, but didn’t dare to ask. The man intensified the grip on the boy’s nipples, pinching and twisting them harshly, and instantly the boy gasped with pleasure and exclaimed: “Yes, sir! Let me feel it…! Aaahh… I’m yours… totally yours…”

“Then I should take ownership of what’s mine…!” – Alex growled, faking a dominant tone – “Face down and ass up!”.  The boy turned around and lay on the bed face down, and then bent his legs and kept them widely spread, so to offer his ass to his master in the most vulnerable position.

“That’s my boy…” – Alex said, kneeling behind him, and then spat on his hand and wetted his cock. He pressed his rod on the boy’s tender hole, placed his big hands on his hips and growled: “Here it comes, kid!”, and penetrated him with one long, steady thrust, until his entire meat was buried deep inside the quivering hole.

When he started pumping his cock in and out, Charlie braced himself on the mattress and pushed back, to intensify the penetration: he wanted it, and wanted it hard! And Alex was more than happy to provide his boy with all the meat he wanted, and more. He paced up his thrusts, pounding the young bubble butt harder and harder, and when he felt Charlie squirm under his onslaught, he asked: “Whose ass it this, kid?” “It’s yours, sir! Aahh… All of it, sir!”

“Then give me it all!” – the man roared, and grabbed the boy’s arms, straightening them backwards, along the torso pressed on the mattress. Then he took the boy’s wrists and leaned backwards, holding the boy by his arms like they were bridles. The tension forced Charlie to arch his back, raising his shoulders and pressing his ass against Alex’ pistoning cock even more.

At each powerful thrust of his hips, Alex pulled hard on the boy’s arms, slamming his rock-hard cock into the deepest recesses of the young body. “Ooohhh… sir… AH! Yes, sir...!” – Charlie moaned, feeling totally owned by his powerful, strong, dominant master. “Deeper, sir! Oww… Thank you, sir!”

Alex, now crazy with desire, gladly obliged, and his hot rod drilled deep the eager ass like a jackhammer. “I own your ass, kid!” – Alex growled, on the verge of losing his load – “I’m going to fill your ass with my jizz! And when I do, I want you to cum, because you’re mine! Aahh...! Here it comes!”

Charlie felt like drowning under his master’s overwhelming power and replied: “Yes sir! Please let me cum, sir… aaahh… Please sir, I can’t hold it… AAAGGHH!!”. As soon as the boy felt the warm moistness of his master’s juice flooding the fiery depths of his ass, his cock exploded in a body-shaking orgasm and a river of young semen pooled on the sheets between his legs.

The hefty cock pounding his ass didn’t stop until both Alex and Charlie hadn’t spurted the last drops of manly juice, and when they were finally spent, the man let go of the boy’s hands and saw him crushing exhausted on the bed. He was asleep in seconds, and a satisfied, serene smile spread on his face.

~ Awakening ~

The rising sun cast its pinkish rays over Rowan, still unconscious in his hospital bed. The night nurse entered the room, like she had done many times during the night, and once again she tried to convince Barry to take some rest. And once again all she got in response was a low grunt.

For the entire night the man had sat beside Rowan’s bed, holding his hand and looking in anguish at his bandaged forehead. «If he doesn’t wake up… If he can’t walk, I… I…» – he thought again, afraid to complete the sentence in his mind.

The nurse replaced the IV containing the sedative with one containing mere  physiological solution and said: “The sedative effect should vanish in about half an hour”. In the following minutes, Barry looked at the clock on the wall almost continuously, hoping to speed up its hands, but they seemed glued to the clock face.

After forty endless minutes he heard Rowan breathe more soundly and saw him faintly move his head. “Rowan… Rowan, wake up!” – he whispered, and the guy slowly opened his eyes. He frowned, unable to understand where he was, and then he turned to Barry… and his eyes widened with fear. He opened his mouth and tried to say something, but no sound came out.

Barry felt his heart sink. “Rowan, it’s me, Barry… I’m Barry!” – he said in a low voice full of sorrow, but the guy was still frowning. Defeated, Barry lowered his eyes and murmured: “Don’t worry, I’m going away, I just wanted… I wanted…”

Rowan seemed to drift again into an exhausted sleep. He tried again to speak, but he couldn’t say anything, turned his head away and closed his eyes. Barry rose from his chair, to go away, but felt Rowan’s grip tightening on his hand. The guy wearily turned to the man and looked at him, faintly shaking his head.

Barry’s heart skipped a beat, and wanted to say a lot of things, but he only managed to murmur: “OK”. And then, with wet eyes, he sat back down while Rowan fell asleep again.

After few minutes, Kale and Beau entered the lobby and asked for Rowan. A nurse got closer and said them: “I’ve just finished the night shift, I’ve suspended the sedation half an hour ago: Rowan should start awakening right now and the doctor should come visit him anytime soon. When you get there, please convince his father to take some rest, he’s been sitting beside the bed all night long, talking to him and holding his hand…”

Beau and Kale looked puzzled at each other: Barry had been there all night long? Talking lovingly to Rowan and holding his hand? And… “His father?“ – Kale asked, surprised, but Beau placed a hand on his arm to interrupt him: “Thank you very much, nurse” – he said, heading with Kale to the elevators.

~ Brain damage ~

They got to Room 302 and Beau was about to enter, when Kale stopped him. “Wait… Look!”. They peeked through the small glass in the door and saw Barry leaning over the sleeping guy, checking with great care the bandage on his forehead and holding tight his hand. “Now this is not something you see any day…” – Beau whispered, astonished. “I told you that Barry had a heart bigger than his cock” – Kale joked, but soon he got serious and looked at Barry with loving eyes – “But I was wrong: his heart is even bigger…”

He knocked on the door and entered, followed by Beau; Barry jumped up, embarrassed and stuttered: “Oh… Hey buddies… I was… I was just…” – but he couldn’t end the sentence, because Kale shut him up with a long, ardent kiss. They parted when they heard a friendly voice saying: “Ah! Love… love…!”. They turned with a little embarrassment to the man who had spoken, and realized that the doctor had arrived to check Rowan and was looking at them with sympathy.

“Hi, I’m Jade” – he said, shaking the two men’s hands. “I believe you are Rowan’s… parents? I can talk about his health status only with relatives, you know… And you” – he added, shaking Beau’s hand – must be his… uncle?” “More or less” – Beau replied with a thankful smile. “Now, let’s see how is our young patient” – the doctor said while two male nurses came in and started to wheel the bed outside – “He’ll be back in less than an hour”.

Rowan was actually back even earlier. Apparently, the nice doctor had given him a priority lane. Dr. Jade arrived soon after and said: “OK, I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that the cranial bleed has involved the language area, impairing Rowan’s ability to speak”.

Barry turned pale and the doctor hastened to say: “But the good news is that the condition is temporary, it will last a week or so. Apart from that, everything’s fine, Rowan can do whatever he wants, including physical exertion. Actually, some mild sport activity may help.”

Beau intervened: “But when will he be able to come back home?”.  “Very soon” – Dr. Jade explained –“We’ll keep him here for twenty-four hours, to let the effect of the sedative completely wear off and then, tomorrow morning, we’ll replace the bandage with a patch and we’ll send him home”.

Then Dr. Jade gave a not-so-subtle glance at Barry and handed him his business card: “Here is my personal number, call me for… every need”.  He waved goodbye to everyone and went away. “I can’t believe it!” – Kale joked with Beau, all of them now relieved that Rowan, after all, was in pretty good conditions – “He can win a man’s heart even after a sleepless night, eye sockets, tousled hair and all!”

They laughed, and when they turned to look at Rowan, he was smiling, too. But when his eyes met Barry’s, he tensed. The magic moment of mutual affection that had sparkled between them at dawn had apparently faded in the morning sun…

«Twenty-four hours…» – Barry thought, concentrating on an idea that had suddenly flashed in his mind – «It can be done...!».  He turned to Kale and Beau and said in one breath: “I have to go home. You will stay with Rowan, won’t you? I need your car keys, Kale”.

“Of course” – the counselor replied, handing the keys to his buddy – “You must be tired…”. As a reply, Barry grunted and rushed away. In few minutes, he was at the Cove. He left Kale’s car, took his truck and drove away making the tires squeal.

He was back in less than an hour, with the truck flatbed literally overflowing with boxes and sacks. He parked in the back lot, near the basement door and started unloading the truck. None of the men and the boys at home saw him coming back, and no one saw him during the entire day; and when Beau and Kale came back from the hospital, on foot, they just thought that Barry was in his room, making up for the lost sleep.

But Barry was not sleeping.

~ Rowan’s back ~

Early in the morning, Beau decided to go to the hospital using his own car, a huge Bentley Flying Spur: Rowan was coming back, and he wanted to drive him home in style! While starting the engine, he barely noticed the lorry parked in the back lot, and surely enough he didn’t spot Barry helping the delivery guy unloading the heavy goods.

At the hospital, while waiting for Rowan to get dressed, Beau (and apparently everyone else) received a message from Barry: “General call for the Cove. All men and boys report to the basement asap. Rowan will soon be back”.

Beau smiled reading the text and thought it was a good idea to give a warm surprise welcome to the guy; so, he didn’t say anything to Rowan. When he was ready, Beau drove him home and immediately went with him down to the basement.

The blond boss opened the door, thrilled in anticipation for the surprise Rowan was about to get, but he himself couldn’t believe to his eyes, when he entered the room.

The old water pump had been replaced with a new one and encased into a safety brick cover. The walls had been fully painted with a warm yellow hue, fading to a light pink on the East wall and to a flaming red to the West: the dawn and the sunset, and a glorious daylight in between.

The empty wooden crates and the small camping bed had been taken away. Under the small window there was a fancy king-size bed, freshly done with a new set of bed sheets, and two matching nightstands were located to its sides. A tall modern-style armoire completed the “night area” of the room.

On the opposite side, there was a small round dining table with four chairs and two loveseats in the corner, with a low coffee table in between. Even the old bulb light hanging from the ceiling had been replaced with a fancy ceiling lamp.

Rowan looked around wide-eyed, and even if he wasn’t temporarily impaired, he would’ve been speechless. All the men and the boys of the Cove were staring at him, silently rejoicing his surprise. “Wow…!” – Beau said eventually – “This room looks like… a miracle! How could you do this in such a  short time?”

“I cleaned up the mess” – Charlie said meekly, and Alex hastened to add, proud of his boy: “It took him an entire night of work!”.  Rowan tried to thank him, but he could mutter nothing more than an unintelligible blabber, and so he rushed to hug Charlie, expressing his gratitude with the universal body language.

“And I chose and placed the furniture” – Rick said, and Rowan rewarded him with a loving smile and a tender kiss on his lips. Brennan stepped forward and shyly said: “I took care of the bed and bathroom linen…”, and blushed when Rowan hugged him tight and placed a sound kiss on his cheek.

“But the man who really did the miracle was Barry” – Kale said, looking at Rowan. “Despite having spent a sleepless night beside your bed, he worked the whole following day and night to transform the utility room into… this!”

Rowan was aghast. Barry had done all of that for him! He had worked tirelessly, day and night, for him! He looked at the worker’s face, and again Barry’s features blurred and blended into his stepfather’s. He winced, but soldiered on; he walked closer to him, trembling, and took his hands, raised them and slowly turned them palms up. The guy looked for a moment at those strong hands that had worked so hard, fixing, building and painting; there were calluses and bruises on them, proof of the relentless exertion they had to endure.

And then he bent over and, almost with reverence, tenderly kissed both palms, one by one.

Barry let out a chocked sigh, taken aback by the unexpected sweet gesture and the wave of affection that suddenly swept his heart. But soon regained his usual attitude and said: “It’s been easy, don’t sweat it, kid… Oh! Sorry, kid… I mean…”. He was about to correct himself, knowing how much Rowan hated to be called ‘kid’, but Rowan raised his gaze, looked at Barry and nodded with an uncertain smile.

“It’s OK for me to call you… kid?” – Barry asked, tentatively, and Rowan nodded again. “Welcome to the club!” – Alex exclaimed, being so far the only man of the Cove allowed to call Rowan ‘kid’ [2].

Without thinking twice, Barry stepped forward, to hug Rowan, but the guy immediately gasped and stepped back, in fear. For a moment, everyone in the room, including Rowan, expected Barry’s anger to explode, but he stood still for a moment and then sighed with resignation: he didn’t want to spoil that moment of joy.

“Well, I’m filthy, starved and exhausted! And horny!” – Barry exclaimed, jokingly (‘And when ever?’, someone said out of his sight, raising chuckles all around) – “Is there a way in this club I can shower, eat and sleep and fuck at the same time? I don’t know even where to start! Or better… I actually have a faint idea…” – he concluded massaging his own bulge.  A roaring laughter exploded in the room. “Don’t look at me!” “Not me, either!” all the men laughed, leaving the room one by one, bringing their reluctant boys with them.

But Kale stayed. He got closer to Barry, looking at him seductively. “I could help you with your many needs… Maybe I can cook you eggs and sausages...” – the counselor said in a low voice. “Ah!” – the worker exclaimed, grinning lustfully and pulling Kale by his arm – “I’m not the one who’s going to munch on a sausage!”. And off they were, leaving Rowan alone in his new, cozy room.

~ The Sultan and the Concubine ~

Barry pulled Kale upstairs, to his own room, and immediately started undressing, but the Hawaiian gently stopped him. “Wait… Let me do it for you…” – he said with a submissive tone, and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

Barry gladly put himself in the loving hands of the tanned counselor, letting him pull away his tank and run his hands over his hairy chest. Kale gently pushed Barry on the bed and took away his boots and his pants. He didn’t remove his briefs: instead, he leaned over the big bulge trapped inside and inhaled lustfully its manly scent, pressing his face and nose onto the hot meat.

When he felt the thick cock stirring inside the loose underwear, Kale recoiled and stepped back, and started stripping with slow movements, under Barry’s eyes. He knew what excited him the most, and took his time to flaunt his perfect ass in front of the yearning worker, whose cock, by now, was visibly throbbing under the thin fabric.

At long last, Kale was stripped naked and got closer to Barry, who pulled him roughly on the bed. He was about to pin the tanned man down, to give him one of his signature fucks, but again Kale stopped him, sneaking from under his massive body.

“You’re tired, you’ve worked so hard to make something wonderful” – he said, making him lie down on his back – “Now it’s time you leave everything to me. Let me love you, worship you like you deserve. You will be my Sultan, and I’ll be your concubine”.

Barry flashed a satisfied grin and lay down, offering his body to Kale’s tender ministrations. He loved when the Hawaiian was so submissive and, above all, loved to be worshipped. It wasn’t a matter of vanity, it was rather the pleasure of seeing another man reckon his superior manliness, without having to fight like a bull to state it.

Kale knelt over him, straddling his hips and started licking and lapping with his full tongue the washboard abs, concentrating his efforts on the belly button, and then moving up to the cleft between the pecs, paying the due tribute to the meaty nipples. Barry moaned softly and rose his arms, asking for more. Kale didn’t back out. He hungrily lapped the hairy armpits and moved on, kissing and biting the formidable biceps, the wide shoulders and the sides of the neck, darting his tongue on the underside of the man’s jaws.

Then he backed up, licking and kissing the powerful torso down to the pubes. He slowly removed the straining briefs, setting Barry’s manhood free, and then he gently parted Barry’s legs and plunged his face into the hefty, hairy balls, smelling the almost intoxicating masculine scent. His tongue danced on the ball sac, reaching deep behind it, to the perineum; Kale opened wider his mouth and sucked one big nut inside, rolled it on his tongue, and then moved to the other one.

The beefy worker was in heaven, but he clearly wanted more, much more! Kale let go the swollen gonads and circled with his tongue the hard shaft, working it up to the cock head. And then he went to gold, opening wide his mouth and taking the entire hard meat down his expert throat.

He couldn’t work the throbbing cock for long, because Barry moaned loud and started  thrashing around, on the verge of the climax. Kale suddenly recoiled and held tight the base of the throbbing cock, saying: “Not so fast, stud… You don’t want to miss the main course…”.

When Barry’s breath was back to normal, Kale scrambled up, pointed the hard wet cock to his anus and looked down at the hairy man. “How do you want it, my Sultan?” – he asked in total submission. “Hard, concubine!” – the man replied with a lascivious smirk, playing his role – “I want you to impale yourself on my cock and ride me hard. I know it will hurt, but you will do it nevertheless!”

With a silent nod, Kale recoiled and stood straight over the hard cock, and then abruptly relaxed his leg muscles and let himself fall hard over the hot rod, thick as a beer can. His face contorted for the pang of pain radiating from his ass, but he forced himself not to utter the faintest sound. Kale was an experienced bottom, but no man could ever take such a big cock all at once without feeling, at least for few moments, torn apart.

As ordered, Kale didn’t give himself a moment to rest and started riding the enormous cock in earnest, raising his hips high and then impaling himself again and again. “Lean over” – Barry growled – “and offer your nipples, for me to torture them”. Without hesitation, Kale complied, still pumping mercilessly the big cock in and out his sore ass.

Barry’s hands reached for the tender tits, and Kale held his breath, waiting for the searing pain, but the man’s fingers rolled gently the tender flesh, sending shivers of pleasure down the Hawaiian’s spine.

“You can slow down” – Barry said with a loving smile – “I want you to enjoy it as much as I do. Make love to me, man…”. Kale flashed a seductive smile, recoiled and lowered his ass to the man’s pubes; he stood still for a moment, resting with all weight on the thick rod impaling him. And then, he started rolling his hips in circle, giving the man’s cock an excruciating massage. Barry widened his eyes, surprised, looking at the man torso almost perfectly still, his hands resting on his thighs, and his hips rolling and  shaking at a madly pace. The feeling was incredible! Kale looked back at him and said with a wicked smile: “Just a little Luau dance…”

 “Oh…! Shit… Man, this is insane…!!” – the hairy worker moaned loud – “Yeah! Work that ass!”. Sensing he couldn’t hold much longer, Barry grabbed Kale’s cock and started jacking it off: “Let me see how much you love me, man… Smother me with your cream!”

“Oww… Yes…” – Kale groaned, without ever slowing down the maddening roll of his hips – “I love you man… Yessss… AAAGGHH!!”. His orgasm exploded, and the anal contractions, coupled with the frantic massage, sent Barry through the roof: “Here it comes, man…! Yeah…. Fuck YEAH!!”

Gallons of thick man juice flooded Kale’s fiery ass and Barry’s hairy torso, while loud moans of pleasure filled the room. The Hawaiian slowed down the roll of his hips and finally stood still, panting. He looked down at his lover and smiled wide, a moment before crushing exhausted on the bed, beside him.

~ Barry’s guilt ~

“Was it to your liking, my Sultan?” – Kale asked, expecting Barry to laugh at his joke, but, surprisingly enough, the man frowned and rolled on his back, staring at the ceiling. “I really didn’t deserve such a sweet treatment…”

“What are you talking about?” – Kale exclaimed – “You spent an entire night watching over Rowan, and then, without resting a single minute, you have worked tirelessly for one day and one night to give Rowan a wonderful room to live in!”

Barry turned to Kale and looked at him with guilty eyes, shaking his head. “Last night, while I was cleaning and painting the south wall, where Rowan was hit by that pipe, I noticed a crack in the wall surface. I examined it better and realized that the pipe had hit the wall with such a force to crack it, and then bounced back, hitting Rowan”.

Kale gave a puzzled glance to his buddy. “You don’t get it?” – Barry said with trembling voice – “If the pipe had hit Rowan directly, it would’ve killed him! You understand, man? I could have killed Rowan!!”

The counselor looked straight into his buddy’s grieving eyes and his heart went out to him. He stretched out his hand and placed it on Barry’s cheek; he gave him a tender caress, smiling lovingly at him, and then he said only one word: “Bullshit!”

Barry was taken aback, as he would have expected something like ‘It was not your fault’, or maybe ‘But it didn’t happen’; he tried to stifle a laugh, but when he saw that Kale, too, was laughing, he gave up and burst into laughter: “Man, you’re something else…”.

“I know” – Kale replied with a smile, laying on his back and looking at the ceiling – “And you, too. You’ve been marvelous. I knew you had a big heart but you really surprised me. And Rowan, too! Have you seen his face when he saw his new room?”

He turned to Barry, to mock him for his tender reaction to Rowan’s kissing his hands… but the man was sleeping soundly, totally exhausted.

~ More gifts for Rowan ~

Rowan stirred in his new, comfortable bed. After everyone had gone away, he had lain for a moment on the large bed and had fallen asleep without even realizing it. He opened his eyes… and gasped, seeing Wahkan and Chayton sitting on the sofa. They immediately stood up and the older Sioux said: “I’m sorry, I’ve knocked but there was no answer. I saw you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up…”

Rowan smiled and nodded. He tried to say something but he couldn’t. Wahkan got closer and looked straight at the guy. In reply to his unspoken invite, he sat on the bedside and said: “Thank you. I know you are temporarily unable to express your thoughts with words, but talking is often overestimated…”

Rowan smiled, knowing that the wise Sioux could easily read into his eyes his most intimate thoughts and desires. “I wish I could’ve been here, when you had the accident, but luckily everything’s fine, now. Chayton and I were in South Dakota to meet our people, we’ve come back as soon as Beau told us about what happened”.

In a world based on spoken words, probably Rowan would have said something like ‘You shouldn’t have interrupted your trip for me’ and Wahkan would have replied something equally courteous and void, but their silent exchange of feelings was much more meaningful. Rowan could see in Wahkan’s eyes his sincere concern for his accident and the relief to know that the guy was fine (apart from his inability to speak useless words, that is); and Wahkan could read Rowan’s affection to him and that he felt honoured by Wahkan’s sudden coming back for him.

“I’ve brought a gift for you” – the Sioux said, taking a small envelope from his pocket and handing it to Rowan. The guy opened it and extracted a necklace made of a long leather string with an impressive bear claw hanging from it. “Only warriors that faced death and survived have the right to wear this necklace” – Wahkan explained. He took the necklace from Rowan’s hands and they both stood up, facing each other. “I honour you, Wi-Sapa” – the Sioux said, tying the necklace around the guy’s neck – “May the Spirits watch your steps”.

Rowan smiled proudly and nodded to the man, grateful for the gift and fully aware of its great importance. Chayton, who had watched the brief ceremony at a respectful distance, moved closer to hug Rowan and congratulate him. When they parted, Rowan noticed a small package placed on the dining table, and silently questioned the two Sioux, but they shook their head: “That’s not from us. But there’s a note attached to it…”

Rowan took the note and read:

• I understand that in this very moment, with your temporary speech difficulties, this gift may look useless, but you’ll be able to use it very soon. I love you.
  Beauregard

He opened the box and there was a state-of-the-art smartphone. Rowan smiled, excited, as he’d never had a smartphone (nor any other mobile phone, for what matters). But soon frowned and looked at Wahkan, who smiled with affection and replied to his unspoken request: “I’ll go call Charlie, he will explain you how to use it… Yes, Rowan, starting with turning it on!”. They all laughed and then Wahkan headed to the door, leaving a touched Rowan thinking about how wonderful was the Cove and its men and boys.

«They all have done so much for me!» – Rowan thought, feeling his eyes brimming with tears of happiness – «I would do anything, anything for them, if they ask me!».

Little he knew that soon his vow would have been put to test, forcing him to face one of his most frightful demons…

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 33, ~ Payback time ~
[2] See Chapter 7, ~ Welcome home! ~

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(End of Chapter 34 – Please proceed to Chapter 35)