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 that temporarily impairs his ability to speak. Barry is deeply touched by what happened and works relentlessly to transform the devastated basement into a cozy room for Rowan.

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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• Book 04 (Chapter 31-35) with bookmarks and PictureBook04 with NSFW images

 ≈CHAYTON ≈ 

~ Memories ~

Rowan followed Wahkan with his eyes until the stair door closed behind him and then turned to Chayton. Still unable to talk, Rowan pointed with his head to the closed door and gave the boy a questioning gaze: «Don’t you go with your master?».

“May I stay here with you for a little while?” – Chayton asked – “We never have time to talk…”.  Rowan smiled, pointing to his own mouth. “Of course, you can’t talk” – the boy admitted – “but I don’t care, it’s so nice to stay here with you!”

They sat on the sofa and Chayton reached out to touch Rowan’s necklace with the bear claw. The guy smiled and made the gesture to give it to his buddy, but he stopped him: “No, it’s not necessary, I have one, too! Wahkan gave it to me, long ago…”

Rowan noticed the boy’s faraway look and his fleeting frown: apparently, that bear claw brought some sad memories to his mind. The guy gave him a friendly glance and nodded to encourage him: «Tell me about it…».

“I never told you how I met Wahkan, did I?” – Chayton said – “He was a very famous member of the tribe, you know… He used to tour the States to meet the Sioux living inside and outside the Reserves, to reassert and testify the importance of our culture, our knowledge and our ancient heritage.”

“Back then, I knew almost nothing of the Sioux culture: I was an orphan and lived all my childhood from a foster home to another, until I ran away; I wanted to be free, but I ended up living on the street, hardly surviving day after day. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about…”

Rowan nodded gravely: he definitely knew how hard was living on the street. “Then, one day, while I was walking aimlessly” – Chayton continued – “a man recognized me as a Native American and invited me to enter an old theater, where Wahkan was holding a speech. I will never forget the first time I saw him: he was so fierce, powerful, authoritative! And extremely proud of his being a Sioux! Listening to him, I realized that I’d never given any importance to my heritage, but I was wrong: I was a Sioux, and I had to be proud of it!”

“Then, for almost a year I never heard of him again. I got back living on the street, but everything was different, I was a different person, and had realized how stupid was my former idea of ‘freedom’. I decided to look for Wahkan: I needed his advice, his guide. But anyone I asked about him to, replied something thin like ‘Leave him alone, he’s not worth talking to him’. It was like he had fallen into disfavor…”

“Eventually, I found a man who knew where he lived. This time I insisted to know what had happened to him and the man explained me that Wahkan was subjected to a scandal when someone saw him having sex with another man.”

“Now, Rowan, get it straight…” – Chayton hastened to say – “My people cling to the traditions, but it’s not bigoted: homosexuality is not a taboo for us. But Wahkan was a notable Sioux, he was an example for the youngsters to follow, and suddenly the scandal made him fall in disgrace”.

“But I didn’t care... On the contrary, now that I knew the truth, I needed him even more! I followed the directions my friend had given me and walked to his home. I knew the place: he lived in the slum of narrow alleys behind the Mall. I entered the dilapidated building and reached his door.”

“And what happened to me behind that door is etched in my memory in letters of fire…!”

The boy gave a long, grave glance to Rowan and began his tale…

~ A bitter man ~

Chayton looked at the closed door with anxiety. He gulped hard, took a deep breath and knocked on the worn-out wood. He heard a grunt, some indistinct noises and then the door opened. Chayton hardly recognized the proud, magnificent Wahkan he once had knew in that dirty, disheveled, ragged man who looked down at him with restrained anger.

He was barefoot and bare-chested; the only piece of clothing he was wearing was a long loincloth that once must have been beautiful, but now was wrinkled and dirty. His long dark brown hair fell inordinately around his face in sticky clumps.

“What do you want kid?” – he asked rudely. The boy was about to run away, scared and disillusioned, but looked for a moment into the man’s eyes and recognized the same fire, the same ancient wisdom that long before hit him so deeply. “Sir, may I have a word with you?” – Chayton asked meekly. “If you aren’t afraid to enter the satyr’s lair…” – Wahkan replied, turning around and going back to the only room of the apartment.

The boy looked around, at the food trash scattered around along with dirty clothes and rubbish of all sorts, and felt his heart shrinking. With trembling voice, he said: “Sir, I…”  “I’m not a ‘sir’!” – the man shouted – “I’m Wahkan! Do you know what it means, kid?”

Chayton shook his head, keeping his eyes on the floor. “It means ‘the Sacred One’! Aren’t you a Sioux, kid? You should know better your own culture!”

“That’s why I’m here, sir… Wahkan!” – the boy replied, looking straight at him – “Teach me!”

“I can’t teach anything to anyone!” – the man replied angrily – “I’m not allowed to pervert the younger generations! I’m a monster, someone to keep at large! You should go away, until you still can!”

“You don’t scare me, Wahkan.” – Chayton said with a stubborn pride, but soon gasped when the man ran toward him and held by his arms, shaking him hard: “What the hell you want from me, kid?! WHAT??”. He pushed the boy away, making him stumble. Regaining his balance, Chayton stood in front of the man, looked at him with great respect and repeated a phrase he once heard in that small theater, long before: “I’m devoted to you, Wahkan”.

Then, without a word, he knelt in front of the man, lowered his head to the floor and kissed the man’s bare feet. “Wh… What are you doing, kid?” – Wahkan gasped, taken aback from the bold, sincere homage the boy was paying him. And he gasped again, when he saw the boy raising slowly his head and felt his warm lips kissing tenderly his leg, moving up.

When the boy’s head disappeared under his loincloth Wahkan stubbled: “No kid… Come on… Stop it!”. But the warm lips, now coupled with a wet tongue, kept moving up. Suddenly, Wahkan felt the boy’s face pressed against his manhood, his nose inhaling the manly scent and his tongue titillating the low-hanging balls.

“Don’t do it, kid… You don’t know what you are doing…” – Wahkan warned him, feeling his long-neglected cock stirring and coming to life. He was only half hard when a hot mouth closed around his sensitive meat. “Owww…. No kid… I must not… OH! Spirits help me…”

He was rock hard, by now, and Chayton started bobbing his head back and forth, hidden under the loincloth, pushing the big cock deeper and deeper into his throat at each thrust. With the help of his hand, Chayton gave the needy rod an excruciating blowjob, rejoicing the pants and the moans of pleasure of the man.

Wahkan couldn’t think straight any more. He felt his cock on fire, his head was spinning and a long-forgotten pleasure was spreading throughout his body; but his mind was reeling, his deep-rooted resentment for his own people that had mortally wounded his pride started intoxicating his thoughts.

~ Mind rape ~

 “Stop it, kid… No… Aaaaah… No! I said STOP IT!!” – the man yelled, at one point, stepping back and withdrawing his cock from Chayton’s mouth. He grabbed again the boy by his arms and forced him to stand. “What the fuck are you doing?! I don’t need no mercy blowjob!” – he shouted, making the boy wilt under his wrath – “What do you want from me??”.

The man held the boy’s face with both hands and plunged his fiery, irate eyes into his. Chayton gasped, experiencing for the first time in his life Wahkan’s powerful gaze entering into him, looking deep into his soul, reading without any regard his most intimate thoughts.

“What do you want from me??” – the man yelled again, increasing the pressure of his gaze even more. Chayton was breathless, as he felt those blazing eyes ravaging mercilessly the most intimate depths of his being. He felt an increasing pain… not a physical pain, but it stung deep into his mind and heart, as if an evil force was sucking away the life from him. Wahkan looked like a demon ready to drag his prey to hell.

But the boy didn’t ask for mercy, he didn’t try to divert his gaze: in that moment, while suffering from the unbearable pain that the powerful, invincible man was inflicting to him, Chayton knew more than ever that he belonged to him, that he loved him hopelessly. The boy was really, intimately devoted to that magnificent, mighty, terrifying man.

And so, he stopped resisting and totally surrendered to the overwhelming force that was devastating him inside. If Wahkan wanted his life, his mental sanity, his vital strength, then he would give him.

Wahkan didn’t expect that. In his rage, he had entered the boy’s soul wildly, to ravage him, hurt him, rape him; but he expected a fierce resistance. When he realized that Chayton had given in to him, lowering all his defenses, it was too late: the force of his mind was already wreaking havoc like a tornado on the young Sioux’ most tender intimacy.

“NOO!!” – Wahkan screamed, horrified, when his saw the boy’s eyes slowly closing and his body going limp into his arms. “No… no… no…” – he kept repeating, holding tight that boy who had put his own life in his hands, as a supreme proof of love and trust.

“What have I done… What have I done…!” – the man whined, realizing at what extent his bitter feelings had taken control of his mind. He brought bodily the boy to the crumpled bed and carefully laid him down. He lay beside him and started caressing his sweaty forehead and hair. “Wake up, brave boy, I know you can do it…” – he murmured, heartbroken – “Open your eyes, kid… Come back to me…”

After few endless minutes, Chayton slowly came to his senses and opened his eyes; Wahkan looked again into the boy’s soul, tenderly this time, and he didn’t see any fear or resentment, but only admiration, respect and a sheer love for him. And that was the moment Wahkan’s heart was won.

~ A lifelong pact ~

Without diverting his gaze, Chayton silently unbuttoned his pants and pulled them away, along with his underwear, and offered his body to the older Sioux, like he had already done with his mind and soul. He raised his legs, while the man removed his loincloth and wetted his cock with his spit. Neither of them uttered a single sound, but their eyes spoke a million words. Wahkan pointed his cock at the boy’s puckered hole and gently eased it inside. Chayton placed his hands over the man’s wide chest, following his smooth movements, concentrating on the sweet sensations coming from his ass, caressed and stimulated in ways he’d never experienced before.

The gentle, and yet relentless pounding over his sensitive prostate and the sight of that powerful man who could easily break him, but was making exquisite love to him, made Chayton’s cock swell and throb; but he didn’t touch himself, as he knew that the slightest friction would have made him lose his load. He wanted that magic moment to last, and silently pleaded Wahkan not to rush. The man slowed down, but reached deeper into the hot young chute, tenderly caressing Chayton’s innermost recesses, in a sublime union of bodies and souls that neither of them had ever experienced in his life.

Their locked eyes silently told each other that the moment had come and no further delay was possible. Wahkan ramped up his thrusts, pounding the tender ass with greater vigor, and Chayton grabbed his own cock, muffling his moans of pleasure. Their breaths become rugged and their eyes flashed with loving lust, until the time stopped for few moments and both men got lost into the ecstasy of a breathtaking climax.

Chayton felt Wahkan’s cock throb deep inside him and his hot man juice flood his hole, while his own cock shot stream after stream of white cream all over his chest. They stood still, enjoying the last exquisite contractions of their groins, and then Wahkan lay on the bed beside Chayton, and they kept looking at each other, motionless, in perfect silence.

It was Chayton the first to speak. “Wahkan, will you be… my master?”

“What you mean, you want me to teach you our culture, our knowledge?”.  “That, yes” – the boy replied – “and much more. I can’t live anymore on the streets, without a scope or direction. I need someone to guide me, to teach me, to help me build a life that is worth living… Someone like you. I’ll be your boy, I will obey without questioning any order you give me, as I am and always be devoted to you, Sacred One”.

Wahkan looked at that wonderful boy who had come out from nowhere and with his unwavering devotion was forcing him to put his own life back on track, and felt a rush of love for him. “What’s your name, kid?”.  “Chayton”.  “And you know what it means?”.  The boy shook his head.

“It means ‘Falcon’. You are a brave, strong young Falcon…” – Wahkan said with a loving smile – “…and I will teach you to fly high in the sky, and in return you’ll show me how to walk on the ground”.

And they sealed their lifelong pact with a long, tongue-searching, breathtaking kiss.

“I have something for you” – Wahkan said when their lips finally parted – “It’s something that only the most fearless warriors have the right to wear, those warriors who, like you, have bravely faced the Death and came back even stronger”.

He got off the bed and opened a drawer. Chayton followed him and saw him taking an old necklace with a blackened bear claw hanging from it. Wahkan stood in front of the boy and ritually fastened it around his neck, speaking the ancient words: “I honour you, young Falcon. May the Spirits watch your steps”.

~ Wahkan and Chayton arrive at the Cove ~

Chayton flashed a knowing smile at Rowan and undid a couple buttons of his shirt, revealing his necklace, similar to the one worn by his friend, but clearly much older. Rowan touched it with reverence and looked at Chayton with renewed respect and with gratitude for sharing with him his moving, dramatic story.

“That night I slept with Wahkan at his place” – Chayton continued – “and the very next day he stuffed his few belongings into a worn-out travelling bag and we left that shabby apartment.

We came here, and Wahkan rang the doorbell. I didn’t know what to expect and gasped with surprise when Beau opened the door! I mean, he was Beauregard Rice-Duncan de la Motte! And Wahkan apparently knew him!”

“He recognized Wahkan and let us in. We sat in the living room, where Kale was waiting for us, and I saw my master clearly in trouble, unsure about what to say. You see, Rowan, Wahkan had been involved in a scandal for his homosexuality, and back than we didn’t know how Beau could react: in public he’d always been extremely discreet about his sexual inclinations…”

“Beau looked at my master’s ragged clothes, at his disheveled hair and easily guessed he’d had a very hard time since his sudden going underground. He exchanged with Kale a meaningful glance and said him in a low voice: ‘I know, I know, he’s one of us…’.”

He turned back to us and said: ‘Wahkan, here no one will judge you. You are clearly looking for a safe harbor where to rebuild your life and teach your… boy, I guess, to become a man. Search no more, you’re at home, now. I’m honoured to welcome you to the Cove’.”

“Beau was marvelous, that day…” – Chayton concluded – “Not only for offering us a place where to stay, but above all for treating my master with great respect, the respected he deserved. Wahkan is not inclined to show his feelings, but believe me: he would give his life for Beau. And so would I”.

~ Chayton meets Rowan’s Daddy ~

Chayton stood silent, and Rowan smiled at him and placed a hand over his arm, to thank him for sharing with him his story.

“Wahkan holds you in high regard, you know, Rowan?” – the boy said at one point – “And I, too, have been greatly impressed by your power… you know… to hold a man’s climax. Since when you can do that?”

“I… ww… ddh…” – Rowan tried to say, but he couldn’t articulate the words. Chayton said: “Oh, right, you can’t speak… But, ehm… I might understand you by looking into your eyes: my master taught me to do that! Well, I’m not as good as him, of course, but…”

His voice trailed off, looking at Rowan’s worried frown. “Oh! I’m sorry, buddy, I shouldn’t have asked you. I understand it’s personal…”

Rowan gestured a simple concept: «I’m not worried for me, but for you». The young Sioux guessed that Rowan’s memories would have been hard for him to bear and proudly said: “Don’t worry about me, I’m strong enough to take it!”

The older guy was unsure, but took a deep breath and looked straight into Chayton’s eyes, opening his mind and soul to him.

Chayton gazed into Rowan’s twin black lakes and… felt like he was being sucked into them. Suddenly he was lying on a bed, but it wasn’t his bed, and that wasn’t his room! He was naked, and looking down to his body he didn’t recognize it as his own. Out of the window, the sun had just set below an unknown horizon.

The door opened and a muscular man stepped in. Chayton looked at his face and noticed his incredible resemblance with Barry. With a gasp, the Sioux boy suddenly knew: that man was Rowan’s stepfather, his hideous Daddy! And the boy lying on the bed was not Chayton, but Rowan! No... not exactly: he was still Chayton, but was living Rowan’s memories, looking through his eyes!

“Good boy, already naked, as I like you…” – the man growled, lasciviously, while taking off his dirty shirt, his work boots and his worn-out jeans. He stood beside the bed, stripped to his underwear, massaging his bulge in front of the boy’s eyes. “You like it, uh? You want to feel your Daddy’s cock into your ass, don’t you?”

Chayton/Rowan felt his heart thump hard in his chest. He looked at the man’s menacing eyes and shook his head: “Please Daddy… No… Don’t hurt me…”. “It’s up to you, kid” – the man replied with a lustful smirk, dropping his briefs and bringing his humongous cock to a full erection – “The more you resist, the more it will hurt, you know that… I like when you resist…”

The boy looked at the man climbing on the bed and kneeling between his legs; his eyes wandered on the extremely hairy chest, the massive pecs, the powerful biceps, and he felt with horror his own cock twitch.

He tried in vain to put up a fierce resistance to the strong hands parting and raising his legs, but the man effortlessly pushed them back, further and further, until the young ass was in full display, raised and vulnerable. He spat on the puckered hole and pointed his cock on the tightly shut sphincter.

The kid, pinned down by the heavy muscular man, was helpless. He knew what was coming, but could do nothing but beg...

“Daddy, no… Please, Daddy, it hurts… No… NO…! AAAAHH!!”

The pain was unbearable, and for a moment Chayton/Rowan was about to faint. But unfortunately he didn’t, and had to feel the giant cock forcing his way into him inch by painful inch. Soon the hot rod started moving back and forth, reaching deep into him. The man was fucking him without the slightest regard, and he felt demeaned, treated like a mere object of pleasure.

The wide, hairy torso rose and fell over him, and slowly the pain faded into… something different. The huge cock massaged savagely his tender linings, punching hard on his prostate at each thrust, and he felt his own cock stir to life. He was mesmerized by the pale blue eyes that pierced him, the meaty nipples peeking out of the thick fur, the bulging biceps rhythmically flexing and relaxing. The man’s big tool paced up into his ass and he smirked mischievously; Chayton/Rowan widened his eyes: he was trying to make him cum! He wanted to own him completely, submit him to his sexual power, forcing him to cum for him!

~ A trial of resistance ~

“No, Daddy… Please… Not this…” – he pleaded, but the man pounded him harder: “This time you won’t be able to resist, kid… This time you will cum for me!”.  The boy, as a response, tightened his ass muscles, ignoring the additional pain, so to force the man to cum earlier. It was a trial of resistance between the man and the boy.

The hairy worker didn’t want to slow down and tried to resist, but eventually he frowned and grunted: “Fuck you, kid! Aah…. I can’t hold any more… Owww…. FUCK!!”.  The man tensed, in the supreme exertion of the climax, gathering his strength to shoot his load... and then everything happened in a fraction of second. Chayton/Rowan looked up at him and saw a glimpse of defeat into his eyes; he almost pitied that muscular, masculine, glorious stud who couldn’t get what he most wanted: to cum with his boy! But it was too late, in a moment his cock would shoot all the sperm his balls could give… «If only his climax could last a little longer…» – Chayton/Rowan thought – “…I could cum with him!”

The boy’s eyes flashed with a steely glare, and the man felt like something was holding him over the abyss without letting him go. “AH! What are you doing to me, kid?!” – he yelled, lost in an endless climax that couldn’t ever explode. His cock became a piledriver that pounded the young ass mercilessly, in a desperate effort to release the pent-up juice locked into his groin.

The man roared, while his steel-hard cock broke into the tender chute, forcing open its innermost defenses and battering forcefully the swollen prostate. Chayton/Rowan gave way to his own pleasure and screamed: “This is for you, Daddy! AAAARGGHH!”

The boy, swept away by the massive orgasm, rolled back his head, breaking the eye contact with the man, whose long-blocked orgasm exploded like a bomb into his groin: “FUUUUUCK!!! AAAAAHH!!!” – he yelled, filling his boy’s hole with countless jets of thick man juice.

When the overwhelming orgasm finally subsided, the man was almost whining. Chayton/Rowan looked at him, panting, and for a moment he dared to hope that maybe… But his Daddy quickly regained his defiant attitude and exclaimed triumphantly: “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist! You can go on playing your tricks, kid, but you will always submit to my cock, in the end!”

And then he turned away, laughing coarsely, and when the door closed behind him the boy could still hear the hatred laughter echoing in the corridor, until it finally trailed off and a heavy silence fell on the room.

“Why??” – the boy cried out, humiliated, feeling tears welling in his eye – “Why??”

~ The truth ~

“Why??” – cried out Chayton, with his cheeks streaked with tears, looking at Rowan. The boy glanced around, puzzled, and he was again at the Cove, sitting with Rowan in his room. In his mind, the memories he had just relived were still vivid. “Why… what, Rowan?” – he asked, unable to understand that last desperate cry of the abused boy.

The older guy tried again to speak, to no avail. He had a guilty expression on his face, because he was sorry for his friend, who had to witness, to live such a hard experience. But Chayton misunderstood Rowan’s guilty expression and thought back to what he had seen, at the feelings he’d had when he was Rowan. The man had been violent, merciless, pounding him hard with his big cock… His big, veiny cock… And that extremely hairy chest, with those meaty pink nipples peeking out of the black hair… And those bulging, powerful biceps…

And what had happened when the men hit his climax? The boy forced him to wait, blocking his orgasm… because he wanted to cum with the man! He wanted to offer him his own pleasure!

Chayton gasped, opened his eyes wide and looked at Rowan: “You lusted for him! He was hurting you, but you liked it!”

Rowan uttered some unintelligible sounds and shook his head violently, his eyes filled with tears: “Nnn… NOO!!” – he managed to say, with a great effort – “I onlly wwaanted… himm… t…to… llove mee!!”.  He burst into a desperate cry and repeated, this time more fluently: “I only wanted him to love me…  Why couldn’t he just love me? Why he had to hurt me? Why?”

Chayton was shocked by the incredible revelation! The terrible struggle of a boy who could accept to be abused, and even to force himself to cum, only to receive a little love from his daddy was too much for Chayton to bear. Intimately moved by Rowan’s pain, he threw his arms around him, holding him tight. No one could speak, and anyway there was no word that could possibly be said. The only sounds in the room were the sobs of the two hugging friends whose souls, that summer morning, had briefly merged into one.

Eventually, Chayton recoiled and a thought hit his mind: “Rowan! You can talk again!”

“Indeed!” – the guy replied, surprised – “Apparently, my temporary speech impairment has ceased his effects earlier than the doctors expected…”

“Oh, no!” – Chayton joked – “Here he talks weird again!!”.  And the room, that moments before was filled with their sobs, now resounded with their joyful laughs.

~ A boy in awe ~

The two guys hugged again, but much more merrily this time, and Chayton went away. «What a day!» – Rowan thought, yawning: it was still late morning, but the odd ‘time zone’ he’d lived in for years, sleeping in daytime and going out at night, still took its toll on him.

He undressed and took a very long hot shower, washing himself with his usual great care and basking in the hot water. Attentive to hygiene as he’d always been, he soaped and rinsed with diligence all his body parts, and especially his manhood and his anus. As usual, he felt no particular interest to his own body, but at one point he smiled, thinking back at what Stewart once taught him about loving oneself [1].

When done, he went back to his room, toweling himself, and lay on the bed for a moment… and fell asleep. When his breath became deep and regular, there was a movement near the armoire, and Brennan’s head peeked out.

He had sneaked into Rowan’s room when he was under the shower and couldn’t resist spying on the guy washing himself. Since the first time they met, Brennan had been really hit by Rowan’s elegant attitude, his being so taciturn, his long raven hair, and above all his eyes, so dark and deep!

Of course, he deeply loved his master Beau and his friend Kale, but Rowan, since their first encounter, had always made his heart beat faster. He was so different from the other men and boys of the Cove! Though no one, so far, had told to Brennan about Rowan’s sad story, he had understood that he’d had a troubled past, and this made him even more dear to the boy’s heart.

And now, peeking at the guy under the shower, he could admire his pearly skin, his chiseled torso, his long legs and had to stifle a sigh. Rowan looked like a Prince Charming… but naked! He was mesmerized by the water drops splashing on his sharp face, his pointy little nipples, his remarkable manhood, his sinewy thighs and wished to be a drop of water falling from his lips to the cleft of his pecs and then rolling down to disappear into the black treasure trail.

The boy’s eyes eagerly followed the guy’s hands rubbing the long soft dick, sneaking into the hidden recesses of his ass, and massaging the large balls. He was so taken by his fantasies that he barely realized that Rowan had finished showering. Afraid to be spotted, he hastened to hide behind the tall armoire and saw Rowan coming out of the bathroom, lying on the bed and falling asleep.

With great caution, Brennan stepped out of his hiding place and got closer to the sleeping guy. His almost hairless chest rose and fell gently, and his face was distended in a serene expression. The boy admired Rowan’s lips, relaxed in a hint of a smile and slightly parted and couldn’t restrain himself: he lowered his head and brushed those soft lips with his.

Rowan opened his eyes and met Brennan’s gaze. The boy was about to recoil and run away, but he could spot such a great affection into the guy’s black eyes that he stood still. “Are you… angry with me, sir?” – he asked, timidly, instinctively using the ‘sir’ as a sign of respect for the older guy; Rowan smiled at him: “How could I possibly get angry for such a sweet kiss?”

“Oh, sir! You can talk again!” – the boy exclaimed happily. “Yes, and I can see, too” – the guy replied with a knowing wink – “I saw you peeking from behind the armoire, and through the bathroom door…”.

“Oh… I’m…” – Brennan muttered, partly embarrassed and partly dismayed for having been discovered. “Oh, you’ve been extremely silent” – Rowan admitted – “but when you live on the streets for years like me, you learn to instantly spot whoever is around you… especially if he’s hiding!”

The guy followed Brennan’s gaze feasting on his naked skin and smiled: “Do you like what you see? Then you might as well be interested in… this!” – he said, slowly tearing away the towel from his groin, revealing his limp cock. Brennan uttered a chocked moan and his cheeks blushed bright red.

~ Dilemma ~

Brennan frowned a little and asked timidly: “Sir, are you… a boy, sir?”; Rowan was puzzled by the odd question and was about to reply, but he realized that he actually didn’t know the answer. “Well, I certainly am not a senior man, here at the Cove; before you arrived, I was… the new kid on the block, so to speak. Charlie, Rick and Chayton consider me the eldest of the boys… sort of. Hey, they even nominated me President of the Boy’s Court! So, all in all, yes, I guess I’m a boy. But why you ask me?”

“Oh… nothing, sir!” – Brennan hastened to say. “Come on, Brennan” – Rowan replied, with a friendly tone – “you surely had a reason… You can tell me!”.  The boy blushed again and said: “Well, it’s because of what my master stated about sex in the Cove, sir… Boys with boys is OK; boys with men, only with the master’s permission. But since you are a boy, sir, I guess I don’t have to ask for permission to my master…”

“Permission… for what?” – Rowan asked, though he had perfectly got what Brennan was talking about. He was amused, and he had never backed out with the boys: Charlie had sucked him, Rick and Chayton fucked him, and all of them had played with his body, once, in the gym. Sex with the boys was always so pleasurable and fun!

Brennan didn’t answer to Rowan’s question. His gaze again was wondering over the guy’s naked body and then moved up, to his face, and finally locked into his eyes. “Sir… I… I think… I love you, sir!” – the boy managed to say with an obvious effort.

Rowan felt moved by Brennan sincere, deep affection; he smiled tenderly and said: “…and?”.  The boy gulped hard and breathed: “…and I’d like you to fuck me, sir… more than anything, sir!”

Rowan suddenly tensed. He didn’t expect that. True, he’d had sex with all the boys, but he never fucked them. He could never do that! How could he ever do to one of those young, lovely boys… what his stepfather had done to him for years?!

“F… Fuck you, Brennan? Me? I… I don’t think…” – Rowan stuttered, feeling his heart skipping several beats. But his voice trailed off, spotting a sad, disillusioned glimpse in the boy’s eyes. “Of course, sir… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked… Oh, I’m so sorry, sir!”

Rowan, from his bed, looked wide-eyed at the boy standing beside him, at his lovely blushing face and his sincere eyes brimmed with tears, but what he saw was a demon: one of the most wicked demons that hunted his soul. How could Rowan break Brennan’s heart refusing to make love to him? But he was not his stepfather! He could never do that to a naïve, inexperienced boy like Brennan!

The boy interpreted Rowan’s silence as a sign of refusal and started to move, without a word, to go away, but Rowan held his arm: “No! Don’t go! I… I…”

Rowan tried hard to make up his mind, but he couldn’t. And yet, a decision had to be made, and quickly…

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 30, ~ The jock in the mirror ~

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(End of Chapter 35 – Please proceed to Chapter 36)