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. Through a mind connection, Chayton “meets” Rowan’s Daddy and understands how deeply Rowan craved for his love... and maybe for something else.

Synopsys

The young and inexperienced Brennan asks to Rowan to make love to him, forcing Rowan to play what once was his stepfather's role. Later, Rowan has a very intense nightly chat with Barry, who reveals his past struggles and how he arrived at the Cove. The guy, intimately touched by Barry's tale, begins to see a sharper difference between the worker and his stepfather....

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~ Cast of Characters with SFW images
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~ 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 31-36) with bookmarks and PictureBook04 with NSFW images

≈ ROWAN’S STRUGGLES ≈

~ A hard step to take ~

“I’d like you to fuck me, sir… more than anything, sir!”

Brennan’s explicit request made Rowan feel a shiver down his spine. Moments before, lying on the bed after a shower, barely covered by only a small towel, he had playfully flirted with the boy, teasing him by showing off his naked body, but he didn’t expect Brennan to ask to be fucked by him! How could he ever do to this lovely boy… 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. He was facing one of the most wicked demons that hunted his soul. Since he’d run away from his stepfather, many years before, Rowan’s sexual life had been very limited, almost non-existent… Only when he had settled at the Cove he could partly discover his sexuality, but so far he had accepted mostly a passive role: he only fucked two grown-up men, Kale [1] and Barry [2].

Fucking an inexperienced boy such as Brennan, so much younger than him, was a totally different matter! How many times he had been on the receiving end of such a fuck, and his stepfather had always been impetuous, forceful… as one could expect from a grown-up man fired up by the heat of sexual desire. He could never do that to a naïve, sweet boy like Brennan… But rejecting him would have broken the boy’s heart!

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

The boy looked for few moments to the beautiful naked man, lying on the bed in front of him, waiting for an answer, but the guy just stared at him in disbelief. «I should have never asked him that!» – Brennan thought, wishing to die on the spot for the embarrassment – «How could ever such a wonderful man be interested in me?».

He lowered his eyes brimming with tears and turned around to go away, but Rowan held his arm: “No! Don’t go! I… I…” – he said, uncertain – “Just give me a moment, will you?”

The boy stood still for a little while, unsure about what to do, and then silently started undressing. When he was stripped to his underwear, he looked at Rowan and, with trembling voice, said: “This is all I can offer you, sir… I know I’m not a hot jock or something, and I understand if you…”

“No, you don’t understand, Brennan!” – Rowan replied, trying to restrain his growing anxiety – “You’re the hottest boy I’ve ever met. But still I find difficult… It’s hard for me… Didn’t you talk about me with the other boys?”

“Oh! Certainly not, sir!” – the boy exclaimed, saddened by Rowan’s question, having him been raised in a house where discretion was everything – “I’m not used to gossip and talk about people behind their back! But sir, you don’t have to explain yourself with me… It was stupid of me to think that you might… Oh, I’m so sorry, sir! I really made a fool of myself!”

Blushing bright red and barely holding his tears, Brennan hastened to pick up his clothes from the floor and quickly ran to the door. “Please, stay!!” – Rowan said aloud, finally making up his mind. The boy froze, with his hand on the door knob. “Stay, Brennan. It is I the only fool in this room… Only a fool would refuse to make love to a lovely, sexy, brave young man such as you!”

The boy turned around, with a wide smile that was a mix of happiness, pride and adoration. “Really, sir?” – he asked, incredulous. Rowan nodded and smiled, still uncertain, but determined to give to the boy what he ardently longed for, even if that would have meant face his worst nightmares.

Brennan got closer, dropped the clothes he was holding and lowered his briefs; Rowan scooted on the bed and the boy lay beside him, on his back, feeling terribly self-conscious. The older guy propped himself on an elbow and looked down at the boy: his insecurity decidedly wasn’t making things easier for him. But when he gazed at the boy’s eyes, those wide eyes gleaming with trustful expectancy, his doubts vanished in the thin air. With a loving smile, he lowered his head and kissed the boy with sweet tenderness.

Both of them started exploring each other’s body with trembling hands, tentatively, like two young lovers on their first date. Their hearts started beating faster, their eyes shone brighter and their manhood responded with enthusiasm to the tender caresses.

Rowan took from the nightstand a tube of lube that Charlie once had left in his room, knelt between Brennan’s legs and started greasing his own cock. “Are we really going to do it?” – he asked to the boy. “Please, sir” – Brennan replied, raising his legs and offering his delicate, inexperienced ass to Rowan.

The guy leaned forward, and when the tip of his cock touched the quivering hole, the tenderness that filled his mind was obscured for a moment by the image of him abruptly shoving his entire cock to the pubes into the boy’s unprepared ass, making him scream for the searing pain.

«Never!» – he thought, resolutely, chasing from his mind the fleeting, and yet horrible vision. He pushed his hips forward with great gentleness, slowly easing his cock into the boy’s ass and giving an exquisite massage to the tender linings, making Brennan sigh in delight. Rowan had fucked very few men in his life, and was swept away by the sweet sensations that the young boy’s velvety ass was giving him. The guy held his breath, while his cock reached the innermost depths of the tender chute, and then backed up until it was almost completely out.

He started pumping his cock back and forth, at a slow steady pace, making the boy squirm for the delicious sensation. Rowan couldn’t believe how sweet was making love to the boy’s soft ass, and the boy was in heaven, feeling that elegant, spectacular man inside him. They lost the sense of time and the sense of self, joined together in the most intimate way, and went on fucking for a long while, both of them enjoying every single moment of it.

~ Daddy’s back ~

 “Harder!” – a voice resounded in Rowan’s mind – “Pound him harder! Let him know who’s in charge!”

The guy gasped, recognizing his daddy’s voice. He shook his head, but the voice became more compelling: “I didn’t raise you to be a sissy! Fuck him good and hard! Make him whine and squeal!”

His stiff cock, that moments before was making sweet love to the tender ass, started pounding it harder, faster and deeper. Rowan felt his hips animated by the irrepressible desire to forcefully take all the pleasure the boy could give to his greedy cock, no matter what. Brennan realized that Rowan’s fucking had become more intense, and not in a pleasant way, but trusted him and stifled his whines of discomfort.

“That’s my boy!” – the voice exclaimed proudly – “Fuck him! Split his tiny hole with your massive cock! Make him scream!”

Rowan’s cock became a piledriver, ramming mercilessly Brennan’s tender flesh. The boy tried hard to keep his mouth shut, but the growing pain coming from his ass and the bestial smirk spreading on Rowan’s face were too much to bear. “Ughhh… sir… no, please… AAAHH! Sir, please… AAAAHH!”

“You hear him? Good boy! I taught you well!” – the wicked voice resounded in Rowan’s mind – “But he’s still defying you! He’s holding back his orgasm! Make him cum! Force him to cum for you, kid!!”

An evil glare flashed in Rowan’s eyes, and his cock pushed deeper and deeper, forcing open one by one the boy’s innermost defenses and battering the young, sensitive prostate. Brennan was tossing his head from side to side, unable to stand anymore the vicious onslaught, and cried out for the pain.

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

Brennan’s scream became, in Rowan’s mind, the scream of the kid of his nightmares. In front of his eyes flashed the image of himself, as a boy, lying helplessly on the bed, while his stepfather forced himself on him, pounding his ass mercilessly and trying to make him cum against his will.

But this time he was not the kid: this time he was his stepfather!

“God, no! NOOO!!!” – Rowan yelled, realizing with horror what he was doing to Brennan. With a herculean effort, the guy recoiled and backed up, pulling out his cock from the boy’s ravaged ass. Brennan looked at Rowan with eyes filled with doubt, disillusion and pain, and Rowan felt his heart shrink.

«What have I done?!» – he thought with bitter desperation – «I’m a beast in heat, like Daddy… I’m just like him! A lustful animal that satisfies his greed over his prey!».  Rowan couldn’t breathe for the sense of guilt, for the horror of being like his daddy. With a pang of pain he realized that all his efforts, all the steps he had taken in his hard journey to a mature sexuality had been vane: his demons had defeated him, his stepfather had won the battle. «I’m him…» – the guy kept repeating in his mind, with growing desperation – «He’s in me! He won’t ever set me free! I’m…»

“Why, sir?”. Brennan’s feeble, trembling voice dragged him out of his miserable thoughts: “Why can’t you just… love me, sir?”

~ Just love ~

Hearing from that boy’s innocent lips the same question he himself had silently asked to his Daddy so many times gave him the answer he was desperately looking for. Love! Just love! If you have sex with someone you love, pleasure comes by itself, and it’s invariably greater than the pleasure you might forcefully take from an unwilling partner. That was the answer his daddy never gave him, because… he didn’t know!

How was raised his daddy? How many times had he himself been beaten and abused in his life, maybe from his own father? But the chain could be broken! It had to be broken!

Rowan felt the knots that were restraining his mind and his heart untying one by one. His inner demons were forced to loosen their grip over his soul and let it go. A sudden sense of peace filled his heart and he raised a hopeful gaze to Brennan, while a tear rolled down his cheek. Just love. It was that simple.

“I can, Brennan.” – he breathed – “I can just love you. Now I know it’s possible, now I can love you… if you still can love me.”

“I still love you, sir” – Brennan replied, with a sincere smile, keeping his legs raised. Rowan leaned forward and, once more, touched the boy’s anus with the tip of his cock. He hesitated, looked at Brennan, and the boy nodded with an expression of joyful expectation that made Rowan’s heart melt.

The guy eased his cock inside the fiery hole with utmost care and loving delicacy: the care and the love that his stepfather not once had showed him; the boy rolled back his head in ecstasy, his eyes brimming with tears of joy, and a faint, heartfelt ‘Thank you, sir’ escaped his lips. They made sweet, exquisite love for a long time, looking at each other and giving each other a pleasure that neither of them could even think possible.

Brennan was in awe for the powerful, fascinating guy rising and falling over him, the ‘eldest of the boys’ but not yet a senior man, and he felt a deep connection with him that would be unimaginable with his master Beau. Rowan, too, was in awe for the brave, sincere boy lying under him, whose trust and unwavering affection could help him overcome one of his worst nightmares.

The guy realized he couldn’t hold much longer and recoiled a bit, took Brennan’s rigid cock in his hand and started jacking him off. The boy tensed, feeling on the verge of a climax. “Do you want me to cum, sir?”

Rowan shook his head: “You can cum whenever you want, if you feel to. You don’t have to do it for me…”

“But… may I cum for you, if I want, sir? I’d like… ahh… to show you… Aaahhhhh!!!”

The sight of the boy squirming and writhing with pleasure, gripping the bed sheets with his fingers while his cock shot with youthful enthusiasm ropes after ropes of white cream all over his torso, sent a jolt through Rowan’s spine that made his enflamed manhood explode. He locked eyes with the boy and whispered: “Thank you, Brennan… This is for you… Only for you… Owwwww!”

Brennan felt Rowan’s semen flow into his intimate depths and gasped when the guy’s deep black eyes fixated on his and opened the portals to his soul. The boy couldn’t fully  understand what he was gazing at, but he stared mesmerized at the swirl of pain, joy, fear, hope, memories and love that was the pure essence of Rowan. For what seemed an eternity, the boy stared at Rowan’s twin lakes without even blinking, grateful for being trusted so much by that mysterious, complicated, marvelous guy who was revealing himself so openly in front of him.

When the throbs in his ass stopped and the guy’s eyes started to close, Brennan instinctively pulled Rowan down and held him tight, with his arms around his shoulders and his legs around his waist; and he hugged him so tight that he didn’t even realize that Rowan had fallen in his usual post-orgasm moment of unconsciousness.

Apart from the night when his master Beau had made love to him for the first time, making love with Rowan had been for Brennan the most exciting, frightening and mind-blowing experience of his life.

~ Afterglow ~

 “I’m still inside you…” – Rowan whispered when he eventually came to. Brennan didn’t loosen his grip: “Can we stay like this a little longer, sir? I don’t want it to end…”.  The guy kissed tenderly the boy on his lips and said: “But this is what’s best about love: when it begins, it never ends. Be sure that I’ll still love you when you return me my cock, as well as you’ll still love me when you have your ass back…”

Brennan tried to stifle a laugh, but Rowan’s referring to their private parts like something that could be borrowed and returned, like a book or a cup of flour, was too hilarious and he burst into laughter, finally releasing Rowan, who recoiled and sat back on the bed.

The boy moved to get off the bed, but the guy stopped him: “Wait…”.  Rowan took the towel lying on the bed and carefully cleaned Brennan’s wet cock, and did the same to his own. “The first obligation of a gentleman to his manhood is to keep it clean and dry, young man. Always remember that”.

“Oh!” – was the only thing Brennan could utter, while Rowan performed that odd, and yet so touchingly intimate ritual.

“And now” – Rowan said with a smile when done – “since you’re not the kind of guy who goes around gossiping behind people’s back, it’d be fair that I myself tell you something about me. Unfortunately, it’s a sad story, I warn you, but it has a happy ending. Do you want to hear it?”

Brennan nodded vigorously, looking at the guy with his wide, adoring eyes. And so they stood, lying on the bed side by side, for a long time, way past lunch time, while Rowan told to Brennan (avoiding the gore details) all about his life, his daddy, his fears and the help he got from the wonderful men and boys of the Cove... including Brennan himself.

When Rowan finally stood silent, Brennan was breathless. The pain for Rowan’s suffering, the joy for his new life, the hope for his long journey to adulthood and the pride for the role he himself had unknowingly played to help him were almost overwhelming.

He suddenly frowned, as a thought crossed his mind: “Sir… What we have done today was very special to me… Do you think I should tell about it to my master?”

“I’ve never had a master” – Rowan replied, pensively – “but I’m quite sure you are supposed to always tell the truth to your master, without hiding anything. Are you afraid he would get angry at you?”

“I’m not sure, sir… I don’t feel to have disrespected him in any way… but maybe… he might get angry with me nevertheless… I don’t know what to think, sir! I’m… a bit afraid, to tell the truth…”

“You shouldn’t. Beau is the most loving master a boy could ever dream of. But if you are unsure, this is what you can do: tell everything to Kale, he’s a counselor and he’s a senior man, he will help you dispel your doubts!”

Brennan smiled wide, as Rowan’s idea was surely the best thing to do. He got off the bed and got dressed. “I can’t thank you enough, sir, for what you’ve done for me” – the boy said when he was ready to go. “What I have done is nothing, compared to what you have done for me, Brennan” – Rowan replied with an affectionate smile – “and I will always be here for you, whenever you need me”.

The boy nodded, happy and excited, and quickly went away. Rowan reclined on the bed, exhausted by the rollercoaster of emotions; as soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell in a deep, contented sleep.

~ Restless night ~

Rowan woke up in the middle of the night. He opened his eyes but could see almost nothing, as it was pitch dark. There was a new moon and his small window faced West, where the sun had set long before; only the stars cast their feeble light in the room.

He stared at the darkness and a lot of memories and images came to his mind. Dear memories, like when Alex gave him the key to the basement and welcomed him at the Cove [3]; or when Hendrick filled for the first time a childish lunch basket with delicious food purposely cooked for him [4]. And bad memories, like when Barry tried to force himself over him [5]; or when Beau and Kale were splitting because of him [6].

But his mind was filled also with brief flashes, single moments or phrases, each of them almost meaningless, but joining together like pieces of a puzzle that made Rowan’s heart beat faster, because the image that was forming in the darkness was a face he knew way too well: Barry.

Barry silently cleaning and bandaging Rowan’s wounded hands [7]; Beau compelling him to give Barry a chance [8]; Barry staying at the hospital the entire night holding his hand [9] and then working like crazy to transform the devastated basement into a cozy room for him [10]; Barry asking for forgiveness on behalf of his stepfather after submitting to a furious revenge fuck… [11]

Barry… Barry… Rowan felt so guilty about Barry! How many times he had mistreated and badmouthed the honest worker just because he looked so much like his hatred daddy! How many times he had run away, scared, when Barry only wanted to say hi!

Then, suddenly, Rowan thought back to a conversation he once had with Hendrick, when the boy told him that every man of the Cove had found there a safe harbor against his inner demons; but then, what where Barry’s demons?

Almost without thinking about it, Rowan got off the bed, in the darkness, and walked out of the room. He climbed up to the second floor and stood for a moment out of Barry’s door. Then, without knocking, he went in.

Inside, the darkness was complete, as Barry had closed the heavy curtains in front of the windows. Rowan stepped in, closing the door behind him, and then asked softly: “Are you sleeping, daddy?”

A voice in the darkness replied: “Come in, kid, let me get some light…”

“No!” – Rowan hastened to say, and then added, in a milder tone: “Please, no…”. “OK” – Barry mumbled, and stood silent, waiting for Rowan to say why he was there in his room in the middle of the night. But Rowan didn’t say anything, because… he himself didn’t know.

“Are you scared by me?” – Barry asked at one point. “Yes” – Rowan replied – “I wouldn’t want to, but I can’t help it…”.  “It’s because I look so much like your daddy?”

“No… Yes… Partly” – Rowan tried to explain – “It’s not just because you look like him…”.  “Then what else about me scares you, kid?”.  Silence.

“Come on, kid” – Barry said at one point, trying to sound as comforting as he could – “This is one of those rare now-or-never moments, you can tell me anything…”

Rowan took a deep breath. “Daddy… I mean, sir… Barry…” – he started to say, uncertain about who he was addressing to. There was a pause, and Barry patiently waited in silence.

“Wh… With all the due respect, you’re always so impetuous, so fiery, so… bully!”.  Barry chuckled: “It’s true. Always been. My wife complained about it all the time”.

“Your wife?” – Rowan asked, surprised. “Yeah, I’ve been married, didn’t you know? Allison’s her name.” – Barry revealed – “I was still married when Beau hired me to remodel this house. But I was not married any more when the remodeling was completed”.

“It seems another life, now, but it all happened less than five years ago. Do you want me to tell you about it, kid?”.  Barry heard Rowan move, probably sitting down on the floor, and his voice in the darkness replied: “Please”.

“Restoring and remodeling this house was a hell of a job, it took almost a year” – the worker began – “I used to come here to work every morning, and in the evening I went back home, to my wife. Beau was demanding, but always respectful, and the money was good. First thing, he wanted me to build the attic, because he and Kale were practically camping in the dining room and they had no other place to go while I worked on the house”.

“When the attic was finally usable, I started working on the other rooms. Everything went smoothly for a couple months, until…” – Barry paused and sighed – “…until my world turned upside down”.

~ Another life ~

«Shit, it’s Saturday… Time to fulfill my marital duties…» – Barry though, bothered, while walking back home. He had worked hard, like every day, at Beau’s house, and he was tired. He felt his cock stirring in his pants and absentmindedly adjusted it with his hand. He didn’t notice (or he didn’t want to) the oddity of being horny like a raging bull, and still bothered by the idea of having sex with his wife Allison; nor he saw anything strange in being horny every given day and having sex with his wife no more than once a week.

Barry was not the kind of guy who questions things; if he was, he would have wondered why he was married to one of the most sexy girls he’d ever known, and yet felt bothered to oblige to his husbandly duties, even once a week.

Any wife would have thought that her husband was cheating on her, and probably Allison was feeling so; after all, she knew very well Barry’s overactive sexuality: how on earth a quick weekly fuck could ever be enough for him? But Barry was not cheating on her, he didn’t even look at the other women. He just relieved his tension jacking off in the shower, once or twice a day… except on Saturdays.

«Well… let’s do it!» – Barry thought, taking a deep breath while opening his front door. He knew that Allison was waiting for him, like every Saturday, naked in their bed. Walking to his bedroom, he started stripping, dropping his clothes on the floor. When he stepped out of his briefs, in front of his closed door, his hard cock bounced proudly up and down. He opened the door wearing the most alluring smile he was capable of… and his smile suddenly turned to a grimace of anger when he saw Allison with her back to him, riding a cock that was not his!

“What the fuck…!!” – Barry yelled, and the two lovers froze. Allison turned around and sat on the bed, beside the man, and looked defiantly at her husband. «She’s not surprised!» – Barry realized in a flash – «She was expecting me to bust them!»

“Motherfucker!!” – the hairy worker yelled at the man, his fists clenched, piercing him with a fiery gaze and menacingly running to him – “How you dare fucking my wife!!”

The man was not a weakling, on the contrary: he had quite a muscular frame, strong biceps and powerful pecs, but was taken aback from Barry’s fury and instinctively protected himself crossing his arms in front of his face and raising a leg. And that was his mistake.

Barry was still hard, horny as a bull, and when he glimpsed at the man’s ass opening in front of his eyes he didn’t think twice. “Fuck for fuck!” – the worker growled, and in a moment he was on the man, pinning him down with his weight; he held the man’s leg up in the air with his torso and pointed his cock to his unprotected hole.

It took to Barry all his strength to force his beer-can cock all the way into the virgin ass with a single thrust, but he was rewarded by the man’s piercing scream of pain. “AAAARRGGHHH!!” – he shouted, before losing consciousness for a few seconds. “Motherfucker!” – Barry shouted again, his cock pounding hard like a sledgehammer – “I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget anytime soon!”

The man tried hard to escape the merciless fuck, to no avail. “Aaahh!! No, man! AAAHH!! Stop! Please man… AAARGH!” – he pleaded, suffering like never in his life, but nothing could ever stop the enraged worker. He plunged deep his cock into the tight hole, forcing it open wide and painfully loosening the strong anal ring.

“How do you like being on the receiving end, motherfucker?” – Barry mocked the man, flashing him a triumphant gaze; he looked straight at the man’s eyes to rejoice his humiliation, but what he saw in those eyes puzzled him: of course there was pain, and humiliation, but also surprise and… lust??

~ Unexpected twist ~

By now, the man had stopped yelling, and was whining softly. His hands, that so far had desperately tried to push away the hairy muscular body, were now motionless, firmly placed on Barry’s chest. The cheated-on husband widened his eyes and let out a chocked gasp when the man started pinching his nipples, tentatively at first, and then more intensely.

Barry gasped with surprise, but didn’t stop the man, enjoying the unexpected pleasure his fingers were giving to his sensitive tits. The tight hole was gripping on his hefty cock like no cunt could ever do, sending heady bolts of pleasure throughout his whole body.

The worker forced his powerful hips to slow down, to make it last, to wait for… what?

Like in a daze, Barry’s hand moved down to the man’s cock and curled his fingers around the rock-hard shaft. For few moments, the men’s eyes flashed with disbelief, but suddenly he moaned and reclined his head. The worker’s hand moved sensually up and down his shaft, and the man couldn’t believe to what was happening to him.

That giant cock that initially had painfully shredded his ass to pieces now was giving him an irresistible pleasure, and that rough hand jacking him off was slowly bringing him to… “No!” – the man gasped, raising his head and giving to Barry a pleading look.

He started shaking his head, slowly, and murmured: “No… No, man…”, but when Barry, with a defiant grin abruptly let the cock go, he groaned in pain. “Please…” – he whined, feeling totally lost under the hairy worker’s dominating sexuality. “Please… what?” – Barry replied in a coarse voice, trying hard to hold his own orgasm. The man started sobbing softly and again shook his head: “I beg you… Don’t make me say it aloud…”

“Please… what?” – Barry insisted with a steely glare in his eyes.  The man took a ragged breath and whined: “Please… let me cum!”.  Immediately, Barry intensified the force of his fuck and tightened his grip on the man’s cock. “Oohh… shit!” – the man moaned loud – “No… noo… Yes! YES! AAAAHH!!”

Barry felt the man’s cock swell in his hand and followed with his eyes the shot of juice that flew high in the air and splatted down on the men’s chest, soon followed by many others. He shoved his cock all the way into the ravaged hole, tilted the head back, all his muscled suddenly tense in the sweet agony of the climax, and a beastly roar exploded from his throat: “GGGHHHAAAA!!!”

Never in his life he had experienced such a mind-blowing orgasm. His cock became rigid as a steel rod and shot countless jets of hot semen deep into the man’s anus; his prostate ached for the exertion of the seemingly endless ejaculation, and Barry yelled, and yelled, until the tension slowly subsided and he exhaled loudly, bowing his head on his heaving chest.

He stood motionless for a moment, and then looked at the man, unable to make any sense of what had just happened; the man stared back at him with equal uncertainty. They heard a gasp coming from their side and both turned to look at Allison, who was aghast.

She looked at Barry wide-eyed and breathed: “You’ve never cum so hard with me…”. And then a sudden anger flared in her eyes and she repeated, screaming: “You’ve never cum so hard with me! Fuck you! Fuck you both!! Now I understand why you were always too ‘tired’ to fuck me! What a faggot you are, Barry!! You’re a fuckin’ faggot!! You disgust me! Get out of this house! GET OUT!! NOW!!”

She was hysterical! She pushed hard Barry to the door: “Get out of my life!!”, and then she turned around and pointed a finger to the man still lying on the bed: “And you too, cocksucker! Fuck off, along with your new boyfriend!!”

In a matter of seconds both Barry and the man were out of the main door, in the street, quickly putting on the few clothes they could gather while Allison furiously threw them out.

The man gave to Barry a guilty glance. “Do you have a place where to spend the night?” – he asked, embarrassed – “I live across the street, in that red brick house. Oh, by the way, I’m Darren”. He tentatively put out his hand, but Barry looked at him angrily: “Fuck you!” – he growled, then turned around and went away.

~ Barry’s world crumbles ~

The worker headed to the nearest bar, furious, and sat on a stool. He gulped down a beer, and then a shot, and then another, and then… he didn’t stop. «What a bitch!» – he thought, angry. «Who knows how many cocks she’s ridden behind my back!»

Barry started looking around at the other men sitting in the room, his mind addled by the too many drinks, and wondered how many of them had fucked Allison. «Probably most of them! She’s such a bitch!» – he thought ruefully. He started wondering how did she choose her lovers… «By the size of their cocks, what else!» – he considered, gazing with growing intensity at the patrons’ crotches, evaluating the length and the girth of their manhood by the bulge in their pants.

Dazed as he was, he didn’t realize how some guys were bothered by his insistent glances. One of them stood up and got closer, with a menacing expression: “Are you a fag or what? You better blip outta here until you can still walk!”

Barry rose his drunk gaze and blurred: “Wanna fuck my wife, stud? She’s a bitch, you know…”. Then he threw a couple bills on the bar and stumbled out of the door. He walked aimlessly for a bit, until his feet led him to Beau’s front door. He entered with the keys Beau had given him, went to the living room, stripped naked and crushed on the camping bed that Beau and Kale had left there when they moved up to the attic.

While he was slowly drifting to sleep, his intoxicated mind wandered. He saw again, before his closed eyes, Allison riding the man’s cock… that long, rigid cock… How it felt hot and hard in his hand when he wanked it! (“Please… let me cum!”)… That Darren guy had got what he deserved… (“Stop! Aaahh!!”)… His ass was so tight that it  milked the most powerful orgasm out of Barry’s cock… (“GGGHHAAA!!”).

“What a faggot you are Barry!” – Allison’s voice resounded in his ears. «No! I just punished him!» – Barry thought, angrily, as if he was replying to his wife’s accusation – «I shredded to pieces that guy’s ass! That tight, hot ass! I had to!».  “You’ve never cum so hard with me…!”.  «I couldn’t help it! He was so tight… and he looked at me with those pleading eyes…! My tits were on fire, and his hands… his hands…»

Barry groaned, in a dazed desperation, unable to understand what his mind was refusing to acknowledge. He turned on his belly and realized that his cock was rock hard. “Bitch! Bitch!” – he murmured, grinding his meat on the mattress with short, powerful thrusts – “Take it! Take it!”. In his mind he was talking to Allison, while humping hard the mattress, but in front of his eyes he could see only Darren, his pleading eyes, his muscular chest, his handsome face devastated by the pain of the brutal defloration, his warm voice begging ‘Let me cum… Let me cum…’

“Nnnngghh!!” – the hairy man moaned into the pillow, while his cock exploded in another mind-blowing orgasm. Shot after hot shot, his semen soaked the mattress, and soon the dazed man fell into a deep slumber.

~ A straight hot worker ~

At dawn, Kale woke up in his bed, beside Beau. It was still dazzling for him waking up in the morning beside him: it had been only few months since that wonderful man, in Paris, had made him discover and accept his true nature [12], which he had tried hard to ignore for many long years.

Without bothering to get dressed, he went down to make some coffee, but when he landed in the living room he froze, spotting Barry sleeping naked on the camping bed. His eyes feasted on his wide chest, completely covered with a thick black fur pierced only by his meaty pink nipples; he lowered his gaze to the sculpted abs, and then looked in astonishment at the thickest cock he’d ever seen.

He knew that the worker was married, and he’d never revealed to him that he and Beau were not just two roommates, as Barry believed, but lovers. Unwilling to embarrass him, he silently headed to the kitchen; but when he was walking past the bed a strong hand held him by his wrist: “You’ve come to fuck my wife, too?” – Barry growled, still dazed by the booze. Holding Kale, he unsteadily stood up and looked straight at him with a menacing, and yet lustful glare in his eyes: “Fine with me. But there’s a price to pay, y’know…”

Abruptly, he shoved Kale on the bed and locked both of his wrists with one of his big, strong hands; with his other hand, he reached to Kale’s leg and pulled it up until it rested on his shoulder. Kale felt the huge, hard cock pushing on his nether portal and he instinctively clenched it. He looked in alarm into the man’s eyes, shocked by the unexpected assault by that supposedly straight (but definitely gorgeous) man, and gasped when he spotted in his eyes an unspeakable desperation, an almost childish need of reassurance: those were the eyes of a lost man asking for help. Kale felt deeply touched by the intensity of the man’s gaze and was overwhelmed by the indescribable mix of his childish insecurity and his powerful manliness.

Barry was about to spear the clenched ass like he’d done with Darren, but he hesitated, for a reason he himself couldn’t understand. “It will hurt…” – the rugged worker warned, feeling guilty in advance. “Then hurt me…” – the Hawaiian breathed. Barry held his breath in disbelief and widened his eyes when he felt Kale’s sphincter relax and open up for him to invade it.

Instead of shoving his cock in, he eased it into the warm hole slowly, enjoying the exquisite sensation he was feeling as much as the ecstatic expression spreading on the Kale’s face. Unbelievable as it seemed, the man was willingly surrendering to him! And in such a sweet way, with such a complete submission that left him astonished. None of the women he’d laid with ever did anything like that. That man was totally  entrusting himself to him, and Barry felt he could never, ever hurt him.

~ Fear of love ~

Barry started pumping his hefty cock slowly, back and forth, caressing Kale’s insides; he let the man’s wrists go, knowing that he wouldn’t want to go anywhere. When free, Kale raised one hand and gently placed it on Barry’s stubbled jaws, still looking deep into his eyes. “Please, man…” – Kale begged. “Please… what?” – the man asked, startled.

“Please, give it to me… Let me feel it… All the way…”

The hairy worker felt like he was living in a dream, but it wasn’t a beautiful dream, it was rather a nightmare. He was fucking… no, he was making love to a man! A man, for god’s sake! How could his muscular ass… feel so good?? How could his total, complete submission make his heart melt that way?!

“No… You can’t do this to me…” – he breathed, starting to panic – “That’s not me! I’m not a fuckin’ faggot!!”. His hips paced up and he started pounding Kale’s ass harder and harder, furiously. His ears resounded with Darren’s moans (“Yes! Aaahhh!!”) and Allison stinging words (“What a faggot you are, Barry!”).

“I will split your ass!” –Barry yelled with growing anger – “You will regret making me doing this! It was your fault! I’ll make you…”

“Aaahhh!” – Kale moaned in ecstasy, when his untouched cock started spurting thick streaks of sperm all over his chest. Barry gasped, completely taken aback by this man, who had submitted to him so completely that his angry fuck had given him a spontaneous orgasm.

Guilt and lust mixed in Barry’s soul, melting in a fiery lava that rushed to his cock and exploded in a body-shaking climax. “AAAGGHHH!!!” – he screamed, while the lava erupted from his stiff cock deep into Kale’s bowels. His powerful hips pounded frantically the muscular ass, while his man juice flooded the ravaged hole.

Barry was still ejaculating when tears welled in his eyes; as soon as the orgasm finally subsided, he crushed on Kale, sobbing like he’d never done since he was a child: “What’s wrong with me…? Help me man… I don’t know what’s happening to me…!” – he cried out, hiding his face into Kale’s chest.

Kale raised his eyes and looked over the man’s shoulders… and there was Beau! He was standing naked near the bed, looking at them bewildered. Kale realized how much Beau was angry with him: he was sort of cheating on him, after all! But that was too an important moment for Barry, and Kale looked plaintively at Beau, begging him with a gesture to stay silent.

He turned again to Barry, took his face into his hands and looked at him with great affection: “But I know what’s happening to you… It happened to me, too, not long ago…” – he whispered, repeating what Beau told him in Paris [13], when he felt lost like Barry; and then he pulled the man’s face and gave him a tender kiss on his lips.

When their lips parted, Kale wiped the tears from Barry’s face and said: “Don’t you ever think there’s something wrong with you, man. There is no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’, here. Just follow your heart and never turn back”.

He looked again over Barry’s shoulder, and saw Beau smiling at him, moved by the tenderness he was showing to the confused man and the ability to bring him by hand into his new, frightening, dazzling life.

Barry flashed an uncertain smile and got off the bed. He turned around and froze, looking at Beau: “Oh! I… I’m sorry… I didn’t…” – he stuttered, embarrassed, but Beau smiled at him: “You heard Kale: there’s no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ here. You are among friends. But what happened? Why aren’t you at home with your wife?”

Barry looked uneasy: “I don’t have a wife anymore… nor a home. We split. I didn’t know where to go and I spent the night here, but don’t worry, I’ll find a place where to live soon…”

Beau glanced at Kale, who smiled and nodded briefly. “Why should you do that?” – the blond man said to the hairy worker – “You’re one of us, you belong to here. Welcome to the Cove.” – he concluded, shaking hands with Barry and pulling him in a tight hug.

~ Rowan and Barry ~

Rowan had been sitting on the floor, motionless, in the pitch-dark room, listening to Barry’s story. He felt honoured to receive Barry’s confidences. Knowing about his past and his troubled arrival at the Cove finally allowed Rowan to see a sharper difference between him and his stepfather. That ‘now-or-never moment’, as Barry had called it, had turned out to be a touching experience for Rowan.

The voice in the darkness said: “May ask you a personal question, kid? Since when you are into men?”.  Rowan hesitated, and then replied: “With hindsight, I’d say since I was a child and looked at the playbill of ‘Gone with the Wind’. I could stare in awe at Clark Gable for hours… Those deep eyes, that squared jaw… What a man!”

Barry chuckled. “Good for you! I, on the other hand, have been into men for only four years… or at least I realized it back then, when I split with my wife. This explains, I think, why I’m so… impetuous, as you said. I have to make up for the lost time! I just can’t get enough!”

He chuckled again, but soon his tone became more serious: “But I understand that with you I’ve been… well… What I mean is… Shit, I’m sorry kid!”.

Listening to Barry’s unexpected apologies, Rowan stifled a gasp and rose his gaze to the darkness, pointing his eyes to the faceless voice. He tried to say something, but he felt his heart in his throat. Following his instinct, he slowly stood up and, for once, threw at the wind his fears and his caution: that was a ‘now-or-never moment’!

He moved a few steps in the darkness and then… he did something he could never think possible.

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 4, ~ Hot passion ~
[2] See Chapter 33, ~ Payback time ~
[3] See Chapter   7, ~ Welcome home! ~
[4] See Chapter 15, ~ Breakfast at sunset ~
[5] See Chapter   4, ~ The nightmare is real ~
[6] See Chapter 26, ~ ‘What have I done?’ ~
[7] See Chapter 22, ~ A caring daddy ~
[8] See Chapter 27, ~ The call of the Cove ~
[9] See Chapter 34, ~ Hospital ~
[10] See Chapter 34, ~ Rowan’s back ~
[11] See Chapter 33, ~ Payback time ~
[12] See Chapter 26, ~ Kale surrenders ~
[13] See Chapter 26, ~ A blond sleeping god ~

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(End of Chapter 36 – Please proceed to Chapter 37)