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. In a last, risky attempt to save their love, Beau flies with Kale to Scotland, to Applecross House; there, they rekindle their love, helped by Brennan, a young valet that inspires such a deep affection to Beau that he takes him as his boy. 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. Making love to Brennan, Rowan fights and wins the fear of having inherited his daddy cruelty. Later, in a pitch-dark room, Rowan has a special “now-or-never moment” with Barry, who talk about his past life as a married man and receives an excruciating act of devotion from the guy. Alex and Barry rescue a black homeless and his boy from a gang of homophobic thugs and bring them to the Cove.

Synopsys

Jorell reveals the shattering drama he was forced to live years before and the reason for his terrible self-punishment. Moved by the man's tale, Beau invites him to join the Cove. Jorell finally gives to LaShawn what he'd been waiting for long. Beau is restless, because feels attracted by Joe (and his humongous cock), but Barry will find a way to soothe his anxiety…

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 ≈ JORELL ≈

~ A long-time unspoken truth ~

In the room, the complete silence was broken only by the stifled sobs of young LaShawn, knelt beside Jorell’s bed. Around him, Kale, Beau and Wahkan were staring in silence at the black man, lying on the bed, covered only by a white towel around his waist.

The man’s last words to Beau, about Jordan’s tragic death [1], were still echoing in the room: “You mourn him dead because you’ve lost him… but at least you had him…”

“You mean…” – Beau asked, already knowing the answer. Jorell raised his eyes to the blond boss, nodded gravely and said in a low voice: “I was desperately, hopelessly in love with Jordan, young sir…”.  Beau widened his eyes and Jorell commented bitterly: “Yeah, that would have been Jordan’s reaction if I’d ever revealed him my love. That’s why I never told him.”

Kale silently moved to pick a couple chairs and placed them near the bed; while Wahkan picked a third chair, Kale brought from the mini-bar a bottle of brandy and five small glasses. “We need something strong, all of us…” – he said, serving the brandy to all the men and the boy, who rose from the floor and sat on the bed beside his master.

After gulping down the brandy, Jorell lay back on the bed and lowered his eyes, embittered: “How could I ever compete with you? You were polished, beautiful as a god, and the master’s son. I was only a ragged black gardener… I used to spend hours looking at Jordan from behind the bushes I was supposed to trim. He was so handsome, so confident!”

“But if you loved him…” – Beau exclaimed, not completely believing to Jorell’s tale – “…how on earth could you do to him… what you did, that night?!”

“Do you remember what Sir Finley said to me, when I hesitated to obey his order?”.  “He said he would have whipped you” – Beau replied. Jorell shook his head: “His exact words were ‘I swear to god I’ll whip you to death, this time!’”

Kale, with his usual attention to details, asked: “This time? Do you mean that Beau’s father used to whip you?”

As a reply, Jorell slowly turned to one side, showing his back to the sitting men, who gasped loud, seeing the cobweb of scars covering his shoulders, his back and especially his ass. After a short while, the man lay on his back again and said: “That night Sir Finley swore to god to lash me to death… and you know, young sir, that your father would have never broken such an oath”.

Jorell looked around at the men, who were staring at him with understanding eyes, and added: “Oh, I know what you are thinking, that I had to do it, I had no choice. That’s not true, I had a choice, I could maybe save my beloved Jordan, I… could choose to be the one to lose his life that night… But I was too coward to do that”.

He took a deep breath and continued: “I even wished my body would take the decision I was not able to take with my mind: if I couldn’t bring myself to an erection, I’d have no choice but disobey Sir Finley, with all that would have meant, but I was seventeen, my body was raging with youthful hormones, and Jordan was so beautiful, so sexy, lying naked on the bed…”

The man stifled a sob and paused, but no one said anything, all the eyes were on him. “Do I really have to tell you everything? Do I have to describe the agony I had to endure when I pinned him down and he looked at me with his beautiful, pleading eyes?  The horror that filled my heart when his heartbreaking screams pierced my ears? The shattering pain that torn me apart when I had to fill with my semen his ravages ass, that ass that I had dreamed millions of time to fuck lovingly?”

“I was in love him! I loved him with all my heart, and I was ripping away his virginity so cruelly! I… I even tried to make him cum! In my desperation, I thought that maybe, if I would make him cum, he could at least give a sense to what I was doing to him! If he had cum, maybe he… would’ve not killed himself that night”. Tears streamed copiously from Jorell’s eyes down to his cheeks. “But he didn’t cum… I didn’t make him cum!”

LaShawn gasped: “So, this is why you always say ‘You didn’t cum’ every time we… ehm…” [2].  Jorell nodded at his boy, wiped his tears with his hand and then turned again to Beau. “That night I thought I had endured the worst ordeal in my life, but I was wrong: the worst had yet to come…”

In the absolute silence, Jorell continued: “It was I the one who found Jordan in the stable, the next morning… I was the one who had to climb up to him to cut the rope, to lay him down on the hay, to dress his naked body… His skin was so pale when I caressed his beautiful face… His lips were so cold when I kissed them… How dearly I regretted to have been such a coward! If I had faced Sir Finley, now I would be the one lying in a grave, and Jordan would be still alive…”

~ Crime-fitting punishment ~

Beau was hit by Jorell’s last words. «Jordan would be still alive…» – he thought, like in a dream. He closed his eyes and for a moment he felt again Jordan’s tender caresses over his skin, his manly smell filling his lungs, their trembling bodies joined in the most intimate way… But it was all gone. He opened his eyes with a deep sigh; the rekindled pain and the renewed sense of loss filling his heart numbed his mind and he said, bitterly: “Yes, he would be here, now, if you hadn’t been so coward!”

The black man didn’t react, at first, but then he replied with a restrained voice: “I don’t remember great display of courage by your side, either. I heard what Paul told you: ‘You’re the master’s son and he’s not’. You know Paul couldn’t really restrain you, you could save Jordan, but you chose not to do it and stay at your father’s side.”

Beau froze. For years he had blamed Joe for Jordan’s death, but he was just trying to bury deep in his heart the unspeakable, unacceptable truth: that night, he himself didn’t do anything to save him! Jordan had called him, had begged him to intervene, but he didn’t do anything.

“I killed him…” – Beau whispered, horrified – “He didn’t commit suicide for the physical pain he had to suffer, but for my turning my back at him! I killed him!”

“No, sir, don’t blame yourself!” – LaShawn exclaimed, speaking with passion – “My master did the same mistake, he’s harshly punished himself for years! Whatever his crime, no man should be punished like that!”

“What you mean, kid?” – Beau asked, and the boy extended a hand to open the towel covering Jorell’s hips. “No!” – the man said, but LaShawn insisted: “He has to know, sir…”

Jorell lowered his eyes, ashamed, and let the boy tear the towel away, revealing the intricate knotted mesh trapping his manhood. The men looked at the constraining underwear with utmost surprise. Kale, expert of restraining devices, immediately recognized it for what it was: a rudimentary hand-made cock cage. “How often do you wear it?” – he asked, and LaShawn replied on behalf of his master: “All the time, sir, he never removes it. I asked so many times to let me take it away!”

“All the time??” – Kale replied to the boy, shocked – “You mean he can’t ever… get hard? Or have sex?”.  LaShawn lowered his eyes and shook his head.

“But… why?” – Beau asked, in disbelief. Jorell looked at him with a resigned expression: “That night your father called for me for just one reason: my huge cock!  I was so proud of my manhood, back then, but that night I learned how deadly a weapon it could be. I couldn’t allow myself to hurt someone else. And… I didn’t deserve to feel again that guilty pleasure, like the night I came into Jordan’s ass. After that night, I decided that my cock and my pleasure had to be restrained forever”.

In a flash, Beau saw Jorell for who he really was: a desperate man, forced to hurt the guy he loved and then bury his body, without even the right to mourn him… A man who had punished himself so harshly for so many years, denying to himself to feel any pleasure and giving up to his own manhood, for a crime that wasn’t really his to pay for.

Beau, for the first time, looked at the black man with a compassionate, almost loving eyes: “You heard your boy, your wise and loyal boy: neither of us is guilty for Jordan’s death. My father is the only one to blame, and he’s long dead. We both need to put our souls at ease and come back to life. So far, neither of us could really do that, but now, together, we can. This is what Jordan would want us to do. Let’s finally throw the past behind our back, both of us. I will never, ever call you Joe again, and you will never address me again as ‘young sir’. Those boys don’t exist anymore. Are you prepared to do it?”

Jorell widened his eyes. After those many years, was he really ready to take such an unexpected and hard step? To finally let Jordan go and forgive himself for what he’d done? To fully trust that man who had been hating him for so long and was about to kill him? He was not that sure… but when he turned to LaShawn and saw his glistening, hopeful eyes, all his doubts vanished. “Yes” – he replied to Beau, while looking at his boy – “It’s about time I give to this loyal kid the love he deserves”. He turned to the blond boss and flashed him a frank, trustful smile: “Let’s do it… Beauregard!”

There was a fleeting exchange of glances between Beau and Kale; the counselor gave to his buddy a knowing smile and nodded. Beau turned to the black man and said: “You know, Jorell, this is much more than the two of us making peace with each other and with ourselves. You are one of us, Jorell, you belong to here, and I want you and LaShawn become part of this house and the wonderful group of men and boys who live here. Never in my life I thought I’d speak these words, but… welcome to the Cove, you and your beautiful, brave boy”.

“This is a dream…” – LaShawn whispered under his breath, without realizing he’d actually spoken; when Beau turned to him, smiling, the boy asked, in disbelief: “You mean we will live here? With you?”  “Yes, kid” – Beau replied with an affectionate tone – “But what I’m offering you is much more: here at the Cove we are a sort of family, we help and love each other, it’s not just a roof on your head and food on the table. There are few rules to respect, and your master is required to find a job…” – he turned to Jorell – “…and I mean a real, respectable job: I’ll help you find one that suits your skills. Are you in?”

Jorell and Beau shook hands, looking intensely at each other, like two long-time friends who finally had made peace after years of hateful separation.

~ Freedom ~

Sealed the mutual pact, the man turned to his boy: “There’s a switchblade in my pocket, kid. Take it…” – he said to LaShawn with a smile, and the boy hastened to gather it and handed it to the man. “No, kid. You do it” – he said, looking down at his own constraining underwear – “You asked so many times to get rid of it and… you’re the main reason why I now don’t need it anymore.”

The black boy opened the knife and looked for one last time at the hatred pouch holding tight his master’s manhood; then, carefully, cut the string running around the waist from both sides. He put the knife away and slowly, lovingly, respectfully peeled away the knotted mesh from the man’s crotch. He almost forgot to breath, looking at that magnificent, long, thick cock slowly being set free from the cage it had been constrained into for many years.

With rapt eyes, the boy stared at the hefty balls slowly extending down and the fat meat disengaging from them and flop on the man’s leg, finally free. “Ooohhh…!” – the boy gasped, uncertain whether to touch it or not, and then lowered his face and gently placed his cheek over the long limp cock.

“Oh, thank you sir! Thank you sir!” – he said, kissing lovingly the long black meat and the hefty rugged balls – “It’s so big! It’s so hot! I love you, sir!”. He scrambled up and gave a passionate, loving kiss to the man, who reciprocated with enthusiasm.

When he recoiled, the happy, ecstatic expression on LaShawn’s face gave way to a sudden marvel, as he realized that the big cock was growing even bigger and thicker under his eyes. As if it was enjoying the newly found freedom, the black snake had decided to rise to its full glory. Everyone in the room looked wide-eyed at the dark meat slowly getting harder, longer, thicker, until it stood up, proudly pointing to the ceiling, in all its astonishing length of more than thirteen inches.

They say that men are either ‘growers’ or ‘showers’, the former having a small flaccid manhood that notably grows longer when hard, and the latter sporting a remarkable dick almost the same size either limp or erected. But Jorell was different, as he was obviously both a ‘grower’ and a ‘shower’: his impressive nine-inch limp snake had grown under the men’s eyes to an astonishing thirteen-inch hard monster black cock crowned by a wide circumcised mushroom head.

“It’s even bigger than I remembered…” – Beau breathed, and suddenly averted his eyes, feeling uneasy.

LaShawn stared at the steel-hard monster rod and felt a fire burning inside him. He glanced at his master with pleading eyes, and the man nodded to him, encouraging him with a loving and excited smile. The boy held the humongous cock with both hands, opened his mouth and closed it around the wide glans. Both the man and the boy held their breath and closed their eyes, overwhelmed by the incredible intimacy of that long-awaited act of love.

Neither of them noticed Kale touching Beau’s and Wahkan’s arm and then silently heading to the door, sensing that master and boy deserved to live that magic, private moment of love alone.

~ Who’s the master? ~

LaShawn worked hard the hot meat with his mouth and tongue, bathing it with his saliva, rejoicing the moans of pleasure of his master, who stood lying on the bed motionless, totally concentrated in the long-forgotten sensations his boy was giving him. After a short while, the boy stopped and recoiled, with a determined, lustful glance in his eyes. He reached to his pants, lying on the floor near the bed, took a tube of lubricant and poured a large amount of greasy fluid on Jorell’s big black cock.

Then, with a mischievous grin, he took his master’s right hand and squeezed a large blob of lubricant on his fingers. He turned around and offered his ass to Jorell: “Please, sir…” – he said in a low voice. He relaxed, waiting to feel his master’s fingers intrude into his ass, but Jorell didn’t move. LaShawn turned his head to the man and was touched by the uncertain, timid expression painted on his face.

“I need you, sir…” – the boy said in a loving tone – “Please…”

Jorell raised his hand to the boy’s ass and smeared the puckered hole with the lubricant, and then started fingering the tight hole slowly, tentatively. “Aaahh… Thank you sir…” – the boy moaned – “Please, go deeper… yes, that way… Now add another finger… aaahh... yes, sir! Keep it coming… keep it coming… that’s it!”

LaShawn had realized that Jorell hadn’t had real sex for many years, possibly since he was seventeen, and was touched by his sudden loss of confidence. He felt natural guiding him, but gently, without being too rough or pushy, letting him take his time, like a master with an inexperienced boy… except that the boy, that special night, was Jorell.

While the man massaged and loosened his hole, the boy massaged the enormous cock in front of him with a little worried look: during the years he’d been Jorell’s boy, he had guessed that the man was very well endowed, but not in his wildest dreams he had imagined that his manhood could be that over-sized.

He wasn’t sure how much of it he could take up his ass; but he was determined to discover it, whatever it would take. “Thank you, sir” – he said seductively – “That’s enough. I’m ready”.

He turned around, still kneeling astride his master’s hips, but he realized that the cock was too long, so he had to stand up and slowly squat over the rigid pole, until the mushroom head rested on his well lubricated sphincter.

He closed his eyes, concentrated on relaxing his anus as much as he could and started lowering his ass down, a fraction of inch at a time, holding the long shaft with his hand to keep it straight. He felt the big glans push firmly on his hole, trying a difficult entrance. «Almost there… Here it goes…» – the boy thought, shivering in anticipation for the upcoming penetration.

“No…” – Jorell murmured with hoarse voice – “No, kid…”

LaShawn opened his eyes and was surprised to see a tense, distressed expression on his master’s face. “No, kid, don’t do it…” – the man repeated – “It’s too big… it will hurt you…”. Jorell’s eyes were wet. “It had already caused too much pain… I can’t… I can’t do that to you!”

The boy felt his heart throb with sheer love for his master, so rough on the outside, but so tender inside. “Shh… Don’t say anything, sir” – LaShawn said with a soothing tone – “The past is gone. Now leave everything to me and I’ll make you feel good. You have nothing to worry about”. While talking with calm, confident voice, he continued pushing down, until he gasped, feeling the big knob forcing open his hole and slipping inside him.

He didn’t stop and kept lowering his ass over the long cock, inch by inch, until he felt he could take no more. He felt completely stuffed by the giant meat! He reached down with his hand and realized that he had taken almost two-thirds of the humongous cock, but he wanted more, he wanted to take it all! The boy had dreamed that moment for years, and now that the dream had become true, he wanted it to be perfect!

Jorell guessed what his boy was thinking of, and shook his head: “No, boy… Please… If you get hurt I…”

LaShawn leaned over his master and looked deeply into his eyes. “Do you love me, sir?” – he asked with utmost sweetness. “More than anything” – the man replied under his breath. “Then kiss me” – the boy whispered, lowering his lips over Jorell’s and locking their mouths in an air-sealed ravenous kiss.

While their tongues hungrily searched each other, LaShawn pushed his ass back, on the hard meat already filling his bowels to  the limit. He felt a searing pain, when the swollen mushroom head forced open his inner sphincter, and his eyes filled up with tears, but he didn’t stop. With fierce determination, he pushed hard, letting the enormous rod painfully break one by one his inner defenses, glad that Jorell, while kissing him, couldn’t see the grimace of pain painted on his own face. Stifling a scream, he pushed hard one last time and suddenly felt his master’s pubes tickling his overstretched anus.

He stopped kissing the man and raised his head to look at him with a tender, and yet proud smile: “You’re inside me, sir. All the way”. Jorell widened his eyes, realizing that his boy’s ass cheeks were firmly pressed against his groin. LaShawn started moving his hips up and down, very slowly, until his chute got used to the big invader and the pain subsided a little; and then increased the pace of his ride. He was ecstatic! Finally he had taken his master’s cock up his ass! All the fucking thirteen inches of it!

~The last step ~

Jorell was ecstatic, too, both for the sweet, erotic feeling of his manhood squeezed by the tight ass and for the joy painted on his boy’s face. For all those years he’d felt guilty for not giving him what he craved for, but now, finally, he could really satisfy his boy’s needs.

And all that was possible thanks to LaShawn, who, with tender determination, could turn the table, take his master by hand and bring him back to the joys of man sex, dispelling his fears, comforting his anxious soul and confidently guiding him in a world that he had sternly refused to explore since his teen years.

«I wonder who’s the master and who’s the boy…» – Jorell amusedly though at one point, looking at the guy masterfully riding his rock-hard huge cock, and his smile grew even wider. He’d have gone on forever, but his sensitive manhood was screaming for his need to explode. “Kid… I can’t hold much longer…” – he said, and immediately LaShawn stopped, resting his ass on the man’s groin.

“There’s one last step for you to take, sir…” – the boy said, leaning back and pulling the man over him. He locked his legs around the man’s waist and looked deep into his eyes. “Take me, sir. Please, make me feel I’m your boy...”

Jorell tensed, feeling thrown for a moment back to that small room at Rice-Duncan Mansion, with his beloved Jordan under him, screaming for the pain he himself was inflicting him.

“No, sir” – LaShawn said, noticing the man’s frown and taking his face into his hands – “This is me, I love you, I need to feel you inside me. There will be no more pain. Your cock can give so much pleasure! Fuck me, sir, fuck me hard, and I will cum for you. This time you will make me cum”.

Jorell listened with teary eyes to his boy’s words and his heart was about to explode for the overwhelming love he felt for him. He couldn’t believe LaShawn still loved him so much after discovering what he’d done to Jordan. ‘This time you will make me cum’, the boy had said, obviously referring to the pain his master had felt that night, when he couldn’t lessen Jordan’s pain giving him at least a little pleasure.

“Please…” – the boy pleaded, snapping Jorell out of his thoughts. He looked down to the young eager face looking back at him and his hips started moving, slowly at first, and then pounding harder, in and out the tender ass. “This is a dream, sir…!” – LaShawn screamed, getting totally lost into his master’s newly found sexual confidence.

“Fill me up, sir! Aaah… Give it to me!” – the boy said with a chocked voice – “Please cum inside me, sir…”

Jorell didn’t need to be told twice: he had been holding back for way too long! “I love you so much, kid! Here it comes… Aaahh… AAAAAHH!!”. LaShawn could clearly feel the first shot of juice running through the long shaft buried deep inside him, and then many others; the warm liquid bathed his fiery depths, while the thick cock throbbed wildly inside him. The erotic sensation was too much for the boy, who lost control and was shook by a violent orgasm. His cock exploded and spurted countless powerful streaks of white cream across his torso and up to his chin.

Both the man and the boy needed a moment to catch their breath, after the massive ejaculation trailed off. LaShawn then looked up at Jorell: “Thank you sir…” – he murmured, smiling with affection; and his grateful, submissive tone restored the usual roles of master and boy, that that night had been so unexpectedly reversed.

~The naked truth ~

One floor above, in the attic, Beau was pacing his room, nervous and restless, under Kale’s puzzled eyes. In an effort to calm his buddy down, or at least understand what was going on in his mind, the counselor tried to make a little conversation.

“You did well, to invite Jorell and LaShawn to join the Cove…”.  “Uh-huh...” – was Beau’s only reply. Kale persisted: “I actually pity him for how he punished himself all these years, locking his dick into that restraining pouch. It must’ve been so painful…”.  “Uh-huh…” – Beau murmured again, getting tense.

“But when his cock was finally set free and rose to a full erection, I couldn’t believe how big it was! It must be thirteen inches, at least!”.  “Uh-huh…!” – the blond boss growled, visibly nervous, turning his back to Kale.

“Have you seen LaShawn ecstatic expression? I bet by now he’s riding that enormous black cock like there’s no tomorrow…”

“Can’t we talk about anything else but Jorell’s cock??” – Beau snapped, without turning around to face his friend – “I’ve seen it! It’s long, hard and hot, OK? Are you happy, now?”

“Why are you so upset?” – Kale asked, meekly – “You’re a grown-up man, you’ve seen many cocks in your life… Now, I understand that you don’t see such an oversize cock any day… I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, it was so thick and long, and… black!”

“Damn, Kale!” – Beau shouted, turning to his buddy – “I don’t wanna talk about Joe’s big black cock!! Is it so hard to understand?”

Kale gazed at his lover, surprised by his angry reaction. And then he lowered his eyes to his crotch, where the pants couldn’t conceal an obvious erection. The counselor silently questioned Beau, unable to fully understand what that physical reaction really meant. Beau’s expression changed from anger to shame, and then sorrow, guilt, lust, in a swirl of confused emotions.

The blond boss tried to talk, but no words came out of his mouth. He averted his wet eyes and fumbled around, until he finally crashed on the bedside, holding his face. “I’m a monster, a horndog!” – he cried out. He shyly raised his gaze to Kale and confessed: “I lusted for him, for Joe. When I saw his cock, so huge, black and hard, I lusted for him!”.  Kale was still puzzled and replied, tentatively: “I too lusted for him, when I saw his cock…”

“You don’t understand, Kale! I lusted for him… that night! When he pinned down Jordan and stroked his cock to a full erection, I gasped in shock, as I had never imagined a man could have such a big cock. It was so thick, hard, shiny with spit, and Joe looked so powerful, so confident, so… manly! Jordan, my one and only love, was about to be savagely raped and I could only think to Joe’s cock! I could do nothing but wonder how it would feel to engulf that mushroom head with my mouth and to be fucked by that black stud...”

Beau sprang on his feet, clearly on the verge of an emotional burst. “I… I… God help me, I wanted to be in the place of Jordan!”

Kale was aghast. Never in his life he could ever guess what Beau had just revealed. He didn’t know what to say, and all he could do was taking his lover into his arms and hold him tight, to let him know, at least, that he was not judging him.

The blond man was trembling, unable to forgive himself for what he felt that dramatic night, now that he finally confessed it to Kale and himself. “I’m lost, Kale…” – he whispered into his lover’s ear – “I really don’t know what to do…”.  The Hawaiian held him at arm’s length, stood silent for a short while and then replied: “I say, go for it. Go for it, man!”

“What you mean?” – Beau asked, wide-eyed. “Isn’t that obvious?” – the Hawaiian replied – “You need to go to Joe… Jorell, and tell him. And then let him fuck you senselessly. You are obsessed by that black cock, and what that cock did to Jordan that night. And you’ll be stuck with your obsession until you don’t turn it into reality. For one night, you have to… be Jordan”.

Beau sat on the bed, in a mild state of shock. “I’m not sure I can do it…” – he murmured. “Think about it. Take your time” – Kale replied in a loving tone – “In the meantime, I’ll go downstairs, it’s been a long day and I need to relax with my favourite book.”

He turned around and went away, leaving Beau sitting on the bedside, staring at the door that Kale had closed behind him. Being fucked by Joe… Being speared by that humongous cock, like Jordan… Rationally, it made sense, but actually doing it seemed almost impossible. And besides, Joe… Jorell could just refuse to do that.

And still, just thinking about that black snake slowly raising from his knotted cage to its incredible full length made his heart and dick throb.

~Payback time ~

The sudden noise of his door crashing open snapped Beau out of his confused thoughts. “It’s payback time, stud!” – Barry growled from the doorway. He was bare-chested, wearing only his dirty jeans.

“Payback time?” – Beau asked, jumping on his feet – “For what?”

“Who cares? I don’t remember!” – the hairy laborer said with a dismissive gesture of his hand – “But whatever the reason, you’re going to be punished. I warned you, when you came to the quarry last time [3]. Strip! Now!”

Beau felt like he was living something in between a nightmare and a dream. His hands moved quickly, on their own, almost without realizing what was happening. When completely naked, Beau reclined on the bed, and looked at Barry undress and climb on the bed above him.

His mind was reeling, filled with images of Jordan and Joe that overlapped with the astonishing sight of Barry’s massive torso, covered with a thick layer of black hair. His pale blue eyes were lasers that pierced Beau, reaching his innermost recesses, and his thick cock pointed menacingly at him.

“Please, don’t hurt me… Not tonight…” – Beau pleaded, dazzled, still shaken by the painful memories he had just shared with Kale. Barry grunted and replied harshly: “You will take whatever I decide to dish at you!”. He was acting roughly, but he was deeply touched by his buddy’s plea: after all, Kale was right when he said that Barry, despite his overactive sexuality, had a heart bigger than his cock.

Still wearing his threatening mask, Barry leaned over the nightstand, where there was a jar of lubricant, and took a glob of slimy gel, that he used to thoroughly oil up his thick hard cock, something he never did with the men. “Assume the position!” – he barked – “And don’t you dare to cum! You listen, man? No matter what, you won’t cum!”

Beau nodded in silence and raised his legs, offering his ass to the hairy man and waiting for his punishment. He was sure that Barry would’ve mercilessly shoved his big cock inside him to the hilt, but he was proved wrong. The bulky man entered him slowly, with great care, waiting for Beau’s anal ring to relax and accommodate the huge meat.

Then he started thrusting his hips back and forth, with a slow, steady rhythm; and every time he pushed his hard tool deep inside the tender ass and hit the joy nut, the blond man moaned in ecstasy.

“If this is a punishment, I want you to punish me every day…” – Beau murmured with slurred voice, keeping his eyes shut and tossing his head from side to side. “You ain’t seen nothing yet” – Barry growled – “I came to punish you and you’ll get punished. You can’t come out with a stunt like that and get away with it!”

“What stunt…?” – Beau asked again, and got the same answer as before: “Don’t remember, and I don’t give a shit! All I know is that I’ll make you suffer and beg, tonight, man!”

Barry ramped up the pounding, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into the now loosened chute. Beau was writhing with pleasure: “Oui… Oui… You’re such a stud, man! Ah! I can’t hold it any more…”

“Don’t you dare to cum!” – the hairy worked barked – “Don’t let me say it again!”

The blond man made a visible effort to restrain himself, groaning loud for the exquisite discomfort. Barry went on easing his thick cock in and out the quivering ass, constantly checking the writhing man not to push him too far. Viciously, he pushed his rod deep inside him, until he felt his glans resting on the man’s inner sphincter.

“I said don’t cum…” – Barry repeated, with a steely voice, and with a powerful thrust he broke into the man’s deepest cavity. “NNNNGGHH!!” – Beau moaned, putting a heroic effort to stop his juice from erupting from his cock. “No, man… You’re torturing me… Let me cum… I beg you…”

“No!” – the worker yelled – “I’m tired of your whining!”.  He grabbed the blond man’s balls and squeezed them hard, to prevent his ejaculation, and gave free rein to his lust, pounding the tender ass with furious thrusts. “Here it comes, man!” – Barry yelled – “Yeah… Fuck YEAH!!”

Beau was in a crazed state, with his balls painfully crushed by the worker’s strong hand, his own pent-up juice screaming for release and his bowels flooded by gallons of hot man cream. Barry slowed down, while his orgasm trailed off. When done, he released Beau’s balls and pulled out from his ass.

The blond boss raised his head, silently questioning his buddy, who looked down at his shrinking cock, smeared with sperm and lubricant, and ordered: “Clean it!”.  Beau took some tissues from a box and hastened to clean the soft cock carefully, wondering what Barry had in store for him. He needed to cum so badly!

~Desperate to cum ~

When done, Beau recoiled and looked eagerly at Barry, waiting for his command. But much to his dismay, the worker got off the bed, picked up his discarded jeans and headed to the door. “Where are you going?!” – Beau yelled, alarmed – “Let me cum! I need to cum!”

Barry turned around and said briefly: “This is your punishment”. He turned again to the door, but Beau rushed to him: “No man! You can’t leave me this way! I beg you, let me cum!”

“I’m done, I’m totally spent, can’t you see it?” – Barry replied, looking down at his limp cock. Beau fell on his knees and took the flaccid cock in his trembling hands. He was in a sexual frenzy: “No! I can make you hard again! Don’t go away!” – he said, taking the soft meat in his mouth and sucking it hard, with desperate determination. He gently squeezed the man’s balls, pinched his ass cheeks and ran his fingers across his firm abdomen, in a strenuous effort to make him hard again.

He felt the cock grow thicker in his mouth and he doubled his efforts. He backed up and started stroking the now half-erect cock with his hand: “I don’t care what you do to me!” – Beau pleaded, his mind intoxicated by the testosterone flowing freely in his veins – “Shred my ass to pieces, crush my balls, whatever! But don’t go away! Don’t go away! I need you, man!”

Barry, now fully hard, dropped his jeans and grabbed Beau, forcing him to stand and shoving him on the bed. “You asked for it!” – he growled, and soon he was towering again over the blond man, who was already holding his legs up and apart, eagerly waiting to be impaled. He was not disappointed: knowing that his ass was already loosened and slick with lubricant and sperm, Barry shoved his cock inside, all the way, with a single mighty thrust.

He started fucking his buddy at a frantic pace, slamming hard his cock into his fiery depths, over and over, until Beau started crying out loud for the overwhelming pleasure. “May I cum, buddy? Please, tell me I may cum!”

Barry slowed down and leaned forward, until his face was at an inch from Beau’s and his hairy torso war firmly pressed against him, trapping his hard, throbbing cock between the two stiff abdomens. At each thrust of his cock into Beau’s ass, he brushed his hairy abs over the man’s trapped manhood, giving him a maddening sensation. “I love you, man” – Barry said with tender voice – “You can cum whenever you…”

“AAAGGHH!!” – Beau screamed, without even letting Barry finish his phrase. His overstimulated cock exploded in a massive orgasm, and soon the two abdomens, shifting over each other, were lubricated by an insane amount of slick man juice. Barry looked deeply into his friend’s eyes and said: “This is for you, buddy…”. He leaned forward and gave to Beau a ravenous open-mouth kiss, while once again he flooded his ass with his hot cream.

When the last throbs of their cock subsided, Barry got off the bed and looked down at the disheveled blond man, who smiled back at him with a serene, satisfied expression. No trace of his previous doubts and fears about Joe, Jordan and himself were visible any more on his beautiful features. Beau felt great: Barry’s oversexed attitude always could put him back on his tracks. «If he only knew how much I needed that…» – Beau though, thinking back to his painful confession to Kale.

“I can see you liked it” – Barry said with a proud smirk – “This cock is prime beef, you won’t ever find anything better. But if you want to taste some chocolate, go for it. If you got an itch, just scratch it!”

And with those last words, Barry picked up again his jeans and, naked as the day he was born, turned around and went away.

It took a moment to Beau to elaborate what Barry had just said. «He knows it! He must have talked to Kale!». And then everything was clear to him: «He came here on purpose, the punishment was just an excuse… He did it all for me!»

A wide, affectionate smile spread on Beau’s face when he thought that Barry really had a heart bigger than his cock.

That day had been a real rollercoaster for Beau: the struggling visit to the stable, the unexpected arrival of Joe, the hard truth revealed by the man, his joining the Cove, the confession to Kale and then the crazy, healing sex with Barry. A sudden exhaustion overtook him, and without showering, or even cleaning his torso from his own sperm, Beau closed his eyes, still wearing a wide, contented smile on his face.

Two floors below, another guy, Chayton, was soundly sleeping after a rollercoaster day: the hot sex with Kale in the spa, the sudden arrival of LaShawn with his master, the difficult clarification with Wahkan… The Sioux boy rolled on the bed, fast asleep, and a tender smile spread on his face, dreaming of a young black stud spurting his boy juice, lost in the ecstasy of his climax...

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 22, ~ Unforgiveable sin ~
[2] See Chapter 37, ~ Crime and Punishment ~
[3] See Chapter 27, ~ The call of the Cove ~

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(End of Chapter 39 – Please proceed to Chapter 40)