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 Jorell, a black homeless, and his boy LaShawn from a gang of homophobic thugs and bring them to the Cove. Jorell is actually Joe, the former gardener who raped Jordan (Beau’s first love), causing his death. Beau and Joe, with a dramatic clarification, come to terms with their past, but Beau hates himself for being obsessed by Jorell’s humongous black cock.

Synopsys

Rowan's past life on the streets takes its toll and he gets in trouble with the Law. Alex intervenes, and Rowan takes another step in his long journey: learning to surrender to authority. The sexual tension between Chayton and LaShawn raises to dangerous levels, but the boys act responsibly. Rick is jealous, because Stewart has a date with a mysterious man: who could he be? 

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~ Book 02 (Chapter 11-20) with bookmarks and PictureBook02 with NSFW images
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 ≈ LAW ENFORCEMENT ≈ 

~ A hot picture ~

In the morning, Kale woke up and went downstairs to have breakfast; crossing the living room, he spotted Stewart, with a magazine on his lap and looking at nowhere with an inscrutable expression on his face, an odd mix of sadness, lust and guilt.

“Earth to Stewart…!” – Kale joked – “What’s up buddy? You look like you’re on another planet…”

Stu snapped out of his thoughts and flashed a faint smile at the counselor. “Hey, man! I was just thinking that life is odd… Sometimes your past jumps out from nowhere and bites your neck when the least you expect it…”

Kale raised an eyebrow, puzzled by the airman’s words. “Here, take a look” – Stewart said, handing to his buddy the magazine, open at a specific page. There was an advertisement for a summer resort, with a handsome guy in his late twenties, wearing a tight white speedo, leisurely lying on a chaise-long with an exotic drink in his hand.

“Nice bulge!” – Kale commented, giggling and pointing to the guy’s hefty cock, clearly outlined under the wet white fabric – “Do you know this resort?”.  “I know him” – Stewart replied – “The name’s Drew”.

Kale frowned for a moment, trying to remember when he had heard that name; then, all of the sudden, he widened his eyes: “You mean that Drew? The one you talked about during your… ehm… trial? [1]”

The airman nodded gravely. “That’s precisely him. The guy who was dating Rick, but I forced my boy not to see any more. That morning, during the trial, you opened my eyes, Kale, when you made me realize that I did that as a revenge because Drew had turned me down. And that made my shame sting even harder…”

“But haven’t you ever talked about Drew with Rick?” – the counselor inquired – “He’s such a good-hearted boy, and loves you so much, I’m more than sure that he has forgiven you…”

“He may have, but I didn’t. I forced Rick to cut that relationship too abruptly, I didn’t even let them say goodbye to each other…  I tried to throw this shameful part of my life behind my back, but as you can see…” – Stu replied, pointing at the magazine – “…the past sometimes stabs you in the back when you least expect it”.

Kale smiled with affection and said: “If I may give a piece of advice… which you actually didn’t ask for… (Stewart giggled, shaking his head) …you have nothing to worry about. Rick loves you like crazy and knows we’re not perfect, we make mistakes. You’ve made a mistake, that’s all. And looking at this picture” – the Hawaiian concluded with a wink – “I can easily guess why you did it!”

~ The rules of the Cove ~

He gave back the magazine to Stewart and headed to the dining room to have breakfast. After a short while, he was joined by Jorell and LaShawn, who entered the dining room and widened their eyes, looking at the hearty buffet breakfast that Rick, like every morning, had prepared.

“Good morning, guys!” – Kale said jovially – “Have a seat and enjoy your breakfast”.  LaShawn was astonished: “You mean that all this delicious food is for us?”

“Maybe you could leave something for the other men, too” – Kale joked – “But yes, this is for you, too. Our resident chef, Hendrick, takes pride in pampering us with excellent breakfasts, lunch and dinners… and mid-morning snacks, brunches and whatever we may need!”

Jorell and his boy sat at the table and helped themselves generous portions of scrambled eggs, toasts and almost everything on the table, and wolfed down their food with a joyful and satisfied expression that moved Kale.

“I’m glad you came down, I need to have a word with the two of you” – Kale said after a while – “I just wanted to explain how things work here at the Cove. You see, we are a very tight and… close group of men and boys, we could say we all love each other, and often this leads to… ehm… sexual encounters. But we all follow some strict rules that you too have to accept, if you want to live here.”

The two black guys listened to Kale very attentively, nodding. “The first and most important rule is to never have sex with anyone outside the Cove: we take great care in our health, and there may be also… emotional problems. There’s a delicate balance to preserve, and we don’t want to hurt each other with… careless relationships. I hope I made my point…”

“Perfectly” – Jorell confirmed, with a frank smile, and Kale continued: “And this brings me to my second point: you should take a complete physical check-up and blood tests. Please, don’t get me wrong, we have nothing against you, but we all have a responsibility towards each other. We all must keep ourselves perfectly clean, from both diseases and… drugs.”

“Never done drugs in my life, and my boy… he’s clean, now” – Jorell stated with firm voice – “…but we’ll do as you ask. We owe you all. Though, you understand that my sexual life, so far, has been almost non-existent…”

Kale thought back at the hand-made constraining pouch that the man had constantly worn for years and his heart went to him. He extended his arm across the table and placed his hand over Jorell’s, who smiled. “I have the idea that you will make up for the lost time, here” – the counselor said with a wink – “Soon there will be a long line of men and boys out of your door, all hoping to have a piece of that… black snake of yours!”

They all had a hearty laugh. “And here it comes another rule…” – Kale continued, turning serious – “No one can ever be forced to do something he doesn’t want to. Sometimes we play hard, of course, but we always play safe, using safe words and taking great care of each other. Provided that no one is forced, anything goes, here at the Cove. But if you don’t want to hurt anyone, remember the rule of thumb: boys with boys is OK; men with men is OK; men with boys, only with the master’s permission.”

LaShawn suddenly looked very interested in this last rule: “So… boys with boys is OK without asking permission or anything?”

Kale flashed a knowing smile: “I know what particular boy you are thinking of… Yes, it’s OK, but not until you take a complete physical! Speaking of which, you can go to the medical center next to the Mall, tell them that Beau sent you: he has an open account there and will take care of the cost of the exams”.

Jorell stood up and shook hands with Kale: “Thank you, man. I really don’t know what to say. This is…”  “…a dream!” – LaShawn completed his master’s phrase, causing other hearty laughs.

~ Busted by a cop ~

That morning, Rowan had got up early. Beau had assigned him an important role in the renovation of Rice-Duncan Mansion, which required to talk often with the architect, the landscape expert and the workers, and he realized he needed to be dressed more properly. So, first thing in the morning, he took some of the money he had earned with his job at the quarry and headed to the Mall.

He wandered along the isles and browsed the stands with a sense of uneasiness, as that was… the very first time he went shopping! During the long years he lived on the streets he could only rely on kind people’s gifts and charity, he never had money to spend in a clothing shop.

The clothes piled on the shelves seemed to be millions, there were so many sizes and colors and styles to choose from, and Rowan was about to give up. Probably he should have gone there with Rick, but he wanted to buy a gift for him, too, and didn’t want to spoil his surprise…

He almost jumped on his feet when a voice said behind him: “May I help you?”.  Rowan turned around and saw a young female clerk smiling at him. “Oh! Er… I… There are so many pieces of clothing here…” – the guy blubbered, making the girl laugh: “This is a clothing shop!”. She looked Rowan into his eyes and her sudden hilarity trailed off into a modest smile, while a light blush appeared on his cheeks. “If you tell me what you are looking for, I can help you…” – she said, blushing even more when Rowan flashed her a thankful smile.

“I need a couple of T-shirts my size, something colourful, but… not too much! I mean, something elegant… but not too much!”

The girl laughed again and said: “Come with me”. In less than fifteen minutes, Rowan was proudly handing some money to the cashier, paying for the very first clothes he’d ever bought. “Don’t you need a bag?” – the cashier asked, surprised, when Rowan stuffed the T-shirts in his backpack. He felt a great embarrassment for not thinking that shops usually provide bags and murmured: “No… thank you”, grabbed the change and the receipt and ran away.

In his inexperience, he couldn’t even know that clothes are protected with anti-theft tags, and that the cashier, taken aback by his odd behavior, had forgotten to deactivate them. He was already tense and embarrassed, and when at the exit the alarm started ringing loud and all the eyes turned to him, he couldn’t think anything better than run out as fast as he could.

“Not so fast!” – shouted a man, grabbing him by his arm. Rowan turned around and gasped, seeing a tall policeman in uniform looking down at him with a menacing expression. “Going around shoplifting, kid?” – he barked, extending a hand to grab the guy’s backpack.

Rowan’s instinct, forged on the streets, took control of his mind, and before he could realize he was digging his own grave, he shoved hard the cop, yelling “Leave me alone!”. He wriggled free from the man’s grip and tried to run away, but the cop was soon on him and tackled him to the ground. They started trading punches, until a deep voice resounded above them: “Rowan! Harrison!”

They froze and looked up, and there was Alex, in his security guard uniform. They stood up and Harrison, the cop, looked at Alex with disdain, grabbing tight Rowan’s arm. “Mind your own business, Alex! The kid here has been caught shoplifting!”

Rowan, hearing the man calling him ‘kid’ was about to react, but Alex silenced him with an imperious gesture. “He’s not a kid, his name is Rowan, I know him very well, and he’s not a thief”. “Of course I’m not!” – Rowan exclaimed – “I bought two T-shirts and paid for them!”

The guy took the receipt and held it to Alex, along with his backpack. Alex checked them and said to Harrison: “That’s the truth, he paid for the shirts. Release him.”

The cop looked again at the guard with evident disdain, if not disgust, and said: “I’m the one here with the police badge! The kid may not be shoplifting, but he attacked me, and I’m going to bring him to the Precinct, and when there…” – he concluded, with an evil smirk.

Alex knew Harrison very well, and tensed, fearing for the guy’s fate. He got closer to the cop and looked straight in his eyes. When he spoke, his voice clearly revealed how great an effort Alex was putting in humbling himself in front of the man: “Harrison, please, leave him under my custody. I ask you as a personal favour. Once we were friends…”

“Don’t remind me!” – the cop replied harshly. Alex insisted, gulping down again his pride and trying to sound as meek as possible: “Please, Harrison…”.

After a long moment of tense silence, the cop gave in: “You owe me one, big guy!” – the man said, harshly pushing Rowan onto Alex – “Take your… boyfriend and get out of my sight!”.

Rowan picked up his backpack and started walking back home, followed by Alex. Neither of them said a single word, until the door of the Cove closed behind them. Only then, Rowan threw himself into the guard’s arms: “Thank you sir!” – he cried out, using the ‘sir’ as a sign of respect to the man who had saved him from that evil cop.

~ Rowan surrenders to authority ~

Alex was not moved by Rowan’s sincere affection: he was angry. Not only he had to plead, to save the guy, but he had to plead Harrison! “No, kid, you can’t get away with it so easily!” – he said harshly, disengaging himself from Rowan’s arms – “You have a serious issue with authority, you know, kid? You can’t run away or attack an officer just because you’re scared! When you receive an order from a cop, you obey it!”

Rowan looked at Alex with guilt and surprise. He scanned with fearful eyes his uniform and tried to reply, but Alex barked at him: “Go up to my room! It’s about time you learn how to behave when you face the Law Enforcement!”

The guy didn’t have to be told twice, and quickly moved to Alex’ room, followed by the guard. When inside, Alex closed the door and looked at Rowan menacingly, standing tall with his hands on his hips. “Now you will immediately obey to my orders, any order, without questioning or fiddling around. Is that clear?”

The pale guy became even paler and nodded in silence. “Strip naked!” – Alex barked, and it took Rowan only few seconds to throw away his T-shirt, his shoes, his jeans and the white boxer briefs. The man got closer and roughly took a handful of Rowan’s limp manhood, making him gasp and instinctively back up.

“Stand still!” – Alex shouted – “And don’t you dare to move away or utter a single sound!”.  Rowan stood perfectly still, forcing himself not to move when Alex’ rough hands rudely groped his most private parts and painfully pinched his tits. In other circumstances, that treatment might arouse him, but he was too scared, and his dick remained perfectly limp.

 “Get on the bed, on your back!” – the guard shouted, realizing he couldn’t force the guy to have an erection.

Rowan immediate did as ordered, and Alex looked down at him with an even expression. He was still fully clothed, and this made Rowan feel even more uncomfortable, but Alex didn’t care. “Touch yourself, make yourself hard. Pinch your titties, squeeze your balls and jack off until you’re fully hard.”

The guy’s hands immediately snapped to action, caressing the pecs, pinching the nipples and pressing on the perineum, trying his best to get hard as fast as he could, despite the embarrassment and the anxiety he was feeling. Alex did nothing to relieve the guy’s uneasiness; on the contrary, he kept on patrolling around the bed, looking at the guy, but pretending it was a totally uninteresting sight. Truth to be told, he was just pretending, because the sight was a hot one, and he had to do his best to conceal his own excitement.

When Rowan, finally, could bring his dick to a full erection, Alex opened a drawer and took a can of lubricant and an odd-shaped rubber dildo that looked like seven spheres glued together, one on top of the other, smaller on the tip and increasingly larger towards the base. He smeared a large amount of lubricant on the rubber toy and handed it to Rowan, who took it with hesitant hands.

“Shove it up your ass. All of it.” – Alex ordered – “It will cause discomfort, and even pain, but you won’t stop until it’s fully inside you, up to the last ball. And I don’t want to hear the faintest moan or whine.”

The guy reclined on his back, raised and parted his legs and pointed the narrow tip to his puckered hole. He started pushing, and the first three balls slipped quite easily through his anus. The fourth ball required a greater effort, and Rowan winced for a moment, but he didn’t stop his hand, and soon the ball forced open the tight anus and was inside him.

The fifth ball, at first, couldn’t pass the tight anal ring, and Rowan had to increase the pressure, trying hard to relax his sphincter. His expression revealed the deep discomfort he was feeling, but his mouth was tightly shut. Alex was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at him, and his severe expression silently reminded him his order: ‘you won’t stop until it’s fully inside you’.

The guy looked defiantly at the guard and kept staring at him with unwavering eyes, while his hand increased the pressure even more, and the fifth ball painfully stretched his sphincter and finally plopped inside.

Rowan took a couple of deep breaths and paused for a moment. Alex kept the grim expression on his face, but inside he felt a great respect for the guy’s determination and pretended not to notice that his hand had stopped. He actually expected Rowan to stop, because the last two balls were quite big and would have been a challenge even for a more trained ass. But sooner than he expected, Rowan’s hand started again pushing hard the rubber dildo against his sore ass.

The sixth ball was hard to take: Rowan already felt fully stuffed and his anal ring was not ready to give way to such a big intruder. He kept breathing steadily, while applying a greater and greater pressure with his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, no matter how great was the pain, the ball couldn’t break into his sore ass.

He kept trying, pushing as hard as he could, his handsome features distorted by the pain, but not a single sound escaped his lips, nor he ever averted his eyes from Alex’.

~ Obey, at any cost ~

Not willing to give up, Rowan’s agile mind suggested him a different technique. After all, Alex had ordered not to stop his hand until the dildo was fully inside him, but he didn’t order to move it always in the same direction. So, he started pulling the dildo out of his ass, letting the five balls rhythmically widen his anal ring and then tighten again.

He pulled the dildo almost completely out and pushed back in, with a single steady movement; and then again, he pulled the rubber toy out and shoved it in, over and over, faster and faster, still looking straight at Alex. His breath became labored and he frowned and winced for the discomfort, but his hand kept pumping the dildo into his ass, hard, up to the fifth ball.

Then, with a steely glare in his eyes, he pulled the dildo almost entirely out, took a deep breath… and with a mighty push he shoved the wicked toy all the way into his protesting ass, with such a force that his anal ring couldn’t put up any resistance to the large sixth ball, nor to the huge seventh ball.

“No!” – said aloud Alex, who didn’t see it coming: he didn’t want Rowan to hurt himself! He leaned forward trying to stop the guy, but it was too late: the big dildo had already impaled Rowan and had disappeared into his man hole.

Rowan’s entire body bucked for the pain, and he winced hard, closing for a moment his eyes welling with tears; he opened his mouth but no sound came from it. Still holding the dildo by the small handle protruding from its end, he took a couple ragged breaths and raised his defiant eyes to Alex.

A sudden sense of guilt filled the guard’s heart: he just wanted the guy to learn some discipline, some self-control, but things hadn’t gone like he had planned. “No, Rowan!” – he said with chocked voice, getting closer to the guy; he knelt beside the bed, leaning over the sweating naked body and said in an anguished tone: “Oh my god, I didn’t want you to hurt yourself!”

In an effort to ease Rowan’s obvious pain, Alex started caressing his torso, kissing his neck and playing with his nipples. His big hands brushed the defined pecs and moved down to the abs; his fingers played with the black treasure trail, reached the half-hard dick and curled around the stiffening shaft.

Alex looked into Rowan’s eyes while his hand started massaging his cock; the guard expected to get a reproachful and resentful glance, but all he could spot in the guy’s almost black eyes was respect and affection. The painful frown slowly distended into a lustful expression, and the guy’s lips parted again, this time in a silent moan of pleasure.

“Talk to me, Rowan, you don’t need to stay silent any more…” – Alex said, but Rowan just smiled at him and, without a word, took the guard’s hand and placed it on the rubber handle protruding from his ass. The man started pulling it out, very gently, and when the two bigger balls passed the tight anal muscles, Rowan silently gasped again and briefly closed his eyes, but soon reopened them and looked at Alex with a weary smile.

Alex pulled the rubber toy almost entirely out, and was about to take it away, when Rowan stopped him grabbing his arm and shaking his head. The man, surprised, started pushing the dildo back inside, checking Rowan for possible signs of pain, but the guy was clearly in ecstasy. His ass muscles, by now, had loosened enough to let the toy give him very little pain, and a great pleasure.

He closed his eyes and reclined his head on the pillow, enjoying the feeling of the strong hand pushing the toy inside him, ball by ball, until, with just a little pang of pain, the largest sphere was again firmly lodged inside his ass. And then he had to stifle a squeal of surprise and pleasure when he felt Alex’ lips closing around his throbbing hard cock.

~ Great pain, greater pleasure ~

Alex felt he owed it to the guy: he had endured such a great pain obeying to his orders, and the least he could do was to give him an even greater pleasure. Being the master of the best cocksucker in town had his advantages, because Alex, though not being particularly inclined to give head to other men, had learned some of the finer techniques of his boy, and really played a number on Rowan’s cock, bobbing his head over his hard tool in sync with his hand pumping the rubber dildo into the guy’s ass.

Every time he sensed that Rowan was about to lose his load, he slowed down and removed the sex toy from his ass, only to renew his efforts as soon as the guy’s pleasure subsided a little. Rowan had decided to play the quiet game to the end, but had a hard time keeping his mouth shut when Alex assaulted all his most sensitive spots at once: his cock, his balls, his nipples, his belly button, his thighs, his ass… not a single part of his body was safe from the man’s tender onslaught.

He gripped and released his hands on the bed sheets, tilted his hips back and forth and tossed his head from side to side, silently drowning under the waves of pleasure that Alex was giving him. And when he felt the man ramping up the pace of his sexual assault, he knew he was about to explode. He didn’t try to hold back, he had to surrender to the pleasure, because clearly Alex wanted him to.

And Alex did want him to! He wanted to give to the guy such a great pleasure that he wouldn’t be able to keep the quiet game he was playing: he wanted him to shout, scream and squeal for the pleasure!

The dildo rammed inside the guy’s ass with quick powerful thrusts, the man’s mouth slammed down to his pubes, the sensitive glans got trapped into the man’s strong throat muscles and a vicious finger kept flicking madly at the tip of his nipple. Rowan almost couldn’t breathe, lost as he was into the many overlapping sensations coming from his entire body.

One last thrust of the bumped dildo hit him so deep that he was forcefully thrown over the edge. In the ecstasy of the climax, his body tensed and his back arched, shoving his cock even deeper into Alex’ mouth and then… “AAAAGGHH!!!” – he screamed, unable to silence the overwhelming pleasure, while his hard meat shot thick jets of man juice down Alex’ throat.

Rowan kept moaning loud throughout the entire shattering orgasm, until it slowly faded out and he slipped into his usual moment of unconsciousness.

When he came to, the dildo was still half inside his ravaged ass and Alex was still kneeling beside the bed, looking at him with a concerned expression: though he knew about Rowan’s peculiar reaction to an orgasm, it was the first time for him to witness it. But when the guy opened his eyes and sighed with contented satisfaction, Alex flashed a loving smile. “It wasn’t that bad surrendering to authority, after all uh?” – he joked, and Rowan flashed him a dazzling smile: “Thank you so much, sir! I would gladly obey to any order you give me, sir…”

“Oh, yeah?” – the man replied, faking a doubtful expression – “What if I order you to wank your dick, now so sensitive after such a powerful climax, and shove again that dildo up your sore ass?”

He expected Rowan to laugh and get out of the bed, but the guy immediately took his still half-hard cock in his hand and the dildo with the other hand and started again pumping in earnest, hissing and grimacing for the discomfort, but without slowing down his hands.

“No, kid, stop!” – Alex hastened to say – “I was only joking! Come on, stop!”.  When Rowan stopped his hands and relaxed, Alex turned around the bed and lay down next to the guy. He propped himself on an elbow and looked seriously at the guy: “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to suffer like that… I just wanted you to try hard, in order to obey my order…”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Alex” – Rowan replied, switching back to the man’s first name – “I really needed to learn to surrender to an authoritarian figure, to obey orders without questioning. I didn’t even know that I had what it took to obey your orders, and I have to thank you for having forced me to discover this side of myself. But you are such a righteous and trustworthy man, Alex, it’s easy to obey your orders. That Harrison was different, he’s a heartless, evil man…”

“You are right, Harrison is different… But I don’t want to talk about him.” – Alex said, abruptly dropping the subject. But then smiled and added: “Now take a shower and get dressed, it’s almost lunch time!”.   And Rowan quickly got off the bed, picked up his clothes and, with one last thankful grin to the beefy man, disappeared into the bathroom.

~ Jealousy ~

At lunch, everyone could easily spot the glow surrounding Rowan, and Alex’ affectionate smiles to the guy, but no one commented, as they all knew that Beau didn’t like to talk about sex at the dining table. An no one commented either the obvious mutual interest (or should we say blatant attraction) shown by Chayton and LaShawn, so to not embarrass the boys.

On the other hand, no one, except Kale, noticed the frown on Stewart’s face and the fleeting glances he frequently sent to Rick. «Apparently, the conscience is still bothering him about Drew…» – Kale thought, but then he thought twice, noticing a hint of anxious expectation in his eyes, as if he was planning something – «…or is there something else?»

When the lunch was over, Stewart rushed away, even violating the unspoken rule that Beau should be the first one to leave the table, or at least signal the end of the meal. There was a sudden exchange of glances: Kale looked at Stewart going away, then at Rick, who was looking at his master, but quickly turned his eyes to Kale with a worried expression.

The counselor didn’t want to intrude upon master and boy, and anyway he didn’t know exactly what were Stewart’s plans; he was about to say something, but he was interrupted by Rowan, who stood up and said to Beau: “Please excuse me for my untimely departure, sir, but I have impellent… ehm… bodily functions to fulfil”. And then, without waiting for the boss’ reply, he quickly ran downstairs.

Again, Rick and Kale glanced at each other, as they both knew that Rowan used to speak in that flourish way when he was tense for something; of course, he could be tense just because his “impellent bodily functions” were forcing him to be disrespectful to Beau, but...

Rick decided to find out on his own what was going on and dropped the dirty dishes he was holding on the dining table and went to the living room; there, he had to choose whether to go first to Rowan or Stewart and decided for the latter, so he quickly headed upstairs. He entered the suite by the door to his own room, took away his apron and went to the connecting door.

He already had the hand on the door knob when he heard Stewart talking with someone at the phone: “I know it’s weird me calling you on the phone, but… yeah… yeah, you’re right, but this is not about me and you! It’s… yeah… No! I’m not going to tell him! I’ve already made my boy suffer too much, I don’t want him to know about this… Please, man, it’s important for me… OK then, I’ll see you at dinner… No, not here! I’ll take you to a restaurant in the East side, it’s quiet and no one will see us… Thanks, this means a lot to me… yeah… Bye…”.

Rick turned around and sat on a chair, puzzled and worried. «Who was he talking to?» – he wondered, feeling a chill down his spine –  «And why he didn’t want me to know? He sounded very eager to have dinner with that man…»

After all, he was Stewart’s boy, not his lover, it would be perfectly normal if he would date another man… but then why he didn’t want him to know? «‘I’ve already made my boy suffer too much’, he said…» – Rick remembered, and soon his memory went to the time when Stewart gave him a great pain indeed, to the point of making him run away from the Cove [2], when he forced him to choose between his master and Rowan [3].

“Rowan!” – he murmured, suddenly standing up – “Stewart’s dating Rowan!”

Rick felt his head spinning and had to sit back on the chair. Truth to be told, he and Rowan were not dating each other, nor they were technically lovers, but they shared a deep affection (bordering to love, at least by Rick’s side), and Stewart knew it!

«Damn, Rowan chose me to be the first one to make love to him after his stepfather!» – the boy thought, while jealousy gripped his heart into its icy claws – «And now he wants to… He wants to…». Rick couldn’t even end his own thought, because his imagination was drawing vivid pictures of Stewart and Rowan rolling on the bed like two horndogs, and this made him feel sick.

“I need some fresh air!” – he said to himself, standing up and rushing out of his room. He took the stairs and hurried down, almost bumping into Chayton and LaShawn who were climbing up. The two boys were so enthralled by each other that didn’t even notice Rick running away, nor the distressed, almost desperate expression on his face.

~ Restrained lust ~

“So, you got settled alright?” – Chayton asked climbing the steps – “Is your room comfortable? Thinking about it, I never entered that room, you know…”.  The boy’s curiosity was an obvious excuse, as all the suites in the Cove were essentially identical, but LaShawn didn’t seem to notice it; on the contrary, he was all too eager to invite his new buddy upstairs: “Let me show you around! There’s not much to see, but there’s a big king size bed, very comfortable!”

Giggling, they rushed upstairs and entered LaShawn’s room. As soon as the door closed behind them, they stood silent, looking deeply at each other, a little breathy for the brief run and the sudden tension raised between them.

Chayton couldn’t take his eyes off of his friend’s dark skin with chocolate highlights, the firm abs generously exposed under the high-cut tank he was wearing, and the long bulge revealed by the tightness of his white pants. LaShawn, too, couldn’t tear his gaze away from his buddy’s slanted eyes, his lightly tanned skin and the overall exotic manliness exuding from him.

They got closer to each other, but they faltered. “You’re a member of the Cove, now…” – Chayton said, more to convince himself than his friend – “…and since you are a boy like me, there’s nothing wrong if you… and I…”

LaShawn visibly restrained his hands, that were about to grope the Sioux’ pecs peeking under his open sleeveless hood. “No, buddy, we can’t. Jorell and I are still due to have a complete check-up and blood tests to be sure we’re clean. We promised to Kale”.

Chayton was a fraction of inch from shouting “Who cares!” and jump over LaShawn, but the mention of Kale stopped him. “Damn!” – he growled, adjusting his growing bulge, and the black boy felt his own cock twitch, looking at such a display of rough manliness. “Anyway…” – LaShawn said with a seductive grin, kneeling on the bed – “just looking is not forbidden…”

He started raising his short tank under Chayton’s surprised eyes. “You’re a little black devil, you know, buddy?” – the Sioux growled, moving next to the bed to have a better look at the enticing strip show. He stared lustfully at LaShawn, knelt in the center of the bed, slowly tearing away his tight tank and tossing it on the floor. His eyes eagerly followed the dark-skinned hands caressing the defined torso, groping the firm pecs, pinching the almost black nipples.

When one hand brushed down, past the abs, and sneaked into the elastic white pants, to end its run around the big balls hidden underneath, Chayton let out a chocked moan and grabbed his own throbbing bulge. He quickly took off his hood and jumped on the bed, on his knees, unbuttoning his jeans.

Excited and a bit alarmed by the fiery flash in his buddy’s eyes, LaShawn warned again: “Remember, no hands… nor any other body parts!”

“OK, damn you, I won’t touch you!” – the Sioux replied, manhandling his own bulge through the open fly – “But take away those fucking pants before I rip ‘em off!”

The black boy flashed an urchin grin and lay down on his back; he took away his shoes, unbuttoned his pants and raised his legs, bending them against his torso. His ass, constrained into the tight pants, was in full display under Chayton eager eyes.

Then, ever so excruciatingly slow, he grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled it down and around his bottom, revealing inch by inch the black mounds of his ass, his puckered hole, his rugged hairy balls and, last, his long hard cock, that flopped down the pants and smacked his abs with an audible noise.

“Shit damn!” – Chayton exclaimed, realizing that the boy, under his tight pants, was going commando. “Owww… fuck!” – he suddenly groaned, quickly raising his hands and locking them behind his neck, on the very verge of losing his load.

LaShawn feasted his eyes on the hot body of the bare-chested guy resting on the bed with his knees spread and his hands behind his head, tensing and frowning in the supreme effort to prevent his ejaculation.

~ The Torment of Tantalus ~

When Chayton reopened his eyes, he looked like a beast ready to attack. He fell on the bed on all fours, his face at few inches from the exposed black ass, and said: “You want to show yourself off? Then gimme it all! I want to see every inch of your beautiful black skin, every crevice of your body, every intimate part of it! Spread your legs!”

 “You asked for it…” – LaShawn replied, opening his legs wide and reaching with his hands to his buttocks, spreading them for Chayton’s viewing pleasure. He grabbed his own cock and started wanking it slowly, causing his balls to tighten a bit and his man hole to quiver and gape.

Chayton lowered his face until it was at an inch from the puckered hole and inhaled its pungent odor. He raised his eyes to the big hairy balls dancing in front of him and the rigid black cock rising from them and groaned loud: “Damn! Damn! This is worse than the Torment of Tantalus!”. He recoiled and slid again his hand into his own pants, but Lashawn rose on his knees and begged him: “Let me see it… take off your clothes… please…”

It took only few moments to the Sioux for stripping out of his jeans and underwear and go back to his kneeling position. His cock was hard as steel and was bobbing up and down, as if animated by a will of its own. LaShawn exhaled loudly, extending his hand towards the inviting rod, but stopping halfway. “Oh, man, I’d give anything to touch it…!”

“Now it’s your turn to suffer…” – Chayton said seductively, slowly tilting his hips back and forth, like he was fucking a tight hole – “You can’t touch me, you know the rules…”

“Yeah, I can’t… but you can!” – LaShawn said with a wink. He stood in front of Chayton, in the very same kneeling position, with his legs wide apart, and looked deep into his eyes: “Do exactly as I do…”

The black guy raised a hand to his own torso and started rolling his nipple between his fingers; the Sioux did the same, and groaned for the pleasure. “Harder” – LaShawn ordered, and Chayton obeyed, feeling like it was his buddy himself to pinch his nipple. “The other one, too”, and both boys writhed with pleasure, feeling their tits worked hard by strong fingers.

Following LaShawn’s lead, the boys reclined a bit, supporting themselves with one hand and using the other one to explore their pubes, their balls, their cocks. Two feverish hands reached down to two quivering holes and played with them, slowly intruding into the two tight anuses, eliciting twin chocked squeals of pleasure.

Then each hand moved back to the cock and started jacking it off, slowly, to keep the juice under the boiling point. The boys lowered their gaze and looked at each other’s crotch, in full display. Their balls were tightly retracted at the base of their cocks, as a sign of the imminent explosion.

LaShawn reclined a bit more and held his cock pointed away from his buddy, as the ‘no touch’ rule obviously meant ‘no cum over’, too. “Buddy, you’re making me cum…” – he moaned, soon echoed by Chayton: “Oww man… I’m so close… so close…”

“AAAAHH!!”  – they both screamed in unison, when two twin jets of white jizz arched high in the air and fell down on their torso; their hips bucked up and down, as stream after stream of hot juice were shot by their young throbbing cocks. Loud moans filled the room, while the boys enjoyed a shattering orgasm, made even more delightful by the sight of their buddy living an identical ecstasy.

Slowly, their hips stopped and their hands slowed down, until the last throbs of their groins trailed off. The boys rose up, standing on their knees and gazed into each other’s eyes in silence for a while. Then LaShawn murmured: “It was a dream…!”

“Yeah… It’s been wild…” – Chayton replied, and then lowered his eyes to his own body and added: “Look at me… I’m a mess!”

“I do look at you, buddy…” – the black guy said with a smile – “…and granted, you’re anything but a mess!”.  And to confirm that the boy really meant it, his black cock, spent as it was after such a powerful orgasm, visibly twitched.

The boys burst into laughter and Chayton said: “Do your damn exams, and next time I will make you cum so hard that your cock will stay limp for a week!”

“I hope not! And you don’t, either!” – LaShawn replied, making Chayton laugh even harder.

~ A secret date ~

Hendrick was sitting alone at “his place”, a small rise of the ground near the Cove, on the opposite side of Main Street. He always went there when he needed to stay alone and think; he liked that place, not far from home, but well secluded, due to the many bushes and small trees populating the steep cliff.

From his raised point of view, he could see the entire East side of the Cove overlooking the street and the South side; he could spot movements on the third floor, in Jorell and LaShawn’s suite, and on the second floor, in Alex’ room. He couldn’t see his own suite, located on the West side overlooking the ocean, but he could easily imagine his master Stewart dressing up for the upcoming date with Rowan.

Again, he felt uneasy and restless… He couldn’t really blame Rowan for having an interest with another man: the guy had been very clear about not being in love with Rick, but still the boy felt like he was being cheated on. And what was worse, Rowan was cheating on him with Stewart, who perfectly knew how deep was Rick’s affection to Rowan! How could he do that to him!

Rick pitied himself, realizing that the two persons he loved most, apparently, didn’t love back him that much. His mind went back to the time he was about to run away from the Cove and Beau consoled him in such an unforgettable way… [4]  He smiled, thinking back at the astonishingly beautiful boss of the Cove holding him tight in the hot tub, but his smile quickly faded when he saw Stewart coming out from the house and driving South on his truck. He was alone.

Rick stood there for a couple minutes, puzzled, when he saw Rowan going out from the back door and running South on the beach. «They didn’t want to be seen together…» – the boy thought – «Probably Stewart is waiting for him a half a mile down the road».

He stood up with a sigh, forcing himself not to cry, and slowly went back home. He immediately climbed upstairs to his room and threw himself on the bed.  The sun was setting in the ocean and the room was getting darker by the minute, but he didn’t feel to get up and switch on the light. There was a deadly silence in the room, as well as in his heart.

Kale and Barry were the first ones to go down to the dining room for dinner, and as soon as they entered the room, they looked around, surprised. “Look, the remains of the lunch are still on the table… and the kitchen had not been tidied up… It’s not like Rick leaving such a mess around…” – Kale said. Barry nodded gravely and added: “And there is no dinner, either…”

The counselor shot to Barry a dirty look and turned around, rushed up to Rick’s room and knocked on the door: “Rick? It’s Kale… Are you OK?”.  “Yes, thank you Kale, I don’t need anything” – was the feeble reply from inside.

Kale, noticing the rueful tone and the boy not addressing him as ‘sir’, opened the door a crack and peeked into the dark bedroom: “It seems to me that you do need something, actually…”.  Rick stood sitting on the bed and said with trembling voice: “Please, I can’t talk to you now… It always makes me become emotional talking to you, and I don’t want to cry… Besides, I wouldn’t even know what to say…”

“Would you like me to stay here in silence? It may help…”.  Rick shook his head with a faint smile: “I love you for offering, Kale, you already made me feel better just saying so… But I really need to stay alone… if you don’t mind, sir”.  The Hawaiian smiled at the boy, noticing he had reverted to the ‘sir’, meaning he was really a bit calmer, and said: “OK then. I’ll be downstairs. You will call me if you want to talk or anything, won’t you?”. Rick nodded and Kale left him alone with his dilemma.

He tried to rationalize the situation. Rowan was not his lover and he had any right to date whoever he wanted. And Stewart was his master: he too could have a lover without jeopardize his relationship with his boy. There was absolutely nothing he could blame Rowan or Stewart for!

«But then, why I feel like shit?» – he thought, trying hard to hold his tears.

~ A guilty master ~

The sound of Stewart’s door opening snapped him out of his thoughts. He heard the door closing and few whispers coming from the connecting door, that soon opened and Stewart stepped in.

“What does it mean, kid?” – the airman asked, surprised to see his boy lying on the rumpled bed, with the light off – “What’s up?”

“I’m fine” – Rick lied – “I hope you had a pleasant dinner…”.  He just wanted to poke a bit his master, and apparently he hit the mark, because the airman sat on the bedside, in silence, and took Rick’s hand, wearing a guilty frown on his face.

“I have many things to be forgiven for, kid” – Stu said looking down – “You’re always so loyal with me, and this makes me feel even worse. And even now, I’m not sure I’ve done the right thing, I’m afraid you can get hurt again…”

He raised his eyes to his boy and added: “There’s a person in my room who needs to talk to you. We both need to talk to you. But please, don’t get mad at me… or him”.

Rick couldn’t hold himself anymore and felt a dull anger raise into him. “You can do whatever you want!” – the boy said aloud – “You can have dinner with whoever you want. I’m your boy, after all, not your lover, right, sir? But though I shouldn’t feel like this, it hurts! And what really hurts me is that he didn’t have the guts to tell me!” – he said with strained voice, pointing to the door.

He jumped off the bed and moved to the connecting door: “Now he wants to talk with me? Fine! I’m eager to hear what excuses he can think out!”

He crashed open the door, and stepped into the brightly lit adjacent room, ready to face Rowan and tell him how bad he felt, how cruel was for him choosing, of all the men, just Stewart!

He opened his mouth, flashed a furious glance at the guy and… his voice died in his throat.

“DREW??”

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 12, ~ The Court is in session ~
[2] See Chapter 10, ~ Hendrick leaves the Cove ~
[3] See Chapter 10, ~ The storm breaks down ~
[4] See Chapter 11, ~ A trip to paradise ~

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(End of Chapter 40 – Please proceed to Chapter 41)