Rowan's Journey to Manhood

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Rowan, a guy with many sexual inhibitions due to the abuse he suffered in the past, lives in the basement of a big house named “The Cove”, where he meets Alex, a bulky security guard living upstairs, and his 19 y.o. boy Charlie, who unknowingly lets Rowan make the first step in his long journey to a mature sexuality, showing him the joyful side of sex. In the evening, Barry, an oversexed worker, tries to fuck Rowan, but his hysterical reaction scares him. Kale, an Hawaiian school counselor, intervenes. During a dramatic night, Rowan reveals to Kale his past and then they make love. The pale guy meets Hendrick and then Beau, who experiments Rowan’s ‘power’ to block a man’s ejaculation until he begs to cum. At the Cove, Rowan feels a little safer and discovers how sweet and pleasurable can be anal sex when, after many years, yields his ass to another man: Hendrick. But still, when the sun sets, Rowan panicks and runs away.

Synopsys (*** Spoiler Alert! ***)

Rowan meets Wahkan, the mysterious, ageless Sioux who lives at the Cove. In an sexually intense night on a deserted beach, the Native American discovers how powerful are the demons that hunt Rowan’s soul and how deep are his fears and inhibitions; as a sign of respect, Wahkan bestows Rowan with a Sioux name: ‘Wi-Sapa’, the Black Sun. In the meantime, Hendrick has a furious argument with his master Stewart and, after a dramatic sleepless night, decides to leave the Cove.

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≈ WAHKAN ≈

~ A nightly encounter ~

Rowan stepped out from the ocean, stumbling in the saggy sand. Water dripped from his wet body and drenched his underwear. He felt totally exhausted, after the frantic run on the beach and the long, cleansing swim back.

He suddenly stopped, nervous, spotting a man who was standing tall in the middle of the beach in a fierce stance, keeping his arms folded on his wide bare chest. It was late in the night, but the moonlight was bright enough to see he was wearing nothing but a large loincloth made of animal skin. His long dark hair were waving in the sea breeze.

He was looking straight at him, and when the moonlight hit his face, Rowan recognized him and shivered, looking at the fearful, and yet fascinating dark-skinned man.

Wahkan, in the middle of the night, on the deserted beach, was waiting for him.

The guy walked forward and stood in silence in front of him. The man glanced intensely at the shivering guy. The air and the breeze were pleasantly warm: he was not trembling from the cold. “Do I frighten you, young man?” – he asked in his firm, grave voice. “A bit, sir.” – Rowan replied, sincerely. “I’m not a ‘sir’, I am Wahkan. It means ‘The Sacred One’ and I’d be honoured if you call me this way.”

“As you wish, Wahkan” – Rowan said, waiting for the wise man to speak further. “You are frightened because you don’t know if you can trust me” – the man said seriously. “This is good. But I will teach you how to understand if you can really trust a man, if you can entrust him your safety and your life. Come closer” – he concluded, unfolding his arms and opening them as a sign of invitation.

~ Reading lesson ~

Rowan stepped forward, and Wahkan held him at arm’s length. “Look straight into my eyes, young man. Gaze as deep as you can into them. Can you do it?”

“Yes, Wahkan, I can gaze deep into your eyes…” – Rowan said, unsure about what the man wanted him to do.

“Good. If a man doesn’t let you gaze into him, either he’s evil or he just can’t open his heart to you. Either case, you can’t trust him, even if you know he’s a good man. Now, look deeper, dig into my soul. What do you see?”

“I see an ancient wisdom, a honest heart. I see strictness, but also kindness.” – Rowan replied, concentrating on the man’s eyes – “Does it mean I can trust you?”

“Not yet, Rowan. Even the most honest and kind man, under some circumstances, can be weak and fail, hurting you. Am I strong enough? The answer is into my eyes, read it.”

Rowan looked with great intensity into the master’s eyes and he could see a steely flash crossing them: “I see you are brave and indomitable, Wahkan. You have a strong willpower and you keep yourself under a stern control. Now I know you are a proud, good-hearted man that can control himself. I feel I can trust you, you wouldn’t ever hurt me. I could entrust you my own life” – Rowan concluded, confidently.

“You are a clever pupil, Rowan” – the master said with a rewarding smile – “I could have told you that myself, but you had to see it with your own eyes”.

He stepped back and started removing his loincloth. With quick moves, he unlaced the leather strings and let the animal skin drop on the sand. Rowan looked with admiration at the long, powerful legs, the narrow hips and the thick, half-hard cock dangling from his groin. His hefty balls were hanging unusually low between his legs and were slightly swinging side to side, following the movements of the hips.

~ A trial of trust ~

“Get naked.” – Wahkan ordered, in a kind, but firm tone. Rowan immediately pushed his wet boxers down his legs and stepped out of them. “Now lie down on your back and offer your ass to me.”

Rowan faltered, while his heart skipped a beat. He was not ready for this. Offering his ass to the young, kind Hendrick was one thing; but allowing a grown-up, powerful man such as Wahkan to own the most intimate part of his body was a totally different matter.

“Sir… Wahkan… I…” – the guy tried to say, but the master interrupted him raising his hand. “I won’t touch you, Rowan. I promise I won’t touch you. You’ve read into my eyes, and you know deep inside that you can safely offer your ass to me, in absolute certainty that I won’t take it. I’m not your enemy, Rowan, you are. You must prove to yourself that you can rely on your own judgment. If your heart and mind tell you that you can trust a man, don’t let your inner demons lead you astray.”

Rowan took a deep breath and lay on the soft sand, and then he slowly bent his legs and placed his hands behind his knees, pulling his legs farther against his chest. He stood there for a moment, with his ass in full display, and looked again at the man’s eyes, recalling to his mind what he had seen gazing deep into Wahkan’s soul.

The fear and the anxiety faded from Rowan’s eyes: he knew he could trust Wahkan completely. He promised he wouldn’t hurt him. With a resolute glance, the guy moved. He straightened his flexible legs, still bent at the hips over his chest, until his calves were at an inch from his face. Then he moved his hands to his own ankles and pushed his straightened legs wide apart. Nothing could make him feel more vulnerable that lying there, on his back, with his legs spread that wide, his sex lying on his groin in full display and his ass stretching open under the master’s surprised eyes. He had dropped any possible protection, he was completely at the man’s mercy, but he had no hesitation, he had no fear. He was safe.

Wahkan moved closer and knelt behind the guy’s pale, exposed ass; then he leaned forward, arching over Rowan’s stretched body, resting his own weight only on his hands, placed at the sides of the guy’s head, and his feet, firmly planted into the sand. His long cock, now hard as steel, pointed straight to Rowan’s totally unprotected anus.

~ Self-control ~

He slowly moved his hips down, until his glans rested gently on the puckered hole, that was quivering with tension and anticipation. When the guy felt the hard cock touch his tender hole, he gasped in fear, his trust failing him: “No! Please… I can’t…” – he screamed in panic, but Wahkan’s soothing voice silenced him: “Look at me, Rowan, look again into my eyes. Remind to yourself what you have seen before. I promised not to penetrate you, and I won’t. You can trust me, Rowan, you can trust yourself!”

It was true, the wise Sioux was in total control of himself, as Rowan could read again gazing into the man’s deep eyes. He wouldn’t hurt him. Rowan relaxed, and concentrated on the pleasant warmness of the man’s cock head against his sensitive hole. They didn’t move, and Rowan felt a sexual tension growing into him, making his cock hard.

Rowan was in awe for this exotic, powerful man who was restraining himself, refusing to give in to his lust. He could easily let his hips fall down, breaking open his stretched ass like a knife cutting the butter, but the guy knew he wouldn’t do it. He promised. The guy admired the man’s concentrated frown and his straining biceps, while he forcefully held his position. He looked so sexy! His magnetic sensuality was so overpowering!

Without really thinking at what he was doing, Rowan pulled his ankles a bit more and tilted his hips, pushing his hole a couple inches farther against the man’s rigid pole. Wahkan backed up, surprised, and stifled a gasp. He had promised! He wouldn’t penetrate the tender ass, no matter what! But Rowan’s initial caution had now turned to a genuine, lustful offer, and Wahkan had to use up all his self-control to restrain himself. His throbbing cock, that few hours earlier, with Chayton, had been denied the pleasure it longed for, now had to endure another painful denial.

Rowan pushed further another inch, and Wahkan backed up another inch, feeling droplets of sweat running down his forehead. “I promised.” – he said abruptly, moving away from Rowan and jumping back on his feet.

The guy released his own legs and slowly stood up, understanding he had failed, somehow. In a rush of lust, he had tempted his master to break his promise, and felt guilty for that. He stood in front of the man, looking ashamed at his own rigid cock: “Wahkan, forgive me. I’ve been weak” – he said with embarrassment – “I shouldn't have done it”.

“No, my young friend, you have done well” – Wahkan replied with a smile – “I wanted to test your trust in me and in yourself, and you succeeded. Mother Nature whispered in your ear and you have followed her suggestion, that’s all. But still” – he continued, looking down at both their cocks standing at full mast – Mother Nature’s call hasn’t been fulfilled. Come closer, Rowan, and trust me again, like you did before.”

~ Sexual tension ~

The guy moved closer and Wahkan placed his hands on his face, like he had done earlier with Chayton. “You too” – he said, and Rowan did the same, locking eyes with his master.

Once again, the powerful master exerted his ancient knowledge, and Rowan felt under the man’s spell. Silently, their faces got closer, their chests pressed against each other and their cock got trapped between the two firm abdomens.

Rowan’s eyes opened wide, feeling his master’s strong sexual power flow into him, making his cock strain and throb. He felt totally owned, but yet totally loved. He was the object of desire for his own object of desire. The sensual tension grew up to unimaginable peaks into both men’s groins, making them tremble with desire.

The Sioux pierced Rowan with his blazing eyes and spoke a single word: “Now!”

Rowan started shaking, let out a painful groan, his cock grew stiffer, but he didn’t cum. Wahkan was still piercing his eyes, forcefully holding his own orgasm, waiting for the guy. “Now, Rowan!”

The guy was delirious, he shook his head, trembled and moaned loud, but not a single drop of sperm spurted from his throbbing cock. The Sioux himself was trembling, under the overwhelming pressure of his own pleasure straining to explode. He winced, losing for a moment the total confidence he had shown so far, but immediately his eyes blazed again, flashing a command that could not be ignored. With stern voice, the man yelled: “Cum, Rowan! Now!”

“I can’t!!” – Rowan cried out, tears rolling from his eyes into the man’s hand placed on his face. “I can’t… I can’t…” – he repeated, lost in his desperate need to relief, but unable to let it go. “Aaaaagghh!” – the man screamed, giving in to the climax he had forcefully held for too long. He came wildly, howling for the pleasure, throwing his head back. His cock forcefully spurted ropes of creamy sperm between the two groins still pressed together.

~ The truth ~

Forcing himself to regain control, panting hard, he locked again his eyes into Rowan’s and suddenly… he knew! He saw Rowan’s stepfather abusing him, trying to break him and make him cum under the merciless pistoning of his cock. He saw Rowan strenuously fight his urge to cum, trying desperately to keep to himself, at least, this last shred of intimacy.

And he realized, looking into Rowan, how deeply, how desperately he wanted to cum, joining his master in this intimate act of love and lust, but his inner demons, wickedly, were forbidding him to enjoy a liberating, spontaneous orgasm.

The wise man didn’t say a word. Now, he knew. Silently, he let Rowan’s face go and knelt in front of him, opened his lips and took the guy’s throbbing cock into his mouth.

Rowan looked in disbelief at this wise, powerful man humbling himself to give him pleasure. The pressure in his groin was too high to bear, and the feeling of the man’s wet tongue over his cock sent him over the edge: “Sir… Sir.. I… Aaaaahhh!!!”

Wahkan didn’t back up. Sealing his lips around the guy’s pulsing shaft, he gulped down the hot semen spurting into his throat. Rowan was trembling and shaking, and braced himself on his master’s strong shoulders, until his orgasm, at long last, was over.

The darkness of the night became even darker to Rowan’s eyes, until everything was black.

~ Wi-Sapa ~

He came to a few minutes later, and found himself draped over the Sioux’ lying body, his head resting on his chest and his arm around his neck. He looked up and saw Wahkan smiling at him with great affection.

“Your heart shines as bright as the sun, my young friend” – he said with his deep, ancient voice – “but darkness tinges your light of black. You are Wi-Sapa, ‘Black Sun’. Tonight you were not the only one to be put on trial: I myself have been shown the limits of my knowledge.”

“I’m sorry, Sacred One” – Rowan replied, using his master’s Sioux name, proud to have, now, one of his own – “It wasn’t my intention to put your limits on display”.

“No need to be sorry, Black Sun, on the contrary” – Wahkan said, with a wise grin – “Any man has his limits, and knowing them helps him overcoming them. You made me live an intense experience tonight, and I thank you for showing me the path that I still have to walk. The Spirits flow strong through you: they will help you dispel the darkness that poisons your soul. Trust them and trust yourself, and you’ll be the man you long to be.”

They slowly rose from the sand. Rowan picked up his boxers and Wahkan took his loincloth, but they didn’t wear them: after the intense, intimate experience they had shared, their nudity didn’t embarrass them at all. They walked as Mother Nature had created them, side by side, toward the house. No words were spoken until they were in front of the basement door. The rising sun was tingeing the distant East pink.

“Black Sun, you have a long journey to go, but if your path becomes too hard, if your ascent becomes too steep, come to me and you will find help and advice. Don’t ever forget this.”

“My heart overflows with gratitude, Sacred One. I will not forget.”

They hugged tight, both unwilling to let go. Eventually, they parted and Wahkan said, smiling: “Hey, young man, do you know you talk weird?”

“You too, Wahkan” – Rowan replied with an urchin grin. They burst into laughter, and they were still laughing when finally the door closed behind them.

~ Hendrick’s torment ~

When Rowan disappeared inside the basement, Rick turned away from the window of his room, on the third floor. He had seen the two naked men coming from the beach, now faintly lit by the upcoming dawn, and wondered what they had done, on the sand, hidden by the darkness of the night.

But, frankly, he didn’t care that much. He glanced at the mirror and winced, looking at his own face, weary for the sleepless night and streaked with dry tears. His master Stewart got furious with him and threw him out of the main room, and possibly out of his life, and the boy couldn’t really understand why.

It all had begun at dinner.

After Rowan had run away in panic from his room, Rick quickly showered and rushed down to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He was late, so he just warmed up what he could find in the fridge. He was usually more diligent in his job as house cook, but he knew the men didn’t expect a five-star service three times a day.

In fact, when they all gathered around the dining table, no one looked displeased for the improvised meal. Some men were missing, though: Alex and Barry had gone to the pub to have a beer, Chayton had remained in his room and no one knew where was Wahkan.

After a little chit-chat, the conversation focused on Rowan. Kale mentioned the guy rushing out to the beach and his brief conversation with Wahkan. The Hawaiian counselor, still bound to the professional secret, couldn’t reveal what he knew and said simply: “Rowan is a great guy, he’s so pure and sincere! I really love him…”

“Me too!” – Charlie exclaimed, with his mouth full. He swallowed and added: “It was incredible, having sex with him!”. Beau interrupted him: “I hope you won’t describe in detail what you have done, Charlie. We’re trying to have dinner, here…”

“Oh, sorry, sir! I know: no sex at the dinner table!” – he said, with such an innocent smile that no one could ever reproach him. “I just wanted to say that when he came in my mouth… Oops, here I go again! Sorry!... Anyway, he looked at me so deeply that I could… don’t know… look inside him! And then he told me that even a blowjob… Ouch! – he whined, when Kale lightly slapped is head – “Anyway, he said that even… it… could be a form of love! And I really felt he loved me! It was incredible!”

“For sure” – Kale intervened, looking at a distant point – “Rowan can communicate at such a deep level with persons, and usually he does it when making love. It’s… weird, but touches you deeply”.

“Don’t tell me!” – Beau exclaimed with passion – “He has a way to unveil his… soul that leaves you astonished! When he looks into your eyes he’s… don’t know… confident and naïve at the same time, and make you feel part of him.”

~ Rick reveals Rowan’s secret… and his own ~

“Exactly, sir!” – Rick said with a dreamy air – “I couldn’t have described it better. It takes guts to reveal one’s deepest intimacy that way, but he does it with a simplicity, an innocence that really hits your heart. Especially knowing what he had to suffer…”

Kale looked at him with concern: “So, he told you. But I don’t think you should reveal his secrets: he can do it himself, if he wants”. Rick reassured him with a smile and explained: “I don’t think he told me everything, but he clearly stated that he wanted the Cove to know. Probably at the moment he doesn’t feel to talk about this intimate subject with you all, and prefers me to speak on his behalf”.

“Anyway, as Kale already knows” – the young chef continued – unfortunately Rowan had suffered for serious abuse from his stepfather. It must have been going on for years, until, at 17, he ran away from him. Though I don’t understand exactly why, I guess this is the reason why he can’t stay at home at night and runs away in panic at sunset. He keeps saying ‘He’s coming!’, and I think he refers to his stepfather, coming to abuse him again.”

“You all know my own story” – Rick said, looking around at the men sitting at the dining table – “and the… bad experience I had to suffer. Rowan and I share the same pain, in a way, and this had created a strong bond between us. He even asked me…” – he lowered his eyes, embarrassed – “…to make love to him. He… offered himself to me like he had never done since he ran away, years ago. I felt really honoured, and when we made love this afternoon we…”

His voice trailed off when he raised his gaze to his master Stewart. His jaws were forcefully shut and his eyes were blazing for repressed anger. Hendrick winced: as he had said to Rowan, after making love, he wasn’t sure how Stewart would have reacted, but he didn’t expect this.

A heavy silence descended on the room. Beau, at the risk of sounding hard-hearted, tried to lighten the atmosphere with a joke: “Surely Barry wouldn’t fall for this read-my-soul thing, if he had sex with Rowan!”

Kale, the only one who knew about Barry’s rough approach to Rowan, froze him with a glacial gaze. “Oops, foot in mouth…” – Beau said, embarrassed.

Mercifully, the dinner had already ended, so the men and the boys stood up and slowly left the room. The first to go away was Stewart: he stormed out of the room and they all heard his door slam after few moments.

~ The storm breaks down ~

When alone, Rick quickly cleaned up the table, tidied the kitchen and hang the apron in the privée. Then he crossed the silent living room, without disturbing Kale sitting in his armchair and concentrating on his book, and went upstairs, to his own room. He stood for a moment behind the door separating him from the master’s room, feeling uncertain. The young chef recalled from his memory what he had done and said with Rowan, and felt he had done nothing bad, nothing disrespectful to Stewart; but still he didn’t know what to expect, when he finally knocked at his master’s door.

“What do you want?” – was the harsh answer he heard through the door. He sighed and opened the door. Stewart was pacing across the room. “Sir… I…” – Rick tried to say, but Stu addressed him with an angry voice: “Oh! Thank you for coming! But now you can go back to your Rowan, to tighten your mutual bonds and gaze in rapt delight at each other soul!”

“Sir, it’s not like you’re thinking! We… we just…”

“I know, you’re a real stud, how could you resist to a man offering his precious ass for the first time like a timid virgin? I hope that, at least, you’ve pounded that ass like he deserved, fucking the cum out of him, like any real stud like you would have done!”

The crudeness of Stewart’s remarks were too hard to bear for Rick and hit him like a stab, making his pride and his anger flare. “Sir! You are vulgar and unjust to Rowan and me! He asked for my help, in a moment of fragility, like a boy would have asked…”

“…to his master!” – Stewart ended the sentence. “Congratulations! You’ve found yourself a boy! Good for you! Now get out of my room and leave me alone!”

Rick was furious. He tried to stay silent, like a boy was supposed to do with his master under those circumstances, but his anger spoke on his behalf: “I didn’t do anything bad! You can’t treat me this way! Damn me when I accepted you as my master!” He turned around and stormed to his room, slamming the door behind him.

He fell on the bed and buried his face in the pillow, trying hard to hold his tears. He still could smell Rowan’s scent in the bed sheets. He didn’t do anything wrong with his friend! No one ever complained for having sex with other men within the Cove, and Rowan was a member of the Cove now!

«It’s so cruel of Stewart to force me to choose between him and Rowan!» – he thought, trying to imagine his life without Stewart, or without Rowan, and failing miserably. How, how on earth could he ever choose between them?!

Stewart was more than a father to Rick, more than a lover, he never judged the boy for the life he had lived, had choose him as his boy and made him feel safe and loved. And now Rowan, with his dramatic past, his demons and his beautiful, gentle soul, had asked Rick to make him feel safe and loved: how could he turn his back to him?

He felt his heart painfully torn apart and burst into tears, helpless.

~ Hendrick leaves the Cove ~

During the sleepless night he paced nervously around the room, muffled his sobs in the pillow and looked out of the window, until the first rays of the rising sun lit the beach and he saw Rowan coming back home with Wahkan.

In that moment he knew he had to go away, far from the Cove, far from Stewart and from Rowan. He couldn’t live with only one of them, so the only solution was to live alone.

He quickly took a bag from the wardrobe and threw some clothes in it, without even paying attention. Shirts, jeans, shoes and underwear where stuffed randomly in the bag, until it was full.

He left on the bed the house keys and glanced at the clock: a quarter to five, the house was still asleep, no one would have seen him go away. He opened the door and silently went down to the first floor. Heading to the entrance hall, he glanced at the kitchen, that in the last years had been his reign. He had cooked for all the men of the house with pleasure, because he respected and loved them all. He still loved them!

He felt guilty, leaving this way. At least, he could prepare them one last breakfast, out of respect for those men who had welcomed him, giving him a house and a life.

Rick quickly dropped the bag in the living room and went to the kitchen. Without even wearing his usual apron, he started peeling and cutting the apples for the fruit salad. While his hands moved by themselves, his mind wandered. Stewart… Rowan… and Kale, Beau, Charlie, Alex… All of them were part of his life, and he would never see them anymore… Never again! Tears flowed from his eyes, ran down his cheeks and dripped on the apples.

Suddenly, even preparing the breakfast seemed an impossible task. Through the tears, he couldn’t even see the fruit he was supposed to cut. He sobbed desperately, dropped the knife on the counter and…

“Rick! My god, what happened??”

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