Rowan's Journey to Manhood

In the previous chapters…

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 who looks alike Rowan’s abusive stepfather, 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 then meets Beau, who experiments Rowan’s ‘power’ to block a man’s ejaculation until he begs to cum. At the Cove, Rowan discovers how sweet and pleasurable can be anal sex when, after many years, yields his ass to another Hendrick; but still, when the sun sets, Rowan panics and runs away. In an sexually intense night on a deserted beach, the Native American Wahkan discovers how deep are Rowan’s fears and inhibitions. In the meantime, Hendrick has a furious argument with his master Stewart and decides to leave the Cove.

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

Kale talks to Hendricks, who reveals that Stewart is jealous of Rowan, just like few years earlier he’d been jealous of Drew, a guy Rick used to date. The news spread and the Cove gathers around Rick. Alex, the bulky guard, makes Beau fall for him by slowly stripping out of his uniform; the blond leader surrenders totally to the manly guard and gets fucked senselessly. When Beau hears about Rick’s intention to leave the Cove, he consoles the guy in a way that Rick won’t ever forget.

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≈ A DRAMATIC DAWN ≈

~ A stunning recap ~

After the awkward dinner where a tension had arisen between Stewart and Hendrick, Kale moved to the living room and fell on his favourite armchair, willing to read a couple chapters of his book, but he was too pensive to concentrate.

There was something he couldn’t get a grip on, in the conversation – or better, the lack of – between the airman master and his boy. All the men were talking about Rowan, and Rick had told about what happened between him and the pale troubled guy, and all of the sudden Stewart had stiffened.

The undercurrent between them was evident, but its reasons were obscure to Kale. Apparently, he was missing some basic notions.

Later on, when Kale saw Rick going upstairs, he couldn’t imagine the quarrel that was about to break out, nor he could hear the harsh conversation taking place two floors above, but Kale could sense there was tension in the air.

He realized he was absentmindedly reading the same sentence for the third time, and still he didn’t understand its meaning. «No way I can concentrate on this book» – Kale thought, closing the volume and putting it down on a coffee table – «Better hit the sack, tomorrow’s working day». He went to his bedroom, changed to his sleepwear and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

«What a weekend!» – he thought, recalling all the events that happened in the last day and a half. Thinking about it, it was incredible that everything happened so fast. Charlie had found Rowan in the basement on Saturday early afternoon, and had oral sex with him; then, in the late afternoon, Alex had a bad start with the guy, but later, luckily, they cleared up.

In the early evening Barry tried to force himself on Rowan, and he had to rush down to rescue him. He was in such a state of shock! He had to use up all his ability to establish a contact with him, to make him open up and talk about his past. And Rowan had talked to him the entire night, pouring over him all his pain, all his traumas, his demons, without realizing that Kale himself was slowly drowning into that black ocean of horror. The sexual abuse going on for years, the kid tied on the bed and punished in unimaginable ways, his young body lent to the stepfather’s buddies like a sex doll… Just thinking about that made Kale’s eyes wet.

And then they had made love, with desperate tenderness, and Rowan had unveiled to him, with the utmost innocence, his bare soul, his fears, his pride and his love.

After a sleepless night – Kale recapitulated in his mind – at dawn he taught a hard lesson to Barry, and then, early in the morning, he had a talk with Beauregard about Rowan (a talk and… something else, he remembered with pleasure). In mid-morning, Beau had met Rowan, who masturbated him, giving him, as Beau himself admitted, “the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had”.

At lunch the men had decided about Rowan’s future, letting him stay in the basement and offering him a job as night watchman at the quarry where Barry worked as foreman; and in the afternoon Hendrick and Rowan had opened up to each other, and then they had made love until the sunset, when the guy had rushed away from home.

«In this very moment» – Kale thought, lying on the bed – «Wahkan must be with him». As a matter of fact, no one had seen the wise Sioux, nor Rowan, since the night had fallen, so anyone could do the math… that led to the result that Wahkan was probably having sex with Rowan.

Kale, always the counselor, knew that Rowan’s sudden arrival had… rocked the boat quite wildly. After years of self-denial, apparently the guy was making up for lost time, but too quickly, and with too much passion. Charlie, Barry, himself, Beauregard and Hendrick, and possibly Wahkan, had had an intimate contact with him – though Barry, thank god, couldn’t go all the way with him.

~ «I hate Monday mornings» ~

«Tomorrow I must have a talking-to with him» – Kale decided. And then switched off the light. But he didn’t sleep as soundly as he had hoped: too many thoughts, too many concerns crowded his mind. When the first rays of the rising sun flowed through his windows, Kale realized that staying in bed was impossible.

“I hate Monday mornings” – he groaned to himself. He got off the bed and went down without dressing up: at five o’clock in the morning he wouldn’t meet anyone for sure. And even if it happened… who cared! At the Cove, an almost naked man walking around the house was no fuss.

When he landed on the first floor, he stumbled into a big bag lying near the entrance. «What the…» – he thought, puzzled, wondering who could have been so careless to leave a bag there, in the darkness. He headed to the kitchen to make some coffee, but when he opened the swinging door, he froze.

Inside, with the lights off, Rick was standing near the table, with some fruits and a knife lying in front of him. He was bracing himself to the hard surface, with his shoulders bent down and his head bowed, sobbing desperately, while his tears slowly dripped on the table.

“Rick! My god, what happened??” – Kale exclaimed, alarmed, switching on the light. The guy was in a terrible state. He still wore the same clothes he was wearing at dinner, and his weary face bore the clear signs of a sleepless night. His cheeks were drenched with tears and an unspeakable anguish darkened his eyes. Seeing the young chef, usually so proud and assertive, in such an awful state was heart-breaking.

Rick jumped up, surprised. He bravely tried to hide his tears and stifle his sobs, but when he recognized Kale standing in the door, he ran to him and threw himself into his arms giving way to his pain.

“I have to go away! I can’t stay here!” – he cried out, incoherently, between the irrepressible sobs. “I’m sorry, Kale! I love you all! I can’t even prepare a breakfast!”

Kale was shocked. Going away? Why? And sorry for what? The guy was crying hysterically, so Kale held him at arm’s length and talked to him firmly: “Hendrick! Calm down! Forget the breakfast and calm down!”

The loud sobs trailed off in a soft whining. “Good. Everything will be fine, Rick. Now, let’s go to the privée and tell me what happened”. Kale led the young chef by his arm to the adjoining room and made him sit on the sofa. Then went to the restroom and took a glass of water. He handed it to the guy, noticing his eyes reddened by the tears and the lack of sleep. “Here. Drink it all and then tell me why you wanted to go away. Someone hurt you? Problems with Stewart?”

~ Rick opens up with Kale ~

Rick frowned, trying to focus. The harsh discussion he’d had with his master came back to his mind. “It’s Stewart. I… I love him, you know it, Kale, I’m his boy – I hope I still am – and I shouldn’t even criticize him… But I don’t understand! I really don’t know what happened! I only know that I told him… bad things. I… I damned myself for ever accepting him as my master! But I didn’t mean it, you must believe me, Kale!”

In a recess of his mind, the Hawaiian counselor registered that the guy was addressing to him by name, and not as ‘sir’, like the boys were required to do at the Cove, but he concentrated on the guy’s tale.

“When I realized he was upset, yesterday” – the boy continued – “I went to his room to talk, but he attacked me, saying that I should have gone back to ‘my Rowan’ and that I apparently had found me a boy of my own. It’s true, I’ve had sex with Rowan, and I love him, we are bound, in a way, but I don’t feel I’ve done anything bad, Kale! I didn’t disrespect Stewart and I still love him with all my heart!”

“But how, how can he ask me again to choose between two men I love!” – Rick exclaimed with desperate passion – “I had to, once, and it broke my heart. I can’t do it again, Kale! I can’t choose between Stewart and Rowan, I can’t even think to live with only one of them. I have no choice, I have to go away and try to live my life on my own.”

“Hendrick, now I need you to think hard and tell me the truth” – Kale said seriously – “You say you love Rowan, but do you feel that this… love for him someway lessens your love to Stewart?”

Rick thought about it, thought about what he felt for his master before Rowan arrived, and what he was feeling now that he had discovered that special bond with Rowan. “No, Kale, I’m sure. I still love Stewart with all my heart, nothing has changed. If possible, I now love him even more! Now that I know what it means caring for someone who needs me, I love my master even more for what he has done for me since I became his boy. My love for Rowan is… different. Damn, Kale, this is the Cove! I love you, Beau, Stewart and Rowan, but all in different ways!”

“You are right, Rick” – Kale replied – “different kinds of love can coexist, and so far Stewart seemed to know it well, since he loves you, but he also has strong feelings with Barry and other men. Here, we basically love each other…”. The counselor paused, and then asked: “Why do you say you have to choose between Stewart and Rowan? Did he ask you roundly?”

“No, it wasn’t an explicit request, but apparently he can’t stand me having a relationship with Rowan, it’s quite obvious. And anyway, it already happened, in the past, and doing what he asked me was… terrible. But I realized he needed me to do it and I did it for him. Though…” – his voice trailed off, while his eyes lowered to the floor.

~ A tale from the past ~

“Do you feel to talk me about it?” – Kale asked softly.

“It happened two years ago, before we moved here at the Cove. We still lived at Stewart’s, in a small house provided by the Air Force. Back then, when Stu was off-duty, we often went to the pub near the Base. I met a guy, there, Drew; he was a rookie at the Base. Stewart knew him because he was assistant engineer, and worked under Stu’s command.”

“He was about my age, had a hot body and handsome features and we liked each other, and so we started going out on our own, every now and then. At first, Stewart was perfectly fine with this, he told me he was happy I had a friend my age, and never complained when I told him I was having sex with Drew. I was happy with Drew, we were fuck buddies and I loved him fondly, but this didn’t change in any way my deep love for Stewart, and he had no problem with me dating Drew”.

“But then things changed, and Stu became progressively more possessive to me and he started complaining about me spending my time with Drew. One night, when I came back home, he made a scene an told me that Drew was not the right guy for me. I protested, we had an argument and he said I had to choose either him or Drew.”

“I ran away slamming the door” – Rick continued – “and walked aimlessly all night long. I loved Drew, he was honest, kind and sexy and we had given so much to each other! But I couldn’t even think to live without Stewart, I could never leave him. I had no choice. At dawn, I went back home to Stewart, defeated; I went to my room and cried a river. I never met Drew again”.

“And you never heard from him since then?” – Kale asked, while some pieces of the puzzle were starting to go in place in his mind. “Never” – the boy replied – “I never tried to contact him again, and never received a call or even a text from him”.

“OK, Hendrick, this is what we’ll do now” – Kale said resolutely – “You lie down on the coach and don’t move, while I take care of the breakfast. You need to sleep. And don’t worry, Ricky” – the counselor concluded with a loving smile – “We’ll sort it out.”

“Thank you…sir!” – the boy said, realizing too late he had called Kale by name during their entire talk – “I’m sorry, sir, I shouldn’t have addressed you…”. Kale interrupted him: “Rick, we are not just a senior man and a younger boy: above all, we are friends, and I was glad you called me by name. Now take some rest while I rustle some food for the men”.

“Er… Maybe you should wear an apron, sir” – Rick said with a weary smile, looking at the half-naked tanned man – “Cooking in your underwear may be a little inappropriate, sir.”

Kale laughed, took the apron hanging near the door and went to the kitchen.

~ A new cook in the house ~

«Damn, I hate Monday mornings!» – Kale thought again, looking at the clock on the kitchen wall. «Six-thirty, no time for a full breakfast!». He quickly finished making the fruit salad that Rick had unsuccessfully tried to start and cooked some scrambled eggs. At the Cove, they always had a buffet breakfast, so, at least, he had not to set up the table.

He was taking the crispy slices of bread from the toaster, with his back to the door, when he heard Alex’ voice saying “Look, buddy, we have a new cook at the Cove!”. “And what a nice ass he has!” – Barry added, with more than a hint of lust in his voice.

Kale turned around, smiling with a little embarrassment at the two men. He knew that Alex was coming back from his night shift, while Barry was about to go to work. “I’m sorry, guys, I tried to do my best, but there was no time.”

“What happened to Rick?” – Alex asked, surprised by the unusual absence of the young chef. “He’s sleeping in the privée” – Kale replied, frowning – “He had a serious argument with Stewart last night. The bag in the living room is his, he was about to leave the Cove. Luckily I managed to calm him down”.

“Hey, Charlie!” – Kale suddenly exclaimed, his frown turning into a friendly smile, seeing Alex’ boy entering the kitchen – “I need you to do something important before breakfast. Take that big bag lying on the floor in front of the entrance hall, bring it up to Rick’s room and put away all the clothes in Rick’s drawers. You are the houseboy, so you know where to put your hands. Have you seen Rowan or Wahkan?”

“Rowan is sleeping downstairs, I checked on him few minutes ago. I haven’t seen Wahkan, but I heard him entering his room early in the morning”. “Thank you, Charlie” – Kale replied – “Now go, and take care of that bag. It’s very important.”

The boy rushed out of the kitchen and Kale turned to the men, now sitting on the stools around the small kitchen table. “I hope you can tell us what happened” – Alex said – “Please, no ‘professional secret’, this time”.

~ The Cove gathers around ~

“It’s OK, Rick talked to me as a friend, not as a counselor” – the Hawaiian cleared up – “and anyway this problem concerns the entire Cove, men and boys… and Rowan, though at the moment I’d keep him out of the fuss. You all saw the tension between Stewart and Rick at dinner, last night. Apparently, Stewart got furious because he doesn’t accept Rick’s deep mutual bond with Rowan”.

“Now, I understand that Rowan’s sudden arrival has put a strain on the Cove’s delicate balance” – Kale continued, remembering the tongue-lashing Beau gave him – “but still Stewart’s reaction was excessive, in my opinion. He practically asked to Rick to choose between him and Rowan! And apparently, this was not the first time. Frankly, I think it’s cruel to push a boy between the devil and the deep sea this way; especially when we all know that a special, one-of-a-kind love such as the one between a master and his boy can’t be threatened by other liaisons blossoming up within the Cove. We all love each other, after all!”

Munching scrambled eggs and toasts, Barry growled in a menacing tone: “That airman thinks he’s the supreme commander of the world, but I’m going to put him in line! Treating his boy that way!”

“Barry, please, don’t start again throwing your weight around!” – Kale warned sternly, but then, looking and the flash of anger in Barry’s eyes, and at his heaving, sexy chest, he softened his tone and added, with a lustful wink: “…A weight I’d like you to throw over me, anyway…”

“Better” – the worker conceded, talking with his mouth full, while his hand lowered suspiciously under the table.

“This is something we all man must take care of” – Alex intervened, taking control of the situation with his usual commanding attitude – “Now I need to sleep, and Barry will go to work as usual. You too, Kale: no need to hang around. Rick will be fine, here, with Beau and Wahkan, I’ll explain them what happened before hitting the sack.”

~ Morning lust ~

Barry went to work and Kale disappeared into his suite. Alex met Charlie on the stairs: “Hey, kid, the breakfast is in the kitchen. Not much to eat, I’ll explain later”. Charlie rushed down, and Alex climbed to the third floor, and then went up the attic using the narrow spiral case. He knocked at the door and heard some hurried movements inside. “Er… Attendez!” – he heard a hoarse voice say. And then, after a moment: “Bon, entrez!”.

Alex stepped in and saw Beau standing near the bed, with his disheveled hair falling down in locks, blushing for physical exertion, or maybe embarrassment. His almost naked body glistened with sweat and he held a towel around his waist. The thin fabric couldn’t hide in any way the stiff erection of Beau’s big cock.

“I… er…” – Beau tried to say, looking down at the towel poking out like a tent. He usually was very confident about his body, and being naked, or even aroused in front of other men never embarrassed him, but Alex… Alex was so commanding, so hot! His bulky, beefy frame, squeezed into that sexy security guard uniform, always sent Beau’s sexual system in overdrive. And Alex knew it…

“I’m sorry… I was having a hot dream and… I don’t know… my hand…” – Beau’s voice trailed off. Alex looked straight at him: “I hope you were dreaming of me…” – he said, with lustful voice, slowly removing his jacket. “Aaaahhh…” – Beau moaned softly, when Alex, button by button, opened his tight shirt, revealing a sparkling white T-shirt underneath.

“You… You… Mon dieu…” – Beau gasped, looking avidly at Alex’ hands caressing the bulge growing into his tight black pants. Alex knew how to get the most out of his gorgeous body and put on a show for the drooling blond man, rejoicing the sight of his cock bouncing up and down under the thin towel.

Alex slowly tore his T-shirt up, revealing his sculpted eight-pack and then the bulging pecs. He swiftly removed the T-shirt and caressed his own wide chest. When his hands started playing with his hefty nipples, a loud groan resounded in the room, but it was not Alex’: it was Beau’s.

The blond man was about to take a step toward the beefy guard, but a stern order stopped him:“Don’t move!”. Beau stood perfectly still, except for his cock, bobbing frantically under the white fabric. The guard unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, making them fall on the floor. When he moved his legs to step out of the pants, Beau could see his huge bulge shifting from side to side into the tight white boxer briefs.

Beau seemed at the verge of losing his load: “Man… you are so hot it hurts…”. Alex gave him the most blatant, lascivious, lustful gaze he was capable of, and abruptly tore down his underwear, making his huge cock spring up and his hefty balls bounce back and forth.

“Aaaaaaghh!” – Beau groaned, his head thrown back in the ecstasy of the unexpected, spontaneous climax he couldn’t hold. His hard cock bounced frantically under the towel, while a wet spot was growing larger and larger on the white fabric. Alex moved closer and stripped away Beau’s towel, revealing his cock still dripping sperm.

Without a word, Alex pushed the man onto the bed and in seconds he was over him. “You know it will hurt a bit, now, don’t you?” – he said, knowing that a penetration right after cumming could be uncomfortable, to say the least. But Beau was subjugated by Alex’ manliness: “Fuck me, split me, hurt me, I don’t care…” – he whispered, raising his legs and offering his ass to the bulky guard towering over him.

The beefy man spat on his hand and lubricated his cock, hard as steel, and without further ado he speared Beau’s ass with a single, powerful thrust. “AAAGH!” – the blond guy cried out, but soon started moving his ass to take the giant cock deeper and deeper into him.

Alex ploughed the tender ass fiercely, groaning loudly. His wide cock head, buried deep inside his lover, scraped mercilessly against his prostate. Beau’s cock, despite the recent orgasm, never lost its stiffness, and now was drooling again copious pre-cum.

“You know you’re mine” – growled the fierce guard to his blond lover – “You can’t resist! I will fuck the cum out of you!” Beau felt like he didn’t exist anymore, he was a lump of clay in the hands of the powerful man who was dominating him: “I do not resist, do to me whatever you want… You’re making me cum again… Ahhh… Oui! Oui! Aaaaahh!!”

Beau’s untouched cock started spurting again all the sperm his balls could give. “Here it comes, man!” – Alex shouted – “I’m gonna fill your ass with jizz! Yeah… Aahhh!”

The men bucked frantically, releasing their manly juices in a powerful simultaneous orgasm, until they finally slowed down and rested, side by side, holding each other into their arms.

~ The plan ~

“I should throw you out of this house” – Beau joked, looking at Alex – “You’re too gorgeous, you always make me lose control…”. Alex laughed. “If you’d ever come to me to throw me out, I’d only need to do this…” – he said, and glanced at him lasciviously, like he had done earlier. Beau felt a stir in his spent cock. “No, man, not again, I beg you! Let’s eat something, instead” – Beau said, getting off the bed and cleaning himself with the towel he took from the ground – “In few minutes Hendrick should bring up the breakfast”.

“He won’t come” – Alex announced, frowning. “This is why I’ve come here. He argued with Stewart very seriously, last night. You know, Rick and Rowan are very fond of each other, in the past they have suffered for a similar trauma and this has tied a strong bond between them. They made love, and apparently Rowan is… very special when he makes love”.

“I know” – Beau said, guessing where Alex’ was going to. After all, he himself had accused Kale to have fallen in love with Rowan…

“Anyway, Stewart came to him, compelling Rick to choose between him and Rowan. Rick was devastated, and this morning, at dawn, he was about to run away from the Cove. Luckily, Kale had got up early and found Rick in the kitchen, in an awful state, and convinced him to stay. Now the boy is sleeping in the privée”.

“What you say is very serious, Alex” – Beau said, frowning – “We have to do something about it. I usually don’t want to interfere in the relationship between a master and his boy; but Rowan is directly involved, and he’s a full member of the Cove by now: this is something that concerns the entire Cove”.

“That’s exactly what Kale said” – Axel replied. “I think we men should talk to Stewart as soon as possible. I suggest that we all meet in the dining room at lunch, if you agree. All the men should be at home by then”.

“OK, that’s settled, then. Thank you for alerting me about this problem, mon ami.” Beau gave his buddy a mischievous glance: “And thank you for… ehm… the other thing, too!”

~ The calm before the storm ~

The rest of the morning went by without further problems. Charlie, being the houseboy, moved from room to room, tidying up and cleaning the entire house. Alex went to bed for his much deserved sleep. Kale and Barry had gone to work. Rowan and Wahkan, after spending the night together on the beach, were sleeping soundly in their rooms.

Chayton, on the other hand, had slept like a log that night. When he went down to the kitchen, he marveled at the unusual sight of Beau cooking some more scrambled eggs, since the ones prepared by Kale earlier had finished. Beau quickly told to the boy what happened and asked him to inform Wahkan as soon as he would wake up, and the boy immediately went back to his suite.

Alone in the kitchen, Beau struggled with stoves and pans until he could put together a decent breakfast… more or less. He took a large tray, loaded it with the hot dishes and moved to the privée. He silently entered the small room and stood a moment near the sofa, looking lovingly at the sleeping young chef. He was a terrible sight: his red hair disheveled, his face trailed with dry tears, the anguish clearly visible in the deep crease between his brows.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty” – he said softly. Rick slowly opened his eyes and gasped, seeing the blond god standing there, with a hot breakfast for him. “Sir! You prepared… Oh, you didn’t have to do it! I’m sorry, I…” – Rick hastened to say, standing up.

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything, mon jeune ami! Every day you are so kind to climb up to my attic bringing my breakfast – and I can only imagine how hard it is such an ascent while holding this heavy tray. For once, I wanted to return the favour. I don’t have many chances to let you know how much I love you, and that’s what I’m doing now.”

Rick watched in awe the beautiful, kind man placing the tray on the table, setting it up for the breakfast. «He has cooked for me!» – Rick thought, astonished – «He loves me! And I… was about to turn him down and leave him forever!»

The boy felt so guilty, and yet so loved, that he couldn’t hold his tears. He ran to Beau and threw himself into his strong arms: “Forgive me sir! How could I think to leave you! You gave me so much, and I was about to repay you turning my back to you…”

“Hey, hey, calm down and look at me”. Beau held Rick at arm’s length. “You didn’t actually go away, did you? So, what are you blaming yourself for? Here, let’s dry this beautiful face of yours” – he said, gently rubbing a clean napkin over the boy’s face. “And now sit down and have breakfast with me, I’m starving!”

For the next half an hour, the blond god and the young chef sit at the table, eating and chatting, and the adoring smile that had appeared on the boy’s face never faded. When they finished their breakfast, Beau looked at Rick with an intrigued smile and said: “You had a terrible night, you must be tense as a violin string. Come with me.”

~ A trip to paradise ~

Hendrick, a bit puzzled, followed Beau out of the privée, across the dining room and into the gym, at the northern end of the first floor. The boy looked around at the state-of-the-art gym equipment that Rick used almost every day. Was Beau offering him a training in the gym? “Viens!” – the man said, turning left and heading to the spa, located on the western side of the gym.

The young chef had been there only once, and briefly: though the room was open to anyone, the boys instinctively considered it reserved to the men. He looked around, admiring the floor-to-ceiling mirrors covering the walls, the big window overlooking the ocean, the large Jacuzzi humming in a corner and the immaculate massage table in the middle of the room.

“Now, mon jeune ami, let everything to me. You don’t have to do or say anything.”

With caring hands, Beau raised Hendrick’s T-shirt and removed it; then he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them, making Rick step out of them. He, too, removed his clothes, leaving only his boxers on. “Climb on the massage table, face down” – Beau said, and Rick silently complied. The man opened a drawer under the table and took a bottle of perfumed massage oil. He poured some on Rick’s back and started a deep, expert massage on his young body. Beau’s hands ran across the back, pinched the shoulder muscles and pressed his fingers on his skin.

Rick writhed with pleasure. The massage he was receiving was so relaxing, so pleasurable, even sensual! He sighed contented in the padded hole where he had nested his face. He enjoyed the feeling of the man’s hands rubbing his skin, massaging expertly his upper body, from his neck to the little of his back.

Slowly, Beau’s fingers started sneaking under the waistband of Rick’s underwear, until he felt the strong hands gripping his briefs and pulling them down and out of the way. Beau’s hand ran sensually over the back of his legs, along the inner thighs and all over the mounds of his ass. His fingers dug deep into the crack of his ass, lingering around his anus.

“Turn around, face up” – Beau said after a while. Rick did as requested, but he realized he had a hard-on and blushed: “Sir, I…” “Shh… It’s OK. No need to say anything…” – Beau interrupted him.

The man poured more perfumed oil on Rick’s body, massaging with increasing vigor his chest, his abs, his groins and his legs. He viciously insisted on the boy’s nipples, making him writhe with pleasure. His cock, by now, was hard as steel, but Beau didn’t touch it. He went on working hard the young body, massaging sensually his thighs, his calves, his pubes and his balls.

The man’s hands danced over Rick’s body, and the boy stood still, lying on the padded table, moaning softly with his eyes tightly shut. His cock almost ached for the tension, but he didn’t care: feeling that blond stud, beautiful as a god, caressing and massaging his most intimate parts was a trip to paradise. It couldn’t get any better, Rick though, but he understood how wrong he was when, unexpectedly, he felt Beau’s lips closing around his throbbing cock.

He gasped loud, for the surprise and the sudden pleasure, and looked down at the gorgeous man working his cock. He briefly backed up and said simply: “Lie down and enjoy”. Rick’s head was spinning: Beauregard, the powerful, handsome boss of the Cove was sucking him!

Beau went on working on the young, writhing body with growing passion, assaulting and titillating all its most sensible spots at once. His lips curled around the boy’s shaft, while the throat muscles gripped his glans; the man’s fingers flicked wildly the boy’s nipples and massaged his balls.

When Rick felt Beau’s oily fingers running into his ass crack, massaging his nether portal, and then sneaking inside his anus, he knew he was lost. He groaned loud, gasped for air and uttered with rugged breath: “Sir… Sir… oh god… aahhh… I can’t hold anymore… I… I… Aaaaaaghh!!!”

Powerful shots of hot juice hit Beau’s throat, and he gulped and swallowed it, without slowing down his head bobbing up and down, nor his hands stimulating wildly the boy’s nipples and ass. Rick’s body shuddered and bucked, shook by the shattering orgasm, while his loud moans filled the room: “Oh, sir… Oh, sir… Aaaahhh… Fuck…. Aaaahhh!”

The moans slowly turned to sighs, as the climax subsided. Rick opened his eyes and looked at Beau, unable to express with words the joy, the ecstasy, the gratitude he was feeling. But he needed no words, because Beau already knew: the beautiful man was looking at him with such a loving smile that Rick’s heart melted down.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the massage, I hope you feel more relaxed now, mon cher… Come, join me in the Jacuzzi”.

«I died and I’m in heaven» – Hendrick though, looking ad Beau dropping his boxers and entering the hot tub. The boy stepped in and sat at his side, looking at the man with such an astonished expression that was almost hilarious. “Sir… may I… hug you?” – he stubbled. With a smile, Beau opened his arms and held the boy tight, letting his head rest on his wide chest.

“I will never leave you, sir” – Rick murmured – “I won’t even think to leave you, ever”.

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(End of chapter 11 – Please proceed to Chapter 12)