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, causing his hysterical reaction. Kale, an Hawaiian school counselor, intervenes. During a dramatic night, Rowan reveals to Kale his past and then they make 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. Then, in an sexually intense night on a deserted beach, the Native American Wahkan discovers how deep are Rowan’s fears and inhibitions. Hendrick has a furious argument with his master Stewart and decides to leave the Cove; but Kale convinces him to stay. Rowan gives proof of his valiancy and athletic skills, winning a fight against a bad guy much stronger than him. The man and the boys of the Cove talk about Rowan and think he seems to come from another century. 

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

Charlie gets very horny at the swimming pool and he’s given the chance to have sex with a stranger, but he resists and is rewarded by his master Alex for avoiding sex outside of the Cove. Chayton is restless because he’s confined to a bottom role, but Wahkan understands his needs and offers him his virgin ass. Rowan ponders about his life and about love, and decides to make another step in his journey, surrendering to Beau, the blond leader of the Cove.

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• Book 02 (Chapter 11-15) with bookmarks

 ≈ SEXUAL TENSION ≈ 

~ The hottest swimming pool ~

After lunch, all the men and the boys had to attend their afternoon duties. Charlie helped Rick cleaning up the dining table and then followed him to the kitchen. He was a bit puzzled when he saw Rick taking pans and pots and starting to prepare a meal: “I can’t guess what are you cooking, at this time of the day, right after lunch, but I have no time to help you: I’m going to the swimming pool for a couple hours, see you later!”

The boy took his gym bag and rushed out. The pool was at a short walking distance, and he soon was in the locker room, to change into his swimwear. Charlie loved the locker room, full of guys and men putting on and off their underwear and swimwear, showering in the nude and walking around with tiny towels around their hips.

While wearing his speedo, the boy glanced around, peeking at bulging pecs, hanging balls and firm asses. He felt his cock twitch into the elastic fabric, and thought he’d better dive into the fresh water, lest to show an embarrassing erection.

That day, Charlie felt particularly horny. Few hours before, he had sucked Rowan’s cock in the gym, at the Cove, while Rick and Chayton were literally assaulting all his sensitive spots at once. Rowan had cum wildly, but none of the boys, that morning, could release his sexual tension.

Charlie did his best to concentrate on his swimming training, but wherever he looked he could spot cocks, balls and asses barely covered by tiny speedos and bulging pecs, defined abs and powerful biceps.

After an hour or so, he gave up and went back to the locker room. He sat on a bench, drying himself with a towel, while a carousel of hot guys and men flashed their manhood around him. He covered his groin with the towel to hide a raging hard-on; he didn’t dare to stand up and head the showers, so he stood there, sitting on the bench, waiting for the other men to finish their business and go away.

While the swimmers, one by one, left the locker room, a guy came in. He was hot as hell! Charlie looked at his manly features, his muscular torso peeking out of the open shirt and the huge bulge in his jeans. The boy was careful not to be spotted by the guy, but his eyes feasted on the hot body while he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his firm pecs and his wide, meaty nipples.

He kicked off his sneakers and then unzipped his jeans. The guy didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all; he slowly pushed down his pants, revealing his bright white briefs. Charlie looked mesmerized to the huge bulge moving around inside the loose underwear: when the guy raised one leg, and then the other, to step out of the jeans, his hefty cock moved from side to side, pushed up and out by the huge balls.

~ An irresistible offer ~

The boy, still sitting on the bench, struggled to hide his throbbing hard-on, while the guy went on putting on a show under Charlie’s lustful eyes. In the meantime, all the other men had left the locker room: Charlie was alone with the guy.

“Hey, boy…” – the young man said with a lascivious smirk – “I can easily guess what you are looking at…”. He stood up, naked except for his loose briefs, and slowly got closer to the speechless boy. “You like this?” – he growled when he was in front of the boy, massaging his own bulge right in front of Charlie’s eyes and making his huge cock twitch under the thin fabric.

“I know what you’d like to do with this package…” – the guy said, placing his hand under his bulge and pushing it up. “You want to touch it? Go ahead, boy… Make my cock feel good…”

Charlie groaned. It was true, he was dying to place his hands on that hot bulge, squeeze, pinch and caress it; and then he would like to rip away the loose briefs, making the huge cock bounce up. He longed to touch it, stroke it and suck it until he could drink that hot guy’s juice. He was dying to do that all, and more!

But he restrained himself. Sex outside the Cove was a no-no, absolutely forbidden, a capital sin. Alex would be extremely angry with him, and when Alex was enraged… it wasn’t a pretty sight!

“I… I…” – Charlie muttered, keeping his hands pressed hard on his groin, desperately trying to subdue his hard-on, or at least prevent an ejaculation – “No… I don’t think… Really, no…”

The guy raised one feet and planted it on the bench, next to the sitting boy. He leaned forward, placing his package so close to Charlie’s face that he could feel its warmth and sniff its manly smell. “Come on… You know you want it…” – he said in his low, rugged voice – “I see you’re as horny as me, boy…”

The stranger put a thumb inside the waistband and slowly pulled it down; a tuft of pubic hair peeked out, followed by a veiny, meaty shaft; the hand moved lower, until the cock head appeared under the straining waistband. With a tug, the guy freed his semi-hard cock, that bounced toward Charlie’s face. The boy gasped loudly: “I can’t… I can’t!” and slid down, sneaking under the guy’s open legs.

He quickly grabbed his clothes and his gym bag and ran away, feeling his heart thumping hard in his chest. When out, he put on his jeans without stopping, jumping on one foot, and then he wore his T-shirt, running home.

He was so horny he was about to explode. In his mind he imagined to touch the guy’s torso, twist his nipples, and lower his hand to his bulge… He ran up to his room on the second floor, feeling the urgent need to jerk off. He opened the door… and found Alex inside, turning his back to the door. He had just come home from work and was removing his uniform: he was already bare-chested and was taking off his pants.

~ Relief ~

Charlie looked at him, almost naked, with his loose white briefs barely holding his firm ass and his huge manhood. Alex raised his head and looked at the boy through the mirror on the wall: “Hey, kid!” – he said with a dazzling smile.

The boy was in a sexual frenzy. He ran to Alex and hugged him from behind, pressing his body against his back and grinding his own throbbing bulge on Alex’ ass. “Stay still, sir, please! Let me feel your body…” – Charlie pleaded, running his eager hands over the wide hairy torso, playing with the man’s nipple and grabbing his strong pecs.

“Hey, what’s up, kid?” – Alex asked, puzzled by such impetuosity. “Please sir… I need you… I need to feel you…” – Charlie whined, while his hands lowered to the man’s bulge. The boy took handfuls of hot balls and cock, massaging Alex’ manhood like there was no tomorrow. His hips ground harder and harder into the man’s ass. “You’re so hot, sir! I love you so much! Ohhh… Your cock is so big… I… Aaaahhh!!!” – Charlie screamed, when a shaking orgasm exploded in his pants. He hugged his man even tighter, while his body trembled, lost into the waves of pleasure.

When the climax subsided, he rested on Alex’ back, panting, unwilling to let him go. Alex turned around and put his hand under the boy’s chin, making him look up to his eyes: “You were really horny, kid… What happened? You can tell me, you know it”.

“I’m sorry, sir… I shouldn’t have cum that way…” – the boy said, ashamed. “Why not?” – Alex laughed – “You can’t pay a greater compliment to a man! Now, spill it…”

Charlie, still embarrassed, told to his master the whole story, about the guy with a body to drool on, his big package, the irresistible offer he made him and the struggle Charlie had to suffer to withstand it. “You told me many times not to have sex outside the Cove, but it was so hard to resist!”

“Come here, young man!” – Alex exclaimed, with a wide smile, opening his arms – “You’ve been strong, it must have been so hard to resist, but you managed to do the right thing. I’m so proud of you!”  Alex held his boy tight and their mouths locked in a ravenous kiss. “Boy, you made me so horny… I say you deserve a prize for what you’ve done… or better, for what you haven’t done!” – the man said, lowering his briefs – “I hope there’s some more juice for me in those unruly balls of yours…”

Charlie undressed in a flash, with his eyes shining for the excitement. Alex took his naked boy in his strong arms and threw him bodily on the bed: “No holds barred, my brave boy! I’ll make you scream with pleasure!”

And he did. All the men in the house, including Beau in his attic, could hear Charlie’s ecstatic squeals when Alex flooded his insides with his juice and his own orgasm exploded, without even touch his own cock.

~ Breakfast at sunset ~

While Alex and Charlie were holding each other into their bed, a lonely guy was restlessly sleeping in his own bed. In his mind, once more, an abusive stepfather was threatening a kid with his huge, lustful cock.

“No… NO…! AAAAHH!!”

Rowan jumped on the bed, heaving. He looked at the window and saw the sun slowly falling into the ocean. “He’s coming! He’s com…” – Rowan’s voice trailed off when his eyes fixated on an incongruous sight: placed on an empty crate near the bed there was a colourful snack basket, like the ones children bring with them at school. Close to it there was a folded note. Hesitating, Rowan took the note and read it…

“He’s not coming, Rowan. No one is coming. Take a deep breath and calm down. You always run away without eating and this can’t be. In the basket you will find a hot breakfast, that should still be warm, and a cold lunch, for later. I wish you could have your breakfast in your room, but if you really can’t stay, then take the food with you. Please. I cooked it especially for you.

I love you so much!

Hendrick

P.S.: Sorry for the childish basket; tomorrow I’ll find a better one."

Rowan’s eyes brimmed with tears. It was the kindest act he’d received in his whole life! He quickly got dressed and forced himself to sit on the bed, with the basket on his knees. “No one is coming…” – Rowan murmured to himself – “Hendrick said that no one is coming… I can trust Hendrick… I mustn’t let my demons lead me astray…”

The guy tried hard to convince himself, recalling Wahkan’s lesson, but he kept staring at the stairs door, as if it was about to open at any moment.

“He’s not coming… He’s not coming…” – he kept repeating to himself, while his body, almost against his will, stood up and slowly walked backward to the back door. He stood there for a moment and then he turned around and fled through the door. Careless of the pain, careless of the lack of air, Rowan ran breathlessly on the deserted beach, away from his nightmare, until his body couldn’t take a step more. He stood on the wet sand, panting hard, trying to catch his breath… and realized he was holding a childish snack bag in his hand.

As soon as he could breathe normally, he crossed the beach to the road, and then walked to the stone quarry. The site was deserted, except for Barry who was turning on the night lights. He looked at Rowan with a mix of sorrow and anger. He was sorry because his mere presence always made the guy tense; but he was angry with him, because… everyone at the Cove could have a piece of his ass, except him! Him! The man who no one can resist to!

Actually, it wasn’t true that “everyone could have a piece of his ass”: as a matter of fact, he offered his most intimate recess only to Rick, but for Barry it didn’t make any difference, knowing that several men and boys at the Cove had fun with him, one way or the other.

Rowan nodded to the rugged worker from away, and Barry nodded him back, heading to the gate and disappearing in the night.

The site was silent and the guy felt safe, now that he was alone. He made a first round, checking the machinery and the gates, and then sat on the grass, opened the colourful basket he was still holding as a precious coffer and had – for the first time in many years – a delicious breakfast.

~ Chayton’s torment ~

Meanwhile, at the Cove, Chayton was pacing around his room. He felt uneasy, irritated and tense. Partly it was for the sexual tension that piled up in his groin since they had fun with Rowan, earlier in the afternoon: all the boys had joyfully serviced the older guy, making him explode in a shattering orgasm, but he was the only one to have a sexual relief.

But there was more, and Chayton was trying hard to focus on it. He remembered how good it felt to finger-fuck Rowan’s tender ass, making him squirm for the overwhelming pleasure when he wildly stimulated his prostate. The boy felt powerful, realizing how the guy’s pleasure was literally in his hands.

Then, a faint memory resurfaced in his mind, a fleeting thought he had when Rowan asked for “some more stimulation”, offering his ass to him. He got the lubricant and dipped two fingers in it, and in that very moment, he imagined to grease up his own cock and shove it in that tender ass waiting in full display in front of his eyes.

But he knew Rowan’s history, he knew about the traumas he was trying hard to overcome, and a forceful fuck was definitely out of the question. It took to Chayton just a fraction of second to realize how wrong would it be and instantly dismissed that fantasy; so, he used his greased fingers to massage Rowan’s ass, nothing more.

That was what irritated Chayton! He wanted to fuck the guy, he needed to fuck ass! Wahkan had always been the best master a boy could have, but he was strictly a top man: the ageless Sioux had never yielded his ass to another man.

Pacing nervously around the room, the boy undressed himself, leaving his clothes scattered on the floor. His cock was swelling painfully in his tight boxer brief and his hand mechanically started rubbing the growing bulge.

«I’m a Sioux!» – Chayton though angrily – «I’m a man! And a man fucks ass!»

But in the Cove, this was almost impossible, for him. The men obviously were not inclined to offer their ass to a boy, and as for the other boys, only Charlie, once, let him fuck his ass, as what he did best was sucking cock.

For a moment, he though to jerk off, so to let off the steam, at least. But he didn’t like to jerk off: not that there was anything bad with it, but his master had taught him how important is sexuality, how a deep connection can be created between two men when they make love, and a solitary wank had a very little appeal to Chayton.

“Fuck!” – Chayton exclaimed in a loud voice, sitting heavily on his bed and holding his head with both hands; he felt so frustrated!

~ A young Falcon goes hunting ~

Wahkan, from the adjoining room, heard his boy swearing - which he rarely did, if ever - and opened the connection door. He stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at the clothes scattered around and at his boy sitting nervously on the bed.

Chayton jumped up, feeling ashamed, as he thought to be alone in the suite. “Oh! Sir, I’m sorry, I…” – he tried to say, but Wahkan silenced him raising his hand. He looked deeply into his boy’s eyes and said: “Words are useless, young Falcon”.

The wise man knelt down and pulled down the boy’s underwear, setting his rigid young meat free. Then he stood up and slowly undressed, until he was completely naked like his boy. He pressed his hands over Chayton’s chest, in a gesture so customary between them, and the boy did the same, pressing his palms over his master’s wide pecs.

A sudden sexual tension flowed between them, and both their cock were soon rock hard. They didn’t speak a single word, but their eyes were firmly locked into each other’s.

Wahkan removed his hands and got on the bed, lying on the mattress face down. Chayton looked puzzled at his master, at his strong back and his muscular, hairless ass. When the man parted his legs, he had a flash: his wise master had understood his inner struggle and was offering his ass to him! His ass! He was yielding his virgin ass to him, his own boy!

“S… Sir… I…” – Chayton stubbled, his head spinning for the excitement and the shock. “Shh…. Don’t talk, young Falcon. Don’t think. Just do it.”

The boy climbed on the bed and knelt between his master’s legs; he spat on his hand and massaged his cock for a moment, but suddenly stopped, thinking twice: the man was not used to be penetrated, and it would be even more painful for him without a proper lubrication. He leaned aside to take the lubricant from his nightstand and greased up his cock. He parted the man’s ass cheeks, and looked for the first time at the dark bush of hair circling his master’s inviolate nether portal.

The boy faltered, overwhelmed by the unexpected, unbelievable reversal of roles. Wahkan felt the boy’s hesitation and turned his head to him: “A young Falcon needs to hunt, it’s bred in his bones. Open your wings and catch your prey!”

A determined glimpse appeared in Chayton’s eyes, and he moved his hips forward, pressing the head of his cock on the tight hole. His urge to shove his cock all the way into the inviting ass was almost overwhelming, but he felt the tightness of his master’s clenched ass and restrained himself. “I won’t force myself on you, Sacred One. Allow me to come inside you.”

~ A merciless predator ~

Wahkan was not used to be topped by another man. He was virgin indeed, and did his best to relax his ass. But despite his efforts, and despite the large amount of lubricant Chayton had smeared on his cock, when the boy finally entered him it hurt as hell. Nevertheless, he didn’t utter a moan. He braced himself on the headboard and said, trying to control his voice: “Fly high, Falcon, and fall mercilessly on your prey! If you worry for your prey’s fate, you’ll starve to death!”

Chayton was inside his master! He felt powerful, confident, a top alpha-man, and started fucking the tight ass in earnest. He pounded over and over his hard cock into the hot chute, like the merciless predator his master wanted him to be. The man was holding tight the headboard, with his head bowed, and the boy couldn’t see his usually serene, wise face grimacing for the searing pain radiating from his ass.

But eventually, while the young Sioux was shoving his cock hard all the way into his ass, Wahkan couldn’t hold a chocked whine. Chayton realized in that moment that his master was suffering, and suddenly stopped, stood still for a moment, uncertain, and then pulled out. He rarely had the chance, so far, to top another man, but he did have a long experience as a bottom boy, and he knew well that for his master, that position – lying on his belly with his shoulders arched up – was the most painful.

The boy gently made the man roll on his back and raised his legs, placing them on his own shoulders. And then he eased again his cock into the now relaxed hole, looking at his master’s eyes. He didn’t wince, this time, when the young hard meat invaded his intimate depths and let out a moan of pleasure when the long cock gently reached and titillated his inner sphincter.

With a gentle, steady rhythm, Chayton fucked his master, rising and falling over him; he reached with one hand the man’s cock and started wanking it with growing passion. The man was writhing with pleasure, and when Chayton locked eyes with him, he knew that the time had come.

His cock pumped harder, and his hand sped up, until both men gasped and tensed, and a double climax made time itself stand still for a few endless seconds. “Aaaahh!” – Chayton screamed, unable to silence the pleasure flowing through his body and mind. He felt his master’s cock shudder into his hand and saw ropes of white juice spray all over his heaving chest, while his own cock flooded the man’s ass with young, hot sperm.

When the orgasm subsided, Chayton fell on the bed, beside his master, who looked at him with a proud smile: “You’ve been my boy for years, and we’ve gazed deep into each other many times, but still you surprise me. I had submitted to you, totally and defenselessly: you could have just taken possession of what was yours. Why have you used the lubricant? Why have you slowed down?”

“Because I realized that, being the top man, I had to take care of you. You were right, I badly needed to prove my worth as a man, and I thank you for what you have done for me: I know you well enough to understand how hard must have been to you to do this sacrifice for me. But I didn’t need to just release my sexual tension, I needed to act like a man, feel like a real man. I knew that your hole was not used to this, and I love and respect you too much to hurt you. My pleasure would have been halved if I didn’t share it with you.”

Wahkan beamed with pride for his boy: “You have learned more than I had taught you, young Falcon. I may call you ‘boy’, but you are a man: a fierce, wise Sioux, the pride of your people.”

Dinner time was long passed, but they didn’t feel hungry - not for food anyway - while they passionately kissed, holding each other in their arms.

~ Rowan ponders about his life ~

In the middle of the night, at the quarry, Rowan was smiling. He couldn’t stop smiling because he felt fine: it was as if the high gates of the site could keep out his nightmares. That place, that during the day was a hive of activity, at night was comfortably silent and motionless.

Rowan felt a twitch in his stomach, and automatically dismissed it as irrelevant, like he had done for years. But then he thought twice, and his smile became even wider, thinking at the childish lunch bag waiting for him in the small trailer they used as a office. He went to the trailer and took his lunch, but he didn’t feel to eat it inside: the night was so warm, so silent! And anyway, he didn’t feel comfortable staying indoors at night, even though the rickety trailer could be hardly defined as “indoors”.

The guy sat on the grass, on a small rise of the ground where he could have a comprehensive sight of the quarry and started munching the delicious sandwiches, that were even more delicious to Rowan, knowing that Hendrick had lovingly prepared especially for him.

Hendrick… Hendrick… He felt a bit guilty about him. Rowan knew there was a strong bond between them, having suffered for similar traumatic experiences; and the guy trusted the boy totally, so much that asked him to make love to him in a way he hadn’t done for years, since he had run away from his abusive stepfather.

But Rowan could read in the boy’s eyes an intense, sheer love for him… that he couldn’t reciprocate. He felt respect for Hendrick, and even a deep, sincere affection for him; but love… love was something different.

~ What’s love? ~

«But is love really something different?» – he wondered, realizing that he didn’t actually loved anyone in his life. He loved Paul, the old owner of the shabby cinema, but it was a sort of filial love. He had loved deeply, though for a brief moment, Charlie, when he unveiled himself to the boy on the first day they met, but that was just an impetus of the moment.

Kale… He loved Kale, since the night he opened his soul to him and shared with that kind man the pain that was torturing him deep inside; but it wasn’t really love, it was more a mix of gratitude and affection to the man who was for him more like a lifeboat in the stormy ocean, rather than a lover.

«Shouldn’t love make your heart throb and your head spin?» – Rowan considered, dubious, fearing that maybe his romantic idea of love was just something that existed only in books and movies. «If I’d love someone» – the guy thought, staring at the starry sky – «I’d want to be with him, hold him, kiss him all the time… I’d want to feel the need to run to him when he comes back home, and I’d want to miss him when we’re apart!».

«But there’s no one in my life I feel something like that for…» – Rowan thought, mentally scanning all the men he’d met in his life… There was no one… except Beauregard! He felt his heart miss a beat when the image of the kind, beautiful man suddenly flashed in his mind. Rowan saw behind his closed eyes the tall blond man, dressed up in an astonishing graceful tuxedo; and then the same man, naked and trembling, swept away by a shaking orgasm, pouring into his eyes his overwhelming pleasure [1].

Rowan reopened his eyes and felt his heart pounding furiously in his chest and his cock throbbing hard in his pants, and desired to run back home and throw himself in Beau’s strong arms, safe and loved now and forever. Rowan was surprised, as he’d never felt anything like that, he’d never felt such powerful emotions stirring in his heart! If that wasn’t love, the guy pondered, it was the most similar thing to love he’d ever felt in his whole life…

He was the man to whom Rowan could offer himself completely. The guy longed to feel helpless under his powerful body, trustfully yielding to him what he had most precious, what his stepfather had forcefully and painfully wrested from him countless times.

He had already made such an offer to Hendrick, of course, but it was different, as Rick was so much younger than Rowan: that time, it was the older guy who led the game, allowing the boy to penetrate him. But Rowan felt now the need to overcome one of his greatest fears: feeling again – but this time lovingly – completely at the mercy of a powerful, trustworthy man, someone who could even hurt him badly, but wouldn’t, because loved him. Someone like Beauregard.

The sky tinged in pink, in that magic moment when the entire world waits in respectful silence for the glorious sun to appear from behind the far horizon. «I can do it. I will do it…» – Rowan decided, resolutely, but holding his breath and refusing to finish his sentence: «…if he ever wants to.»

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 7, ~ Climbing up to the Olympus ~

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