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. Those sad memories resurface again when Paul, the owner of the cinema and former chauffeur at Rice-Duncan mansion, dies, causing a deep grief to Beau and Rowan. That night Beau, masterfully mixing love and dominance, helps the guy overcome his greatest fears: surrendering to an older man helps Rowan and staying indoors after sunset. 

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

Kale is desperate, thinking that Rowan has stolen Beau's heart. On the wave of his memories, we fly to the sunny shores of Côte d'Azur, in Southern France, where Beau and Kale first met; and then we follow them to Paris, where Kale's certainties about sex and love crumble under the overwhelming attraction towards Beau; in a run-down apartment in Pigalle, both Kale's and Beau's life take a sharp turn, creating a strong bond that will be the foundations of the Cove.

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• Book 01 (Chapters 1-10) with bookmarks and PictureBook01 with NSFW images
• Book 02 (Chapter 11-20) with bookmarks and PictureBook02 with NSFW images
• Book 03 (Chapter 21-26) with bookmarks and PictureBook03 with NSFW images

 ≈ SENTIMENT AND RESENTMENT ≈ 

~ Kale’s shock ~

Kale turned around, in a dazed state, and stumbled down the spiral staircase. Beau’s words still echoed in his ears: ‘I love you too, Rowan! Like I’ve never loved anyone!’

«I knew it! I knew that it would’ve happened, sooner or later!» – he thought, trying to catch his breath. He felt lost. He rushed to his suite, slammed the door and fell on the bed, on his back. The white ceiling, above him, became a screen where his mind projected a movie about himself, Beau and Rowan. He stared up, looking at himself making love to Beau in his bed; and then the desert beach, at night, where Rowan lay with him the first night they met. And suddenly, on the white canvas, there were only Beau and Rowan, holding each other tight, while Beau said ‘I love you too, Rowan! Like I’ve never loved anyone!’

How many times Kale had told Beau that he loved him! And every single time Beau tensed slightly and never replied ‘I love you too’. Not once! Between the tanned Hawaiian and the blond boss there was an undeniable attraction, a strong mutual bond, and even love, Kale was sure about it; but still, Beau never told him.

Of course, he knew well about Beau’s traumatic past, and was inclined to forgive his apparent inability to admit his love to anyone. “The Cove is the Cove” – they often joked, meaning that in that house everyone loved each other, and thus no one in particular. But it was a fiction: Kale knew that Beau was in love with him! He just couldn’t put it in words, but he was in love with him!

But apparently he’d been proved wrong. The bare truth was that Beau was unable to speak those words only to him, because he surely didn’t have problems saying so to Rowan… Kale heard him way too well: Beau loved Rowan, ‘like I’ve never loved anyone’.

Tears of anger, disillusion and pain welled in his eyes. It was unfair! He and Beau had given so much to each other, since the day they met in France, years before. They were happy together, back then, and had been happy when they came back and started living at the Cove, the only two inhabitants of the big house. They had made love in every room, on every bed, in every shower!

A dull resentment fired up in Kale’s heart. “Fuck you!” – he said to the ceiling, but it was unclear, even for himself, whether he was talking to Beau, Rowan or himself. Probably he should have been angry with Beau, who had just fooled around with him, making him believe he loved him. But no matter how Kale tried, he just couldn’t come to hate Beau…

Rowan! It was Rowan the real culprit! He surely went to Beau, the kind and sensible Beau, whining about his traumatic past, his need for a man like him, and slowly that pale guy had trapped him into his web.

Kale closed his eyes, and tears rolled down his face. He felt exhausted, drained. Half asleep, but still awake, his memory drew a picture of two stunningly handsome guys, a tanned Hawaiian and a blond European, sitting at a small table of a bistrot on the French Riviera, eating a croissant looking deep into each other’s eyes. And then Kale’s mind flew free, and fond memories flooded his heart...

~ Juan-les-pins ~

The sun of June inundated the outdoor tables of the crowded Café de la Plage. Kale was sitting alone at a corner table overlooking the ample golden beach, sipping a coffee. They say that in the French Riviera there are 360 sunny days a year, and probably it was right: Kale had been staying in Juan-les-Pins for more than a month, and he had never seen a single cloud. He was in bad need of a vacation, he needed to put an Ocean between himself and his home, because at home, back in Florida, things didn’t go well… to say the least.

His marriage was crumbling to pieces, he barely talked to his wife. She had accused him not to love her any more, and at first Kale thought she was right, but now, at more than a thousand miles from home, he finally grasped the truth: he didn’t stop loving his wife, because he never really loved her. He had to face the fact that his wife, nor any other woman for what matters, had never made his heart throb.

Apparently, Kale was not inclined to feel that overwhelming passion that probably existed only in romantic novels. Indeed, he was a calm and poised man, and while it was true that he was passionate about surfing, reading and many other things, he apparently wasn’t a passionate lover.

He took another sip of his coffee and looked around: all the tables were occupied by couples and groups. There was a tall guy standing nearby, talking with the waiter; “Désolé, monsieur” – the waiter said, explaining that all the tables were taken. For some reason Kale pitied that young man who could not enjoy the pleasure of basking in the warm sun, sitting in that lovely terrace overlooking the sea.

The stranger turned around, to go away, and exchanged a fleeting glance with Kale. His deep blue eyes sent a chill down Kale’s spine. The Hawaiian didn’t speak French well but he instinctively said: “S’il vous plait…”, pointing to a spare chair at his own table.

He got closer and replied in English: “You’re very kind”, and sat down. “My name is Beauregard, but usually they call me Beau. You’re not French, are you?”. Kale laughed: “Is my French that horrible?”. He shook hands with Beau and said “The name’s Kale”. “Like the port to Dover?”  “No, not ‘Calais’, it’s written K-A-L-E, it’s Hawaiian… I’m from Hawaii, but I live in Florida”.

Kale couldn’t stop staring at Beau. He was a very handsome guy, with refined and yet masculine features, long blond hair, perfectly combed, but with a rebel tuft falling on his forehead. His clothes were definitely cheap, but he was extremely well-mannered and there was something noble in the way he moved and talked. But what really amazed Kale were his deep blue eyes: it seemed that the sky and the sea of the French Riviera had condensed into those eyes.

Beau was explaining that he lived in Paris and that he had come to Juan-les-Pines only to visit his aunt, but Kale only heard the deafening thump of his own heart…

The two guys talked the entire morning, and then they decided to stay for lunch. At sunset, they were still talking. “I work as a school counselor” – Kale said, answering to one of the many questions they asked each other, both eager to know as much as they could about their friend – “And what do you for living in the Ville Lumiére?”.  Beau seemed a bit embarrassed and replied: “I… ehm… work at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts, the School of Fine Arts. And now, unfortunately, I have to go, as I’m going back to Paris in a couple hours. It’s been a real pleasure to chat with you”.

They stood up and shook hands, holding each other’s hand longer than usual and exchanging sorry glances, both knowing that they would unlikely meet ever again.

~ Paris ~

For a week Kale tried in vain to regain his tranquility, but he could only think of Beauregard, and he couldn’t understand why. He was obsessed by the memory of the blond, handsome guy to the point of finding hard to sleep. He was a counselor, he was trained to read behind the surface, and soon he couldn’t lie to himself any more: he felt somewhat attracted by that guy! «This is silly!» – he thought, in disbelief – «I’ve always been into girls, and still now…». He pictured in his mind the beautiful girls he had sex with in his life, and felt his cock stirring in his pants.

«It can’t be in any other way» – he thought, relieved to see that a hot chick still made his manhood come alive – «I don’t feel anything like this for Beau…».  As soon as he thought of him, memories of his beautiful face, his deep blue eyes and his muscular torso flashed in his mind, and his cock twitched so hard that he instinctively lowered his hand to keep it in check. And, even more surprisingly, his cock was not his only body part that was throbbing wildly.

Kale’s head was spinning: he didn’t understand what was happening to him, nor what he felt for Beau, but he knew what he had to do. «I must see him again. I must find him!»

In a frenzy, he booked a seat on the evening flight from Nice to Paris, packed his baggage, checked out and jumped on a train to the airport. It was late when he finally exited the Charles de Gaulle airport. He spent the night in one of the many business hotels nearby, spending the last money he had with him, and the next morning, pulling his trolley with one hand and holding a bag with the other, he arrived at the École des Beaux-Arts, the only reference Beau had given him.

He entered and tried to ask to the school keeper, in his broken French, if there was a Beau or Beauregard working there; when the man replied he didn’t have a clue about who Kale was talking about, the Hawaiian felt his heart shrink: the École was the only place he could look for him at, and Paris was too huge a city to hope for a fortuitous encounter! The Hawaiian tried anxiously to describe him as a tall blond man, with deep blue eyes and a muscular frame, but the keeper still shook his head. A female teacher passing by overheard their conversation and got closer: “If you are looking for monsieur Harcourt” – she said in English – “he’s currently upstairs, second floor, classroom 2-B. But you have to wait outside, because the lesson is in progress”.

Kale thanked the lady and rushed upstairs, but was unsure: Beau didn’t tell him his family name, and maybe this ‘monsieur Harcourt’ was not him… He stood for a while out of the door 2-B, but then he felt impatient, so he carefully opened a crack and peeked inside. He had to stifle a gasp, when he saw Beau in the center of the ample room, with many students drawing sketches of him on their canvasses.

~ A blond sleeping god ~

Beau was lying on his back, in a lazy pose, on an ancient sofa covered in red velvet, with one arm under his head and one leg on the floor. And he was naked.

Kale stood there, almost holding his breath, looking at the magnificent body, his sculpted pecs and abs, his muscular biceps, his strong legs and his hefty cock resting limp on his groin. Beau was keeping his eyes closed, pretending to sleep. The Hawaiian could do nothing but admire him, so painfully beautiful and breathtakingly powerful. He looked like a blond sleeping god.

The dull pain in his groin made Kale realize that his cock was rock hard and was desperately straining for release. Then suddenly a bell rang in the corridor, and all the students, along with the teacher, rushed out of the classroom, leaving Beau alone. The guy rose from the sofa and headed to the changing room, but froze when he saw Kale in the doorway.

He blushed and opened his mouth but nothing came out. Kale got closer and Beau stuttered: “Kale…! I… I didn’t…”. The Hawaiian looked into the deep blue eyes and breathed: “Neither did I…”. They weren’t really aware of the nonsense of their conversation, but Beau was definitely aware of the straining bulge under Kale’s pants, and blushed even more when he realized that his own cock, too, was rock hard.

The blond guy forced himself out of his trance and grabbed Kale by his arm, dragging him into the changing room. “Why have you come here?” – he asked, with an embarrassed and yet timidly relieved expression, and Kale sighed: “I wish I knew. I only know that I had to see you again. I… spied on you from the door” – Kale admitted, lowering his gaze – “and… I don’t know… I felt…”.  His hand kept brushing on his own bulge, while his mind was desperately trying to understand what was going on. “But you told me you are married…” – Beau exclaimed – “I mean… I didn’t know you…”. “I didn’t know, either!” – said aloud Kale, who couldn’t think straight. His voice cracked: “Oh, shit! All of the sudden I don’t know who I am… I don’t know what happened at Juan-les-Pins… I don’t know what’s happening right now!”

Beau’s eyes opened wide and a tender smile appeared on his handsome face: “But I know what’s happening to you… It happened to me, too, years ago…”. He moved closer, took Kale’s face in his hands and gave him a light, innocent kiss on his lips, the same tender, tentative kiss Jordan gave him long before, in another life. Kale felt the guy’s naked body pressed against his, his strong hands keeping him in his power, his warm lips brushing tenderly against his own, and for a moment he felt lost into… something his mind just couldn’t cope with. When their lips parted, Kale staggered and Beau hastened to hold him tight in his strong arms. Kale instinctively threw his arms around his muscular torso, and in his daze he heard that astonishing blond god whispering in his ear: “Whatever happens, keep in mind that it’s fine. There is no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’, here”.

Kale held on tight to Beau for a while, and then sighed and stepped back, with an uncertain smile twitching on his face. “Well… I’m here now, though I don’t know what I’m gonna do from now on”. “Where are you staying here in Paris?” – Beau asked, while getting dressed. “I still have to find a cheap place where to stay, I have not much money left, I had to go back home yesterday, but…”

“Listen, mon ami, you can stay at my place for tonight, and then tomorrow we can look for a suitable accommodation. But…” – Beau hesitated – “my place is quite run-down…”

~ Pigalle ~

‘Run down’ turned out to be a euphemism: the place was a real mess. The apartment, located in a dirty alley behind Boulevard de Clichy, in the sketchy sex district of Pigalle, consisted in only one room and a small bathroom. In a corner there was an old stove and a small fridge, and the only other piece of furniture was a French-size bed. The faded and stained paint peeled off the wall, and the floor was cluttered with clothes and books. Kale appreciated the bed, freshly done with clean sheets, and tried to concentrate on the few positive things he could see in the otherwise depressing room.

“You’re a reader” – the Hawaiian said, pointing at the many books piled on the floor. “They’re my University books, I got a degree in Economics last year” – Beau replied with a hint of pride, but soon looked around, embarrassed: “I told you this place was quite run-down. And the bed, as you see, is a little smaller than a Queen size, we’ll have to squeeze ourselves a little to fit in. And talking about the bed… I need to sleep a couple hours before going to work”.

“Do you mind if I crush on the bed, too?” – Kale asked – “I feel like I haven’t slept for a week… which I actually didn’t” – he admitted, with a timid grin.

Beau stripped confidently to his underwear and Kale, with a little embarrassment, did the same. They lay on the tiny bed and soon found out that there was very little room and their arms and legs often touched. Beau fell deeply asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. Kale looked at the blond sleeping god and again he felt a turmoil of emotions. He restrained his hands that, almost following their own will, tried to caress the guy’s bulging pecs, his defined abs, his beautiful face.

The Hawaiian couldn’t ignore the painful erection into his own tight boxers, but his mind refused to acknowledge its full meaning. He only knew that he couldn’t avert his gaze from that muscular body, the big cock bulging under his boxer-briefs and the serene, handsome face. For a long time, he stared at the sleeping man, thinking to his life. His past as a married man seemed a scene from a movie where he just played a part. His present, in Paris with Beau, was scaring and confusing, but made him feel alive, probably for the first time in his life. And his future…

His future appeared in the deep blue eyes that slowly opened under his intent gaze. Kale gasped and hastened to say: “Sorry, buddy, I shouldn’t have… I mean… Shit, I don’t even know what I want to say…!”

“I told you, Kale” – Beau replied with his musical voice – “There is no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’, here. I know what you are feeling, as I felt the same myself, long ago. The only advice I can give you is not to follow your mind, let it reel as much as it wants: you heart and your body know much better what it’s best for you. Follow your instinct and never look back!”

~ Kale surrenders ~

And that’s exactly what Kale did: he switched off his mind and followed his instinct. He clung to Beau and kissed him with such a force that they almost fell off the small bed. His eager hands roamed all over Beau’s body, pinching the meaty nipples, caressing the bulging muscles and sliding under his tight underwear, yearning to explore for the first time another man’s sex.

They rolled crazily on the bed, aroused as hell, feasting their mouth and their hands on each other; their underwear soon fell on the floor and Kale found himself on his back, with Beau pressed against him. In an effort to hold him even tighter, Kale crossed his legs behind his buddy’s back, and suddenly felt a hard cock pressing on his inviolate anus.

He tensed, and Beau looked straight into his eyes; and when he spoke, with a loving, and yet authoritarian tone, what he said wasn’t a question, it was a statement: “You want it. Open yourself to me, offer your body to me. We both had been waiting for this moment for way too long…”

Kale didn’t understand fully what Beau meant, but he felt dominated by this powerful man and instinctively yielded himself to him, body and soul, relaxing his ass and inviting him to claim possession of his most intimate recesses.

“Aahh…” – the Hawaiian moaned, when the big cock gently forced open his nether portal, causing him a sharp but brief pang of pain. And then he gasped loud, feeling with amazement, for the first time in his life, a hot man rod invaded his hole. Just like happened to Beau many years before, Kale, too, suddenly felt that the pieces of a confusing puzzle were finally taking their place, creating an image of unimaginable beauty.

“I’m inside you, Kale” – Beau breathed. The two guys felt joined in such an intimate way that they felt like their bodies and minds had merged into one. They both had wet eyes, while they gazed deep into each other. “I’d never imagined that it would feel like this…” – Kale said with trembling voice. “And I had forgot it felt like this…” – Beau replied, in a dreaming tone.

The blond man paced up his thrusts, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into Kale’s ass. The Hawaiian moaned and whined, hoping that those sweet sensations would last forever, but still struggling to reconcile the screams of pleasure of his body with the screams of disbelief of his mind. “I’m scared, Beau… Help me… Aahh…” – the Hawaiian pleaded, and the gentle voice replied: “That’s what I’m doing, buddy. I’m here with you…”

Beau intensified his pounding, reaching the fiery innermost recesses of Kale’s hole, making him moan loud and toss his head from side to side. He pushed relentlessly against the guy’s inner sphincter, until, with a mighty push, he forced his long cock inside the most intimate sanctuary of Kale’s body. The tanned guy writhed and let out a chocked scream of pleasure. He felt he had trespassed a threshold, as the dominant straight man who enjoyed dominate his girls had given way to a submissive man who basked in annihilating himself under the mastery of a powerful male.

“I’m yours, buddy… Take me, use me, own me! Aahhh… Make love to me…” – he said, like in a trance, feeling a growing pressure in his groin that he’d never experienced before. He was floating in an ocean of sex and gave up understanding what was happening to him; he raised his arms to the headboard and opened his legs wider, totally surrendering to the mighty body and the hot hard meat that were making him writhe and tremble with exquisite pleasure. “Fuck me! Yes! Oh god, you’re making me feel… Aahh… AAAGHH!!”. 

Kale’s untouched cock exploded in the most exquisite orgasm he’d ever felt in his life and started spurting long ropes of cum that splatted on his chest, while Beau still pumped into his quivering hole in earnest. “Ça vient, mon ami! Oui! Aahh… Ça vient! AAAAHH!!” – Beau screamed, flooding Kale’s virgin ass with his hot juice. His hips slammed against his buddy’s ass a few more times, reaching deep into the moist hole and filling it with his semen, until he bowed his head, heaving, and murmured: “Finally!”, and then crushed on the bed, beside Kale.

They stood there, looking in astonishment at each other. Kale couldn’t believe that he’d made love with a man, but his body and his heart told him that, no matter what, the course of his life had changed and there was no turning back. He didn’t know what to say, his mind was reeling. After a long silence, he said: “I feel like I was born again... I now realize I’ve never really lived my life, so far. I won’t ever forget this…”.

~ Revelations ~

Beau laughed: “I bet you won’t! No man ever forgets his first time… But I won’t forget it, either…”.  “But why have you said ‘Finally’?” – Kale asked – “And why you said you had forgot how it felt making love? I thought that you… I mean… with a gorgeous body like yours…”

Beau gently shook his head: “I haven’t made love with anyone since I came to France, almost ten years ago. You’re the first”.  Kale was astonished: “Ten years? Why?”

Beau stood silent for a moment, pensive, and eventually said: “Today we’ve shared what we had most precious and intimate, and I want to share with you something equally intimate… But first, let me tell you my full name”. He rose on his elbow and took a deep breath.

“Beauregard Rice-Duncan de la Motte, Vicomte de St. Julien” – he said in one breath, and looked at his buddy to check his reaction. “But here in France they know me as Beau Harcourt, my mother’s maiden name. When we met in Juan-les-Pins I was visiting my aunt, my mother’s sister, who still lives at Palais Harcourt, our residence in Côte d’Azur. And my family also owns a residence dans la ville… I mean here in Paris, at Place Vendôme; and the old Applecross House in the Scottish Highlands, and Rice-Duncan Mansion in California, where I was born and raised”.

Instinctively, Kale looked around, puzzled, at the small room with the dirty peeling walls, that contrasted so much with Beau’s suggestive name and the extensive wealth of his family. “I know what you’re thinking of. But this is all I can pay with my own earnings. I arrived in Paris ten years ago, owning only the clothes I was wearing. I had to put an ocean between me and my father, and the last thing I wanted was to accept his money”.

“My only assets were a toned body and a beautiful face, and I had to use them to raise some money; you already saw me posing in the nude at the École des Beaux-Arts, but they give me very little money, so…” – Beau lowered his gaze, embarrassed – “…at night I work at a peep-show here in Pigalle. I… undress under the patron’s eyes, touch myself and… jack-off until I cum. But I never let them touch me! And I’ve never done… anything more.”  He paused, and then looked at Kale: “I had to live and pay for the university courses… Please don’t judge me too bad…” – he pleaded, lowering his eyes.

Kale shook his head, feeling a lump in his throat, and his heart went out to this beautiful man, raised in a rich family, obviously used to live a golden life, forced to live in a slum and earn money showing off his body to the greedy eyes of some lustful patrons… He took Beau’s neck with his hand and pulled him, pressing hard his lips over his and giving him a passionate, loving kiss.

When their lips parted, Beau took another deep breath and continued: “My father was Sir Finley Rice-Duncan…”, and then he told to Kale everything about his big house on the West Coast, his mother who died when he was a little child, his first and only lover Jordan and his tragic death, and his stern refusal to use a single penny of his father’s extensive wealth [1], even after his death.

They talked for hours, until the night fell and the lights of Pigalle illuminated the wide boulevards. Beau looked out of the small window and said: “I’m sorry, but I have to go to work, now…”. He moved to get off the bed, but Kale held him: “Don’t go!”

Kale realized how inappropriate had been his impulsive gesture and hastened to say: “I mean… I know we’ve met only last week, but…”  The tanned guy looked deep into his buddy’s eyes and said with passion: “Today you’ve changed my life! Why don’t you change yours, too? Your father has died years ago, there’s no reason for you to stay here, living… this way! I understand that ten years ago you had to go away, but now shouldn’t you go back home and live your life?”.

Beau was about to dismiss Kale’s suggestion as a stupid idea, but he realized that he was right: it was about time he went back home to face his nightmares and his memories, and finally take back his life. But he faltered, as he knew he couldn’t do that alone. “I could… maybe… if you are by my side.” – Beau said, timidly, and then added, anxiously: “But I can’t ask you to leave your home and jour job in Florida and move to California with me! You surely can’t… You surely won’t…”

“Try to stop me…” – Kale replied, with a loving grin.

~ The origins of the Cove ~

The rest was history, Kale thought, lying on his bed: Beau went back to his home town with Kale, but he didn’t dare to live at Rice-Duncan Mansion, so he bought and remodeled that old wooden house overlooking the beach. When they first entered the house, Beau had said to Kale: “Can you feel how calm and silent is this house? It seems like a quiet cove where to find shelter from the stormy sea. It will be our cove!”.

Kale rolled on the bed, restless, feeling his body on fire. He longed so much to feel Beau over him, to feel his manhood inside him! Images of that day in Pigalle, when Beau had changed his life, filled Kale’s mind. “Beau… Beau… I need you so much!” – the Hawaiian moaned, caressing his chest and massaging his now hard cock. “I’m yours… Take me… Own me… Fuck me…!”

In a sexual daze, the tanned man extended a hand to the drawer of his nightstand and took a big dildo, greased it up with the lubricant and pointed it to his own ass. “My ass is yours, Beau… Give me your big cock… Fuck me… Love me!” – he cried, pushing hard the dildo inside himself. He started plowing his own ass with long powerful thrusts, reaching his deepest recesses, while with the other hand he stroked hard his cock.

“Aaahh! Yes! Rip me open!” – he cried out, lost in a desperate sexual frenzy, while the dildo ravaged his tender hole. “If you can’t love me, then hurt me! Hurt me!”. He pulled the big dildo almost out and then rammed it in, violently, over and over, stroking frantically his cock. Copious tears streamed out of his eyes, as his own hands kept torturing his body.

At each powerful thrust, the big fake cock battered mercilessly his prostate and viciously opened its way to the most tender and intimate parts of his body. The pain radiating from his ass mixed with the pleasure coming from his cock: “Make me cum, Beau! Make me cum one last time! Please… Please, don’t leave me… Aahh… Yes… Aaahh.. AAAGGHH!!”

Powerful shots of sperm flew high in the air and fell back on the delirious man, drenching his skin and mixing with his sweat. His cock throbbed and pulsed, in the agony of the orgasm, while the dildo still tortured mercilessly his ass. “I love you, Beauregard, I love like I’ve never loved anyone…” – Kale blubbered, exhausted, slowly falling asleep.

Kale reopened his eyes and stared at the ceiling over his bed. It was morning. He felt a dull pain in his ass, and realized that he had slept with the big dildo firmly planted inside him. With a groan, he carefully pulled it out, and his mind went back to the last night, when he heard Beau proclaim his love to Rowan, and again sentiments of anger raised in his heart. «This was our cove!» – he thought, with bitter resentment – «And now that damn guy has ruined everything!»

He quickly cleaned himself with the bed sheets, got off the bed, put on a clean boxer and went down to have breakfast. Luckily, there was no one in the kitchen. He grabbed a toast and a cup of coffee and started eating ruefully.

~ Is it love? ~

In the meantime, Beau and Rowan were stirring in the big bed in the attic. Rowan looked out of the window, where the morning sun was high in the sky, and realized that, for the first time in many years, he had slept indoors the whole night. His inner demons could do nothing against the power of Beau’s love! He turned around and looked a Beau, grateful for what he’d done for him, but his smile faded when he saw the uncertain, almost embarrassed grin on the man’s face.

“Is there something wrong, sir? I mean… Beauregard?” – he asked, relapsing for a moment on the ‘sir’ due to the tension. Beau sighed and said, cautiously: “Yesterday night, in the heat of the moment, we both have said we love each other, but… I mean… Rowan, I can’t really love you, I must tell you the truth. After Jordan, I never really loved anyone that way. I wasn’t lying, in that moment I really loved you, and still love you, but… I’m not in love with you.”

Rowan lowered his eyes, suddenly sad. Beau felt sorry for the guy and said softly: “I’m sorry I’ve hurt you…”

The guy looked at the blond man lying next to him and said: “Oh, no Beau, it’s not about me… I too love you but not in that way… I hope one day to be able to look at a man the way Kale looks at you, but this is not that day… and you are not that man. I’m sad for Kale.”

“Kale?” – Beau asked – “What does he have to do with this?”.  “Isn’t that obvious?” – Rowan replied, surprised – “When he looks at you, or talks to you, or just thinks about you, his eyes always sparkle with exquisite love and endless affection, and you…” – the guy faltered – “…you should give him a chance, sir. You should give yourself a chance. I… I really shouldn’t talk to you this way, sir, but tonight you’ve… changed my life. Why don’t you change yours, too?”

Beau gasped, suddenly remembering that small apartment in Pigalle, where Kale asked him the very same question. That day not only Beau had changed Kale’s life, but the reverse, too: after long years of self-denial, Beau could finally open again his heart to another man. He too, that day, was born again, thanks to Kale, and loved him for that. And he never stopped loving him, but Kale’s feelings toward him were so strong, so deep that always scared him! Was he ready to take that step, and give completely his heart to Kale like he’d always done to him? Like… he himself did with Jordan?

Beau looked around, without seeing anything, lost in his intimate thoughts; Rowan smiled with affection, put on his jeans and silently left the room. He was not used to have breakfast in the morning, but he joyfully went down to the kitchen to have a cup of coffee. When he pushed the swinging door, Kale raised his eyes, that flashed with a sudden fiery glare.

~ ‘What have I done?’ ~

The Hawaiian gave him a glance full of resentment and said: “You’re coming down from the attic, I can easily guess. Congratulation, Rowan, you did it, in the end!”  
The guy looked at the counselor with a puzzled expression, sensing the tension, but unable to guess its cause. “I… did what?” – he replied, tentatively.

“You finally managed to snatch Beau from me! I can imagine the scene: ‘I had such a hard time, Beau! I’m a poor troubled guy, Beau!’ and Beau fell in your trap! Have I guessed right?”

“What are you talking about, Kale?” – Rowan replied, now worried. He had never seen Kale so angry. “I swear I didn’t do anything like that… I’ve just…”.  “No need to think out excuses, Rowan! I heard you last night! I heard Beau telling you how much he loved you! ‘Like I’ve never loved anyone’, he said! Anyone! Including me, that is! Well, good luck with him! Live long and prosper! The winner takes it all!”

Furious, Kale threw the cup of coffee on the floor, making it crush with a loud noise, and then stormed out of the kitchen. After few seconds, Rowan heard Kale’s door slamming.

Suddenly, the truth crashed over Rowan: he had come between Beau and Kale! He didn’t want to, he had believed that in the Cove everyone loved anyone else, but obviously he was wrong. And even talking to Beau was a terrible mistake: what if the man, now forced to acknowledge Kale’s deep love, would just run away? The two men had found a delicate mutual balance, and he stepped in like an elephant in a China shop… “No… No…” – he murmured, while his eyes filled with tears – “What have I done! Oh god, not Beau… not Kale!!”

Sobbing, he rushed downstairs, took his backpack and started filling it with his clothes. «I’ve ruined it all! I’ve been such a fool!» – he thought, desperate. «Without me, they will love each other like before!». It didn’t take him long to collect his few belongings. He dropped his keys on the bed, along with a quick note with few words of explanation, and ran away.

~ A worrying discovery ~

Rick was resting in the butler’s room, when he heard Kale’s angry voice and a crash coming from the kitchen, and then his door slamming upstairs, and thought that there was an argument between him and another man, so he waited until everything was silent, before going to the kitchen. There, he saw the broken cup and the coffee spilled on the floor and cleaned it up. «Better not to intrude into the men’s quarrels» – he considered, and started preparing the mid-morning snack for Beau and some scrambled eggs for Rowan, who he believed was resting in his room after his night shift. «That guy never eats enough!» – Rick thought, with an affectionate smile, while going downstairs. He opened the door and froze: the room was empty as if it had never been used as other than a utility room. No clothes, no backpack, even Rowan’s worn-out bed sheets had gone.

Rick felt a chill in his heart, when he saw a folded paper on the bare mattress. He rushed to grab it and unfolded it. With an uncertain handwriting, Rowan had written:

“I badly messed up everything. I’m terribly sorry. I should have never come between Beauregard and Kale, I love them both so much! You all will live much better without me causing troubles. Don’t worry for me, I can take care of myself. I hope that Kale will forgive me, sooner or later; please tell him I had no intention to hurt him. I love you all, I really mean it, I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.”

Rick was appalled. It took him a moment to grasp the meaning of what he had read, and then immediately turned around and ran upstairs all the way up to the attic. He was so upset that he forgot to knock and stormed into the room. Beau was still in bed and looked with worry at Rick’s nervous expression.

“Hendrick! What happened?” – Beau asked, anxiously.

“Sir… “ – Rick said, barely holding his tears – “Rowan has gone away!”

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 22, ~ Rice-Duncan Mansion ~ and following.

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(End of chapter 26 – Please proceed to Chapter 27)