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. Kale misunderstands the relationship between Beau and Rowan and his jealousy explodes. In a restless night, the Hawaiian remembers the French Riviera and Paris, where Beau made him embrace his true nature; then, embittered, he harshly confronts Rowan, who runs away from the Cove. When Kale realizes that it was his jealousy, and not Rowan, to make Beau's love fade, he’s devastated and submits to a terrible self-punishment, a real sexual torture: he hopes to gain back Beau's love, but Beau gets hurt even more. In a last, risky attempt to save their love, Beau invites Kale to spend some days in his remote property in Scotland, Applecross House.

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

Beau and Kale fly to Scotland, to the remote peninsula of Applecross, where they hope to rekindle their love. But Applecross House is a hard test for both of them: while Kale struggles to deal with the butler, the housekeeper and a hoard of servants, not to mention the abstruse etiquette and dress code, Beau struggles to deal with the shadows of his father, that still linger in the old house. But their struggles are soothed by a young, shy and (totally!) devoted valet named Brennan...

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 ≈APPLECROSS HOUSE ≈ 

~ Kale’s briefing ~

“Are you sure I will need my smoking? And that Tweed jacket I never use?” – Kale asked to Beau, flying over the Atlantic Ocean with destination London. “You said it’s a country house…”.

“It is. But never forget it was my father’s country house” – Beau replied – “And besides, in Great Britain a country house is often more grandiose and… formal than a town residence. My father always wanted Applecross House to be ready for a possible visit, and all these years the house has always had a full resident staff. And a ‘full staff” usually means a butler, a housekeeper, a cook, maids, valets, waiters, a gardener, a stableman and a chauffeur.”

“Do all those people live in the house?!” – Kale exclaimed. “Sure they do, in the servants quarters. The male personnel in the attic, the female in the basement. But I don’t know exactly how many members of the staff are currently employed: you see, the butler has jurisdiction over valets, chauffeurs, gardeners and stablemen; the housekeeper has jurisdiction over the housemaids and personal maids, and the cook over their helpers. It’s like a little state!” – Beau concluded with a smile.

“And what about the smoking? Will we attend a formal party?” – Kale inquired, partly curious and partly anxious.

“We have to change for dinner… unless we want the waiters to look at us the wrong way!” – Beau laughed. “But seriously, I understand that it all sounds so formal, so old-fashioned, and it surely is. But changing for dinner, for example, is a way to show respect to the guests and appreciation to the personnel. The exterior surface hides a lot of underlying messages, your ability as a counselor will surely help you.”

Kale was uncertain: “I’m not sure I will measure up with all of this... I wouldn’t want to displease all those people… or you!”.  “Oh, don’t worry, there’s not such a risk” – Beau joked – “You are American, and for this only reason they can’t think worse of you! You can only surprise them for the better! And as for me… I’m quite sure… I hope… I won’t be… displeased by you…” – he concluded with an uncertain grin, full of fond expectations.

After few hours, they landed in London Heathrow and embarked on a smaller plane to Inverness, where they rented a car. After loading the baggage in the boot, Kale opened the right door to climb on the car and Beau joked: “Are you going to drive? Fine with me…”. Kale looked inside and realized that the car was a right-hand drive, with manual gear, and shook his head.

“I already had the impression, just listening to your tales, that I was travelling to another world, but this completes the picture!” – Kale laughed. And Beau added: “Wait to see me drive on the left side of the road!”

They started their two-and-half-hour trip to Applecross, and Kale was indeed excited to sit on the left seat, while Beau drove on the leftmost lane of the road. After a while, the two-lane road narrowed to a single-track road and started to gently climb to a low but very steep mountain.

Beau pointed at the mountain, and at the narrow, winding single-track road scrambling up and said: “The Bealach-na-Bà… A Gaelic name that means “Pass of the Cattle”. It’s an astonishing route, but quite hard to drive, often impassable in winter. For centuries this has been the only access to Applecross, and this led to a progressive isolation of the peninsula… which adds to the magic of the place!”

Kale couldn’t appreciate much the scenery, frightened as he was when other vehicles came from the opposite direction and Beau had to stop in small passing places at few inches from the cliff. But the road was short, and soon they reached the summit of the low mountain and descended to the other side, arriving to the small village of Applecross.

It was early afternoon, and there was no one around. Beau parked the car and turned off the engine. “Now, my friend” – Beau said – “I want you to get off the car, stay silent and… listen. Just listen.”

They both got off the car and Beau looked at Kale, who smiled with childish surprise. He stood silent for a few moments and then whispered: “Silence…! I’ve never heard such a deep silence outdoors!”. A seagull cried on the opposite side of the bay: they could barely see it, distant as it was, but the silence was so perfect they could hear the seagull perfectly.

“Time for a beer!” – Beau exclaimed, happily, and headed to the Applecross Inn nearby. “The only inn in the area” – he explained – “but excellent indeed!”. They sat on a wooden table and ordered two beers; later on, when they were refreshed, Beau asked the owner if they could have a room to change clothes, and the men gave them a key.

“I don’t need to change clothes” – Kale said, dubious, when they were in the small room. “Yes, you need” – Beau replied with a smile, wearing a perfect English-style sporty suit and slouch hat – “Time to put on your beautiful Tweed jacket and the brown pants I suggested you to bring. That’s a suitable attire for an afternoon in the country. Hawaiian shirts are not that common up here. Not at Applecross House, anyway…”.

~ Applecross House ~

They changed clothes and got out of the inn. Beau didn’t take the car, but walked leisurely on the silent road, away from the small village of Applecross. After a brief walk, at a bend of the road, a beautiful three-storey, sparkling white country house appeared in front of them. Beau looked at it and said to Kale, with a tense smile: “Applecross House”. He paused and added: “I’ve last been here when I was fifteen. Probably no one will recognize me...”

When they got closer, Kale noticed that the “house” was actually a compound of several buildings: a taller and elegant house surrounded by barns, stables and granaries, all painted in white and with gray slate roofs. Beau rang the front door bell and patiently waited. An old butler opened the door, looked at the two men waiting outside (one of which obviously American!) and said politely: “Good afternoon, sirs. May I help you?”

“I do hope so, Andrew…” – Beau replied, recognizing the old butler – “I’m Beauregard”.  The butler smiled wide: “Young sir!”.  For a moment Kale was sure that the two would have run into each other’s arms, but the butler suddenly regained his poise and said, formally: “Welcome to Applecross House… Sir!”. And Beau replied with an equally formal tone, but with a knowing smile: “Thank you, Wilkins.”

When inside, the butler said: “The tea will be served in the parlour in ten minutes, sir, if you and your guest would care for some, while the personnel will gather”. Beau led the way to a comfy lounge with a sofa, two chairs and a low coffee table.

While they waited for the tea, Kale tried to understand what happened at the door, and asked: “What’s wrong with the butler? Why did he treat you so coldly?”

“Coldly? Not at all! We both were very happy to meet again, after so many years! I called him by name, as I used to do when I was a kid, and he saluted me as ‘young sir’, as he called me when my father was alive. But now my father is dead and I’m the master of the house; and for this reason, he addressed me as ‘Sir’ and formally invited me to take possession of the house. It might look like a mere exchange of formal greetings, but it was our way to mutually acknowledge each other’s role. And now I’ll have to run an inspection of the entire staff, and do the same with all of them.”

“But why did you call him by surname? Wouldn’t it be friendlier to call him Andrew?”

“Friendlier, maybe; respectful, not. In the Continent, and in America, too, they usually call the staff members by name, but this points out the different social status. Calling them by surname is way more respectful of their role and dignity. They are not servants, they work for us, they need us as much as we need them.”

The butler came back with a silver tray loaded with a pot of tea, small sandwiches and some cookies. He had overheard Beau’s words about the staff and was stifling a proud smile. “The personnel are waiting in the ballroom for your inspection, Sir… at your convenience.”

~ Kale’s test ~

Kale was about to pour some tea in the cups, but Beau stood up and took him by his arm: “Of course, Wilkins”. While they walked to the ballroom, Beau winked playfully at Kale and whispered: “If Wilkins says ‘at your convenience’, better to do it right away!”.

In the ballroom, there was an endless line of people in black dresses and white aprons. “You know the housekeeper, Barrows” – the butler said, introducing an old woman. “Welcome to Applecross House, Sir” – the woman said, and Beau smiled and replied: “Thank you, Barrows”.

“And the cook, McKenna” – the butler proceeded, introducing another woman. Beau and the old cook exchanged a deep affectionate smile and nodded to each other, but Beau couldn’t restrain himself and ran to hug her: “Marion! I missed you so much!”. “I missed you too, Beauregard… I mean, Sir!”

It took Beau fifteen minutes to complete the inspection, while Wilkins introduced the members of the staff, one by one, to the master. At the end of the line stood a boy, with a scared look. “I’m sorry, Sir, but we currently have no valets in the staff” – Wilkins said – “I was not informed of your visit. But Brennan, here, can do well. He’s Barrows’ nephew. I myself could take care of your guest.”

Kale stepped in: “Thank you, Wilkins, but it would be way beyond your duties, I can’t allow that”. The Hawaiian was rewarded with a hint of a stifled smile of acknowledgement by the butler. “I really don’t need a valet, actually…” – he continued, but suddenly paused, noticing reproachful glances from some members of the staff, and hastened to add: “…but I will gladly accept the services of young Brennan, of course”. The staff exchanged glances of approval and Kale felt like he had just passed a test.

“Very well, sir” – Wilkins politely replied; Kale accepted as a sign of respect the ‘sir’, though noticing, somehow, that it was not spoken with the capital “S”, reserved to the master.

“Brennan will do fine for both of us, thank you Wilkins. And thank you all!” – Beau said to the personnel, who went back to their duties, except for Barrows, the housekeeper, and young Brennan.

~ Brennan ~

“All the rooms are constantly being kept tidy and clean” – the housekeeper explained, leading the way upstairs – “You will stay in the master bedroom, I suppose, won’t you, Sir?”

“Actually, I’d rather stay in the west guestroom, overlooking the bay. And my friend…”   “Your guest will stay in the corner guestroom, next to yours, of course” – Barrows completed, unable to even consider the possibility that Beau would have liked to share his room with Kale.

«At least, Kale and I will stay in connecting rooms…» – Beau thought with relief; though he wasn’t certainly ashamed of his relationship with another man, he didn’t want to create a fuss in the House, on his very first visit, and wanted to be discreet. The connecting door between the two guestrooms would surely come in handy…

Brennan disappeared to get the men’s luggage and Beau asked to the lady: “Nice kid, your nephew, how old is he?” “He just turned eighteen, Sir” – Barrows replied – “He’s my late sister’s son… He had no one to take care for him, and I let him live in the House. He works as a scullion at the Inn. He’s a nice kid indeed, though he… ehm… is taking bad habits. If his father was still alive, he would have disciplined him better.”

Without any further explanation, the austere lady led the Hawaiian to the corner guest room, and Beau to the adjoining room. In a few minutes Brennan knocked and entered with Beau’s baggage.

While the boy quickly opened the baggage and put away the clothes in the armoire and the drawers, Beau looked at him more attentively. The morning combing didn’t tame completely his rebel black hair, and some locks fell on his face, giving him a pleasant casual look, despite the formal uniform he’d been provided with. His big brown eyes and the black eyebrows created a catching contrast with his fair complexion, and he continuously glanced around, showing an inner insecurity that touched Beau. The light stubble on his jaws and the tuft of black hair peeking out of his shirt where those of a boy who’s turning into a man. And man he was indeed, Beau considered, when he turned around and his tight pants revealed a notable bulge.

Brennan worked well, and soon there was nothing more to be put away. He turned nervously to Beau and timidly asked: “May I help you undress, Sir?”. Beau flashed him an encouraging smile and let the boy remove his jacket and the tie. When he started unbuttoning the shirt, the blond master noticed a faint trembling in the boy’s hands; Brennan’s breaths became a little heavier and his hands shook a little more when he touched Beau’s muscular shoulders to make the shirt fall on the back.

Beau’s top was now stripped to the tank and Brennan seemed to be unsure how (or if) to proceed. The man looked at him, smiling, and pulled up one side of the tank, so to give to the boy his cue. Brennan got closer and placed his trembling hands on Beau’s waist; the more the tank slid up, revealing the sculpted abs and then the bulging pecs, the more Brennan quivered.

The boy’s eyes were fixed on the muscular torso, covered with light blond hair. Beau raised his arms, to allow the boy to pull the tank away, and when he did, Brennan had to lean forward, until his face was so close to the man’s chest that he could feel the warmth of his skin and the scent of his expensive cologne. The boy felt his head spinning, overwhelmed by the manly beauty of his master. His heart started thumping harder in his chest and his breath became rugged. He raised his gaze and met Beau’s deep blue eyes looking back at him… and he was lost.

All of a sudden, Brennan closed his eyes, let out a chocked moan and whined: “Sir… Oh, Sir… Aaahhh!”. He held tight to Beau’s torso, pressing his face on the wide chest and his entire body shivered hard, at the peak of an unexpected, spontaneous orgasm.

Immediately Brennan recoiled and stepped back, quivering and gasping, and lowered a hand to his crotch, in a desperate attempt to block, or at least hide his throbbing cock that was mindlessly spurting all the juice his young and unruly balls could give. The young valet gazed at his beautiful master, still cumming, unable to stop the powerful ejaculation, and whined: “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…!”. His eyes were filled with a mix of overwhelming pleasure, youthful lust and desperate mortification that deeply touched Beau’s heart.

~ Gille-tòine ~

Slowly, the shaking orgasm subsided, and Brennan bowed his head, heaving, his eyes brimming with tears, and pleaded: “Don’t throw me out, Sir, please…! It won’t happen again… I swear I’m not a bad boy! I’m not a gille-tòine!”

Beau winced, as that crude Gaelic term slapped him in the face. Gille-tòine! In a flash, he saw himself, a fifteen-year-old boy, in that very house, caught by his father while peeping on the buff handyman taking a shower. “What are you, a gille-tòine?! A faggot?!” – his father had yelled at him, furious, when they were alone in the library – “If I catch you doing it again, I’ll whip you to blood!”.

Beau stepped forward and hugged Brennan tight to comfort him: “It’s fine, kid… Shh… I know you’re not a bad boy...”. He waited for Brennan to calm down and then held him at arm’s length, looking straight into his teary eyes. “Who says you’re a gille-tòine?” – he inquired. “The owner of the Inn… and my aunt... She says she’ll throw me out if I keep acting as a gille-tòine”.

“That will never happen” – Beau said, tenderly, sitting on the edge of the bed with the boy. “Listen carefully, Brennan, and never forget what I’m about to say. You are not a bad boy. If you feel attracted by men, that’s nothing to be ashamed for. Only those who use terms like gille-tòine should feel ashamed.”

“But I creamed my pants in front of you…” – the boy whined, blushing for the embarrassment. “And where’s the problem?” – Beau comforted him – “I felt gratified to be the object of your desire, you paid me a great compliment. By the way…” – he concluded, standing up and flashing a knowing smile to the boy – “…I made a long journey and I need to refresh, and since you’re my valet…”

“Do you want me to run your bath, Sir?” – Brennan asked, beaming with excitement. Beau nodded with a smile, and the boy disappeared in the bathroom. In few minutes he came back formally announcing: “Your bath his ready, Sir, and… Ooh!!” – he gasped, looking at Beau who, in the meantime, had finished undressing and was completely naked. “What’s up, boy?” – Beau joked – “I believe you’ve seen a nude man before…”. Heading to the bathroom, the gorgeous naked man walked in front of Brennan and purposely brushed against him, making him let out a soft moan.

Beau lay into the bathtub, with his legs slightly bent and his arms resting along the border. Brennan feasted his eyes over the gorgeous body, the powerful muscles and the hefty limp cock. “So what, boy?” – the man said, faking a commanding tone – “You wouldn’t let your master wash himself, would you? And get naked, I don’t want your uniform to get wet!”

Brennan quickly undressed to his underwear and then, shyly, he removed his briefs, still soaked with sperm. Beau smiled at him and gave a long, blatant look of appreciation to the boy, who sported a toned body, sinewy legs, a perfect bubble butt and a circumcised cock that was anything but childish. A black tuft of body hair stood proudly between his firm pecs, and a thick treasure trail ran down to the pubes.

“Good heavens! You may have a lovely childish face, but under your neck you are all man, I say!” – Beau exclaimed, exaggerating a bit his appreciation, in an effort to help the boy overcome his natural modesty. He succeeded, because Brennan immediately stood taller, happy to get such a great compliment from his gorgeous master. He quickly took a bottle of perfumed soap, knelt beside the bathtub and started rubbing and massaging the bathing man.

~ A very hot bath ~

The boy ran his eager hands all over the toned pecs and the chiseled abs, with particular attention to the pecs and the nipples, that were lathered and rinsed many times, much to Beau’s pleasure. Then Brennan lowered his hands to the man’s legs, and again he lingered more than usual on the soft inner thighs and the sinewy calves.

When done, Brennan took a fair amount of soap into his hands, gulped hard, and started lathing Beau’s manhood. His trembling fingers ran over the hefty balls, rolling them from side to side, and sneaked down to the puckered hole, caressing it with growing intensity, but not daring to go any further. Beau’s breath became heavier, and his cock swelled and rose up to a full erection, won by the innocent excitement of the young valet.

The boy was trembling with exhilaration; he gazed at the long uncut cock and slowly curled his fingers around the hard shaft. With great care, as if he was afraid to hurt Beau, he peeled down the foreskin; when the pink head came out of his velvety lair, Brennan suddenly shut his eyes again and gasped hard: “Aah.. Sir… Oooohhh!!”. Beau looked down and saw the boy’s cock throbbing wildly and spurting thick ropes of white cream on the floor.

When Brennan could finally relax, he raised his shy gaze to Beau and asked: “You’re not angry with me, Sir, are you? You said it was fine if I…”

“I’m not angry, Brennan. I said it and I meant it” – the blond master said with affection – “I’m actually amazed by the amount of sperm your young balls can provide!”. The boy blushed, but his eyes sparkled with pride.

He turned again to Beau’s swelling cock and looked at it with an intense desire. “Sir… May I… kiss it?”. “If you wish” – the man consented, sensing that for the boy it was the very first time he could touch another man’s cock.

Brennan leaned forward and kissed the cock head with his lips, then licked it all around, going down the shaft to the base. He opened his mouth and cautiously lowered his head over the engorged cock. Instinctively, he pursed his lips around the shaft keeping his teeth away and pressed his tongue over the hot glans, savoring for the first time the taste of a man.

In a clumsy attempt to take the whole cock in his mouth, he pushed it against the back of his throat and gagged hard. He backed up and gave a guilty glance at Beau, who smiled and gently said: “You’re doing fine. Take your time”.

The boy resumed his blow job with renewed effort, and soon Beau was panting and moaning for the pleasure: “Ahh… Yes, my boy… It feels so good…!”

He tensed, feeling his balls tightening up to the base of his cock, and thought that maybe the inexpert boy wouldn’t want to drink his sperm. So, he hastened to say with a hoarse voice: “Brennan, I’m about to shoot… I can finish myself off if you don’t want to…”. But the boy did want to. Without a word, he paced up his bobbing over the hard cock, feeling it swell even more, until he heard his master moan loud: “Oui! Oui! I’m about to cum! Aaaaghhh!!”

Beau grasped with his hands the border of the tub, resisting his urge to push the boy’s head down onto his throbbing cock, and shot powerful streaks of man juice into the boy’s mouth. Brennan felt his head spinning, discovering for the first time the indescribable taste of the male essence. His tongue rolled around the pulsing glans, feeling the sperm quickly filling his mouth, until, without even thinking of it, he felt natural to swallow the creamy fluid.

Brennan kept sucking, licking and swallowing until Beau said, laughing: “I’m done, boy, do you want to wear me out?”. The boy recoiled and blushed, exhilarated: “I’m sorry, Sir… It was so… enthralling!”. They exchanged an intense glance, both knowing that something important had just happened in the boy’s life. And possibly in Beau’s, too, as in that moment he felt a special connection with that inexperienced boy struggling to become a man in a world that couldn’t understand his inner feelings.

Brennan stood up and helped Beau wearing a bathrobe. “I’ll come in a minute, Sir, as soon as I’ve cleaned… ehm… that” – Brennan’s voice trailed off, pointing with a little embarrass the puddle of semen he had shot on the floor.

As soon as Brennan, still naked, joined Beau in the bedroom, they heard a knock on the door and then Wilkins’ voice saying: “Sir, I thought you might enjoy some tea. May I come in?”

Brennan panicked and looked at Beau with pleading eyes. Beau said aloud: “Er…. Attendez!”, and then breathed to the boy: “Quick, go to the adjoining room! My friend Kale will take care of you!”. Brennan rushed to pick up his clothes and quickly disappeared through the connecting door.

~ A naked surprise for Kale ~

Kale was relaxing on the bed, stripped to his underwear, and was quite surprised to see the naked boy storming unexpectedly into his room. There was a moment of mutual embarrass, as both men were definitely underdressed, to say the least.

“Oh! I… I…” – the boy stuttered, his face becoming crimson red. “Sir Rice-Duncan said… Oh, I’m sorry, sir!!”

Kale realized that the boy was panicking and hastened to reassure him: “It’s OK, Brennan, everything’s fine, take a deep breath”. The Hawaiian, always the counselor, waited for the boy to calm down and said in a smooth voice: “Now, what did Beauregard say? Do you want to tell me about it?”

The boy felt ashamed to be naked in front of Kale, almost a stranger to him, and feared he could maybe misunderstand, so he hastened to say with passion: “He said… that I’m not a gille-tòine!”

“A… what?” – Kale asked, startled. Brennan lowered his gaze, embarrassed: “A gille-tòine, sir, a bottom-boy, a faggot…”

Kale had never heard that Gaelic term, but clearly caught the demeaning sense of it. “Of course you’re not! What a horrible word… No one should ever use it, especially referred to a young man like you”. The counselor thought that the boy’s fear of being considered a bottom-boy meant that he actually didn’t accept his own inclination to man-to-man love. He looked at the boy and asked: “Say, what do you think I am for Beauregard?”

The boy thought for a moment about it and replied, tentatively: “A… friend?”. Kale shook his head and smiled: “We are lovers. Are you shocked?”

Brennan got closer to the bed and looked at Kale with… admiration: “You mean… you mean you make love with him?”.  The man nodded and flashed a knowing smile to the boy. “But don’t stay there barefoot on the cold floor, come here on the bed…”

When the naked boy lay down beside him, Kale stood on his elbow and looked down at him with a rascal look. “Tell me, Brennan… Do you… feel excited when you see a hot man?”. The boy nodded shyly. “And do you like when a man touches you?”

“I… I don’t know, sir… It never happened…”.  Kale lowered his head to the boy’s chest: “Let’s see… Do you like it when someone does to you… this?” – he asked, sticking out his tongue and titillating the boy’s nipple. Brennan gasped and nodded vigorously. “And do you like this, too?” – Kale asked in an innocent tone, gently squeezing the other nipple with his fingers.

“Ahh… Yes, sir! I… aaah… like it…” – the boy said with ragged breath. Kale’s hand moved down to the boy’s groin, caressed his pubes and then cupped Brennan’s balls, making the boy shiver with pleasure. His cock was rock hard, but Kale didn’t touch it.

“And what about this, Brennan? Do you like it, too?”. The boy let out a chocked scream when the man’s hand squeezed gently his balls and sneaked down to his perineum.

The Hawaiian caressed the boy’s inner thigh, and he instinctively bent and parted his legs, giving him an easier access to his most private parts: “I… I like it, sir… Oohh… Very much, sir!”

~ Brennan takes a walk on the wild side ~

Kale dipped his middle finger in a jar of lubricant placed on his nightstand and started massaging gently the boy’s exposed anus. This time he didn’t have to ask any question, because the boy’s excited moan was an unmistakable sign of the pleasure he was feeling.

The counselor felt his own heart thump hard, realizing that the boy had never been touched that way, and he was experiencing for the first time the exquisite pleasure of yielding his body to another man’s tender ministrations. Gazing intently to the boy, so to spot possible signs of distress, Kale slowly pushed his finger inside Brennan’s tight hole. The boy tensed for a moment, trying to cope with the new, exciting sensation, and then let out a ragged sigh.

The man started easing his middle finger in and out of the boy’s ass, making him squirm with pleasure, and then resumed licking and biting his tender nipples. Brennan gasped, his mind whirling: “Oh, sir… aahh… Sir, I feel…ooohh… No, no… Aaaagghhh!!!”

The young unruly cock, without any stimulation and despite the two recent orgasms, throbbed hard and shot a long rope of semen high in the air, soon followed by many others. He moaned loud and tossed his head from side to side, clenching his hands on the bed sheets. Kale felt the tight grip of the boy’s anus over his finger and kept moving it in and out, until the boy relaxed and the cock spurted the last dribbles of semen.

Kale stopped licking the boy’s nipples and finger-fucking his virgin hole, but the boy compelled him: “No, sir, please, don’t stop! Don’t stop! I need… oooohh!!”. The sentence ended in a loud moan when Kale, with a rascal smile, resumed stimulating the sensitive young body writhing under his hands.

With a steady rhythm, he kept finger-fucking the boy’s hole, while with the other hand he caressed the boy’s chest and pinched his nipples harder and harder. Brennan was keeping his eyes tightly shut, enjoying the excruciating sensations coming from his inexperienced body, and let out a scream when he felt, for the first time in his life, a man’s mouth closing avidly over his enflamed cock.

“Ohh sir! What are you doing to me… aaahhh... I’ve never… I’ve never… oooohhh…!!” – the boy blubbered incoherently, overwhelmed by the waves of exquisite pleasure spreading throughout his entire body. Kale wanted the boy to have the ride of his life, and pushed his finger deeper into his hole, reaching his prostate, and then started flicking it wildly, sending jolts of unknown pleasure through the boy’s spine. His head bobbed frantically over the hard cock, massaging the glans with his expert throat muscles, while his other hand pinched and twisted the tender nipples.

Brennan was drowning into an ocean of pleasure, it was almost too much to bear. His sinewy body writhed and trembled hard, while his breath became hoarse and his words become barely intelligible: “Ahhh… My ass… my dick… my nipples… ooohh… Sir… Sir… I can’t… I can’t… aaahh… Yes! Yes! AAAAAGGHHH!!!”

Brennan’s hips bucked so wildly that his cock was forcefully shoved deep into Kale’s throat, while the engorged glans grew even wider and exploded in a massive, body-shaking ejaculation that flooded the Hawaiian’s mouth.

The man didn’t stop, and went on bobbing his head frantically, while his hands stimulated wildly the boy’s chest and anus, bringing the mind-blowing orgasm to paroxysmal levels. Brennan was in a sexual Nirvana and moaned loud, almost without catching his breath.

Slowly, the giant orgasm subsided, and the boy stood still on the bed, heaving, covered with sweat. When he finally opened his eyes, saw Kale looking down at him with loving eyes. The counselor had given to the boy a mind-blowing orgasm, but he unknowingly had given him much more: the man had showed to the boy a total acceptance of his nature and inclinations; for the first time the boy didn’t feel judged, but understood!

In a rush of love, relief and gratitude, Brennan raised his arms and held tight Kale, burying his face into the man’s chest. He couldn’t hold a liberating cry, nor he felt the need to, and clung to the man, sobbing quietly and wetting his chest with his hot teardrops.

Kale patiently waited until Brennan finally stopped sobbing and recoiled, sniffing. “Thank you, sir…” – the boy said with a timid smile – “You… made me feel…”. The counselor understood he was not referring only to the pleasure he’s given him, or the comforting hug. “Shh… No need to say anything…” – he replied, with an affectionate smile – “Now, wash yourself in my bathroom and get dressed, it’s almost dinner time”.

Brennan disappeared in the bathroom and Kale headed to the connecting door, but suddenly stopped and decided to put on some clothes. In other circumstances, being stripped to his underwear wouldn’t have him felt uneasy, but since he and Beau had that argument, back at home, Beau had never touched him, nor expressed a desire to do so…

«I must find a way to win back his love…» – Kale thought ruefully, standing in front of Beau’s closed door. The fear of having lost Beau’s love had taken away from him the strength to even knock on the door. He placed a hand on the door and bowed his head. «I must find a way to win back his love…» – he repeated to himself, but he had no clue how he could do it.

~ The Last Supper ~

Kale looked at the mirror and barely recognized the tanned man wearing an elegant smoking looking back at him. The whole idea of “dressing up for dinner” seemed quite stupid to the all-American man; but Beau insisted so much on that…

With a sigh, Kale turned around and went out on the corridor, almost hoping to find Beau there, but the floor was desert. Maybe Beau was avoiding him on purpose, the counselor thought. He surely was, as they hadn’t met since Barrows, the housekeeper, led them to separate rooms… and Beau didn’t object. True, during the long trip to Scotland they had talked friendly, and that was what they were: good friends, nothing more, and Kale felt his heart shrinking…

He went downstairs and the butler greeted him, appreciating his attire with nothing more than his usual hint of a stifled smile; an almost unnoticeable gesture that nevertheless made Kale feel better. The Hawaiian was startled to see how meaningful could be such a fleeting change of expression on the butler’s face and realized, much to his own surprise, that after all dressing up for dinner was almost an obvious choice. His own life might be crumbling to pieces, but at least he was perfectly attired… “Dinner will be served in ten minutes, sir” – he said, pointing Kale to the empty dining room.

“Would you like an aperitif, while waiting, sir? A dry sherry, or maybe a Madeira?”.  “If there isn’t anything stronger…” – Kale murmured, in a gloomy mood; but then, suddenly afraid to displease the butler, he hastened to say: “I mean… a sherry will do fine, thank you, Wilkins”. The poised man stifled another smile and suggested, in a lower voice: “Maybe a Bloody Mary will do better, sir?”. Kale nodded, thankful: “Much better. You’re precious, Wilkins”.

After a few minutes, Kale, sprawled on an armchair, was sipping his Bloody Mary when the door opened up and Beau came in. The Hawaiian held his breath, as Beau, in his perfectly tailored smoking, was truly beautiful as a god. He jumped on his feet, stuttering: “You’re… You’re… a sight, Beau…!”

«Tell me that I look good, too! Hug me! Love me!» – Kale screamed in his mind, painfully aware of what he had possibly lost forever. But Beau simply replied with a friendly smile: “I’m glad you followed my suggestion to change for dinner. And judging from your aperitif, I guess that Wilkins was glad, too!”.

They sat at the dining table and the dinner was served. The food was delicious, but the conversation was vapid. The more they talked about the weather and how clever was the cook, the more Kale felt his heart sinking into a bottomless hole. He had hoped that in that remote place, so far from home, they could light again the fire between them, but obviously he was wrong. He wasn’t prepared to be just a friend to Beau, his heart couldn’t bear that torture.

Kale looked down at the dessert he had absentmindedly mangled and crushed with his fork and raised a resigned gaze to Beau: “I can’t go on this way. This deafening silence rips my guts… Tomorrow I’ll call a cab and go back home. By the time you’ll be back, I’d moved out of the Cove…”

Beau seemed to wither for a moment, opened his mouth but no sound came out. He placed his hand over Kale’s and said: “I still need you, Kale… Give me time… Please, give me time!” – his voice cracked and he looked away. “You’ll see, everything will be fine…” – Beau murmured, trying to convince himself, more than his friend.

The Hawaiian was moved by his buddy’s vulnerability, but he couldn’t decide whether to stay or go without knowing where his life was going. He looked straight into his deep blue eyes and timidly asked: “Beau, do you… still love me?”

There was a deep silence. “I… I wish I knew” – Beau replied under his breath, lowering his gaze. After a painful pause, he explained: “My father is still here, I can feel him. This house is stronger than me… I hoped that you and I together could have… I don’t even know what I hoped. All I know is that I still couldn’t find the courage to enter his room, or even to let everyone know about you and me” – again, his voice cracked – “But I don’t know even what you and me are to each other!”

Kale’s heart was on a rollercoaster, as he couldn’t fully understand Beau’s confuse words. But he understood that his relationship with Beau, and Beau’s relationship with the House were somehow intertwined. He didn’t know what to say and just repeated with loving voice: “Everything will be fine…”. And again, it was not clear whether he was talking to Beau or himself.

Kale stood up and went to his room in a gloomy mood. Climbing the squeaky wooden stairs, he didn’t know whether he would be able to win back Beau’s love or not, but he was painfully sure that he couldn’t live without him. Stepping on the second-floor landing, he looked around and silently pleaded the ancient house to make a miracle.

As in response, the sturdy beams of the ceiling creaked. “Is it an offer of alliance or a declaration of war?” – Kale murmured, looking up. The next day, he would discover that it was both of them…

Footnotes and references:
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(End of chapter 28 – Please proceed to Chapter 29)