Rowan's Journey to Manhood

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Every evening, Rowan relives the abuse he suffered until the age of 17; now he’s almost 30, but still he can’t forget. He can’t sleep at night, so he sleeps during daytime. Lately,  he could sneak into the basement of a big house overlooking the ocean. Charlie, a 19 y.o. boy who lives upstairs, finds him and they become friends. The boy is expert at oral sex and explains he had worked in the back room of the ‘Mighty Stud’, a popular gay bar, giving head to the patrons. Charlie, unknowingly, lets Rowan make the first step in his long journey to a mature sexuality, showing him the joyful side of sex; and in return Rowan, during his orgasm, reveals his deepest intimacy to the boy.

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

Charlie and Rowan talk about post-orgasm stimulation and Charlie tells a hot story. Alex, a muscular security guards, finds them and gets angry. He orders to Charlie to have oral sex, and Rowan confronts the bulky guard, trying to protect his friend from who he believes is the boy’s abusive father. Then, they make it up and Alex’ heart goes out to the troubled guy.

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≈ ALEX ≈

~ ‘It’s science, sir!’ ~

“You are a wicked young man, you know?” – Rowan joked, sitting leisurely on the small camping bed beside his new friend Charlie, in the small basement room he felt his ‘home’. The hot story the boy told him, about the three man so wildly overstimulated that they had to beg him to stop [1], had excited Rowan a lot.

He looked at his friend seriously: “But tell me, Charlie: can a man really suffer that much if stimulated after his orgasm?” 

Charlie looked at Rowan with a knowing look: “Not all men react the same way... Uncut guys are usually more sensible. And if a man is not much sensible after the first orgasm, he may become more sensible after his second. It’s science, sir! I’ve read about this on the Internet, they call it... reflect... refraction... ” – the boy quickly took his phone and googled for it – “Here! ‘Refractory period’. It’s the time a guy need to... refill after cumming.”

“Well, maybe ‘refill’ is not the correct scientific term” – Rowan laughed – “but I do understand that male physiology compels a man to rest, after a heavy effort such as an orgasm...”

~ A swimmer gets tied up ~

Charlie moved closer and took on an air of secrecy: “You know, sir... Once, my friend Taylor and I tried that on a older guy we used to hung out with at the communal pool. This jock, Adrian, was in the local swimming team, and had a body to drool over: large shoulders, clean shaven bulging pecs and abs so ripped you could grate the cheese on it.”

“And you should have seen that narrow waist, sir! He knew his body was a knock off, and loved to show it off, strutting around the pool wearing nothing but a two sizes smaller speedo that made his big cock bulge out like... Jeez, I could cream my pants just thinking about it! Pity he was a real jerk and often he made fun of us younger boys.”

“He was extremely confident about his virility and always boasted about his ability to cum as many times as he wanted. So, one day Taylor challenged him to be tied up and worked over by us, stating that Adrian would be whimpering and whining in less than one hour. He took the challenge and, believe me sir, he had regretted since then.”

“We went to the janitor room and tied his hands to the shelves; he was a real sight, with his arms stretched wide on his sides and his lean body on display for us! We massaged his bulge until the fabric strained for the effort of containing his growing cock. Slowly, we pulled down his briefs, until his big cock sprang to full attention.”

“He stepped out of his briefs and we tied his legs apart. Now he was completely at our mercy. I started stroking him, while Taylor massaged his balls, until he started moaning for the pleasure. We played with his tiny, pointy tits, licking and squeezing them, making him squirm and gasp.”

“Then Taylor and I took turns in sucking him in earnest, betting on which one of us would be the first to make the guy spurt his jizz. It didn’t take long: in few minutes Adrian tensed, holding his breath, and then came in Taylor’s mouth.”

~ The jock’s torment ~

 “As soon as Taylor had drunk the last drop of Adrian’s juice, I took his cock in my fist and started pumping it. Adrian at first gasped and tried to evade my massage, but soon he was aroused again and ready to shoot. I engulfed his cock with my mouth and performed some of my tricks on him, making him wild.”

“You know by now how good I’m at sucking cock, sir [2]: believe me, in a few minute Adrian was furiously bucking his hips, desperate to cum. But I backed up, and let Taylor play with his balls and his nipples, until he was begging us to finishing him off. And we did, but not the way he hoped for.”

“I started stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace, forcing his juice to build up in his balls until the pressure in his groin was unbearable; and then, all at once, I threw my head over his cock, all the way down my throat, pushing him over the edge of the most explosive orgasm he’d ever had.”

“I backed up and started pumping my fist over his engorged meat. He roared and his cock exploded, shooting countless jets of sperm across the room. It seemed that his ejaculation would never end, but eventually he ran out of stamina, and hung from the ropes, panting heavily.”

“I exchanged a glance with my friend Taylor and we circled his cock head with our tongues. Adrian sprang up and shouted: ‘No! God, no!’, but we didn’t stop. We licked his cock and tickled his balls, played with his nipples, with greater and greater passion.”

“He tried to stop us, admitting his defeat: ‘OK guys, you won, I’m done! Aaaagh!! Come on, guys, stop it, I can’t take it anymore!’. But I read my watch, still painfully stroking his cock, looked up at him, and said: ‘We still have another half an hour to go, stud...’. He cursed at us, then begged us, to no avail. Taylor and I relentlessly stimulated all his most sensible spots, making him gasp, howl and cry out.”

“After a couple more forced orgasms and a lot more forceful stimulation, the guy was completely broken and started whining and whimper: ‘No more... please... I beg you... No more...’. We had won. Taylor untied him and he collapsed in the puddle of his own semen at his feet.”

~ Caught in the act! ~

Rowan had listened with rapt attention to Charlie’s story, looking at his friend wide-eyed. After a pensive silence he said, seriously: “I’m sure I couldn’t stand the slightest touch after a climax; you have witnessed how demanding is an orgasm for my body and how drained, physically and mentally, it leaves me... I wonder what may have felt Adrian while you and your friend... overstimulated him. It must have been a wild experience...”

Charlie was about to reply, but they were interrupted by a deep voice coming from the stairs door: “What’s going on here??” The guys raised their eyes and looked at the man standing in the doorframe. He was tall and bulky, with bulging muscles rippling under a tight security guard uniform. His square-cut black hair and his flashing green eyes gave him a commanding and intimidating look.

Rowan stared at him, in alarm, knowing that he was not supposed to stay there. But, despite his fear for himself, his first urgency was for his young friend: “Charlie, don’t move and don’t say anything. Let me take care of it.”

“But Rowan, this man...” – Charlie tried to say, but he was stopped by Rowan: “Shh! Don’t worry, I will care for you.”

Rowan stood up, fixing the towel around his hips and tried a humble approach: “Sir, I’m extremely sorry and ashamed for my misbehavior... as well as for my unsuitable attire... I know this is private property, and...”

“Shut up, kid!” – the guard shouted at him – “You’re in big trouble! This is housebreaking!”. The man went to the back door and noticed the broken lock: “Your situation gets worse and worse. I can’t arrest you myself, being only a security guard, but I’m calling the cops, and believe me, they’ll throw the entire book at you!”

“Sir, please, let my friend go, he has nothing to do with all this...” – Rowan pleaded, trying desperately to save at least Charlie from the jail.

The guard looked at him with a puzzled look: “Of course Charlie has nothing to do with it... It’s you who broke the lock!”

“Sir, on my honour, it was not I who damaged that lock” – Rowan replied firmly – “It was already out of order, when I first came here, two weeks ago.”

“Bullshit!” – roared the guard – “And still you didn’t tell me what you were doing with my boy!” 

Rowan opened his mouth, but no words came out of it. «My boy?» – he thought – «They know each other! The man must be Charlie’s father..!»

~ An abusive father? ~

 “Charlie! Come here!” – the guard commanded – “I’ve had a hell of a day, I’m tense like a drum... You know what to do, boy... On your knees!”. The man was looking at the boy with intense lust, rubbing his growing bulge. Charlie immediately snapped up and knelt in front of him.

Rowan’s heart started beating furiously. “No... Please, sir... Leave him alone! NO!!”. The guy, careless of the consequences, shoved away the muscular guard, twice as bigger than him, and raised Charlie on his feet. Using his own body as a shield to protect the boy, Rowan said: “Don’t worry, Charlie, this man won’t hurt you, I won’t let it happen!”.

Charlie was speechless, as the events were unfolding under his eyes too fast. The man approached Rowan, who bravely stood against him, keeping Charlie behind him in a protective stance. The pale guy was trembling with fear and tension, but his voice was stern: “Don’t you dare touch the boy!”.

That was the last drop. The man took angrily Rowan by his arms, pushed him on the ground and handcuffed him to the old water pump.  “Don’t you dare giving me orders, kid! You’re lucky I have better things to do right now than thrash you like you’d deserve!”

He turned to Charlie, who was sitting wide-eyed on the bed. “And now, boy, make me happy with that gifted mouth of yours...”, the man said, unzipping his pants and pulling out a long, veiny hard cock. He moved toward the boy, massaging his meat, and Charlie slowly sank on his knees in front of him.

The boy stuck out his tongue and licked the swollen glans, tentatively at first, then with growing diligence. He licked and sucked the man’s balls, making him groan, and lavished the entire shaft, from the sensible corona to the thick base, than back up. Opening wide his mouth, the boy slowly engulfed the big cock, inch by inch, until his nose was buried into the man’s pubes. Then, still keeping his face pressed on the man’s groin, Charlie stuck his tongue out and reached for the man’s hairy balls, tickling them and licking them in turn.

The guard was in heat: “Shit, boy, you drive me crazy!” – he moaned, throwing back his head. The man took Charlie’s head with both hands and started pumping furiously into his throat. Charlie didn’t gag, he obviously knew how to manage a furious mouth-fuck such as that one.

~ A noble endeavour ~

Rowan was horrified. His eyes brimmed with tears, looking at his young friend forced to suck such a big cock in such a rough and humiliating way. He tried to get free from his restraint, but he only managed to painfully bruise his wrists. The only thing he could do was begging the man to stop: “No... No! I beg you, sir... Let him free... He’s only a boy, don’t hurt him! I will take your manhood into my mouth, I will! Just leave him alone...”.

The man turned to Rowan and said: “Not a bad idea, kid! I would surely appreciate your warm mouth around my meat...”. Charlie, much to Rowan’s surprise, pulled the big cock out of his mouth, looked up at the man and said with an urchin smirk: “No, sir, you’re mine now! I wouldn’t share your mighty cock with anyone! Let me taste your jizz, sir, please!”

Charlie renewed his efforts in sucking the man’s cock, and Rowan looked at him without fully understanding what was happening under his eyes. Charlie was clearly eager to please the guard – his father? –, he had even begged to drink his man juice! And the man was looking down at the boy with eyes filled with... affection?!

His thoughts were interrupted by the loud moans coming from the man: “Ooowww... Yes, boy... Yeah! Take it all! You’re making me... Aaaaahhh!!”. Charlie sucked hard, drinking with an ecstatic look the copious sperm pumped by the huge cock down his throat. The man held the boy’s head pressed against his pubes until his body relaxed and an affectionate smile appeared on his face.

“Charlie, you’re the best! You surely know how to take care of your man after a wearing work day!”. The guard took Charlie in his powerful arms and hugged him tight, kissing him lovingly on his cheeks and his lips. They looked into each other’s eyes for a long, intimate moment, until the man stepped back and turned to Rowan, still handcuffed to the water pump.

~ The Guard softens ~

Rowan’s strenuous, bold effort to protect Charlie had not been overlooked by the guard; apparently, the man thought, the guy had not guessed that there was no actual danger for the boy, and yet the he bravely confronted him, and even pleaded to take the pain on himself, so to spare his friend.

“We don’t need these any more” – said the guard, unlocking the handcuffs. “And now, kid, I want the truth.”

Charlie couldn’t stay put any more. “Sir, Rowan had already told you the truth! It was not him to break the lock, I’m sure. You never come down here, sir, but I do quite often. Last month a gang of punks broke in and used this room as a sort of headquarter [3]. The whole room was a mess of broken glass, syringes and used condoms, they clogged the toilet and soiled the walls...”

“So, did the room clean by itself?” – the guard asked with a mild sarcasm.

“No, sir. I did it.” – Rowan said meekly, massaging his sore wrists – “It took me a week to clean the floor from the garbage, restore the functionality of the restroom and remove the nastiness from the walls”.

As a matter of fact, Rowan had put a great effort in tidying up that small basement room, to make it look like... a home, but now he realized he had just wasted his energy: the guard obviously wouldn’t let him stay. In a flash, Rowan saw himself thrown again on the streets and tried hard to hold his tears: “I beg you, sir, be merciful! I don’t want to live like a tramp! My earnings do not allow me to have my own quarters, but maybe, if you ask the landlord, he could grant me to stay in this room, paying a modest rent...”

“Please sir” – Charlie added plaintively – “He’s a friend of mine, he has nowhere to go, don’t throw him out...”

“Enough!” – the guard yelled – “You two are making my head spinning! OK, OK, he can stay for tonight. And tomorrow I’ll talk to the other men and we’ll decide what to do”.

He looked around and noticed how clean and tidy was the room and the small bathroom, and even the bed sheets. The towel around Rowan’s hips was sparkly white and the guy himself was clean and shaved. His hair, though long, were shiny and neat. He clearly wasn’t a beggar, nor a punk, he looked more like a good boy who had a harsh life, and the noble spirit he had shown earlier spoke on his behalf...

He mellowed his tone, turned to Rowan and asked: “Hey kid, when have you eaten last time?”

“My name is Rowan, sir” – the guy replied standing tall – “and I’ve eaten a hot dog yesterday evening, sir.”

“Jesus...!” – the guard exclaimed through his teeth – “Charlie, go upstairs and rustle something to eat for your friend. In the meantime, I’ll have a word with the kid, here.” “The name’s Rowan, sir” – the guy repeated, with a determined chin.

“Yeah, yeah, Rowan, right...” – the man replied, relaxing his face in a friendly grin. He was starting to like that strange guy, standing tall in front of him with his chin in the air and his long black hair flowing around his pale face. He looked proud and somewhat elegant, even with just a towel around his waist.

~ Never judge a book by its cover ~

“Listen, Rowan, I think we both have misjudged each other. They say there’s only one chance to make a good first impression, and apparently we both have wasted it... You obviously are not a punk, you seem a good guy, despite the housebreaking and all. I guess you had little choice. Charlie says you’ve cleaned and fixed the room, and somehow you’ve stopped those bad guys from coming back, and I thank you for this.”

“And I hope it’s clear, now” – he continued – “that there was no real danger for Charlie. I’m not a sex offender, I’d never force myself on a beautiful, kind kid like Charlie. But you didn’t know, and still you tried to protect Charlie in any way, even offering to take his place... It takes a tough man to do that” – he concluded with a glimpse of respect in his eyes.

Rowan smiled timidly and said: “Maybe we should bring the clock back and start over. And since no one properly introduced us...”

“Shit, I’m such a troglodyte, I know. Sorry kid” – the guard said, shaking hands with Rowan – “I’m Alex, I live here in the Cove... I mean, upstairs. I work as a security guard at the City National Bank in the financial district. And Charlie, as you know by now, is my boy”.

“Nice to meet you, Alex, I’m Rowan and I live... here” – Rowan said with an embarrassed grin – “...at least until the landlord evicts me. I’m no one’s boy... whatever it means, and my current employment, for this week anyway, is... junior assistant helper... more or less... at the delivery company nearby. I’m not sure of the accuracy of my job title, but I’m pretty sure that my rank in the company organization chart is... the lowest man on the totem pole” – he concluded with a timid smile.

Alex laughed at the funny description of Rowan’s job, and was pleasantly surprised he actually had a job. In that moment, Charlie entered the room with a tray literally overflowing with food and beverages, along with cutlery, a glass and even a napkin.

“Well, Rowan, I have to go back upstairs, now, but I see you will be taken good care of” – he said, winking at Charlie – “I liked chatting with you. By the way, you talk weird, you know?”

~ Kale, the Hawaiian counselor ~

Alex smiled at Rowan, ruffled Charlie’s hair and then turned around and climbed upstairs. He went straight to the large living room on the first floor and crushed on an armchair, next to his friend Kale, who was intent on reading a book.

Alex looked at the handsome Hawaiian guy, absorbed in his reading, and once more he appreciated his exotic charm. His tanned skin, his slanted eyes, and even his Hawaiian name, pronounced kah-leh, added to his attractiveness.

He wore a bright flower-themed colourful shirt, opened down to the third button, revealing his hairless torso and his defined pecs. Alex admired once more Kale’s hazel eyes, his long ruffled hair and his serene, confident features.

“Man, you are a sight!” – Alex said with a sigh.

Kale raised his eyes from the book and flashed a warm smile, his dazzling smile that could melt anyone’s heart, and noticed his friend’s weary frown. “Bad day?”

“A nightmare. And now there’s a new problem: I’ve found a guy living downstairs in the utility room. His name’s Rowan, Charlie says he’s a friend of his, and my impression is that he’s a good guy, though a bit weird. He talks like he lives in another century, you should hear him. Even better, since you are a school counselor, you should definitely have a talk with him. Tomorrow we all should decide what to do with this guy, and your advice will be extremely useful.”

“No problem, I will gladly meet him as soon as I finish reading this chapter. How old is he?”

“I didn’t ask him. Maybe 22 or 23. Good looking, but a bit underweight; I understand he eats when he has the chance to... which mustn’t happen frequently. He had clearly been living a hard life, but he’s... don’t know... somewhat elegant. And listen to this: he thought I was harassing Charlie, and he shoved me away! He didn’t care I was twice as bigger as him, he stood against me to protect Charlie! Really a fierce guy...”

Kale laughed and looked at Alex with a knowing smile: “Look at you...! I know that gleam in your eyes and that soft tone in your voice... Ah... Nothing sexier than a rough, muscular stud with a bleeding heart!”

“Be careful, man” – Alex replied, with a lustful grin – “or I’ll have give you a sample of my bleeding heart... Or maybe another body part!”

Alex’ smile faded into a concerned frown, as a thought crossed his mind: “Listen, buddy, better not to tell Barry about the guy downstairs for now, you know him, he’s so oversexed, he first fucks and then says ‘hi’.

Little they knew that in that very moment Barry…

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 2, ~ The Challenge ~
[2] See Chapter 2, ~ A gifted mouth ~
[3] See Chapter 2, ~ Wrong time, wrong place ~

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 (End of chapter 3 – Please proceed to Chapter 4)