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. One night Beau, masterfully mixing love and dominance, helps Rowan overcome his greatest fears: surrendering to an older man and staying indoors after sunset. Kale’s jealousy explodes. In a restless night, the Hawaiian remembers the French Riviera and Paris, where Beau made him embrace his true nature. In a last, risky attempt to save their love, Beau flies with Kale to Scotland, to Applecross House; there, they rekindle their love, helped by Brennan, a young valet that inspires such a deep affection to Beau that he takes him as his boy. Rowan is offered the unexpected chance to take revenge on his hatred stepfather by giving a furious fuck to Barry, but his satisfaction is short-lived, as he's involved in a terrible accident that temporarily impairs his ability to speak. Through a mind connection, Chayton “meets” Rowan’s Daddy and understands how deeply Rowan craved for his love... and maybe for something else. Making love to Brennan, Rowan fights and wins the fear of having inherited his daddy cruelty. Later, in a pitch-dark room, Rowan has a special “now-or-never moment” with Barry, who talk about his past life as a married man and receives an excruciating act of devotion from the guy. Alex and Barry rescue Jorell, a black homeless, and his boy LaShawn from a gang of homophobic thugs and bring them to the Cove. Jorell is actually Joe, the former gardener who raped Jordan (Beau’s first love), causing his death. Beau and Joe, with a dramatic clarification, come to terms with their past, but Beau hates himself for being obsessed by Jorell’s humongous black cock. After getting in trouble with an evil cop, Rowan learns from Alex how to submit to authority, and then makes use of all he’s learned to undergo a harsh punishment from the cop. 

Synopsys

Rowan is restless, as he has learned so many things about his sexuality, but still can't focus on his natural sexual inclinations. Beau is restless, too, because he feels there is unfinished business with Jorell. He goes in his room to talk, but will live a traumatic and liberating experience: for once he will be Jordan. 

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~ Book 02 (Chapter 11-20) with bookmarks and PictureBook02 with NSFW images
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 ≈ ROWAN’S TRUE NATURE ≈ 

~ Doubts ~

As soon as Rowan got home from the Precinct, he rushed to take a long, hot shower. Nothing could be more urgent than taking care of his hygiene and washing away the disgusting traces of Harrison’s sexual onslaught.

While lathing and rinsing under the hot water, his mind went back to the underground room where he let Harrison abuse him… There was no doubt that the cop had abused him, but Rowan didn’t feel bad: unlike with his stepfather, this time he chose to be abused, he willingly submitted to Harrison’s power, to spare Alex from a humiliating penance.

He didn’t want to tell Alex, but he didn’t trust Harrison: if Alex went to Precinct, the cop could “forget” to tell him that Rowan had been there and could exact his “toll” from Alex, too… No, Alex had to know. But Rowan couldn’t just go to him and tell what happened, as it would’ve been embarrassing… «I’ll tell Charlie!» – the guy thought, relieved to have found a solution to his dilemma.

He quickly dried off and went upstairs, looking for Charlie; he finally found him in Wahkan’s room, cleaning and tidying it up like every day. “Hey, buddy!” – Charlie saluted him, smiling wide – “You got up early!”.  “I got up earlier than you think” – Rowan replied, and then told to his friend about his trip to the Precinct, the sexual assault by Harrison and the dazzling feeling to have made another important step in his journey.

Charlie listened to Rowan’s tale with wide eyes; and then looked at him with great respect: “You had guts, pal! I could’ve never done that! I have to tell Alex!”.  “No, wait…” – Rowan tried to say, but the boy had already fled away.

Rowan went back to his room and threw himself on the bed, feeling a strange feeling, a sort of uncertainty that he couldn’t focus on. He should’ve been happy, realizing how far he’d gone in his journey, since the day he first entered the Cove by a broken back door; and though there was a long road still to travel, he should’ve been contented with the stretch he’d run so far. But something on the back of his mind made him feel uneasy and restless.

The morning slowly went by, the lunch hour came and passed, and Rowan was still mumbling on the bed, lost in his tangled thoughts.

«Rowan, I’m here to help you». The words that Kale told him at the end of a long night, after he confessed to the counselor his inner pain and they made love [1], suddenly resounded in Rowan’s mind. Kale! Who else? With his sensibility and intuition, he surely could help Rowan sort that weird feeling out!

 “Come in!” – Kale’s gentle voice said, in response of Rowan’s knock on the door. Rowan opened the door and hesitated. He didn’t even know what to tell to Kale… He felt a sudden tension gripping his guts and relapsed for a moment on his former old-fashioned talking: “Might I impose on your kindness and have a word with you, sir?”

Kale, who had already noticed Rowan’s absence at lunch, now sensed the guy’s tension, clearly outlined by the last-century phrase he had spoken. The Hawaiian stood still for a moment, staring at Rowan, and then… burst into laughter! “You can impose whatever you want on me, Rowan” – he said, laughing – “but if you’re going to talk that way, or call me ‘sir’, you’d better take a flight to Scotland and go live at Applecross House: I believe there’s an open position for a valet, there!”

As always, Kale had found the right way to manage the delicate moment, and Rowan immediately relaxed and began laughing. “Come sit on the sofa” – Kale invited him – and tell me what’s going on”.

Rowan sat beside Kale, keeping his eyes on the floor, without saying a single word. After a short while, Kale turned sideways and leaned back on the soft armrest, with one leg along the backrest of the sofa and the other foot on the floor. “Come here” – he said to Rowan, extending his arms in a gesture of invitation. Rowan smiled timidly and lay with his back on Kale’s chest, rejoicing the feel of the counselor’s arms wrapping his upper torso from behind.

“I don’t know how I feel…” – Rowan said after a while – “I just can’t focus on what’s in my mind… On the night we met, you told me I had a long road to travel, and I feel I’ve run a long stretch so far, and I should be happy… but I’m not. Not completely, anyway”.

“Is there something that still scares you or makes you feel uneasy?” – Kale inquires. “Well, a lot of things, I guess” – Rowan replied, pensive – “but that’s not the point. It’s what I learned that makes me feel uneasy, sort of; not what I still have to learn…”

~ Crossroads ~

 “Let’s see…” – Kale said – “As far as I remember, your first… lesson was when Charlie gave you one of his special blowjobs [2], right? Did you like it?”

“Very much!” – was the enthusiastic reply – “It was wonderful to feel… worshipped!”

“And then, that very night” – the counselor continued – “you made love to me [3]. And if I’m not totally mistaken, you enjoyed it, as well”.  “I surely did!” – Rowan said in a soft voice, while holding tighter Kale’s arms wrapped around him – “Being inside you was… so tender, so sweet! I really needed it! It was like… being in charge, taking back control of my life…”

“And have you fucked someone else, since then? How did it feel?”

“I’ve fucked Brennan… He asked me so passionately I couldn’t say no… And at first it was terrible, I felt like my stepfather, a brute abusing an innocent boy… But then Brennan’s sweet love made things straight, and it felt great seeing him writhe with pleasure under me! [4]”

Kale tensed. He didn’t know that Rowan had made love to Brennan, and felt uneasy about that. Was Beau been informed of that? How would he react? But Kale restrained his thoughts, as in that moment Rowan needed him, and he had to stay focused on him.

“I know you’ve yielded yourself to other men, too” – the counselor inquired – “Was it hard for you? Have you enjoyed it?”

“The first one was Hendrick, he was so sweet and tender to me! [5]” – Rowan remembered, with dreaming eyes – “We’ve made love several other times, since that first time. With him I feel… safe! It’s wonderful. And I’ve been fucked by Beau… as you surely remember” – Rowan said with embarrassment – “And since we never talked about that, let me tell you that he was marvelous with me, so powerful and yet so loving [6], but what he feels for you is…”

“I know, now, what Beau feels for me” – Kale interrupted in a friendly tone – “but let’s not talk about me. Tell me how you felt that night with Beau”.

“I had never surrendered so completely, so totally to a man, before” – the guy replied, seriously – “It was scary, at first, but then I felt like I was… his, I was in his total control… and I loved it!”

“And what about the other men of the Cove? What have you learned from them?”

“You remember that bondage session here in your room, don’t you? [7]” – Rowan said, with a mischievous grin – “Looking at you, I learned how pleasurable can be submit to a powerful master and resist to a delicious torture. That session really opened my mind… as well other parts of my body!”

They both laughed at Rowan’s words, and then the guy continued: “Alex, too, made me submit to his authority [8], and much to my surprise I discovered I felt more powerful and proud, not humiliated. And this is probably thanks to Stewart, who made me more aware of myself; he… made me love myself! [9]”

“So, apparently you liked everything you’ve experimented so far…” – Kale concluded, still unable to understand the root of Rowan’s uneasiness. “Yes, I liked everything!” – Rowan replied, finally understanding the truth – “And this is what troubles me! Even the more… adaptable man, deep inside, has a special inclination, but not me! Every man, sooner or later, finds his way! But I… I…”

“You are at a crossroads” – Kale explained – “and you don’t know which direction to take, to progress on your journey. Am I right?”

Rowan nodded, clinging tighter to Kale’s arms: “I feel… lost, sir. I mean, Kale!” – the guy exclaimed, shifting as usual to the ‘sir’ to the first name. But Kale was not puzzled: he knew that Rowan used the ‘sir’ as a request for help, and his heart went out to him.

~ An intriguing offer ~

“Do you trust me?” – Kale asked with a mellow tone. Rowan turned his head and looked at him smiling with affection: “Are you really asking me? I trust you more than myself, you know it”.

“OK, then…” – the counselor replied, gently pushing Rowan away and standing up – “Come”.

They moved near the bed and Kale slowly undressed. Rowan looked at him with an amused and slightly lustful light in his eyes: “Do you want me to get naked?”

Kale lay on the bed, in a spread-eagled position and replied: “Only if you want”. He extended his hands to the headboard and put them through the loops of soft rope hanging there: “Help me tighten the knots, Rowan”. The guy, puzzled, complied, and Kale added: “Open the drawer of my nightstand and take out its content”.

Rowan opened the drawer and took a jar of lubricant, a medium-size dildo and a ball gag. “Now you have everything you need” – Kale explained, in response of the guy’s silent question – “You have me, tied and willing to take whatever you want to dish at me; and you have some objects that may help you in the process. I want you to give free rein to your fantasy, Rowan! I want you do to me whatever you like, whatever! I’m well trained, don’t worry about hurting me or such.”

Rowan, though excited by Kale’s offer, still couldn’t get its meaning and stood still, with the dildo in his hand, looking at the tied man.

“You told me you have experimented many things and that you liked them all” – the Hawaiian said – “You feel the need to find your… ‘special inclination’, as you called it. Then go for it! Experiment on me at will! Give me pleasure, give me pain, make me beg, make me cum, do to me whatever your fantasy suggests you, until you find your way and understand what really makes you feel… complete and satisfied.”

~ Exploration ~

“Whatever?”– Rowan asked, intrigued. “Whatever. You are totally in charge” – was the serene reply. “OK, then. Here’s my first rule: the safe word is ‘thunder’. I don’t know how to make safe knots, but at least I want you to have a safe word. And I’m not going to gag you.”

Kale nodded; Rowan closed all the curtains and dimmed the lights, creating an intimate twilight. He started removing his clothes, sensually, for the man’s viewing pleasure, noticing with satisfaction his long, circumcised cock coming to life.

When completely naked, the guy climbed on the bed and whispered at Kale: “I love you”, and darted his tongue into the man’s ear. He worked his tongue on the lobes, then the stubbled face and the neck, pausing to give kisses and small loving bites to his cheeks and chin. He brushed his lips over Kale’s and when the man opened a bit his mouth, longing for a kiss, Rowan recoiled a bit, with a seductive smile. Kale raised his head, as high as his restraints allowed him, straining to touch the guy’s lips. Rowan rewarded him with a deep kiss, invading the man’s mouth with his worming tongue.

Then he moved to the chest, exploring with his mouth every inch of the tanned skin. He played with the sparse body hair, pushed the tip of his tongue into the crevices of Kale’s abs and into the cleft of his pecs, and then, ever so slowly, he started working his nipples. At first, he slightly brushed the tip of his tongue on the turgid titties, recoiling every time Kale arched his torso hoping for a stiffer contact. Then, he became more insistent, licking the areolas and gently biting the nipples. He looked sideways to Kale’s cock: it was hard and throbbing.

Rowan shifted down, kissing and licking the defined torso, until he got to the pubes. Kale was more than sure that the guy would have engulfed his cock with his mouth, but groaned with disappointment when the warm tongue worked its way around the base of the cock and moved on to the hips. The guy kissed and explored the thighs, brushed his lips on the knees and licked the calves, all the way down to the feet. He scrambled on the bed until he was at Kale’s feet, and used his hands to raise and part his legs. His tongue and lips went to work again, this time indulging in the back of the knees and the inner thighs.

By then, Kale was desperate to feel a hand, a tongue or any other part of Rowan’s body on his cock, but it remained totally neglected. Instead, Rowan bent Kale’s legs over his torso and went on working the man’s now exposed hole. Kale was moaning softly, with his eyes shut, feeling sexually charged and frustrated like never before. He let out a chocked scream when he suddenly felt the wet tongue being replaced by the cold tip of a well-greased dildo that was firmly trying to find its way to his intimate depths.

Kale opened his eyes and looked at Rowan, who was wearing a mischievous grin on his face. The guy applied a stronger pressure on the dildo, that forced open the anal ring and passed it, and then sneaked into the hot chute, inch by inch; Kale felt the hard rod invade him, without ever stopping, forcing open one by one his inner defenses, reaching his inner sphincter and painfully breaking into his deepest cavity. The Hawaiian gasped and gritted his teeth, doing his best to accommodate the rigid pole entering him with a merciless, unstoppable motion, until it was completely buried into his ass.

When the slow, forced impalement finally ended, Kale was panting, as taking such a big toy into him with a single slow thrust hadn’t been easy. He opened his mouth to sigh, but a squeal escaped his lips, when Rowan started bumping with his palm on the handle of the dildo, sending him shivers of helpless pleasure and exquisite pain.

The counselor’s cock was drooling pre-cum, but Rowan ignored it; he pulled the dildo almost completely out and then shoved it in again, roughly. Kale couldn’t stifle a scream of pain and Rowan frowned. It was more than obvious that Kale was not enjoying that game, and neither Rowan did. He looked down at the dildo and gently removed it, tossing it on the floor. He felt he was not that into toys: while they were intriguing and pleasurable, in some circumstances, definitely that was not his ‘special inclination”.

He moved his hips closer to the exposed, loosened anus and placed his cock over the puckered sphincter. “Oooohh...” – Kale moaned, welcoming Rowan’s hot flesh much more than the cold rubber of the dildo – “Please, give it to me… Fill me with your cock…”. The guy gladly obliged, and began fucking the man with slow, steady thrusts, happy to see the previous grimace of pain fading from Kale’s face and being replaced by an expression of exquisite pleasure.

In and out, in and out, Rowan’s cock relentlessly brushed and titillated Kale’s insides, battering his prostate over and over. The guy concentrated on his own sensations. The warm tenderness of Kale’s ass gripping around his hard cock was wonderful, and he felt powerful, pounding the bound man with greater and greater force… but he didn’t feel ‘complete and satisfied’, as Kale had said earlier. He kept on fucking the man for a short while, but then he slowed down and eventually stopped his hips; he stood still for a moment, and then he resolutely pulled out from Kale, ignoring his groan of disappointment: no, that wasn’t his way, either.

Being in charge was intriguing, but Rowan understood he felt much more comfortable giving pleasure to Kale, rather than taking pleasure from him. He lowered his head between the bent-over legs and took both of Kale’s balls into his mouth. “Owww… yes… yessss!!” – the man moaned for the excitement of having his manhood finally worked over. The hard cock throbbed in anticipation, when the warm tongue made its way around the shaft and then, slowly, up to the glans. Rowan titillated the sensitive corona for a while, using only the tip of his tongue, until Kale’s moans of pleasure turned to groans of sexual desperation.

“Suck me, fuck me, do whatever you want, man, but don’t torture me this way!!” – Kale cried out – “Please, man, I beg you! I need to cum so bad…!”

Rowan raised his head and looked at the man, bound and helpless, and his expression of sexual desperation made him feel sorry. He knew that the tanned man usually enjoyed to be under total control by another man, to be used, and even abused; but Rowan felt he was not suited for that: making a man writhe and squeal, keeping him on the verge of the orgasm was something he liked to get, but not to give.

~ Rowan finds his way ~

With a determined glare, he scrambled up to the man’s wrists and released his knots. He didn’t want him to be tied, he wanted to give him pleasure and wanted him to enjoy every moment of it, as a sweet gift, not as something forced onto him!

Kale noticed the change of expression over Rowan’s face, but he didn’t say anything, because nothing had to be said: apparently, his plan was working, and the guy was finding his ‘special inclination’, through a process of elimination. And he suddenly understood where the guy was going, when he knelt on the bed astride his hips.

“I’m so close, Rowan…” – Kale murmured, knowing that he would surely lose his load if the guy sat down on his cock – “I feel I can explode any moment now…”

“Hold back. Please.” – the guy pleaded – “I need you to hold back, as I want to share this moment to you…”

Rowan lowered his hips on the throbbing cock, and when he felt the fiery glans pressing on his anus he paused, giving to Kale the time to repress his impending orgasm. Then, inch by inch, he took Kale’s cock into him. Kale had to recall all his strength to hold himself: he groaned loud, with his eyes tightly shut, concentrating hard on a task that seemed impossible to fulfil.

When Rowan felt his ass cheeks pressing hard on the man’s hips, he stopped and stood perfectly still, giving time to Kale to catch his breath. After a short while, Kale opened his eyes and looked at Rowan, trying to guess what he had in mind. The guy took his own cock in his hand and started jacking off, without moving his hips. The Hawaiian looked at the pale hand moving up and down the hard cock and relaxed a bit, realizing that Rowan was not going to ride him: both of them knew that the slightest friction would have make the steel-hard rod buried into Rowan’s cock explode.

Rowan went on wanking himself, and the more he got aroused, the more his anus gripped hard around Kale’s enflamed cock. Soon, the pleasure that Rowan was giving himself made his own ass muscles twitch, and every time Kale gasped, feeling dangerously on the verge of losing his load.

The guy soon felt he was ready, and he leaned forward, locking eyes with Kale; the Hawaiian knew what was about to happen: he remembered very well that night when Rowan, during his orgasm, had opened his soul to him and revealed his innermost intimacy.

“This is for you, Kale… Let me cum for you… Aaaahh… AAAAGGHH!!”

Kale saw Rowan’s cock throbbing hard and felt the warmth of his juice over his chest; and suddenly he felt his own cock literally milked by Rowan’s strong, frantic anal contractions. The maddening sensation forcefully threw him over the edge of an orgasm that for way too long he had tried to delay. Instinctively, his hips bucked, but his cock was already buried to the hilt into the guy’s ass. “OWWWW… FUUUUUCK!!” – he yelled, totally lost in such a powerful orgasm that his mind almost went numb.

But he didn’t avert his gaze from Rowan’s eye: he couldn’t. Once again, he could peek into the guy’s soul, and now it was so different than the first time! The place once darkened by the shadows of his troubled past, his doubts about himself and his fear for the future was now inundated by the light of a serene love, self-confidence and certainty about what life had in store for him.

“Aaaaaagghh!!!” – The scream of a man lost into a never-ending out-of-the-world orgasm pierced Kale’s ears, and he realized it was he himself who was screaming, while his cock was still forcefully spurting gallons of man juice into Rowan’s physical depths, and his eyes were diving into his spiritual depths. He felt such a deep connection with the guy!

The gaze into the guy’s luminous soul became blurred, watery, and Kale realized that Rowan’s eyes were filled with tears of joy. As the last dribbles of sperm came out of their cocks, both the man and the guy drifted into a pleasurable state of numbness, and they stood still for a while, holding each other tight.

~ Something to talk about ~

The two guys enjoyed the post-orgasm glow for a while, lazily sprawled on the bed; but while Rowan seemed relaxed and satisfied, Kale felt a bit anxious. During their conversation, Rowan mentioned that he had made love to Brennan, few days earlier; he was sure that Beau didn’t know about that, and the fact that Brennan had decided not to tell him about it clearly meant that the boy was feeling sort of guilty.

«This story does not please me at all…» – Kale thought, frowning. He knew Beau and how protective, almost possessive he was towards his boy. He’d made clear that boy-on-boy sex was OK, but Rowan’s status was somewhat uncertain…

«Charlie, Rick and Chayton consider him one of them, after all…» – he tried to convince himself, but he couldn’t deny that Rowan, being almost thirty, couldn’t possibly be considered a ‘boy’.

A light kiss on his cheek made him snap out of his thoughts. “I hope you’re not angry with me…” – Rowan said in a low voice. Kale thought back to their hot love session and looked attentively at the guy, and what he saw was anything but childish. «He’s definitely, totally a man…» – he thought, while smiling at the guy to reassure him. “I loved every single moment… and you know it, you’ve read it into my eyes. I’m going to have a shower, now” – Kale said, moving out of the bed – “but you can stay here and relax as much as you want…”

When, after a while, he came out of the bathroom, Rowan was not there. He put on some clothes and went up to the attic. He knocked on the door and was surprised to hear Beau answer: “Come in…”

«Come in?» – Kale thought, puzzled – «What happened to his sweet ‘Entrez’?». He opened the door and was about to ask him, but didn’t say anything, because Beau was sitting pensive in front of the window, looking absentmindedly at the ocean enflamed by the red sunset.

Kale sat beside him and said kindly: “A penny for your thoughts…”. He hoped to make him smile, but he just shrugged his shoulders. Kale tried to introduce the subject he wanted to discuss with him: “I was wondering about Rowan’s status in the Cove… What you think, should we consider him a boy or a man?”. No answer.

“I’d say Rowan is a man, he’s almost thirty, after all… But all the boys consider him one of them and think of him as the eldest of the boys…”. Beau grunted a feeble: “Mmh-mmh…”

“Because, you know, you’ve told to Brennan that he could have fun with the other boys without telling you. And since they all consider Rowan a boy, Brennan has made love with Rowan…”. Kale held his breath, waiting for Beau’s reaction… that was almost non-existent: “Good for them…”

Beau clearly had something troubling him and Kale cut to the chase: “What’s up, Beau? You can tell me, you know…”.  Beau stood up and started pacing the room, restless, for a little while; then stopped, looked at Kale and asked: “Say, have LaShawn and Jorell then had their physical check-up?”

“Why, yes, they’re perfectly clean…” – Kale replied, even more puzzled, but he understood that Jorell had something to do with Beau’s nervousness: “Do you have something against Jorell? Do you regret having invited them to the Cove?”

“What? No, no… Having them here was an obvious choice and I have nothing against Jorell. But still… I don’t know… there something unfinished between him and me… And no, I don’t hate him and I’m not going to punish him” – he added, looking at Kale’s worried expression – “I just need… I need…”

“You need to talk with him” – the counselor concluded – “If there is something you need to make clear with him, the sooner the better!”

Beau stood silent for a moment, took a deep breath and nodded: “You’re right, the sooner the better… whatever it is!”. Then he turned around and headed out to the door. He went down to the third floor and knocked on Jorell’s door. LaShawn opened it and let him in: “It’s Beau, sir” – he announced to Jorell, who was coming out of the shower, drying himself off.

Beau said to LaShawn: “I need to talk to Jorell… alone; I don’t know how long it’d take. With your master’s permission, you could maybe spend the night with one of the boys…”. LaShawn suddenly beamed up, as he already had a precise idea about which boy he wanted to spend the night with. He looked at Jorell with a hopeful smile, and the man nodded his consent.

As soon as the door closed behind LaShawn, Jorell asked: “You look so serious… Is there some kind of problem between us?”

~ Unexpected twist ~

“No, nothing like that…” – Beau replied resolutely, but suddenly he looked uncertain – “I just wanted to talk with you… though I’m not really sure what I want to talk about…”

Jorell looked around the room, that was still poorly furnished: apart from the bed and a few chairs, there was nothing comfortable to sit on. “OK, but we can’t stay on our feet, and those chairs are really uncomfortable; let’s lay on the bed…

They both reclined on the soft mattress, and Beau kept staring at the ceiling. After a short while, Jorell broke the silence: “OK, I’m a black man with a huge cock; and I… knew Jordan. So, unless you want to talk about my black cock” – he concluded, with an amused smile – “the subject of this conversation is Jordan. Am I right?”

“Yes” – Beau said, turning to the black man and propping himself on his elbow – “It’s about Jordan…”. He stood silent for a moment and something caught his eye: Jorell had moved on the bed and the towel cinching his hips had slightly opened up, letting his long limp uncut cock peek out. Beau felt a shiver running down his spine and his own cock tingled. “But… the conversation may revolve around your cock, too…”.

Jorell looked at the blond man with a restrained surprise and started asking: “Are you offering me sex?” – but soon he noticed Beau’s frowned, painful expression and added: “Let’s start talking about Jordan….”

Beau looked straight at the black man, took a deep breath and said: “I miss Jordan so much! I thought I had finally put him behind my back, but since you’ve come here, I miss him like never before… You’ve been the last one to see him alive. And the only one to see him dead… Talk me about him, Jorell!”

The black man gulped hard. “Why do you want to torture me and yourself? You shared the most beautiful moments in Jordan’s life. I shared his darkest hours…”

“But you were the last one to touch him, feel his skin under your fingers, feel his lips on yours, feel… his tender insides around your cock…” – Beau said in one breath, and again his eyes wandered across Jorell’s powerful torso, along his muscular arms and eventually focused on the dark pink cock head peeking out of the white towel. He kept staring at it, until Jorell slowly raised the towel, revealing more and more of his almost impossibly long cock.

Beau couldn’t take his eyes off of the Jorell’s massive manhood. Responding to an irrepressible impulse, his hand moved towards the long black cock and curled around it. “His tender, moist intimacy brushed against your cock, that night… Let me kiss it! Let me feel Jordan one last time!”

Though taken aback from the awkward request, Jorell was deeply moved by Beau’s passionate plea, that clearly revealed how immensely, after all those years, Beau still missed Jordan. The black man wasn’t sure that he could really soothe his profound pain, but he was not going to deny him what he asked for: he owed him. So, he opened his towel completely, silently inviting Beau to get… whatever he hoped to get from him.

Beau lowered his head and gave a tender kiss on the dark glans; his trembling lips brushed lightly on the sensitive skin, causing a shiver of pleasure to Jorell. Another kiss, and then another. Beau’s lips traced the entire length of the black snake, that was slowly growing stiffer in his hands. Jorell stifled a moan and let the man do his thing.

But when Beau’s warm mouth closed around the tip of his cock, lavishing it with his wet tongue, Joe couldn’t repress a low groan. Beau held his eyes closed, and explored with his lips and his tongue every inch of the black skin, that once had been pressed against Jordan’s inner linings; and the blond man made love to that cock, imagining to savour Jordan’s intimacy.

His hands caressed Jorell’s abs, reached up to his pecs, played with his body hair and moved to the bulging biceps; that torso, those arms, had held tight Jordan’s lifeless body, that terrible morning, and Beau groped them hard, in a desperate attempt to feel one last time under his fingers Jordan’s soft skin.

~ ‘You can’t ask me that…’ ~

But Beau wanted more… Frantically, he ripped away his clothes and clung to Jorell, pressing his body against his, in the illusion of holding again Jordan into his arms. Still keeping his eyes tightly shut, Beau kissed the firm pecs, licked the meaty nipples and gave small gentle bites to the sensitive flesh.

“Ooohh... Mmmhh…” – Jorell moaned softly, unwilling to break Beau’s daydream, but unable to repress his own pleasure. His cock was now rock hard and soared behind Beau’s back.

“Hold me Jordan… Kiss me one last time!” – Beau murmured, pressing his face on Jorell’s powerful torso – “I need you so much, Jordan! Tell me you still love me as much as you loved me back then!”

Jorell felt terribly uneasy, as Beau’s caresses, from their initial tenderness, had become frantic, desperate, and Beau needed something he couldn’t possibly give him. “I’m not Jordan, Beau” – the man said, holding the blond boss’ face – “Open your eyes… I’m not Jordan…”

Beau opened his eyes, and they were wet with tears. “No, you’re not Jordan…” – he admitted with trembling voice – “Jordan is long gone. I can’t feel him anymore under my fingers, nor savour him on my lips…”

Suddenly, Beau rolled sideways, bringing Jorell with him, until he was laying on his back and the black man was over him. “But I can be him one last time! I can feel what he felt that night! Fuck me, Joe! Spear my ass like you speared Jordan’s back then! Tear apart my insides, shred my ass to pieces, make me scream out of my lungs like he did that night!!”

Jorell was horrified: “No, man… You can’t ask me that… You don’t know what you are asking for… The memory of that night had been torturing me for years! I can’t… I can’t do that again…!”

Beau looked at him with a sparkle in his eyes: “I will cum for you... This time you will make me cum…” [10]

The black man faltered, but Beau was offering the chance to finally throw his past behind his back. He had the chance to rape Jordan again, horrible as it was, but this time he could make him cum… He would make him cum, and his soul would finally find some peace.

Looking straight into Beau’s eyes, he nodded and extended his hand to take some lube, but Beau stopped him: “No. Just a little spit, like that night…”

The black man spat twice on his hand and massaged his own cock, that soon became a frightening steel-hard weapon. Jorell didn’t ask to Beau if he was ready, he didn’t prepare his ass in any way: he just leaned forward, pinning both Beau’s wrists with one hand, and used the other hand to raise Beau’s right leg.

And then he entered him, all the way.

The entire house resounded by Beau’s loud scream of pain. It was like the scream of a mortally wounded animal. Kale, sitting with the boys in the living room two floors below, gasped in alarm and was about to jump on his feet, but LaShawn placed a hand over his arm and shook his head.

~ Loving rape ~

In Jorell’s room, Beau was facing the worst of his nightmares, he was living the most terrible of his memories. He was Jordan, savagely deflowered by the biggest black cock he’d ever seen. The hard rod was piercing him deep, reaching places inside him that he never thought possible. The pain was almost unbearable, and he went on screaming, tossing his side from side to side.

He had wanted it, he had asked for it, but now he was desperately trying to escape the mighty club that was shredding his ass to pieces. He turned to Joe, willing to plead mercy, but his voice died in his throat when he saw tears streaming from the black man’s eyes and drenching his face.

In a flash, he remembered what Jorell had said the night he came to the Cove: that he loved Jordan, and he was forced to hurt him under threat of being lashed to death. That night, Beau couldn’t see Joe’s face: he could only see Jordan’s beautiful features contorted by the pain of having his virginity ripped away in such a brutal and humiliating way. But now Beau was witnessing what Jordan himself had felt and seen that night…

Suddenly, the physical pain he was feeling seemed a little thing, compared to the heart-ripping pain that Joe had to suffer that night… the same pain he was feeling even now, reliving his past!

Despite the roughness of the forcible fuck, despite the devastating pain that Joe’s humongous cock was causing to him, Beau saw in his teary eyes the truth: «He’s making love to me!»

Beau locked eyes to the man and slowly everything changed. The rock-hard meat was still forcing open his insides with the same relentless, merciless thrusts, but he could feel, behind the excruciating pain, the pleasure of the hard massage over his prostate, the sensual feeling of the long snake rhythmically filling his insides, reaching his most intimate depths, and then recede like an ocean wave.

He was Jordan, and Joe was making love to him. Nothing else mattered. That powerful, desperate black man was doing his best to give him enough pleasure to ease the pain, and Beau could feel that pleasure, could feel the love he was forcibly shoving deep inside him!

So far, Beau had strained to evade the onslaught, had fought the unbearable pain, but suddenly he stopped resisting, closed his eyes and offered all of himself to Joe and his spearing cock: and that was the moment when he felt totally overwhelmed by the deeply sensual back-and-forth powerful thrusts of Joe’s incredible cock.

“Aaahh…” – Beau moaned – “Release my hands… Please, let me touch you… You’re making me… Oww…”

As soon as Joe released his grip on Beau’s wrists, the blond man caressed his lover’s strong biceps and groped hard his pecs. “Fill me with your semen, Joe… aaahh… Your cock is making me cum… Yes… YES…  AAAH! AAAAARRGGHHH!!!!”

Beau threw his arms around Joe and held him tight, while his entire body was shaken by wild spasm of orgasmic pleasure. His cock, now trapped between the two firm abdomens, throbbed hard and spurted countless shots of warm juice.

Beau yelled and moaned loud, lost into the most intense, desperate, healing climax of his life; in his dizziness, he seemed to hear an echo to his own moans, but it wasn’t an echo: it was Joe, who had held back as long as he could, to give time to Beau to reach his climax, and now was finally giving free rein to his lust, pouring gallons of sperm deep inside Beau’s ravaged ass.

Beau felt Jorell’s body squirm and shiver, and held him even tighter, eager to feel every inch of his body. When their spasms slowly trailed off, the blond man took his buddy’s face in his hands and locked their lips into a ferocious, desperate mouth-probing kiss.

~ Peace, at long last ~

Exhausted and panting, the two men lay on the mattress, now drenched in sweat and sperm, and looked at each other’s eyes for a while, in perfect silence, trying to cope with the turmoil they both were feeling in their hearts.

Beau couldn’t believe he really did it: under the vicious onslaught of Jorell’s cock, he really felt like he was Jordan, was suffering like him, and the cock shredding his ass to pieces was the very same cock that once had brutally deflowered him. But he was himself, too: he was the young Beau who, witnessing the cruel rape of his lover, felt a guilty sexual attraction to Joe’s powerful body and his massive manliness [11].

“Thank you…” – Beau whispered to Jorell, still staring deep into his eyes – “Now I know what Jordan felt, what he thought that night. You gave me one last moment with him, you let me say him goodbye… I feel finally in peace with him… and myself”.

“Lucky you…” – Jorell replied, with an unspoken sadness veiling his eyes – “I did what you asked me, I owed you, but… I hoped to put my soul at rest, at last, but it didn’t work… The past is past, and can’t be fixed or changed…”

“But you made me cum…” – Beau interrupted him – “I came for you… I loved you for what you were doing to me!”

“I’m glad to know that you feel love, and not hate, for what I’ve done to you tonight. And god knows how important was for me to make you cum. But that night Jordan didn’t cum, and nothing can change that. He hated me, and surely his last though while his life was slipping through his fingers was a thought of hate to me…”

Beau shook his head: “No, buddy. He loved you. Tonight, I felt what he himself felt that night, and I can grant you that when he saw the tears in your eyes, he understood everything, your tender love for him, your fear for my father’s threats, your agony for the pain you were forced to cause to him. He didn’t cum only because… he understood all of this too late”.

The sturdy black man suddenly looked like a child, his eyes brimmed with tears and his shoulders shivered for the irrepressible sobs. He threw himself into Beau’s arms and clung to him for a long time, wetting his neck with his tears and repeating: “Thank you… Thank you…”.

He couldn’t believe how beautiful, delightful was the sense of relief and peace that finally had found its way into his heart, after so many years.

The men and the boys gathering in the living room exchanged knowing glances, as the silence that followed Beau’s and Jorell’s last howls of pleasure clearly meant that they had solved… whatever they had to solve.

“OK, folks! The show’s over!” – Barry exclaimed, with his usual lack of finesse that everyone had learned to appreciate; as always, his apparently thoughtless words could instantly dispel any tension in the room.

“Time to go to bed!” – Kale added, looking at the boys. His eyes briefly fixed on LaShawn, who was impatient to share Chayton’s bed; Kale glanced at Wahkan, just to be sure that he was fine with that, and saw the man smiling with affection to his boy.

«It’s so nice when love spreads through the Cove…» – Kale thought, smiling, picturing in his mind Beau and Jorell into each other’s arms, and LaShawn and Chayton give free rein to their youthful lust.

While turning away, he caught Wahkan looking straight at him: his eyes had a special light that he’d never seen before and that made his heart race. «Love is definitely spreading through the Cove, tonight…» – he thought, getting closer to the Sioux wearing a seductive smile…

Footnotes and references:
[1] See chapter 4, ~ Rowan is not alone any more ~
[2] See Chapter 2, ~ A gifted mouth ~
[3] See Chapter 4, ~ Love conquers all ~
[4] See Chapter 36, ~ A hard step to take ~
[5] See Chapter 9, ~ The moment has come ~
[6] See Chapter 25, ~ A dreadful punishment ~
[7] See Chapter 16, ~ Two helpless captives ~
[8] See Chapter 40, ~ Rowan surrenders to authority ~
[9] See Chapter 30, ~ The jock in the mirror ~ 
[10] See Chapter 39, ~ A long-time unspoken truth ~
[11] See chapter 39, ~The naked truth ~

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(End of Chapter 42 – Please proceed to Chapter 43)