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. Back at home, Kale helps the guy to focus on his natural sexual inclinations.

Synopsys

Chayton and LaShawn can finally spend their first night together; it won't be only a night of hot sex, but also an important moment of growth for both of them. In order to grant to Chayton the privacy he needs, Wahkan sleeps with Kale, and they, too, will live a very special night that will deeply change their relationship.

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 ≈ LOVE SPREADS AROUND ≈ 

~ Night arrangements ~

Kale got closer to Wahkan, looking straight at him. The counselor had noticed the Sioux glancing at him with a special light in his eyes, and was almost surprised. First, because Wahkan had always been extremely reserved and rarely showed his inner feelings or desires; and also because, so far, he’d never showed a particular desire towards him!

The Hawaiian felt his heartbeat pace up with excitement. He had already seen Wahkan naked, of course (that was the Cove, after all!), but what excited Kale most was the man’s traditional costume, consisting almost entirely of an embraided long loincloth that could hardly conceal his firm buttocks and his massive manhood.

He was so lost in his hot fantasy that he didn’t realize that he was standing in front of the man himself, still staring at him. “Oh! Ehm…” – Kale stuttered, suddenly overcome by the confident manliness that exuded from the Sioux – “Apparently, a very special night awaits Chayton, tonight…”

“Indeed…” – Wahkan replied – “The boy is finding his way through Life. May the Spirits guard his steps.”

“…Which means, if I remember well” – Kale added with a knowing smile – “that you are going to… ehm… help the Spirits doing their job, as you once explained me” [1].

“You’re right, my friend: invoking the Spirits always requires and action by our side. Which, in this case, means not doing anything at all: my young Falcon needs a clear sky to fly high, and I’m going to leave him all the space he needs. Tonight I’ll leave him the entire suite, I’ll sleep here on the sofa”.

Kale smiled seductively and said: “I could provide you a much better accommodation…”. Wahkan got even closer, making their hips touch slightly: “Do you think it’s better than sleep on the sofa?” – he breathed. “Much, much better…” – was the lustful reply.

They were so much enthralled by each other that they didn’t notice Chayton and LaShawn running happily upstairs, nor the other men and boys leave the room, alone or in couples. And for sure Kale didn’t see the strange, bitter glance that Barry had thrown at him before turning around and heading upstairs; but Alex noticed it, and wondered what was going on in Barry’s mind, lately.

«Probably he was planning a hot night with Kale…» – the bulky guard thought, following Barry upstairs. Though unintentionally, he saw Barry taking his phone and calling a quick dial number. He couldn’t help but overhearing Barry’s words: “Hey doc, it’s me… yeah… I know it’s late, but… Ah ah! Fuck you man! You never quit, do you? Shit, tonight I really need you… I feel so horny! Yeah… You’re right… But maybe tomorrow I could…”

Barry entered his room and closed the door, and Alex didn’t listen to the final part of the conversation. But he felt he had already heard too much. He knew who he was talking to: Doc Jade, the one who cured Rowan after his accident [2], the one Barry seemed very intimate with, the time he called the Doc to come visit the wounded Jorell, at Rice-Duncan mansion [3].

«Fuck him, I’m not Barry’s mother!» – Alex thought, entering his room and throwing himself on the bed. «It’s none of my business…» – he tried to convince himself, but still he was deeply disturbed by Barry’s obvious affaire with the handsome doctor.

Alex had always acted by the book in his life, or at least he’d tried to, and was utterly pissed off by seeing Barry violating one of the most important rules of the Cove: never have an involvement with someone outside the Cove! Officially, the reason was to protect the men and the boys, who often indulged in joyful sexual permutations, from getting sexually-transmitted diseases. But the real reason for that rule was to preserve the delicate balance between so many men and boys who basically loved each other; and Barry, as usual, was “throwing his cock around”, as Kale used to say.

The hairy guard got naked and slip under the bedsheets; he was feeling horny and looked at Charlie’s closed door, thinking about calling him, but then thought twice: he wasn’t really in the mood, with his mind mumbling about Barry and his handsome doctor. Switching off the light, he heard Kale and Wahkan whispering and chuckling in the corridor and wished them to have a better night than the one awaiting him…

~ A powerful Sioux Chief ~

When Kale opened the door to his room, Wahkan said: “Give me a few minutes. In the meantime, you… get ready!”.  Kale smiled, feeling a pleasurable shiver running down his spine, and entered his room. He quickly dimmed the lights, prepared the bed and stood still for a moment, uncertain whether to undress or wait for Wahkan to come back. “Fuck that…” – he murmured immediately, stripping naked with few, hurried moves and laying on the bed in a languid pose.

There was a light knock on the door and Kale gasped when Wahkan came in. He was wearing the extremely enticing loincloth that Kale had dreamed of so many times…

The man’s powerful legs jutted out from the sides of the long, narrow embraided strip, that couldn’t conceal a massive bulge hiding underneath. Kale raised his eyes to the bare torso and the man’s muscular arms folded on it, in a manly, authoritarian pose.

The revealing outfit was completed by nothing more than a metal armband circling the right bicep, a darkened animal tooth hanging from his neck and an earring with a bird feather. He looked like a powerful Sioux Chief.

Kale’s heart was racing and he stood perfectly still… except from his cock, that roared up to a full hard-on in no more than a couple seconds. Wahkan flashed a lustful smirk and moved closer to the bed. Kale feasted his eyes over the muscled body towering over him and whispered: “Downstairs, when I invited you, I was dreaming about seeing you like this…”.  “I know” – Wahkan replied and climbed on the bed, slowly, so to give to Kale the chance to peek under the narrow loincloth.

“Are you ready for me?” – the Sioux asked seductively kneeling behind Kale’s spread legs. “I’m not a rookie, you know” – the Hawaiian replied, with a confident smile. “I know” – Wahkan said, unlacing the loincloth and revealing his growing manhood – “but I know a trick or two, and Rowan taught me some more…”

Wahkan started lifting Kale’s legs, but the Hawaiian said: “Wait… Let me suck you… Please…”.  The Sioux stood still for a moment, with an almost disappointed expression on his face, and then let go of the man’s legs: “OK, but this the last thing you ask for. Tonight, I’m in charge, and you will do what I say, no less, no more.”

The authoritarian tone made Kale’s cock throb hard in anticipation; he leaned forward, took the man’s cock in his hand and whispered: “Thank you, sir…”. He closed his eyes and engulfed the hard cock in his mouth, feasting his tongue on the swollen glans. With the other hand, he reached down to the man’s unusually hanging balls and played with them, stretching even further down and scratching his nails on the back of the long ball sac.

Wahkan enjoyed the treatment very much, and started moving his hips back and forth, pushing his rod deeper into the Hawaiian’s throat. But soon he recoiled and said: “Enough. Lay on your back and offer your ass to me.”

Kale immediately did as requested and reclined on the bed, holding his own legs up and apart. Wahkan’s cock was already wet with saliva, and the counselor expected a sudden impalement, as an act of domination by the authoritarian Sioux. But he was surprised to see the man lean over the nightstand and take a large glob of lubricant from an open jar placed there.

“That’s not really necessary…” – Kale said, but Wahkan smiled: “Let me do my thing…”.  He greased up his cock and then, gently, penetrated Kale. The Hawaiian let out a long, feeble squeal, during the entire time it took to the hard cock to fill him completely. The sensation coming from his ass was unbelievably pleasurable!

Being a well-trained bottom, Kale almost never used lubricant, and he’d forgotten how exquisite and silky smooth felt a well lubricated cock. He silently thanked Wahkan for having insisted in using the lubricant, and from that moment on Kale put himself totally into the Sioux’ hands.

~ Sexual rollercoaster ~

Kale enjoyed the steady fuck that Wahkan was giving him and felt the pleasure growing inside his own groin. The Sioux was undeniably a good fucker, and knew well how to use his meat rod, thought Kale maybe expected something more intense and rough… He looked at the man, who gazed at him with a great intensity; Kale soon realized he was not able to avert his gaze from the man’s deep eyes… nor he wanted to. He suddenly felt a greater tension growing into his groin, as if those magnetic eyes were pouring… sexual desire into him!

Kale groaned and moved his hips to take the Sioux’ cock deeper into him, while his pleasure climbed almost to the boiling point. “I’m so close, Wahkan…” – he murmured – “I’m about to shoot…”.  “Not yet” – the Sioux replied – “Not until I let you.”

Kale gritted his teeth and held back as hard as he could, while the hard cock relentlessly moved in and out of his ass, battering mercilessly on his prostate. Soon, Kale knew he couldn’t hold anymore, and pleaded: “I can’t resist… I can’t hold it…”

“You don’t have to…” – Wahkan replied, still looking deep into Kale’s slanted eyes – “I told you, you won’t cum until I say so. You don’t have to hold back: I’m doing that for you…”

And to prove it, Wahkan paced up his fuck, shattering Kale’s last resistance: “Owww… Here it comes…!” – the counselor whined and let it go, unable to repress anymore his impending orgasm… but he didn’t cum, he couldn’t reach the climax. He felt like he was climbing a mountain, and when he was about to finally reach the peak, the peak moved higher.

Wahkan’s cock pumped hard into his ass, giving him a greater pleasure at each thrust, and Kale felt his sexual tension climb to level never experienced before. He was sure that his cock was bound to explode any moment; but Wahkan’s eyes sparkled with a fiery glare, and Kale whined, climbing higher and higher, only to realize that the peak of the mountain was always out of his reach.

His sexual desire and the tension in his groin reached unexplored levels, bringing him to a delirious state: “Ahhh… I need… I need to cum, man… Nnnngghh…! Ah! Please… Please!”

“Now” – Wahkan said, and the fire in his eyes suddenly turned into a steely glare. Kale suddenly felt his entire body become stiff, in preparation of the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life. “AAAHH!!!” – he screamed, scared by the intensity of the climax that was about to explode into his body and mind…

He had passed the point of no return and he was gazing at the deepest abyss he had ever gazed into, and though it was scaring, Kale gladly threw himself into it… only to realize he couldn’t! Wahkan was holding him, at the highest peak of his pleasure, and didn’t let him cum! “AAARRGGHH!!” – he screamed, giving to Wahkan a desperate glance. But the Sioux said with a stern, authoritarian voice: “This is your test, Kale! How totally can you submit to a man? Can you submit to this, too, without pleading and fighting back?”

Kale looked at his tormentor, his lover, his master, whose authority reclaimed a total surrender, a complete annihilation of his own will: never in his life he could submit to a man at such a deep extent! His mind screamed, his body ached, but inside him he found the strength to do what Wahkan was commanding him, and he surrendered to him, submitting to his will. The Hawaiian stopped fighting and let the unbearable, unhuman pleasure wreak havoc on him. He didn’t need to say anything, because Wahkan read his words clearly in his eyes: «I’m yours. Do to me whatever you want».

The Sioux smiled: he had read in Kale’s eyes his desire to step up in the art of submission he wanted to master; and with that torturous fuck, he had brought Kale to the level of submission he longed to reach, but had never the strength to achieve.

Using his ancient knowledge, he created a mental connection with Kale, so to share between them the sexual tension that had piled up into him almost to harmful level. The very moment their minds touched, a mind-blowing orgasm shattered both of them at the same time. “AAAAAARRGGG!!!” – they screamed out of their lungs, in unison, while a torrent of man juice exploded from their cocks.

Both men shook and trembled hard, under the uncontrollable spasms of the most intense climax they both had ever experienced. Their howls of pleasure echoed throughout the entire Cove, while the twin unstoppable flows of sperm flooded Kale’s torso and ass, until their minds went numb and their bodies collapsed on the rumpled bed.

A few minutes later, they came to, and found themselves into each other’s arms. Their eyes met, and Kale could spot an uncertain, almost guilty look in Wahkan’s gaze. The powerful Sioux, in that moment, looked like a child who needed to be forgiven for something. Kale stared at him, as he’d never seen the confident, reserved and almost aloof man like that. The armor that he constantly wore, for once, had gone; and Kale for the first time could look at Wahkan, and not, like always, at the wise ageless Sioux.

The intensity of that moment hit deeply Kale, who longed to hug that man tight, giving him all the love he could give… but he didn’t: he knew that Wahkan didn’t like such a “physical” display of affection. But he couldn’t prevent a loving smile from appearing on his face, and it was such a sincere, touching smile that Wahkan couldn’t help but reciprocate it.

No one uttered a single word, nor they moved a single muscle: exhausted as they were, they closed their eyes and welcomed a badly needed restful sleep.

~ A thief in the night ~

In the middle of the night, Wahkan woke up; he quickly disengaged from Kale’s arms and got off the bed. He felt restless, somehow displeased by himself, but he couldn’t focus on what he was really feeling. He took his loincloth and laced it up around his hips; he didn’t want to go back to his room, not to disturb Chayton and LaShawn, but he didn’t feel to stay in Kale’s bed, either.

He decided to go down to the living room, and his hand was already on the door knob when he heard Kale say in a low voice: “Don’t sneak away like a thief in the middle of the night. Please. Don’t humiliate me this way…”

“No!” – Wahkan replied with passion, turning around, suddenly aware of how insulting his behavior might look – “Never in my life I would humiliate you! I was just… just…”.  He didn’t know what to say, and his voice trailed off.

“You feel uneasy because tonight you’ve lost control” – Kale said with affectionate, knowing voice – “You’ve gone too far, you’ve pushed me too hard. And you hate yourself for that. Am I close?”

“More than close” – Wahkan replied, embarrassed – “You nailed it”.

“Not yet. There’s more. You feel guilty for having forced me, and you’re embarrassed because for once you’ve shown to someone your true self” – Kale added; being an experienced counselor, everything was clear for him.

“Damn, are you going to push the blade even deeper?” – Wahkan said, mortified. “Not at all, quite the contrary!” – Kale replied, and the sheer affection, the utter respect exuding from his voice warmed the Sioux’ heart.

“As for pushing me, I can only thank you for what you’ve done: you forced me to dig into myself and find a strength I didn’t even know to have. Only a powerful, wise man like you could do that, and you did it for me. You have all my respect, admiration and gratitude for what you’ve done tonight”.

“And my respect and admiration grew even more when I held you in my arms” – Kale continued, with soothing voice, while Wahkan moved back and sat on the bedside – “You were not a powerful Sioux Chief anymore: you were a man, a man who had shared with me the most intimate experience a man can live. For once, for the first time since I know you, I’ve seen you naked, and I’m not talking about your body. When I looked into your eyes, I had to restrain myself, as I knew how reserved you are; but I was dying to hold you tight, kiss you, share your breath and your soul…”

“Then do it!” – Wahkan replied, in a rush of affection for the sensible, wise counselor that could read into him with such sharp clearness. “Do it!” – he repeated, leaning on the lying man and nesting into his open arms. And their mouths became one.

~ A special night ~

Wahkan’s decision not to go back to his room was a wise one, because what was happening in that room was something very special…

Earlier in the evening, as soon as Kale had called it a night, Chayton and LaShawn had been the first ones to rush upstairs, holding each other’s hand under the affectionate eyes of Wahkan and the other men.

They started kissing hungrily even before the door had closed behind them. After a few minutes, they heard some noises coming from the adjacent room; Chayton opened the connecting door and the boys saw Wahkan quickly undressing.

A brief glance was enough for the man to read into his boy’s heart his concern, and he hastened to say with a casual tone: “Oh, Chayton, you’re here… I’m going to spend the night with Kale, I’m here only to change for the night. Hope you don’t mind if I leave you alone the entire night… I won’t be back until late morning”.

“It’s fantastic, sir!” – Chayton exclaimed, but soon smiled with a little embarrassment and corrected himself: “I mean… I don’t mind, sir”.  Wahkan flashed an affectioned smile and kept changing for the night. Both boys looked eagerly at his sinewy body while he stripped naked and then started wearing his long embraided loincloth and the other accessories that completed his ceremonial outfit.

“Err… Quite an unusual sleepwear you’ve chosen, sir…” – Chayton commented, and the older Sioux replied with a wink: “When someone has a dream, we should do our best to turn it to reality, shouldn’t we?”  “Definitely, sir!” – LaShawn exclaimed with a wide smile from behind Chayton. Wahkan smiled, wished them both a good night and went out.

Chayton gave to LaShawn a sensual glance and said: “Now it’s just you and me…”. He closed the connecting door and started unzipping his sleeveless hood, under his buddy’s rapt eyes. He shrugged it off his shoulders and then said: “Now you… I want to see your body… All of it!”

The black boy smiled seductively and slowly took off his high-cut tank; he tossed it away and began caressing his own torso, slowly, taking handfuls of his own pecs and sneaking his fingers under the waist of his tight white pants. Then, keeping his eyes locked to Chayton’s, he brought his hands to his mouth, licked his middle fingers and lowered them to his nipples, titillating just the tips of them with his wet fingers.

He didn’t utter a sound, but his face clearly showed the sudden jolt pleasure he was feeling. His eyes half closed and his lips parted, while he kept playing with his nipples, giving himself an intense pleasure.

“Fuck…” – Chayton growled, and absentmindedly adjusted his stiffening cock into his jeans. LaShawn groaned with desire, hit by the confident manliness of that gesture that already excited him a lot, last time, when they were in his room [4].

“Are you going commando?” – Chayton asked with hoarse voice, noticing the growing bulge clearly outlined under the stretch fabric, and when the black boy nodded with a lascivious smile, he ordered with a low voice: “Take it all off…!”

LaShawn unzipped his tight elastic pants and turned around, flaunting his bulging ass under Chayton’s eager eyes. Keeping his legs perfectly straight, he bent over, trussing his ass up, and then started peeling the thin stretch pants down the perfect mounds of his chocolate buttocks, inch by inch, slowly revealing his puckered hole, then the rugged hanging balls and – at long last – his eight-inch dangling cock.

“Shit! Owww… Shit!” – Chayton hissed – “Man, you’ve sealed your doom pulling this stunt…! This time nothing can keep me away from that sensational ass of yours!”.  LaShawn stepped out of his pants and climbed on the bed and said: “And there’s more where that came from…”.

Chayton stood at the foot of the bed with a lustful, determined expression and started unbuttoning his jeans. When he lowered them, the fabric of his boxers was about to rip under the pressure of his raging hard-on. He grabbed the elastic waist and pushed it down, purposely making his cock spring out of it and bounce up and down. “Aaahhh…” – LaShawn gasped, mesmerized by Chayton’s naked body and his roguish grin. He had such a rough, almost menacing manliness that his hole twitched in anticipation.

The young Sioux could clearly see the flaming desire in his buddy’s eyes, and stood still, in a manly pose, piercing him with a lustful glance. LaShawn groaned and reclined on the bed, offering himself and admitting his defeat in a battle that… he didn’t want to win.

~ Adulthood ~

Chayton climbed on the bed feeling… different. All that manly banter, the sexual skirmish, was something he felt natural, though so far he’d never done that with anyone. But LaShawn was special, he was making him feel… a man! It was a boy who earlier waved goodnight to Wahkan and closed the door, but it was a man the one now climbing on the bed with a fiery sparkle in his eyes.

He knelt down, straddling LaShawn’s torso, and let his cock bounce at an inch from his buddy’s face. The black boy observed the hard, engorged cock with rapt eyes, until Chayton growled: “Are you going to do something about that?”

LaShawn raised a hand, cupped his friend’s swollen balls and started massaging and rolling them, gently and sensually, while shifting his gaze from the throbbing cock to Chayton’s eyes and then back again. “OK, apparently I have to do everything myself…” – the Sioux said with a smile, understanding that his buddy wanted him to take the lead. “Open your mouth!” – he ordered, but his tone was loving, rather than authoritarian; when the black boy parted his meaty, soft lips, he eased his cock into the moist cavity and began a gentle face-fuck, but without ever pushing too far.

After a few strokes, he pressed his glans against the back of LaShawn’s throat and looked at him, checking for a possible sign of distress; but he soon felt the throat muscles relax and open up for him. The moment his cock was fully buried into his buddy’s welcoming throat, he felt a rush of affection for that sweet, dark-skinned boy who was worshipping his cock with such devotion. In his youthful dreams, he’d had sometimes fantasized about skull-fucking a hot wet throat, pumping in and out of it with powerful, violent thrusts, caring only for his own pleasure; but not for a single moment he thought to do that to LaShawn: he only wanted to make love with that soft, slick throat, and felt LaShawn’s throat making love with his cock.

Besides, he didn’t want to rush: the main course was awaiting him, and he didn’t want to be sated with the appetizers. So, he slowly pulled out and lowered his mouth to LaShawn’s, giving him a long, sweet kiss.

He then scrambled back and positioned himself between his buddy’s bent legs; he took some lubricant from the nightstand and started greasing his cock. LaShawn looked at him, raising his own legs in the air, and smiled: “I could take it even dry. I’ve had my share of rough fucks…”; and his heartbeat raced when he heard that manly, sexy Sioux reply gently: “Not tonight. Tonight is the time for tenderness and exquisite love…”

Chayton pulled his buddy’s legs down to the mattress and lay beside him, embracing him from behind, in a spoon position. His hard, greasy cock was resting between the perfect mounds of his buddy’s ass. “Do you want me inside you?” – he whispered, and the black-skinned boy replied: “More than ever…”.

LaShawn, in his young life, had taken many cocks up his ass; but that night, when he felt Chayton’s enflamed rod press against his man hole, he felt like it was the first time. He extended a hand behind him and grabbed Chayton’s wrist, trembling with expectation and desire, like a virgin boy.

The young Sioux waited for the anal ring to relax and then entered the warm, tender ass, and he couldn’t help but gasp and close his eyes for the sweetness of the sensations coming from his manhood: it seemed like his cock and that ass had been created to be joined together.

His hips began tilting back and forth, answering to a superior call, rhythmically pushing the hard rod in and out the tender chute, in a smooth motion that Chayton couldn’t control, but only enjoy. He hugged LaShawn tighter, rejoicing his squeal of pleasure that echoed his own moans. Out of space and out of time, they went on making love in a way that neither of them had ever experienced.

“Give it to me… all of it!” – LaShawn moaned at one point, raising his leg to allow Chayton an unobstructed access to his innermost cavities. The young Sioux intensified his pounding, brushing his wide glans back and forth against his buddy’s joy nut, until LaShawn started pleading: “I can’t resist any more… Fuck me hard, make me cum!”

~ Unleashed manliness ~

Chayton recoiled and pulled LaShawn on his knees. “Last time I promised that I’d made you cum so hard that your cock would stay limp for a week” – the guy said with a seductive tone – “and a Sioux never breaks a promise…”

He pushed his buddy’s knees wide apart and positioned himself behind him; he held his waist with an arm and shoved his cock all the way into the well-lubricated hole. His cock became a piledriver that at each thrust reached deeper into LaShawn, with such a force that made the black boy gasp for air. With the other hand, Chayton reached to the long black cock and started wanking it in earnest.

“I want to see you cum like never before…” – he growled into his friend’s ear – “I want to feel your ass muscles squeeze my meat… And then I’ll flood your ass with so much man juice that…”

“AAAAGGHHHH!!” – LaShawn screamed, overwhelmed by Chayton’s dirty talking, the scorching rod invading his innermost depths and the strong hand working masterfully his cock knob. He reclined over Chayton, feeling totally owned by his powerful lover, and enjoyed the massive ejaculation that was sweeping his body like a tidal wave. His cock pumped countless jets of white jizz, while Chayton kept plowing his quivering ass with relentless vigor and his hand still flied on his black meat.

“Oh god… oh god…” – the boy whined, totally lost in a mind-blowing orgasm that seemed not to ever end. When, at long last, his pelvic contractions finally trailed off, he felt Chayton’s hand let go of his cock… but the pistoning in his ass had not stopped!

“As you said, there’s more where it came from…” – Chayton growled, pushing his buddy’s back forward. LaShawn braced himself on the headboard, and despite the sensibility he was feeling after the massive orgasm, he offered himself, in the most vulnerable position, to his lover’s fierce onslaught.

“Here it comes… owww…  YEAAAH!!” – Chayton finally screamed, and, true to his word, literally flooded his buddy’s ass with gallons of man juice. When LaShawn felt his lover slow down and eventually stop, he turned around and crashed on the mattress; he stood still for a while, admiring his handsome, exotic friend standing on his knees in the middle of the bed, heaving for the exertion; his cock, still dripping sperm, was slowly going limp between his muscular legs and his tanned body glistened with sweat. There was a special light in his eyes, an unspoken self-satisfaction and a confidence that boosted his overall manliness.

“You’re so sexy…” – LaShawn murmured, looking at him with dreamy eyes – “You’re so hot that I feel… I feel…”

Chayton lowered his gaze and his eyes widened, seeing LaShawn manhood coming again to life. He looked at the boy and said: “You’re really a little black devil, you know? I thought I had drained you, but you…”

“I can’t help it…” – LaShawn replied with a timid smile – “And it’s your fault, anyway! You can’t go around flaunting that manly body of yours…” – he joked, but soon he added, with a lower voice: “…and flashing around those beautiful eyes…”

By now his cock had rose to full mast and was swelling high between his legs. Chayton looked at it and said with loving voice, tinted with a hint of embarrass: “I’m totally spent, I swear I have not a single drop of juice left… But since it’s my fault, it’s up to me to fix it…”

He lay on his belly between his buddy’s legs, smiled at him, and his mouth made love to the long black cock for a long time…

~ Awakenings ~

Kale woke up feeling two warm, protective arms around him, and smiled. He turned around and his eyes met Wahkan’s, and saw a cautious uneasiness in them. The Sioux recoiled and quickly grabbed his loincloth, starting to lace it up, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t tie the knots of the strings around his waist.

He felt two gentle hands over his, and a warm voice saying: “Your secret is safe…”

“What you mean?” – he replied, turning to Kale, who smiled with affection: “Tonight you’ve given me a great gift, you lowered all your protective barriers and let me see you in your intimacy. You unveiled yourself under my eyes, letting me see your true self, your passions and your weakness. I won’t throw away such a precious gift revealing something you’re so reserved about”.

An almost childish smile spread on Wahkan’s face, and he sat on the bedside next to Kale, letting him tie the loincloth around his waist. “But since this moment won’t happen again anytime soon…” – Kale added, looking straight at the ageless man – “…let me do this one last time…”.  And then he gave him a long, passionate kiss. Wahkan, at first, was uncertain, used as he was to always hide his intimate feelings; but he was won by Kale’s sincere affection and reciprocated his kiss with great passion.

When their lips parted, Kale said: “OK, now you’re ready to face the world. And don’t worry about anything, because no one would ever break the Golden Rule!”.  Wahkan gave him a puzzled glance, waiting for the pearl of wisdom that Kale was surely about to share with him.

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, of course. What else?” – Kale exclaimed, and both men laughed merrily, waving each other goodbye.

In that moment, Chayton stirred in the bed and saw LaShawn sleeping with the head on his chest and an arm around his waist. Looking at the black boy, he felt something moving inside, something that he couldn’t get a grip on.

But when LaShawn, with a deep breath, woke up and turned to him, he could clearly read in his eyes what confusedly stirred in his own heart: “I love you…” – Chayton whispered, astonished to hear those words coming from his own lips; but his fears were soon dispelled by the dazzling smile that spread on LaShawn’s face and by the sweetest words he could ever dream to hear from him: “I love you too…”

LaShawn placed again his head on Chayton’s chest and neither of them said anything else… because nothing had to be said.

In the adjacent suite, Alex, too, was lying awake in his bed, but his mood was way different than Chayton’s and LaShawn’s. He felt nervous and irritated. He couldn’t stop thinking to the phone call that Berry had made last night to Doc Jade.

‘Tonight I really need you… I feel so horny!’, he had said at the phone, and Alex wondered why the rugged worked didn’t look for him to relieve his tension, as he often did. Truth to be told, he himself felt a great tension in his groin, that morning, and the idea to relieve it with Barry tickled him.

«OK, whatever is happening between Barry and Jade» – Alex thought, jumping off the bed with a renewed spring – «is none of my business. But if a friend needs a… helping hand, I can’t back out of it!»

~ Doc Jade ~

He put on a clean pair of briefs and went to Barry’s room; as usual, he entered without knocking, saying his signature “Are you decent? Hope not!”; but when he was inside, he stopped.  Barry was sitting near the window, completely naked and sporting a huge hard-on. “You’re definitely indecent, for once… Lucky me!” – Alex joked, but Barry didn’t laugh with him.

The guard got closer and said seductively: “May I… uhm… lend a hand? Or any other part of my body?”.  “I’m fine” – was the terse reply. Alex didn’t give up and placed a hand on Barry’s hairy chest, moving it slowly down, towards the desperately swelling cock. Berry abruptly recoiled and stood up: “I said I’m fine!” – he said angrily.

Alex was sincerely trying not to give too a great importance to Barry’s inappropriate relationship with Doc Jade, but the harsh reply made him snap: “Fuck you, man! Are you saving yourself for your handsome doctor? Well, I wish you two lovebirds all the best!”.  He turned around, furious, and went away, slamming the door behind him.

He went down to the dining room to have breakfast; Kale and Beau were already sitting at the dining table, chatting happily, but their voices trailed off when they saw Alex, in his underwear, entering the room visibly angry.

“Hey, buddy! What’s up?” – Beau asked, and Alex tried to evade the question, as he didn’t want to look like he was snitching on Barry and Jade. “Oh… nothing really… I just got out of bed on the wrong side…”

He sat at the table, grabbed a large portion of scrambled eggs and started munching on them. Kale, who was sitting next to him, extended a hand under the table and placed it on his naked leg. The intimate, affectionate gesture made Alex smile: “Damn, I cannot keep a single secret with you, can I? But the secret is not about me” – Alex added – “It’s about Barry, and I really don’t feel I should talk about that…”

“Does this secret involve the Cove someway?” – Beau asked, and when Alex lowered his eyes, he said: “In this case, I definitely think you should tell us”.

“OK, OK! Damn, I hate doing this! Fact is, I think Barry has… uhm… an involvement with someone outside the Cove. Doctor Jade, the one who cured Rowan and Jorell. Barry seems very… intimate with him. And few moments ago, though he was horny as hell, he practically shooed me from his room. I think he’s going to meet him later in the morning”.

Kale was about to reply, but when he raised his gaze he saw Barry in the archway, looking at them all with a deep frown between his eyebrows, as he had overheard Alex’ words. He got closer to the table, and they could clearly spot a huge erection in his pants; he had positioned his cock sideways, so to be able, at least, to put on his jeans.

He stood in front of them and silently took his phone from his back pocket, dialed a number and said: “Hey doc, it’s me… No, I can’t come over, I need you here. Please. This thing can’t wait any more, we have to talk about that with the entire Cove. They have the right to know what’s going on. In two hours? OK. Thanks doc.”

He shut the phone, put it back in his pocket, then turned around without a word and went away.

Beau, Alex and Kale exchanged puzzled glances. What was going Barry to tell to the Cove that afternoon? About his relationship with Jade? And why Jade had to be there? Was Barry going to leave the Cove to go live with Jade?

The mere idea that Barry could leave the Cove made Kale utter a chocked whine of desperation, and he was about to panic, when he felt Alex friendly hand gently squeezing his leg.

“Stop thinking whatever you’re thinking, man” – he said to the counselor with an affectionate smile – “We just have to wait till this afternoon, and we’ll know what’s going on. Hold on, it’s just for a couple hours…”

Yes, they were just a couple hours, but to Kale they seemed an eternity…

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 9, ~ Ancient wisdom ~
[2] See Chapter 34, ~ Brain damage ~
[3] See Chapter 37, ~ A suspicious phone call ~ 
[4] See Chapter 40, ~ Restrained lust ~

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