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’s 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. 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. A disease threatens the Cove, forcing Doctor Jade to declare a general quarantine. Alone in his room, Rowan, who already learned to love himself, now learns another lesson: how to make love to himself. The next morning, the quarantine is finally over, and Doc Jade is thanked with an amazing "one vs. all" eleven-some orgy, where the handsome doc also gets his cherry popped.

Synopsys

Kale helps Rowan to analyze and re-evaluate his past experiences. The renovation of Rice-Duncan mansion is almost over and Beau extends to everyone an invitation for a grand ball. Fixing the last things at the mansion, Rowan and Jorell live an intense, dramatic and highly sexual moment. 

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~ Cast of Characters with SFW images
~ The Cove – Floor Plan
~ Book 01 (Chapters 1-10) with bookmarks and PictureBook01 with NSFW images
~ Book 02 (Chapter 11-20) with bookmarks and PictureBook02 with NSFW images
~ Book 03 (Chapter 21-30) with bookmarks and PictureBook03 with NSFW images
~ Book 04 (Chapter 31-40) with bookmarks and PictureBook04 with NSFW images
~ Book 05 (Chapter 41-47) with bookmarks and PictureBook05 with NSFW images

≈ HUNTED BY THE PAST ≈

~ Shameful memories ~

Kale was totally satisfied, physically and mentally. Riding Doc Jade’s big cock and feeling his juice fill his insides was extremely exciting, and apparently everyone in the Cove enjoyed the hot sex session as much as him. His eyes wandered around the room, fixating on Beau and Jade engaged in an intense conversation («It’s not every day you lose your anal virginity…» – the Hawaiian chuckled inwardly), while the boys where sharing excited comments about what had just happened.

Every guy at the Cove was happy and satisfied. Every guy… but one. Through the open door, Kale spotted Rowan, leaning on the wall opposite the door, and noticed he had his head bowed down and his check streaked with tears.

Kale quickly put on his underwear and rushed out, getting closer to the guy. “Do you feel to talk about that?” – he gently asked. Rowan rose his head and smiled timidly, wiping away the tears: “I would… if I knew what to tell you… I’m so confused…”

They moved to Rowan’s room and set comfortably on the sofa. “You could start telling me what made you cry” – Kale began – “and then we’ll try and understand why you felt like that”.

“I don’t know…” – Rowan replied – “I was looking at you all having fun with the doc, and when Beau penetrated him, I saw Jade bucking, as if he wanted to stop it all and go away and… I started crying”.

“It happened to you, too, didn’t it?” – Kale inquired – “I remember that on the night we spent on the beach [1] you told me your stepfather sometimes… was not alone”.

Rowan nodded, unable to reply, as his eyes welled again with tears. The counselor pulled him into his arms and held him tight, whispering with soothing voice: “That was the past, a past that is gone forever. You’re safe now, you’re at the Cove with us…”

The guy recoiled, sniffing, and his eyes fixated into the void. “One day my stepfather came home drunk, with four fellow workers as drunk as him. When they came near my bed and Daddy started undressing, I pleaded ‘No Daddy, don’t make me do this… I beg you, not this!’, and I tried to run away, but my stepfather quickly tied my hands to the headboard and abruptly ripped away my briefs, leaving me naked on the bed”.

~ Gang-rape… sort of ~

“All the men got naked, one by one” – Rowan continued, still gazing in the void – “and they all were quite muscular, some were hairy, some almost hairless, but all of them had powerful biceps, ripped abdomens and quite big manhood. One in particular, had not a very long cock, but its girth was impressive. And their buns were so firm and prominent…!”

Kale listened to Rowan’s tale and thought that the guy had recalled from his memory details that usually an abused guy tends to forget, or even remove. And his tone, while recounting the scene, was… streaked with an unspoken admiration, or even lust…

“They all climbed on the bed, and my Daddy took his usual position, holding my legs up and apart, ready to spear my ass; but he waited. His buddies were all over me, and… I don’t know… they used my body almost like you did with Jade. They didn’t abuse me… Yes, one shoved his cock in my mouth and forced me to gulp down his jizz, and I had to jack off several cocks… I couldn’t really see who was doing what… But all in all they played with me, rolling my nipples, caressing my body and even stimulating my cock with their hands and mouths”.

“I was disgusted by their alcoholic breath and the rancid smell of their sweaty bodies, but… what they were doing to me was… it was… so exciting!” – Rowan blurted out, blushing for the shame – “They brought me over and over on the verge of the orgasm, but they always denied me the pleasure I craved for.”

And then, probably following Daddy’s silent directions, something changed: the man with the very thick cock sat on my face, forcing me to lick his anus, and the others began teasing my entire body, my nipples, my abs, my belly button, my balls… I couldn’t see a thing, but I could feel a million fingers titillating me everywhere… except my cock”.

“I was almost whining for the need to cum, but they viciously kept me there, at an inch from my climax, until I started to tremble for the unbearable sexual tension. Then, in less than a second, they abruptly stopped touching me and held me still, pinning me down on the bed, and I heard Daddy say ‘This time you will cum for me!’”

“Abruptly, he shoved his entire cock into my unprepared ass, all the way to the hilt; I felt a shattering pain, but my scream was muffled by the muscular ass firmly planted on my face. I felt Daddy’s cock break into me savagely, and the very moment it crashed on my prostate, I bucked hard and my orgasm exploded like never before.”

“I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see, I could barely breathe; all I felt was my cock spurting endless streams of cum and Daddy’s cock pounding me mercilessly, until he grunted hard and flooded my ravaged ass with his seed”.

Rowan paused, with his eyes at the floor; then he turned to Kale and looked shyly at him, making an effort not to start crying again: “Do you understand, now?”

“Yes, I think so” – the counselor replied – “but you have to tell me; you have to put it in words… Focus on what you felt back then and what you feel now, and tell me.”

“I… I liked it, Kale. I enjoyed it! I enjoyed being abused by those strangers and being hurt by my stepfather!” – Rowan stifled a sob and looked down at his own crotch, where his hard cock was straining for release into his tight pants – “I mean, look at that! Just thinking about it made me more aroused than ever! My dick is so hard it hurts… and it was the same when I was looking at Jade, earlier. I need to cum so bad, Kale! But I don’t want to! I don’t want to!!”

~ Re-evaluating the past ~

This time the guy couldn’t hold any more his sobs, and Kale held his face with tender hands. “Now listen to me, Rowan… I know it may sound almost absurd, but trust me. You need to re-evaluate your past experiences: even the worst events can teach us something useful and can have a positive outcome.”

“Re-evaluate what Daddy did to me?” – the guy asked, startled. “Yes” – Kale replied with soothing voice – “I’m not saying you have to forgive your stepfather or be happy to have been abused; but still what happened to you has showed you your way. Though in the worst way, your Daddy let you discover and accept your inclination to man love: and believe me, this is a step that sometimes is very difficult to take, and someone never does.”

“And your daily fights with your stepfather gave you a great control over your sexuality, your orgasms and your pleasure: you’re the one who calls the shots, now, not the other way round! When we first met, I thought you were a fragile guy, but you have proved me wrong many times, including that day in my room, when we had that bondage session [2].”

“And then you talked to me about your doubts, when you felt you didn’t have a special inclination, a natural role in your sexual life [3]; in the end you’ve found your way, and you’ve realized that giving pleasure to a man is for you more exciting than taking pleasure from him. Can’t you see that, after all, that sort of gang-rape you just told me about taught you the same thing? Your most shattering orgasm, back then, happened when you felt totally owned by those men, almost a toy for them to play with!”

Rowan’s cock twitched visibly in his pants and he stifled a moan of desire. “As you can see, your past experiences, terrible as they were, somehow let you discover yourself, your sexuality and your inclinations. And gave you a great inner strength and a steely determination. But still there’s a problem to solve…” – Kale said with a seductive smile, lowering his hand on Rowan’s hard cock trapped into his pants – “…but the solution in this case is very easy…”

~ An easy solution ~

With expert hands, Kale unbuttoned Rowan’s pants and pulled them down to his knees, along with his (always fresh clean) boxers. The guy tried to say something, but the counselor had already pressed the tip of his tongue on the enflamed cock and was sensually circling the sensitive glans.

“Mmmmhh…” – Rowan moaned, taken aback by Kale’s sudden move and the jolts of pleasure that made him shiver. If there was one at the Cove who could compete with Charlie, that was Kale: he didn’t just suck a cock, he serviced it with passion and reverence, he made love to it in the sweetest way.

The Hawaiian worked hard the rigid rod, bobbing his head up and down in earnest. At one point he felt a light touch on the back of his head, and realized that Rowan, lost in his pleasure, was instinctively trying to use his hand to push Kale’s head down to his pubes, but he didn’t dare to.

“Come on, stud, do it… Take control of me” – the counselor said with a hoarse voice – “You know exactly the pleasure I’m feeling servicing you and your hard cock. Own me!”

Rowan didn’t need to be told twice, and pressed hard Kale’s head down his throbbing cock, tilting his hips up, so to reach the innermost recesses of the man’s throat. Over and over, he shoved hard his engorged member into the hot wet mouth, until his moans became rugged. “I’m almost there… aaahh… I’m so close…”

Kale quickly climbed down the sofa and knelt on the floor, between the guy’s spread legs, so to suck him hard while looking deep into his eyes, hoping that the guy would open his soul to him once more, like he did that first night on the beach.

“Aaahh… Yes… Yes…” – Rowan moaned loud, holding Kale’s head with both hands and pulling him hard onto his cock that was about to explode – “Thank you, Kale... This is for you... For... Ugghhh!”

Kale felt the stiff cock becoming even stiffer, and a hot shot of seed hit the back of his throat; but he barely noticed it, as Rowan’s eyes, once more, had opened the doors to his deepest intimacy, and the spectacle was mesmerizing. The almost black eyes sparkled for the shattering pleasure, and exuded a sheer affection for Kale, as well as a self-confidence and a serene acceptance of himself that Kale had never spotted before.

How much had the guy grown up since their first love-making on the sand, on the night they met! [4] Back then, the black veils of his traumas almost obscured the brightness of his spirit; but now Kale realized that Rowan had run a long stretch of road in his journey to manhood.

Slowly, the contractions in Rowan’s pelvis subsided and the guy reclined on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes, entering for few moments in his private world, where nothing could touch him.

When he came to, a couple minutes later, Kale was still knelt between his legs and was carefully cleaning his cock, smiling at him: “Someone told me that the first duty of a man is to keep his cock clean and dry… or something like that!” – the counselor joked, remembering the unusual “rule” that Rowan had taught to Charlie and Brennan, and they related to him.

“Obligation…” – Rowan replied, smiling with affection – “The first obligation of a gentleman to his manhood is… what you said! I know, it sounds weird, but I think it’s important for a man take great care of himself. I can’t even think to stuff my cock into my underwear while it’s still dripping saliva and sperm…”

Kale looked at the guy like he was a wonder boy: “I really don’t know how you could live for years on the street, and always be so attentive to hygiene, take care of your hair, manicure your nails…”

“You won’t believe how many doors a clean look opens” – Rowan replied with a smile, standing up and buttoning up his pants. He looked straight at Kales eyes and said: “I don’t know how I could ever thank you for all you do for me…”

“Then don’t do it” – Kale replied with a wink – “This is the Cove, remember?”

In that moment the doorbell rang. “Oh, let’s go back upstairs!” – Kale exclaimed happily – “It’s lunchtime, yummy!”

~ ‘One of us?’ ~

The lunch was a festive affaire. As soon as the gourmet food ordered by Rick had been delivered, the entire Cove, along with Doc Jade, flocked to the dining room. Rick tried hard to present the food properly, but the boisterous company wolfed down everything, sharing serving plates across the table, uncaring of what was an appetizer, the main course or the dessert.

Jade was silently watching with pensive eyes the joyful brigade joking, bantering and even flirting to each other. “You’re quiet…” – Kale said to the doctor, who was sitting next to him – “Didn’t you enjoy our… uhm… thank you, upstairs?”

“Man, don’t even think it” – the Jade replied – “I wasn’t joking when I said to Beau that he changed my life. You all did. And now, looking at you, sitting at this table…”.

Doc Jade frowned and lowered his eyes and Kale hastened to say: “I realize that we don’t know anything of you and your life… Maybe we’ve been too over-the-top with you? Or maybe you have a partner, or…”

“No, Kale, don’t worry” – Doc Jade replied – “I don’t have a partner and you’ve not done anything bad. You know, I’ve always felt lucky: I could study, become a doctor, I earn well, I have a beautiful house of my own. I’m quite good-looking, if I may say myself, and I’ve always accepted my sexual inclinations without any problem. I have a wonderful life, no one could deny it…”

The man turned to Kale and gave him an intense gaze streaked with an unspoken sorrow: “But now, after what happened upstairs and looking at you around this table I… realize that I have nothing. My beautiful house is empty, at work they value and respect me, but then, when the shift’s over, they go back to their families and friends. My lovers often don’t even spend the night at my place, or if they do, they sneak out early in the morning…”

There was a burst of hilarity from the opposite side of the table and Brennan said: “Doctor Jade, sir, don’t you think, too, that I could become a good doctor?”

“Indeed!” – Jade replied with a dazzling smile – “I admired your concentration while taking the… ehm… samples, and your determination in doing your job despite the… turmoil you were feeling. You’d be a great doctor!”. There was a warm sparkle of affection in Jade’s eyes, when talking to the boys, and its intensity didn’t go unnoticed by Kale, nor by Beau, who was sitting next to the counselor.

Beau touched Kale on his shoulder, and when the Hawaiian turned to him the blond boss briefly nodded toward Jade and silently questioned his friend: «Don’t you think that he, maybe…?». But Kale briefly lowered his eyes and, with a hint of sadness, shook his head, giving his silent reply: «He’s not one of us…».

Beau sighed, as he would have gladly offered to Jade to join the Cove. But Kale was right: he was not one of them. Everyone at the Cove had a troubled past, and they all found in the Cove a safe place where to rebuild his life. There was a delicate balance at the Cove, a balance that relied on mutual help in healing the wounds that everyone bore inside. And Jade, though handsome and funny, didn’t actually fit them. «What a pity, though…» – Beau thought, and said to Jade: “Doc, you’re a wonderful person, and I hope to see you around as often as possible. You’ll be always welcome here at the Cove, day… or night”.

Kale admired Beau for how he had masterfully managed the situation: though Jade was not a member of the Cove, by inviting him to come “day or night” Beau was implying that the “no sex outside the Cove” rule didn’t apply to the handsome doctor. The counselor looked at the men around the table, and from their wide (and sometimes lustful) smile he knew that everyone had grasped the real meaning of Beau’s message.

~ A formal invitation ~

“OK gentlemen!” – Beau said aloud, after taking a deep breath – “Summer is almost over and I’d like to know how the renovation of Rice-Duncan Mansion proceeds. Rowan?”

“Oh, it’s almost over, sir!” – the guy promptly replied – “Thanks to Barry’s… uhm… pressure on the work teams, the house is completed; the furniture is being restored and the garden landscaping is almost done. I’ve asked Jorell to give directions to the gardeners, if you don’t mind, sir, as he already knows well the area. And I had them plant some oaks, sir…” – Rowan concluded, with a timid smile – “Twelve” [5].

“The kitchen and the pantry are ready and already furnished with everything needed” – Rick added – “The house can easily host a seated dinner for twenty-four, or the double for a standing dinner. But of course the kitchen can feed any number of guests, provided there’s enough personnel working in the kitchen and attending the guests”.

“Talking of which, sir” – Brennan intervened – “I’ve already contacted several employment agencies in Los Angeles with experience with in-house staff. They’re sending me a list of referenced butlers, housekeepers, cooks, waiters and maids. But, unbelievable as it seems, sir, none of them had valets available!” – he concluded with a hilarious indignant expression – “According to them, nowadays there’s no demand for valets! Would you believe that, sir?”

“C’est incroyable!” – Beau exclaimed, perfectly faking a shocked expression – “Well, we must do without them, then. Luckily, at the moment we’ll have no overnight guests. In case of emergency, the butler can act for a valet, anyway, don’t you think so?”

“In case of emergency…” – Brennan replied, and his piqued smirk faded into a smile of complicity.

Rowan intervened: “The house will be ready for the grand opening by the first week of September, sir”.

“Bien!” – Beau exclaimed, happily; he stood tall and looked around, having everyone’s voice trail off as usual. “Gentlemen, you all, including Doc Jade of course, are cordially invited to attend the Grand Ball to be held at Maison de la Motte on the equinox of Autumn. Black tie.”

Barry started fidgeting on the chair and leaned to Stewart: “I don’t have a black tie… Do you think it’s a problem?”

“I’m afraid the problem is bigger than that” – the airman replied – “ ‘Black tie’ means an evening attire, or, in my case, the gala uniform…”

“Fuck!” – Barry hissed through his teeth, but loud enough to make everyone turn at him. The worker hid his embarrass behind his usual assertive attitude: “You’ve heard the boss, troops! Everything must be ready in three weeks and there’s still a lot of work to do. In the afternoon, we all will go to the house for an inspection and to give the last directions to the work teams.”

~ Black mood ~

One hour later, Barry was driving his truck towards Rice-Duncan Mansion; next to him there was Brennan, who looked anxiously at the apparently angry worker. «A ball!» – Barry was thinking, with a deep frown between his eyebrows – «A fuckin’ ball! Are we high-school students? I’m not going to wear a tie!»

Barry was mad at the thought of having to wear a formal suit… but of course the dress code was not the real problem. He was a man of action, a rude and rowdy worker, and the whole idea of attending a formal ball made him feel totally out of his depths. He tried to picture himself in an elegant room, wearing an evening outfit… and he knew for sure that everyone would have laughed at him, pointing out how unaccomplished and uneducated he was!

He entered the gate and halted his truck outside the grandiose mansion. «Fuck the house, fuck the ball and fuck Beau!» – he thought angrily, slamming the truck door.

In few minutes, Stewart parked his car next to Barry’s truck and got off with Rowan, Jorell and Doc Jade, who always wanted to visit that old, charming house. They immediately heard Barry barking orders inside the house and wisely left him alone.

Jorell went to inspect the gardens, Stewart started checking the fences, Brennan went to the kitchen and Rowan climbed upstairs to check the bedrooms.

Rowan felt always happy when visiting that old house: he could really feel its vibes, and appreciated the elegant wooden floors, now restored to their pristine beauty, the charming wallpapers that he had carefully chosen for each room, and the tall windows overlooking the ample garden.

All the rooms were still empty, as the furniture was still to be delivered. Only one room on the second floor was furnished: the small room at the end of the corridor that once was Beau’s bedroom. Rowan entered and lay on the small bed.

~ The small bedroom awaits ~

The guy wondered why, despite Beau’s request to clean it up, he’d decided to keep that room intact. He felt that there was something unfinished, regarding that room; the very bed where he was lying still had to play a role for someone.

His mind went to the dramatic night when, in that very room, Beau revealed to him the secrets he’d held in his heart for many long years, his tender love for Jordan and the pain of witnessing his young lover being mercifully deflowered by Jorell, or Joe, as they called him back then [6].

Beau had described how exceptionally endowed was Joe, and Rowan had to agree, now that he himself had a chance to take a look at Jorell’s monster cock [7], that it was astonishing indeed…

Rowan’s mind went back to the recent conversation he had with Kale, when he acknowledged his inclination to give pleasure to men. Indeed, thanks to Kale’s advice, he had realized that for him giving pleasure to a man, seeing him writhing, lost in an excruciating climax, was even more delightful than feeling pleasure himself. He really wanted to master that art, like Kale, and wanted to be ready to give to his man whatever he wanted, the way he wanted, and as much as he wanted!

But he felt inadequate… Giving pleasure to boys like Rick or Chayton was easy; with Beau was definitely harder, as he was much more well-endowed and demanding. But what if he wanted to surrender to a fiercer man? To a bigger cock? A cock, for example… as thick as a beer can? (Here, he refused to acknowledge he had fleetingly thought to Barry).

He was not trained enough to do that. He had to practice, so to be ready for… anything (again, he shooed from his mind the enticing and frightful image of Barry giving him one of his notorious fucks…). Maybe he could ask to Kale to lend him some of his dildos… But he was not much into toys… A real cock would’ve been much better… a very big, thick and long cock…

“Hey Rowan, I was looking for you!” – Jorell said from the door, looking at the guy lying on the bed, and an uneasy expression appeared on his face. Rowan was lying on his back, with his arms resting up at the sides of his face, one leg on the floor and the other one, bent at the knee, planted on the mattress.

That was the very position that Joe forced Jordan in, a moment before spearing his ass with his humongous cock.

“Wh… What are you doing here?”– Jorell asked, nervous. “Nothing. Just thinking” – the guy replied, pensive, giving an intense glance at the tall black man, and then lowering his gaze to the man’s huge bulge.

“Would you please fuck me, Jorell?” – Rowan said, with the same tone he would have used to ask “Would you please pass me the salt?”

“What??” – the man exclaimed dumbstruck, put off-balance from the unexpected request and for the guy’s matter-of-fact tone – “I… I… Man, I realize that at the Cove everyone is very easy going about sex, but this is really out of the blue…”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry I didn’t explain better what I meant” – Rowan replied – “I understand that it’s a strange request, and I know there’s no… emotional involvement between us, but I need someone to… train me to take a huge cock like yours.”

“Besides” – Rowan added, suddenly looking around with wide eyes, adding to Jorell’s astonishment – “I think I’ve finally understood why I decided to keep this room as is…”

“Wh… What you mean?” – the black man asked. Rowan got off the bed and stood next to Jorell, looking the now empty bed. “I’ve already lain down there, once, offering  myself to Beau; but in that moment I was not Rowan, I was Jordan, and Beau was a young Joe, ready to do… what he had to do [8]”.

Jorell looked at the bed, and his heart started beating faster, reliving once more the scene that had obsessed him for years.

“But it didn’t work” – Rowan continued – “It was not the right moment… and maybe Beau was not the right man. We wanted to heal a bleeding wound, but we couldn’t. This room was waiting for someone else… and it’s still waiting. All this time it’s been waiting for you, Joe. You have the chance to change the past, heal the wound that is still torturing your heart.”

“Fuck me, Joe!” – the guy concluded with passion – “Teach me how to make love to your cock! Show me… show to Jordan that you mighty cock can give an unbearable pleasure, instead that an unbearable pain!”

Rowan moved back to the bed, stripped naked and lay down, assuming the same position he had before, while Jorell stared at him with a bewildered gaze.

~ Training ~

After few moments, the black man got closer and looked down at the guy. “You don’t know what you’re asking for…” – he said in a grave tone, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down, along with the underwear. His hands moved down, lowering the pants and revealing inch by inch the black snake hidden underneath; Rowan’s seductive pose had made his cock half-hard, and he had to lower his pants past his knees to completely reveal his black beast.

“We’re talking about this, kid!” – Jorell said, and his addressing Rowan as ‘kid’ emphasized his sudden change of attitude – “Are you sure you are ready for this, kid?!”

“No, sir, I’m not” – Rowan replied meekly, instinctively adopting the ‘sir’; he gulped hard, scanning with anxious eyes the thirteen plus inches of menacing black meat dangling between the man’s legs – “But I hope you can teach me, sir… All I want is to service you, sir, give you the greatest pleasure I’m capable of… but I need to learn how to do that”.

Jorell moved closer, placed a foot on the bed, making his huge member swing at an inch from the guy’s face. “I have no lube” – he said in a sharp tone, and there was no doubt about what he was expecting from the guy.

Rowan looked up at the humongous cock, and then further up at the man’s eyes, and gave him an intense glance: “Thank you, sir” – he breathed, and his lips parted to welcome the thick rod.

He bathed the wide glans with his saliva and rolled his tongue around the sensitive corona, applying an intermittent suction so to heighten the intensity of the stimulation; in response, he felt the long cock grow even longer and thicker, but it didn’t become rock-hard like he hoped.

Fearing not to be enticing enough, he put a greater passion in licking and stimulating the swollen meat, moving his head up to get more and more of the hot meat in his mouth, and then pumping his mouth up and down in earnest.

Jorell hissed, forcing himself not to lose his load, as the oral stimulation Rowan was giving him was overwhelming. “Slow down, kid…” – he instructed – “or I won’t be able to hold back”. Rowan understood he couldn’t really expect that such a long and thick cock could become hard as steel, like a smaller cock, and relaxed, realizing that it was not his fault.

He slowed down, and concentrated on the length; he pushed his head up, until the wide glans pressed on his tight throat; Rowan was not a rookie, as to oral sex, but the size of the mushroom head was substantial. He tried to take it down his throat, but it was impossible, also due to his position, having to suck a cock hanging over his head from above.

In order to ease the guy’s job, the man lowered one knee on the bed, while keeping the other foot on the floor, allowing Rowan to sit on the mattress and have a much better access to the man’s cock. He started again sucking the black rod with renewed energy, and pushed hard on it until his throat muscles gave way to the thick meat.

“Now relax for a moment, kid. Stop pushing and breath from your nose” – Jorell instructed – “You don’t have to go any further, if you don’t feel to…”

Rowan stopped, as suggested, and took his breath; but soon he started pushing again, slowly taking more and more inches of the apparently endless cock into his throat. “Take it easy, kid” – the man warned, concerned – “This is not a cock you can gulp down all at once”.

The guy paused again and looked at the dark pubes in front of his eyes: they seemed so close, and he wanted so hard to bury his nose into them! He ignored the tears flowing profusely from his eyes and with great determination he pushed his head forward, taking the last few inches of meat into his mouth, until his nose was fully pressed onto the man’s pelvis. He repressed a gag and breathed hard, and then started recoiling, tightly pursing his lips on the hard shaft, so to leave on the black skin an even coating of saliva.

Before letting the glans go, he swirled again his tongue around it, eliciting another hiss of pleasure from Jorell.

“Good boy” – the man said, and though the phrase could sound authoritarian, it exuded a great respect for the guy – “I didn’t think you could go that far. But the next step won’t be that easy… Are you sure you really want it?”

Rowan nodded, drying the tears and the saliva from his face: “Please, sir” – he said in a low voice, trying to sound confident, but a little tremor of his voice revealed his anxiety – “Help me learning how to give you pleasure”

“I will, but here’s the first lesson: you can’t really give pleasure to a man if you don’t feel pleasure yourself” – Jorell replied, pointing his gaze to the guy’s limp cock – “I admired your determination, but don’t do it again...”

“I won’t” – Rowan replied with an urchin grin, and assumed again his initial position, lying on his back, with his arms trussed up and his leg spread.

~ A hard test for Rowan… and Jorell ~

Kneeling on the bed, between Rowan’s legs, Jorell faltered, overcome by the memory of what happened on that very bed many years before; but when Rowan grabbed his own cock, slowly making it hard while looking at him with eyes full of lustful expectations, Jorell relaxed and eased his hips forward.

Covered with spit as it was, the mushroom head easily forced open the guy’s anal ring; one inch of hard black meat, then two, and then several more slowly invaded Rowan’s man hole. The man was extremely careful and tender, and his heart beat faster when he heard the guy moan softly and saw him close his eyes, his hand still massaging the hard cock.

The black snake started pumping in and out the tender hole, every time reaching the inner sphincter, but never daring to go any further. Rowan enjoyed every moment of the delightful fuck and every inch of the hot hard meat filling his insides.

Jorell moaned for the pleasure and pushed his cock inside, as much as he could, until it was firmly pushing on the guy’s inner portal. He clearly wanted to break in, but was hesitating, in fear of hurting the guy.

Rowan rose his eyes to the man and gave him a glance full of desire and determination; he had one leg wrapped around the man’s waist and used it to push his hips further down, and kept pushing harder and harder until the wide glans broke open the inner sphincter and intruded into Rowan’s most intimate recesses.

“Oww… yes! Yes!” – the guy screamed, shaken by the powerful mix of pain and pleasure – “Fuck me, sir! Fuck me hard! Please, sir, give me it all!”

Jorell would have gladly obliged: how dearly he longed to give someone a furious fuck, shoving every damn black inch of his cock into a tight ass like Rowan’s! But he restrained himself and said in a hoarse voice: “You’re not done, yet, kid… If you want me to go all the way, then greet your teeth, because the worse is yet to come!”

And with that, he pushed another couple inches into the tight hole, making Rowan wince for a sudden pang of pain. The long snake was reaching places inside him never touched before, and stretching them to their limit; but he glanced at Jorell and saw in his eyes the exquisite pleasure his ass was giving him, and that made the pain vanish.

Just looking at the man writhing with pleasure was enough for Rowan to dangerously go close to the boiling point, and he let go of his own cock: he didn’t need to jack off, all he needed was to watch Jorell gasp and moan for the exquisite sensations. The dull pain he felt whenever the long cock reached his innermost portals – portals that had never opened for anyone so far – was totally irrelevant, compared with the pleasure his ravaged ass was giving to the man.

“Don’t restrain yourself, sir! I can take it!” – Rowan yelled, lost in a swirl of  excruciating sensations – “Fill me completely, sir! Oww… I’m so close… Please, let me cum!”

Jorell couldn’t resist any more and gave free rein to his lust. His cock became an oversize piledriver that ploughed with long, powerful strokes Rowan’s tender linings, breaking open one by one all his inner defenses and invading the unexplored cavities of his body.

Under the man’s eyes, reality and memories blurred and faded into each other, as Jordan’s grimace of pain blended into Rowan’s ecstatic expression, and back again.

“Cum!” – the man cried out, his eyes welling with tears – “Cum for me, Jordan, please! Forgive my unforgivable sin and cum for me!”

“Yes… YES! I’m cumming, Joe! AAAGGHH!!” – Rowan screamed, grabbing Jorell’s face and forcing him to look straight into his eyes – “This is… for you… Joe!”

For many years to come, Jorell would’ve never forgot what happened then. He saw Rowan’s cock throb hard and shot a thick rope of man juice, while his eyes became an inexplicable black swirl of ecstasy, love, respect, thankfulness and… forgiveness.

Jorell felt the guy’s powerful anal contractions mercilessly milk his cock, throwing him into the abyss of a mind-blowing climax. “Fuck! Oh, FUUUUCK!!” – the man yelled, shoving one last time his huge member all the way into Rowan’s depths, without ever losing eye contact with him.

Overwhelmed as he was by the shattering orgasm and the wondrous display of powerful emotions in Rowan’s eyes, the man couldn’t think straight: again reality and memories mixed and he didn’t know any more where he was and who was the guy under him…

But he knew for sure that Jordan was forgiving him: he could see it in those beautiful, mysterious black eyes. At long last, Jordan was forgiving him! Hot tears of relief, happiness and thankfulness welled from Jorell’s eyes, ran down his cheeks and fell on Rowan’s chest, mixing with his warm seed.

Slowly the quaking orgasms subsided, and Rowan closed his eyes, lost in his usual moment of unconsciousness; and he didn’t feel the weight of Jorell crushing on him, his might body shaken by irrepressible sobbing, nor he heard him say with broken voice: “Thank you, Jordan… Thank you… Rowan”.

~ Dangerous anger ~

When Rowan came to his senses, Jorell was lying beside him, in the small bed. The guy looked at him and used the crumpled bed sheets to tenderly dry the man’s face and thoroughly clean his cock; and then, with the same care, he cleaned up himself.

“Maybe we should make the bed and change the sheets…” – Jorell said, but Rowan stood up and looked down at him, smiling: “No, it’s not necessary. The bed, the sheets and the entire furniture of this room are going to be taken away… along with the memories these walls held for so long. This little room has been silently waiting for years, but now it’s all over: it’s time to move on”.

Jorell smiled and Rowan made a smirk of discomfort, as his ass was still extremely sore. “Well, that memory won’t vanish so quickly, I’m afraid!” – Jorell exclaimed, and both of them chuckled.

They quickly got dressed and went downstairs, where they found Doc Jade looking around with adoring eyes: “This house is wonderful! It’s so peaceful and charming!” – he said, but they were interrupted by Barry’s furious yells coming from outside.

“Well, apparently someone is not as charmed as me!” – Jade added, chuckling – “Let’s go and calm him down, before he slugs someone…”

They all went out and turned the corner of the house, where the workers were dismantling a scaffolding made of iron tubes and long wooden planks. “No, no, NO!!” – Barry was yelling to a couple workers on the higher levels of the scaffolding – “Can’t you even use a fuckin’ wrench properly?!”

Jade went closer and tried to lighten Barry’s mood: “Hey, big guy, take it easy…”.  “That’s none of your business, doc! Are you going to teach me my own job?” – was the irate reply. “Come on” – Jade insisted with a soothing tone – “I’m sure the guys up there know their job, there’s no use in getting so upset…”

The doctor tried to place a hand on Barry’s arm to calm him down, but the worker yelled: “I said mind your own fuckin’ business!”, and shoved Jade away so hard that he got off-balance and fell backward, hitting hard one of the main supports of the scaffolding.

With a loud crack, one of the heavy planks disengaged from the support and fell toward Jade. “Doc, watch out!” – Barry shouted, jumping in a flash under the scaffolding, and raising his hands to catch the heavy plank. With an extreme physical effort, he held it up, giving time to Jade to move out of the way and then he pushed the plank aside and let it heavily fall on the ground.

“Are you okay, doc?” – Barry asked to his buddy – “I’m so sorry, you were only trying to help, and I…”

“I’m OK, don’t worry, no bones broken…” – Jade replied with a smile, but immediately his smile faded to a worried smirk, when he saw Barry grimacing with pain and massaging his own wrists, and added: “…but I may be wrong. Let me check those wrists”.

With expert moves, he carefully checked the sore wrists and said: “Nothing broken, luckily, but they’re both sprained. Rowan, please, go find some bands, or any stripe of fabric, I have to bandage these wrists as soon as possible! And then” – Jade continued, looking at Barry – “you’re coming with me to the hospital. No! Not a word! You’re not going to teach me my own job, are you?”

Barry recognized the words that he had shouted to the doc earlier and felt even more guilty: “OK, OK, doc, no need to yell! But it’s an abuse!” – he replied, hiding his remorse under an upset tone, but then a lustful glare appeared in his eyes and added: “Just wait we go back home and I’ll bust you up, like you deserve!”

“Whatever you have in mind” – Jade warned – “you have to do it without using your hands: they must have complete rest for seven to ten days”.

“What?!” – the worker exclaimed – “I’ve just come out from the quarantine and now I have to stay at home for another week?? Man, your upcoming punishment is getting worse by the minute…”

“Mmmhh… Sounds like a plan to me…!” – Doc Jade laughed, making Barry smile, too.

A couple hours later, after being at the hospital, Barry and Jade went back to the Cove, where everyone looked in alarm at the two rigid casts locking both of the worker’s sprained wrists, so to prevent any accidental movement.

“How are you, buddy?” – Kale said getting closer – “Jorell told us what happened. Does it hurt?”.  “Nah, I’m fine” – Barry replied with a smile, though he couldn’t conceal a worn and fatigued expression – “I don’t really need these… things! But the doc, here, takes a great pleasure in torturing me… Damn! I can’t use my hands, I can’t even eat in these conditions! How am I supposed to do anything?”

“If I may, sir…” – Brennan said shyly – “I’m a trained valet, I could help you, with my master’s permission…”. The boy glanced at Beau, who smiled with affection: “Of course you can, kid! It’s a great idea! It’s settled: for the next week you’ll move to Barry’s spare room and will assist him. What about it, Barry? You’ve got yourself one of the most experienced and dedicated valets around!”

Barry rolled his eyes: “A valet!” – he grunted, ruefully, but soon his face distended in an affectionate smile, when he saw Brennan beaming with pride for the important role he was about to play.

Neither of them imagined that soon the valet would have been more than glad to provide services way beyond his duties…

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 4, ~ Painful revelations ~
[2] See Chapter 16, ~ A bold choice ~
[3] See Chapter 42, ~ Exploration ~
[4] See Chapter 4, ~ Hot passion ~
[5] See Chapter 37, ~ A big project ~
[6] See Chapter 22, ~ Innocent love ~ and ~ Unforgiveable sin ~
[7] See Chapter 44, ~ Men vs. Boys ~
[8] See Chapter 22, ~ Love conquers all. Or does it…? ~

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(End of Chapter 47 – Please proceed to Chapter 48)