Rowan's Journey to Manhood
by Hunknown
2 Jun 2020 875 readers Score 9.8 (24 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
A note from the author
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. Kale helps Rowan re-evaluate his past experiences, and then the guy lives an intense, dramatic and highly sexual moment with Jorell.
Synopsys
Barry, the rude worker, has both his wrists and forearms locked in a tight cast; Brennan, being a trained valet, helps him... in ways he didn't expect. Kale feels neglected, but Barry makes love to him in a surprising way. Chayton argues with Wahkan and decides to move out of the Cove and live on his own.
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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 41-48) with bookmarks and PictureBook05 with NSFW images
≈ A VALET FOR BARRY ≈
~ A difficult start ~
It had been a long day for Barry. After the accident at Rice-Duncan Mansion, when Barry had sprained both his wrists to prevent a heavy plank from hitting Doc Jade, the doctors had put both his forearms, wrists and hands into rigid plastic casts, held by tight leather straps, to prevent any movement. Unable to use his hands, he had a hard time doing anything, throughout the entire day, including eating.
Beau had insisted to let Brennan help him during the week of his convalescence, being the boy a trained valet, well used to help a gentleman in his daily activities; but the whole idea of having a valet sounded ridiculous to the rough worker, who stubbornly insisted for the entire day to do everything by himself… with great waste of energy and poor results.
After dinner, Barry felt exhausted, physically and mentally, but the more he tried to convince himself that he needed help, the angrier he felt. At one point, he jumped on his feet and growled: “There’s no point for me to hang around, I can’t do a fuckin’ thing! I’m hitting the sack”. Brennan immediately stood up saying: “I’m coming with you, sir!”, but Barry barely heard him, as he already was angrily stomping his feet on the wooden steps leading upstairs.
“Ouch!!” – Brennan whined when Barry furiously entered his own room and, with his foot, slammed the door on the boy’s face.
Immediately, the irate smirk on his face turned to a concerned expression: “Oh, I’m sorry, kid!!” – he said turning to Brennan – “I didn’t mean to hurt you! Damn, I should learn at once to keep my anger in check…”
“Don’t worry, sir” – Brennan replied with a sincere smile – “But why are you so bothered… if I may, sir?”
“Isn’t it obvious, kid?” – the worker said ruefully, showing off his bandaged and useless hands; and then he turned around and looked outside of the window. “A valet!” – he murmured under his breath – “What am I, a crippled old man? A French fop? I don’t need no fuckin’ valet!”
It was the silence, rather than a sound, to make him realize that once more he had let his anger talk too much. “Oh, no, kid, I was not talking about you!” – he said with a contrite tone, turning to the boy, who was standing in the middle of the room staring at the floor, clearly putting a great effort in concealing his sorrow. But suddenly something changed, as Brennan took a deep breath, squared off his shoulders and assumed a dignified pose.
“Sir…” – the boy said in a professional tone that even the old butler at Applecross House would have praised – “Of course you don’t need a valet, being the strong and valiant man you are… if I may be so bold. But I dare to suggest to give me a try, sir, as I might be able to give you an… unneeded help for anything you may… uhm…not need. Sir.”
Brennan was just trying to reassure Barry that he wasn’t a “crippled old man”, but the polite phrase didn’t come out the way he had planned… and Barry burst into a roaring laughter, soon followed by Brennan himself.
“Kid, you’re something else!” – the man said jovially, his anger totally dispelled by Brennan’s smiling eyes – “And I’m a grouch. You’re very kind to lend a hand, I appreciate it very much. Now wait just a moment while I take a leak, and then we’ll arrange your stay here”.
~ A really dedicated valet ~
Barry entered the small bathroom and half-closed the door; Brennan waited, wondering how the man could have taken a pee without using his hands. As expected, some nervous grunts came from the bathroom, and Brennan got closer to the door: “May I help you, sir?”. “Shit!” – was the nervous reply – “I can’t do anything with the hands blocked like this! But no, kid, I can’t ask you do this… I mean… it’s just too…”
He was interrupted by the boy opening the door and stepping in: “Let me, sir” – he said briefly, opening the man’s fly with a confident expression and taking his hefty cock out. He kept the thick cock pointed to the toiled and said: “Ready, sir”.
The boy felt the warm meat twitching in his hand, and then a dribble of urine came out; the flow quickly intensified to a steady stream and Brennan concentrated in aiming it to the center of the bowl. But it was not easy to concentrate, holding such a mighty, thick, veiny piece of meat into his hand. He could feel the strong stream of liquid rushing inside it and admired the wide cock head and felt his own dick tingle.
When the flow trailed off, Brennan gently squeezed and shook the impressive member, and then, much to Barry’s surprise, he took a piece of toilet paper and dried the piss slit. “Is it really necessary?” –asked Barry, who never had such an attentive care to his own cock. “Of course, sir” – the boy replied – “You wouldn’t want to put your cock in your pants still wet with piss, would you?”.
“Well…” – the man began, but he halted, realizing that his cock was slowly growing hard between the boy’s caring hands. “Oh, shit… I’m sorry kid… I…”
Brennan wasn’t listening to Barry, taken as he was in watching and feeling the massive cock growing thicker and harder under his palms. “Ooohh…” – he murmured, staring at the huge rod raising to full mast.
“Sorry, kid… Due to the prostate disease it’s almost ten days that I don’t… ehm…” – the man said, with an unusual streak of embarrassment in his voice; he’d always been extremely open (bordering to raunchy) about sex, but Brennan’s innocence and inexperience made him act in a more… modest way.
“Don’t worry, sir. It happens all the time” – the boy said, trying to sound professional, but again the outcome was quite hilarious. “Apparently” – Barry laughed – “wet or dry, we can’t put it back in my pants. Better take off the pants altogether!”
They moved to the bedroom and Brennan efficiently helped the man undress. “Where do you keep your sleepwear, sir?” – the boy asked, watching Barry laying on the bed, naked and with his thick cock proudly pointing to the ceiling. “You’re looking at it” – the man replied with a smile – “I sleep naked, if you don’t mind. But don’t worry, you have your own bed, in the adjoining room. I’ll be fine, don’t worry for me. Sleep well and see you tomorrow morning”.
“I’ll leave the connecting door ajar, sir. If you need anything just call” – Brennan said, heading to his room.
~ Torturous horniness ~
Barry switched off the light and closed his eyes, trying to ignore his persistent erection. He’d always been a hypersexual man, and ten days without getting any relief, had given him a torturous horniness. The prostate disease he’d contracted made his ejaculations extremely painful, to the point of needing Doc Jade to relieve the pressure in his groin with a painful prostate massage [1].
He woke up in the middle of the night and realized that his raging cock had no intention whatsoever to give up. He tried touching himself, but the rigid cast enclosing his hands prevented any possible manual stimulation…
He rose from the bed and walked to the connecting door. Inside the adjoining room, Brennan was peacefully sleeping in his bed, wearing only small white briefs. Looking at his almost naked body, the lean torso and the bubble ass packed in the tight underwear made his cock throb. The prolonged, relentless erection caused him a dull pain in his groin, and Barry uttered a low groan.
Brennan immediately opened his eyes and stared at the massive figure standing in the doorway. He stifled a gasp, glancing with desire at the enormous cock pointing at him, the big heavy balls and the extremely hairy chest. After a short while he got off the bed and went closer to Barry, and when he gently touched his cock, it felt feverishly hot.
With a visible effort, Barry stepped back, and Brennan asked with a sad tone: “Don’t you want me to… help you sir?”
“No, kid…” – the man replied, frowning – “Not this time. You’re Beau’s boy, and we both know the rules. I won’t do anything to you without your master’s consent. And we can’t wake him up in the middle of the night to ask him. And besides, I don’t know if I’m cured of my disease. I need Doc Jade to check my prostate.”
“Is it difficult, sir? I may do it, if you wish” – the boy offered. Barry thought it over for a moment and then nodded: “OK, take the lubricant from my nightstand and grease up your index and middle finger…”
The man climbed on the bed and stood on all fours. “Kneel behind me and put your fingers into my hole” – he instructed, and then hissed as Brennan, inexperienced as he was, shoved his fingers in a bit too roughly. “OK, kid, now rotate your hand and smear the lubricant on the inner walls… yes, that’s it… push them deeper… yeah… deeper… mmmhh…”
May it be for the extreme horniness he was feeling, or the hesitant tenderness of the young boy’s hand, the anal massage was for Barry much more pleasurable than the ones he lately got from Doc Jade. His big hard cock was drooling, and Brennan shill had not touched his prostate.
“OK, kid, not let’s go for gold. Keep your palm down and push your fingers in, as much as you can… owww… yesss… there! Now… be gentle kid, as my prostate may be still very sore… Arch your fingers, push them down… MMMHH! Oh, shit… OWWW SHIT!”
“Does it hurt, sir?” – Brennan asked anxiously, but Barry totally reassured him: “I’m in fuckin’ heaven, kid! I’s wonderful, what you’re doing to me… Yeah! Don’t stop, kid! Don’t stop!”
The boy intensified the massage, pushing hard his fingers into the man’s ass and rotating the hand, while his heartbeat paced up. He remembered the sweet night at Applecross House when his virgin hole was fingered for the first time by the expert Kale [2], making him squirm and squeal in delight! And now he was doing the same to that powerful, hairy man, giving him the same excruciating pleasure, and his head spun for the excitement.
~ Fi(r)st time ~
Barry’s cock was drooling like a faucet. “Shit, kid, you know how to use those fingers! Mmmhh… Come on, add a third finger, boy, let me feel it!”
Brennan did as instructed and added a third finger, slowly enlarging and loosening Barry’s hole. He went on finger-fucking the well-lubricated chute, hitting and massaging the man’s juice nut as often as he could, watching in excitement the copious pre-cum dribbling from the hefty cock.
“Add another finger, kid…” – Barry growled, keeping his eyes closed. “Four fingers? Are you sure, sir?” – the boy asked, still remembering what Kale did to him, and knowing for sure that he would’ve never been able to take four fingers in his ass…
“Don’t worry, kid” – Barry reassured him – “I can take much more than that! Go for it and dig in!”. Brennan added his little finger to the other three and looked with wide eyes at his hand disappear into the man’s hole up to the knuckles. He pushed in, rotating his hand and watching marveled the elastic anal ring adapt to the movement and rotations of his hand.
“That’s it, kid! This is fuckin’ hot!” – Barry howled, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was feeling, and the relief of knowing that he was finally cured from his disease. Brennan went on for a while massaging Barry’s ass vigorously, rejoicing the obvious pleasure he was giving to the man; and then a fleeting idea crossed his mind…
«Why not?» – the boy though, uncertain, but determined to try. He took some more lubricant and oiled his entire hand, including his thumb; then formed a cone with his fingers (like he’d seen on a porn magazine, once) and pressed them on the loosened anus. Barry gasped, instantly guessing what the boy wanted to do.
“May I?” – Brennan asked, unwilling to cause pain or discomfort to Barry, but the man turned his head and said: “Boy, when you are with a man there’s no ‘may I’ or ‘sorry’. Just do it! And if… OWW SHIT!” – he yelled when Brennan, maybe taking a bit too literally Barry’s advice, shoved his hand into the hairy ass to the wrist. He realized that he’d been a little too rough, but did not apologize: he was with a man (and what a man!) and no ‘sorry’ had to be said.
The boy instinctively bent his fingers into a fist and started moving it back and forth, and then rotated it from side to side, and then pushed it deeper… and soon he was playing a number inside Barry’s ass! “Aaaahh!!! You’re a natural fist-fucker, kid! Damn, you’re killing me… FUCK!”
Brennan’s fist moved following a complex pattern, rotating and sliding deeper and deeper into Barry’s ass, and the man was clearly on the verge of an explosive climax. With his spare hand, he grabbed the man’s hard cock, that was so swollen that his fingers couldn’t circle it completely, and started wanking it in sync with his fist.
In and out, up and down, left and right… Brennan’s hands pumped hard, bringing Barry to the peak of his pleasure and pushing him hard over the edge. “Fuck… AWW… FUCK! YEAAAHH!!!” – the man yelled, finally enjoying, after so many days of abstinence, a powerful, delightful, body-shaking and ball-draining orgasm.
His cock spurted semen like a hydrant, drenching the bed sheets. Brennan had a hard time trying to hold the huge member, that seemed to have a life of its own. He himself, watching such a manly display of sexual power, was already on the verge of a spontaneous orgasm, and tried hard to resist, as he didn’t want to possibly displease Beau. But when he felt Barry’s anal ring rhythmically clench, gripping his wrist (his wrist!), the overall picture was way too pornographic for him to resist.
“Oh, sir… Oh, sir!! AAAHHH!!” – Brennan screamed, while his young, throbbing cock flooded his white briefs with all the boyish juice his balls could give, and even more.
When he regained control of himself, Brennan slowly pulled his fist out of Barry’s ass, watching the gaping hole slowly tighten. The man rose on his knees and turned around, looking at Brennan with amusement and respect. He remained silent for a moment, panting hard, and then exclaimed: “Jeez, kid, you really know your stuff! Apparently, I’ve always underestimated the importance of valets! Thank you for your… services, kid!”
They both laughed merrily, and then Brennan rose to his feet, assumed a professional poise and said seriously: “My pleasure, sir!”
“Indeed!” – Barry exclaimed, pointing at the boy’s briefs drenched with sperm, and causing another happy burst of laughter.
~ Confession ~
The next morning, when Barry and Brennan went down to the dining room for breakfast, everyone noticed the man’s unusually relaxed and playful attitude. «Quite a difference, compared to yesterday night…» – Kale thought, and glanced at Brennan, to see what kind of mood he was. He was apparently anxious: he mostly looked at his plate, giving occasional glances to Beau, and he even opened his mouth a couple times, as if to say something, but then he stared again down to his plate.
When they all finished having breakfast and Beau was about to stand up, Brennan looked at him and said with a feeble voice: “Sir… I… maybe have something to tell you…”
Beau was not that dumb: he had perfectly understood that something had happened that night between his boy and Barry, and whatever happened, he was surely not going to put the blame on Brennan, as Barry was… well, Barry! But he was sure that nothing serious had happened, as fucking another man’s boy without permission was something that even for Barry would’ve been wrong.
So, Beau looked kindly at his boy and waited for him to explain. “You see, sir…” – Brennan began – “Barry needed someone to check his prostate, and I’ve… ehm… inserted two fingers into his ass…”
“You did well!” – Beau said resolutely.
“…and then three fingers… and then four…”
“Oh… Well, it’s been quite an in-depth examination!” – Beau joked, amused, glancing at Barry, who was smiling at the memory.
“…and then the whole fist, sir… and I’ve jacked him off, too, making him cum…”
“You did that?” – Beau said more seriously, frowning. “Did you cum, boy?”
Brennan lowered his eyes: “Yes, sir, in my briefs”
“Damn!” – the blond boss yelled, hitting loud the table with his palm. The sudden strong noise made everyone look worried at Beau.
“Damn!” – he repeated, his angry smirk suddenly fading into an amused smile – “Some guys always get all the luck! Fisting Barry is something that happens once in a lifetime! But now tell me, kid…” – he added with a conspiratorial glance – “…was it exciting?”
“Very much, sir! I… I shoved my entire fist into Barry’s ass, making him yell, but I didn’t apologize, because Barry says that when you’re with a man there are no ‘may I’ or ‘I’m sorry’. And then I’ve rotated my hand, pushing it harder and…”
“OK, OK, I got the picture!” – Beau exclaimed, laughing – “And would you like to… do something else with Barry?”
Brennan blushed bright red and murmured a faint: “Yes, sir…”
“Then, kid, you two have my permission to do whatever you want” – the blond boss said with a smile, and then looked straight at Barry and added: “Whatever both of you want to do”.
Barry nodded to reassure his buddy that his boy was in safe hands.
“Thank you sir!” – Brennan exclaimed, throwing his arms around his master, and then they both stood still for a moment, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes, until Beau said with loving tone: “Come upstairs, kid. We have something to discuss…” – and off they were.
Kale followed them with his eyes, smiling for the tender display of love they had given, but slowly his smile faded. It was wonderful how Beau had bonded with Brennan, and Kale would’ve never wanted them any other way, but… he felt excluded. Lately Beau had never looked for him, never shared his bed, never let him drown into his deep blue eyes.
He felt quite lonely. Without a word, he stood up and headed to his room, followed by Barry’s concerned eyes.
~ Selfish lust ~
Kale went up to his room and stripped to the underwear, revealing the tight leather thong he was wearing. «Why on earth have I put on such an uncomfortable and restraining underwear…?» – he wondered, but he perfectly knew the answer: it was Beau’s favorite. He needed so much to feel Beau’s hands on his skin, his breath on the nape of his neck, his long cock inside him! But Beau had eyes only for Brennan…
However, Kale could never be jealous of that lovely kid, and he didn’t really put the blame on Beau for the tight bond he had created with his boy. Fact is, the “little family” he hoped to be part of, apparently existed only in his mind. He loved Beau like crazy, and he loved Brennan, but still he felt so damn lonely…
He went to the ample French window of his room and placed his hands on the glass, looking at the wide sunny beach that stretched from the Cove to the Ocean. It was late August and it was crowded with couples, families and singles, all happily basking in the hot sun. Everyone was happy… unlike him.
The golden sand and the warm sun painfully reminded him Juan-les-Pins, in the Southern France, and the beautiful Café de la Plage overlooking the beach, where he first met Beau and his life changed [3]. The sudden sweet memories made him feel even more deeply the loneliness of his present.
He stood there with his arms on the windows and his legs slightly spread, so deep in thought that he didn’t hear his door open.
“Don’t move a muscle…” – he heard Barry’s unmistakable voice say – “Don’t turn around and don’t utter a single sound!”
Kale held his breath, feeling his cock uncomfortably thicken in the tight leather underwear: whenever Barry used with him that authoritarian tone, his heart jumped in his chest and his body went on fire! He stood motionless, in front of the high window, remaining in perfect silence. He heard Barry come closer, and then his fly being unzipped.
Barry’s fingers touched his shoulders, to then move slowly down, to the small of his back, and then further down to the perfect mounds of his ass. The narrow leather strip on the back of his thong couldn’t offer any protection to the greedy hands manhandling his buttocks. Barry still had his forearms and wrists locked into the rigid casts he had to wear, and Kale felt his tender ass cheeks carelessly scraped by the rough outer surface of the restraining supports.
After a very short while, he felt one of Barry’s fingers pull the leather strip aside; Kale didn’t have the time to even guess what was going to happen, because immediately Barry placed his thick cock at the counselor’s nether portal and started to push. No foreplay, no whispers of love, nothing: only a hasty, hungry penetration, a slow but unmerciful penetration that seemed to never end.
Kale forced himself not to utter a single sound, as ordered, though the roughness of Barry’s fuck was causing him jolts of exquisite discomfort that were trying hard to find their way out of Kale’s throat.
The hairy worker reached the innermost depths of Kale’s ass, let out a brief grunt and then started easing his cock in and out, with such a steady rhythm that the Hawaiian felt like his ass was hammered by a mechanical fucking machine.
Barry let go of the man’s hips and held him tight throwing an arm around his slim waist, while his other hand rose to the man’s throat. The casts on the worker’s arms pressed mercilessly against Kale’s lower abdomen and his throat. Barry’s extremely hairy chest was tightly pressed on Kale’s back, and his cock went on pounding on the tanned ass. Kale stifled a groan, feeling his own cock painfully stirring into the tight leather pouch.
«Make me feel some pleasure, too!» – the Hawaiian thought, without daring to say it aloud, feeling like nothing more than a fucking toy, useful only to satisfy a man’s sudden lust. As in response of his thoughts, Barry moved his fingers to Kale’s nipples, and started tickling and rolling them, causing waves of sexual tension that flooded the man’s groin, just to remain trapped into the restraining underwear.
«Touch me! Touch my cock!» – Kale screamed in his mind – «Don’t torture me this way!». But he remained silent and motionless, letting Barry satisfy his lust over him the way he wanted.
«I’ll jack off when he’s done…» – the counselor thought at one point, but he immediately put that thought from his mind: if Barry wanted to fill him with an unbearable sexual tension, to then cruelly leave him like this, crazy with unsatisfied lust, he was prepared to submit to his will. A flash of his incredible night with Wahkan [4] came to his mind; that night, Wahkan pushed him beyond his limits and let him reach a level of submission never experienced before.
That was the act of total submission that Kale, in that moment, lost in an erotic nightmare, offered to Barry. It was a gift, a homage to him and his exuberant, dominant masculinity. And the fact that Barry, in that moment, had not the faintest perception of the precious gift he was receiving, was totally irrelevant.
Kale gritted his teeth when he felt Barry’s cock pace up and slam harder into his fiery cavity. He knew the man was about to burst, but still he hoped that, with a late act of love, the man would have let him share his pleasure. But one last, powerful thrust of the hefty cock deep inside him crashed his hopes.
Barry let out a chocked, almost beastly grunt, and then Kale felt his ass flooded by the worker’s manly essence. It had been a quick, rough and totally demeaning fuck, where Barry forcefully took from him the pleasure he craved for, without offering anything in return. Kale felt used and abused… and loved the feeling! He loved donating his pent-up lust, his sexual frustration and all of himself to Barry, to the powerful, masculine, dominant Barry: the painful lack of sexual pleasure heightened the exquisiteness of the loving gift he was giving to his lover.
He didn’t move. He felt the worker pull out from his loosened ass and waited in silence for him to turn around and go away. But much to his surprise, he felt his strong arms hug him from behind, and they were not any more restrained by the rigid, rough casts: apparently, Barry had temporarily removed them.
Then he felt a kiss on the nape of his neck. “I love you, man” – he heard the worker softly say into his ears. He looked at the faint reflection of the man’s face into the glass, at those pale blue eyes that always pierced him like two lasers, and let out a feeble: “Thank you”.
~ Selfless love ~
Barry recoiled and with his strong hands made Kale turn around. Now they could finally sink into each other’s eyes. Kale tried to say something but Barry hushed him in the sweetest way, locking their mouths in a fierce open-lips kiss. Their tongues hungrily searched each other, fighting for position, but again Kale gave free range to his lover, letting Barry’s untamable tongue take possession of his moist cavity, while the laborer’s rough fingers took possession of his sensitive tits.
Kale once more put himself into Barry’s hands, ignoring the dull pain coming from his groin, where his neglected manhood was desperately hoping to find relief, crushed into the too tight leather pouch.
Then something changed. With a slow, fluid movement, Barry recoiled a bit and started kneeling on the floor; his mouth left Kale’s tender lips and trailed his chin, his throat, the cleft between his pecs, while his hands, moving down in sync with the worming tongue, left the nipples, brushed across the lower abdomen, gripped the waist of Kale’s leather thong and pulled it down.
By the time the thong was on the floor, Barry had knelt in front of the astonished counselor and his mouth was at a fraction of inch from his engorged cock. Kale stepped out of the thong and looked at the man kneeling in front of him with wide eyes: as far as he knew, though Barry had rarely yielded his ass to another man, he had never sucked anyone at the Cove. But apparently, that was exactly what was about to happen.
Everything happened in a few seconds, but Kale’s reeling mind registered every single little detail of it, as if it was happening in slow motion. He saw Barry’s lips part and wrap around his knob, felt his tongue press hard on the underside of his cock, pushing it up against the rugged palate; Barry’s head didn’t pause and kept moving fast towards Kale’s pubes.
The counselor, holding his breath, felt his glans slip inexorably deeper and deeper into the man’s moist mouth, until it touched the back of the throat. But the motion didn’t stop, Barry kept pushing his head, stubbornly, carelessly, until Kale’s engorged cock forced open his larynx muscles.
Barry winced, trying hard to repress the gag reflex, but didn’t back up: he didn’t stop until inch by inch Kale’s entire cock had disappeared into his mouth and his lips were firmly pressed on his curly pubes.
Kale felt it all, like it had taken an eternity to Barry to gulp down his cock, but in reality Barry had roughly slammed his head over the rigid rod, hungrily swallowing it and letting it break open his inexperienced throat. Tears were flowing from the workers eyes, but he didn’t give himself, nor to Kale, a single moment to catch his breath, and bobbed his head back and forth, fighting hard the gag reflex and gripping his fingers deep into the perfect globes of his ass.
Over and over, Kale’s cock was forced in and out the man’s now sore throat muscles, without ever stopping. It was like he was giving himself a harsh skull-fuck… «…as merciless and demeaning as the ass fuck he’s given me!» – Kale realized in a flash.
Barry was giving all of himself to his lover, that’s what he was doing! He was giving him something he’d never given to anyone, without asking for anything in return, as proved by the limp cock dangling between his legs.
The erotic sensation of that furious, selfless deep-throat blowjob, after the long painful denial, made Kale’s head spin. He realized that he was now on the receiving end of an exquisite, heart-melting (and cock-throbbing) act of generous, unselfish love. Barry had even removed his casts, despite the pain it was causing to him, to better caress, titillate and stimulate his buddy.
Kale tried not to utter a sound, but a chocked squeal escaped his lips when he felt Barry’s fingers crawl their way behind his balls and along his ass crack, up to his man hole, still oozing sperm, and intrude into his loosened chute, aiming to his joy nut.
Suddenly, Kale totally lost control, when the maddening sensation on his prostate, coupled with the frantic pounding on his cock sent his sexual system in overdrive.
He wanted to moan, squeal, yell, but only one word came to his lips: “Barry… oh Barry… Barry… BARRY… BAAARRRYYY!!!” – he screamed, feeling his cock pulse madly, shooting countless jets of hot cream into his lover’s mouth. “BARRY… Barry…. Oh my god Barry…. ooh… oh..”
Kale braced himself on the windows, behind his back, feeling unsteady on his feet. He looked down at the man at his feet and saw that he was smiling lovingly, despite his face streaked with tears.
His trained mind started putting together fragments of what had happened: first, Barry fucking him without giving him any pleasure, forcing him to devote himself to his lover and give all he had to give without getting anything in return; and then Barry sucking him in a way that gave the maximum pleasure to him, but without feeling any physical pleasure: on the contrary, he even stood the pain of using his hands without the medical support. It was the same roughness, the same authoritarian attitude that first forced Kale to give, give, give all he had to give and more; and then forced him to abdicate his own natural submissive role and take, take, take all he could take, and more…
Kale knew that Barry, though totally impermeable to the “psychological mumbo-jumbo”, never did anything without a reason. He had done exactly what he wanted to do, what he instinctively felt being the right thing. For whatever reason, he had masterfully split what could’ve been an intense exchange of mutual pleasure into separate acts of giving pleasure to the other… «No, not just pleasure» – Kale thought, feeling a rush of love for Barry – «We’ve given to each other… ourselves, selflessly, totally!»
Among the million things that Kale wanted to say, only one reached his lips: “Thank you” – the Hawaiian murmured again, gazing deep into Barry’s eyes while he rose on his feet; and again Barry silenced him with a passionate, loving kiss.
Not for a single moment since Barry had entered his room, and for many hours after he’d silently gone away, Kale felt lonely, or neglected by Beau. He felt loved, and in peace with the world.
~ Shattered harmony ~
But not the whole world was in peace, in that very moment. In the suite adjacent to Kale’s, there was tension between Chayton and Wahkan.
“Sir, with all the due respect” – Chayton said, apparently speaking with deference, but using an assertive tone that Wahkan couldn’t ignore – “you can’t force me to spend hours and hours here, studying ancient myths and the lives of long dead people. I have my own life to live!”
“I know who is the life you have to live!” – Wahkan replied in an irate tone, but suddenly restrained himself and softened his voice – “Kid, I understand that you and LaShawn have a tight bond, and I have nothing against him… or you loving him. But you are a Sioux! You can’t just give up to your heritage, to your education, to stay with him!”.
“Why not?” – the boy replied – “Yes, I’m a Sioux! I’ve heard you saying so millions of times! But I’m Chayton, not just a younger version of you! I’m not a boy anymore, sir, you can’t boss me around!”
Wahkan looked at his boy and a sudden sadness veiled his eyes. It was true, Chayton was not a kid anymore, as he himself realized after his boy’s hot fuck session with Kale in the spa [5] and, above all, after he and LaShawn spent their first night together [6].
His kid was growing up, he wasn’t a kid anymore, and Wahkan felt a sudden chill deep inside his heart. Was Chayton about to turn his back to him? Was their special, unique bond going to be shattered?
«The young Falcon needs to fly freely high in the sky» – Wahkan thought ruefully – «He will soon leave the nest…». The ageless Sioux knew that it was right, that life had to take its course… but he wasn’t prepared to give to Chayton what he was proudly asking for. He was not prepared to let his boy go.
All the study of his heritage done so far, all the hours spent meditating had not prepared him to take such a painful step. And yet, that step had to be taken.
«But not now!» – the man thought – «It’s still too early!»
The man forced again himself to keep a controlled tone, though the excessively confident and defying tone of his boy was getting hard on his nerves. “You’re not going anywhere without my permission, kid” – he said with an icy voice – “You’re still my boy! I know what’s best for you, and you will do as I tell you!”
Chayton’s eyes flashed with fiery rage: “Not anymore, sir!” – he shouted, putting a mocking emphasis on the word ‘sir’, and then turned around and went out, slamming noisily the door.
He walked down the hallway in great stride and opened LaShawn’s door: “Let’s go to the beach!” – he said, his suggestion sounding more like a command – “I need air!”
The black boy, looking at his young lover’s irate expression, thought better than arguing with him. And anyway, the day was hot and he welcomed the idea to go to the beach. “Give me a moment to change to my swimwear…” – he replied with apparent nonchalance. He went to the chest of drawers, took off his T-shirt and then started peeling down his stretch denim shorts, flaunting the bare globes of his juicy ass under the young Sioux’ eyes.
“I wonder why I put my swim trunks in the lowest drawer…” – he murmured to himself, but loud enough to be heard by his lover. Keeping his legs slightly apart and perfectly straight, he bent over, reaching down to the floor, and took his time pretending to rummage into the almost empty drawer.
He knew perfectly well the effect his show was causing on Chayton, and, still bent over, he turned his head to look at him. Chayton growled lustfully and adjusted his growing cock into his pants, with that confident, manly gesture that always gave goose bumps to LaShawn.
~ Chayton’s decision ~
“OK, I’m ready!” – the black boy exclaimed after putting on his swimwear and turning around. “Are you really going to the beach like that?” – Chayton gasped, looking at the beautiful bronze body barely covered by a bright pink vinyl tanga brief. The young Sioux stared with a mix of shock and desire at the frontal pouch that hardly contained the boy’s massive manhood, and at the back thong that left absolutely nothing to imagination. “It’s… outrageous!” – Chayton breathed after a pause – “You can’t wear that… thing!”
“Why not?” – LaShawn laughed. “Because if you do…” – the Sioux replied in a hoarse voice, giving to his lover a long, lustful glance – “…I will tear it away after few minutes!”
“Down, tiger” – the black boy warned with a satisfied smile, seeing that his swimwear had the effect he purposely wanted it to have – “Let’s go! The beach awaits us!”
After few minutes, they were leisurely lying on the warm sand, basking in the hot late morning sun. “So, buddy, what’s wrong?” – LaShawn asked after a while, noticing how unusually taciturn was his friend. “You mean apart the blatant display you’re giving of your perfect ass?” – Chayton replied, smiling, unable to tear his gaze off from the two enticing dark-skinned globes and the thin pink thong sinking into the crack between them – “No, seriously… Wahkan is becoming really suffocating, lately!”
“That man loves you like crazy…” – LaShawn said. “He doesn’t love me!” – was the nervous reply – “He loves my being a Sioux, that’s all! If I wasn’t a Sioux he wouldn’t love me!”
“Me neither…” – the black boy claimed, nonchalantly. “What? No, I can’t believe that” – Chayton protested – “That’s just bullshit, and you know that!”
“Answer to my question, but I want the truth…” – LaShawn insisted – “Would you love me if I weren’t black?”. “I surely would!” – the boy replied confidently – “Are you implying I’m a sort of… reverse racist? Me? A member of an ethnic minority?”
“Think better, pal. If I were white, would have you fallen in love with me before knowing who I was? Is the color of my skin really that irrelevant?”. Chayton remained silent, uncertain, and LaShawn continued: “I’ll help you: your being a Sioux did have a great part in my falling in love with you. When I saw you, naked, coming out the spa, all of you hit me deep inside: your confident attitude, your eyes, the color of your skin, your hair… your manly cock…”
LaShawn lowered his eyes, with a little embarrassment, but soon looked back into his lover’s eyes: “Now tell me, what you noticed about me the very first time we met?”
“That you were handsome…” – Chayton replied – “…and gay (I mean, dressed like that?)… and… uhm… that you were black. You’re right, I fell in love with you because you were black… and because you have a killer ass!”
They both giggled, but then Chayton’s smile faded: “So, apparently I’m a racist… sort of…”
“Don’t be silly, buddy!” – the black boy protested – “You’re racist if you think bad of someone just because he’s black, or Sioux, or whatever, not because you notice something blatantly obvious, like me being black!”
“Now, the point is…” – LaShawn concluded – “you’re a Sioux, I love that, and Wahkan, too. And if you love yourself, you should love your being a Sioux, too.”
“Man, I thought I loved you like crazy, but you proved me wrong…” – Chayton breathed gazing intensely at his buddy – “I love you more and more every day… And you’re right, I shouldn’t be annoyed by my heritage, and I’m not. But I can’t tolerate my master bossing me around like I’m a little kid! I’m a man, now! I need my space, I need to decide for my own life, without being told that he knows what’s best for me!”
“As for being a man…” – LaShawn said seductively, flexing his glutes – “I can’t agree more! But don’t call Wahkan your ‘master’, he’s much more than that, like Jorell for me. They’ve done, and still do, so many things for us, they protect us, feed us, help us finding our way through life. And they teach us, too, of course, though I guess that Wahkan so far taught you… different things than Jorell taught me!”
“They’re not our ‘masters’, they’re our mentors, our older brothers, our stepfathers… and our friends. And they love us. Don’t stop loving Wahkan, he doesn’t deserve it…”
“I’m not going to stop loving him…” – Chayton said, his eyes fixed on the sand – “How could I? When I became his boy, I vowed that I was, and always would’ve been, devoted to him. May I live a hundred years, he will always have a special place in my heart…”
“Good!” – LaShawn exclaimed – “Then let’s go back home! It’s almost lunch time!”
Chayton rose his gaze, with a serious, determined expression, and when he spoke, with a bitter and grave tone, LaShawn knew for sure he was not joking.
“I’m not going back to the Cove, LaShawn, ever again. I’m going to live on my own.”
Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 44, ~ Barry’s secret ~
[2] See Chapter 28, ~ Brennan takes a walk on the wild side ~
[3] See Chapter 26, ~ Juan-les-Pins ~
[4] See chapter 43, ~ Sexual rollercoaster ~
[5] See Chapter 38, ~ ‘Shove it in!’ ~
[6] See Chapter 43, ~ Adulthood ~
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(End of Chapter 48 – Please proceed to Chapter 49)