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. When the quarantine is over, Kale helps Rowan re-evaluate his past experiences, and then the guy lives an intense, dramatic and highly sexual moment with Jorell. Chayton argues with Wahkan and decides to move out of the Cove and live on his own.

Synopsys

The entire house is shocked when they realize that Chayton is gone away. Wahkan is full of doubts and finds refuge into Kale's arms (and ass); while LaShawn, embittered by Chayton's selfish choice, gets drunk in a bar and accepts to have sex with a stranger, but things get way out of his hand.

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≈ CHAYTON LEAVES THE COVE ≈

~ A determined boy ~

LaShawn’s face suddenly lost its caramel highlights and became ashen. “Wh… What you m… mean you’re not coming back to th… the Cove ever more…?” – he stuttered, realizing from the icy glare of his lover’s eyes that he was not joking.

A moment before they were leisurely lying on the warm sand, Chayton on his back and his arms linked behind his head, and LaShawn on his belly, seductively flaunting his bare ass, basking in the hot noon sun; and then suddenly everything seemed to vanish around the black boy. Chayton was leaving the Cove!

Instinctively, LaShawn wrapped the beach towel around his hips; he wasn’t sure why he did that, he only knew that keeping his bare ass in full display under Chayton’s eyes suddenly felt embarrassing.

“I have to live my life, LaShawn!” – Chayton exclaimed – “I’ve been thinking of leaving the Cove for a while, now. Everything’s been readied already. I have some money and I’ve left a traveling bag behind the house”.

“Apparently, you’ve carefully planned everything…” – LaShawn said, embittered, restraining his tears – “Have you packed your heart, too? Have you packed us, too??”

“No, buddy, this has nothing to do with us!” – Chayton hastened to say – “I would never turn you down! I need to find my own way, build my own life, but I want to share it with you!”

“And what will be your life? Where are you going to live? How are you going to earn money?” – the black boy inquired, still unable to understand why anyone would leave a wonderful place like the Cove.

But his doubts were not dispelled, when the young Sioux replied: “I still don’t know. I will tell you as soon as I settle down. Just give me a couple days and I’ll call you, filling with the details. Just a couple days, LaShawn! I need to know you are by my side, buddy…”

There were many things that LaShawn would want to say, but he got a lump in his throat. He leaned forward and gave a tender kiss to Chayton, wetting his face with his tears; and then stood up, took his towel and ran home.

~ Where is Chayton? ~

When, an hour later, LaShawn went down to the dining room for lunch, everyone was already sitting around the large round table. He quietly took his seat, avoiding eye contact with anyone, but especially Wahkan, who looked nervous.

“Where is Chayton, LaShawn?” – Kale asked, noticing the boy’s unusual quietness.

“I… really don’t know…” – was the uncertain reply – “He won’t come for lunch… nor for dinner”. The boy tried hard not to weep, but everyone noticed his distress and his trembling voice when he revealed: “He said he was leaving the Cove”.

Everyone started talking at the same time, asking any kind of questions to the boy, who could only wilt under the pressure, whining “I don’t know… I don’t know…”

“Enough!” – Kale said aloud, standing up – “We can’t put LaShawn under pressure. If Chayton confided him something, we can’t force him to talk. Kid” – he then said to the black boy – “is there anything you can tell us without betraying Chayton’s trust?”

“He said he wanted to build his own life, far from here. That he is still devoted to Wahkan, but he has to find his own way”.

“Where is he going to live?” – Wahkan asked to the boy with restrained voice, looking away from him, with a disdainful expression. “It’s not my fault, sir… Don’t put the blame on me!” – LaShawn pleaded, hurt by the man’s attitude. Wahkan didn’t turn at the boy, but lowered his eyes and said with a mellower tone: “No, kid, I’m not putting the blame on you! I just don’t want to look into your eyes… because I don’t want to steal from you secrets that you’re not willing to reveal. Maybe Chayton told you where he is, but asked you to keep it secret…”

“No sir! Please believe me, I really don’t know where he is… nor he does. He said he needed a couple days to settle down. And that he was not turning me down, he still wanted me to share his life, but… but…” – his voice trailed off, while his eyes welled with tears.

Kale rushed to hug the boy: “Don’t worry, LaShawn, everything will be fine. From what you told us, he doesn’t know even where he’s going to live, but he does know he still loves you, and that’s what really counts”. The boy sniffed and flashed an uncertain smile.

Wahkan slowly stood up, looked at Beau and said: “Please excuse me. I’m retiring to my room”. The sentence was polite and the man’s voice was calm and controlled, but Kale sensed that a storm was raging inside him. He wanted to comfort him, talk to him, hug him… but of course did none of that. Turning around, the Sioux glanced at Kale and for a moment their eyes met; the wise man nodded thankfully at the counselor, as if he had read, in those few seconds, what was in his heart, and then went upstairs.

The lunch was a sad affair. Few words were spoken; all the men agreed that if Chayton had willingly decided to go away they had to do nothing to find him or force him to come back. When Beau stood up, signaling the end of the meal, everyone moved to their rooms, and an eerie silence fell over the Cove.

~ A proud man asks for help ~

The day wore on without news from Chayton. And so did the next five days. The entire Cove was sort of suspended, waiting for a sign from the boy. Beau had stated that he was of age and he willingly left the Cove, and therefore no one had to force him back home. But the wait was taking a toll on the men, especially Wahkan and LaShawn.

Lying on his bed, on the sixth night since Chayton went away, Kale was thinking how incredibly tight was the group of men and boys living at the Cove: they all missed Chayton so deeply that any activity had practically halted in the house. And Wahkan looked devastated, Kale considered. «He’s so proud! He lives this situation as a personal failure…» – the counselor thought, pitying his friend, but knowing that he could do nothing to ease his pain.

Great was his surprise when, in the middle of the night, he heard his door open and Wahkan’s deep voice ask: “Are you sleeping?”

“Come in, buddy, I’m glad you came…” – Kale replied with affectionate voice; the room was dimly lit by the moonlight and Kale decided not to switch on the light. He looked at the man coming closer, and he realized that he was stark naked. And hard.

Feeling his own heartbeat pace up, he looked at the man’s eyes and saw a fiery glare in them, a raging fire were desire mixed with desperation. “I need you, man” – Wahkan said – “No one other than you can help me…”

Kale’s mind worked fast as usual. The first thought that hit him was that Wahkan, the proudest man of the Cove, was asking for help, astonishing as it seemed. It didn’t take a fine psychiatrist to understand that the problem was Chayton’s runaway: Wahkan felt responsible, and also felt lonely, judging from the raging hard-on he was sporting.

The Sioux was trying to reassert, in a convolute way, his power over the others and over himself, and he wanted to do that by exerting his power over Kale.

The counselor smiled with timid affection and pushed away the bedsheets, welcoming the Sioux into his bed, but the man hesitated: “I warn you man, I have no strength left to care for anyone, my mind is reeling… You’d better throw me out of your room, or… or…”

“Or.” – the Hawaiian said confidently, his own cock already getting hard in anticipation of a fuck that promised to be a wild one. “It will be wilder than you think, man” – the Sioux said, as if Kale had spoken aloud – “Tonight I can’t possibly restrain myself. The sorrow, the bitterness that consumes me has drained all my inner strength. I…” – his voice trembled, revealing the effort Wahkan was putting in keeping himself in check – “I don’t want to hurt you. I’d better go away!”

He turned around but Kale stopped him: “You’re not going anywhere without me, man. Wherever you need to go, bring me with you”.

Wahkan turned his head, and his eyes were so bright they could lit up the room. He climbed on the bed, kneeling between Kale’s legs, looked at the man lying languidly on the mattress and fell over him, locking their mouths in a ferocious kiss, while grinding his enflamed manhood against Kale’s.

~ Penetration ~

While Wahkan’s tongue explored the moist cavity of his mouth, hungrily searching for his tongue, Kale felt the man’s cock slide down his groin, and brush past his balls; the Hawaiian raised his legs, until he felt the Sioux’ glans firmly pressed on his nether portal.

Wahkan withdrew his tongue and recoiled a bit, staring deeply at his lover. Again, he faltered, and Kale said in a low voice: “Go for it. I’m ready...”

“No, you’re not.” – Wahkan stated, frowning, while his cock roughly plunged into the man’s tender ass and his eyes flashed with a steely glare. Kale suddenly felt penetrated in a way he had never experienced before: he felt the man’s cock sink deeply into his man hole, painfully forcing open his inner defenses, and at the same time he felt Wahkan intrude into his eyes, reaching his intimacy and rudely rooting around his most private places, his most secret thoughts.

Kale felt fucked in his ass and his soul at the same time, without any tenderness or regard: the Sioux was taking what he wanted, the way he wanted, hungrily, rabidly, desperately! The counselor gasped, unable as he was to escape the hard rod breaking into his body just as much as he was unable to escape the fiery gaze breaking into his soul.

“Aahh…” – he whined, but soon restrained himself with great effort, as he didn’t want Wahkan to know how demeaned, how violated he felt. Because he felt exactly like that: demeaned, like a whore banged by a horny client who couldn’t care less of her; and violated in his deepest intimacy by those prying eyes that kept ravaging his exposed mind, soul and heart.

Nevertheless, Wahkan needed his help, asked for his help, despite his fierce pride, and Kale wanted to give him all of himself, no matter how painful it could be. With a supreme effort, the counselor soldiered on, and the harder Wahkan fucked, the harder Kale tried to hide to his partner what he felt inside.

But Wahkan knew. At first he tried to ignore it, and went on fucking the tanned man with the energy of despair; but all the while he knew what was in Kale’s heart: the man couldn’t possibly hide anything to him in that moment. While ravaging Kale’s ass and scavenging into his intimacy, the Sioux could read every thought, every feeling and every unspoken word.

He sensed the heroic effort the counselor was putting in pleasing him despite the pain he was feeling, he felt the man’s body respond to his violent thrusts with a welcoming tenderness, and he saw his ravaged soul respond to the unceremonious intrusion opening even more to his prying eyes.

Wahkan uttered a chocked sob, won by the tenderness, the friendship, the sheer love Kale was bestowing onto him, offering himself to his rough ministrations without putting up any resistance. His hips slowed down, and started massaging Kale’s enflamed linings, searching for that special spot into him that made him gasp with pleasure every time his knob hit it. And his eyes softened, lit up by a thankful glimpse.

Kale felt his own tension release, and his body responded with renewed passion to the now loving caresses of Wahkan’s cock and the equally tender caresses of his eyes to his hurting soul.

“I’m here, man” – the counselor murmured, holding tighter his legs against the man’s waist and offering his defenseless intimacy to his eyes – “I’m here for you…”

“You’re such a brave and wise warrior…” – Wahkan replied, breathing heavily for the sexual tension – “You make me feel a different man… I feel… aahh!… you make me feel… AAAAGGHH!!”

Kale welcomed the explosion of male essence into his depths and held tight the writhing body of the powerful Sioux until his spasms trailed off and his breath slowed down.

Wahkan, totally spent and emotionally drained, lay down on the mattress, and Kale tenderly moved away a lock of hair falling across his sweaty face.

“I failed with Chayton” – the Sioux said after a short while – “I’ve handled it all wrong…”

“You have nothing to blame yourself for” – Kale replied softly – “You can be a strict master, but you’ve done so much for Chayton! Your boy knows how much you love him and care for him”.

“And I know how much you care for me” – Wahkan replied with a smile, moving his gaze from Kale’s face to his naked body, wet with sweat. His smile suddenly faded when his eyes fixated on Kale’s limp cock and on his torso, where no trace of semen were to be seen.

“But you… you didn’t...” – he started to say, but Kale placed a finger on his lips: “A man knows when it’s time to take, and when it’s time to give. You were right, I was not ready, and giving what you longed for took all my energy. But I can’t be any happier, believe me”.

The Hawaiian lay down, exhausted, as Wahkan’s onslaught had really drained him from all his energy. His hand blindly searched for the Sioux’, until his fingers could tighten around the man’s big hand: “Stay with me, tonight” – he said with an almost pleading tone to Wahkan, who looked at him with utmost respect and affection and nodded, speaking the ancient words: “I’m devoted to you, Kale”.

~ A hurting black boy ~

One floor above, Jorell was nervously pacing his room, restless and anxious. He was naked, and his long black snake bounced on his thighs at each powerful step; at one point he seemed to hear voices coming from the street, and turned around so fast that his cock hit the chest of drawers. “Fuck this fuckin’ cock!” – he growled, rushing to put on his underwear: he was not used to have his cock freely bounce around, having kept it in tight restraint for years, until recently [1].

«I shouldn’t have let LaShawn go!» – he though ruefully, wondering where his boy was in that moment, so late in the night.

It had begun when he’d headed to bed after dinner, and found LaShawn in their suite, looking out of the window with a distraught expression. “I don’t want you to sleep alone, tonight” – Jorell said with affectionate voice, undressing – “Come to bed with me”

He was not planning to have sex with his boy, he just wanted to keep him in his arms, and give him strength: “I’m sure you will hear from Chayton soon, kid. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Come on, join me in bed…”

LaShawn turned around and looked at his master lying naked on the bed, at his muscular torso, at his long flaccid cock. He almost ran to the bed an threw himself over the man, with a hurting, desperate glimpse in his eyes.

Without a word, the boy leaned over the man and gave him a kiss, a passionate kiss that quickly escalated to a hungry battle of tongues and lips. His young hands roamed over the man’s body, pinching hard his nipples, squeezing his balls and roughly wanking his cock.

“Give it to me, sir! Fuck me hard!” – he said with chocked voice, while roughly stimulating Jorell’s body and trying to make him hard with such a desperate force that he got the opposite result. Realizing that his master’s cock remained limp, he quickly took it in his mouth, trying to gulp it down his throat as much as he could.

“No, kid! Stop it!” – Jorell said, alarmed by his boy’s desperate greed; he gently pushed LaShawn away from his cock and gave him an intense, affectionate glance: “This is not what you really want, what you really need…”

“I need to feel my lover fill me, that’s what I need!” – LaShawn said aloud, getting off the bed and taking some clothes from a drawer – “But my lover is busy elsewhere! Searching for his life! Well, I have my own life to live, too!”

“Where are you going?!” – Jorell asked, alarmed, seeing his boy putting on an extremely revealing, almost slutty outfit, made of nothing more than a tight stretch t-shirt and high-cut jeans shorts – “Kid, no! Calm down, stay here with me…”

“You’re not my mother!!” – the black boy yelled, exiting the room and slamming the door.

He went out on the street and strode angrily to the mall district: he needed to drink, and drink hard! He knew well the dark alleys behind the mall, and soon he stood facing an old rickety wooden door. He knocked in a conventional way and a tall, fat man let him in, glancing lasciviously at his buttocks barely covered by the short pants.

He took a bottle of vodka from the bar and sit on an empty table. The smoky room was filled with men of all ages and types: young teens getting drunk and sharing joints, muscular laborers unwinding with their buddies after a long work day, lonely men searching for a solution to their problems on the bottom of a glass of cheap whisky…

LaShawn chugged a shot of vodka, and then another, absentmindedly looking around; at the fourth or fifth shot (or more probably the eighth or ninth), he felt someone behind him and turned around. “You look so lonely, buddy!” – a guy said looking down at the boy, flashing at him an urchin grin and a randy glance. “Maybe you could use some… company” – a second guy added, smiling lasciviously and grabbing his own bulge.

~ A reckless move ~

“Are you hungry for chocolate, cattlemen?” – LaShawn slurred, looking at the two white muscular guys, one in boots, buckles and cowboy hat, and the other in a redneck plaid shirt and low-rise jeans.

“Chocolate always melts under my fingers” – the cowboy replied, moving behind LaShawn and sensually brushing his palms on his chest from behind; the other one sat next to the boy and took handfuls of his naked thigh and his bulging package.

LaShawn could have easily sneaked away, or yelled for help, and he definitely should’ve done either, but he felt too hurt, too lonely and too drunk. He pushed away the guy’s hands and stood up, facing them; he slowly peeled off his tight t-shirt, revealing his lean, sculpted torso, and then with a lustful smirk unbuttoned his shorts and quickly removed them, tossing them away. He was going commando, as usual, and stood still, flaunting his naked body under the two guys’ (and the other patrons’) greedy eyes.

The cowboy didn’t expect such a blatant move and stood wide-eyed for few moments, looking avidly at the naked black boy. “So what?” – LaShawn blurred, flashing a mocking smile – “Are you all hat and no cattle?”

“Ah! I’ll show you how we treat the cattle!” – the guy said, confidently, while throwing away his pants and underwear, but keeping his open shirt and hat. He roughly pushed LaShawn down on the table, forcing him in a bent position. The boy heard the guy spit a couple of time and suddenly a hot rod pierced him, entering all the way his tender chute.

While the guy thrusted his meat back and forth, slamming against the boy’s buttocks in earnest, the other guy got naked and massaged his own cock to a full erection. “Time to feed cattle…” – he growled, and unceremoniously shoved his hefty tool down the boy’s throat.

They spit-roasted LaShawn for a while, surrounded by the other patrons who had come closer to enjoy the show and incite the two men with lewd comments. LaShawn felt his head spinning. For a single, brief moment a ‘what the fuck am I doing?’ flashed in his clouded mind, and images of Chayton, the Cove and Jorell swirled behind his eyes; but soon it all was replaced by a rueful ‘fuck it!’, and he surrendered to the greedy cocks assaulting him both ends.

He put up no resistance when the cowboy pulled out, picked him bodily and placed him face up on the table. He traded places with his friend and once more they shoved their hard tools into the boy, filling his orifices to their limit and making the rickety wooden table squeak under the violent thrusts of his cocks.

“Owww…. Shit damn! This is so fuckin’ hot!” – yelled the redneck at one point, on the verge of bursting – “Let’s add to the chocolate a nice shot of cream! Yeah… Fuck YEAH!!”

Both men inundated LaShawn’s ass and throat with copious creamy seed, and the boy, his head still spinning like crazy, felt like he was drowning into a torrent of sperm. When drained, the men withdrew their tools, leaving the boy lying on the table, panting.

“Is that all?” – a hairy worker said to the cowboys coming closer, massaging his hard cock – “You didn’t even make the boy cum! Make way, let me show you how a real man makes this bitch squeal and squirt!”

“W…What? N… No…!” – LaShawn tried to say with a low voice, but the man had already grabbed his legs, holding them high and apart, and had shoved his veiny, thick cock into the well-lubricated hole. “No… please…” – LaShawn said again, but the man knew well how to use his tool, and the rhythmic pressure on his joy button soon make the boy’s cock throb with repressed lust. “Aaahh… yes… no…  mmmmhhh…!” – LaShawn moaned, despising the unsolicited and demeaning fuck, but unable to ignore the intoxicating jolts of irresistible pleasure that the stranger’s expert rod was sending through his body.

“You hear the bitch squealing?” – the worker said to the cowboys, making the boy frown for the shame of being unable to fight back the overwhelming pleasure he was forced to feel – “And here it comes the squirt!”

He started pounding harder the ebony ass, expertly tilting his hips and shoving his hefty cock deep inside LaShawn, mercilessly battering his p-spot over and over. The boy gripped his hands on the table border, unable and unwilling to fight the unwelcomed pleasure the hairy man was forcefully pushing up his boy hole.

“Aaahh… Jeeeeezz… no… no… nnnghh…. AAAHH!! AAAAAHHH!!!”  – LaShawn screamed, a moment before his untouched cock exploded in a shameful, unwelcomed -but shattering nonetheless- orgasm, shooting thick ropes of white juice all over his torso. At each shot, the man responded with a fierce thrust into his ass, heightening the already maddening pleasure.

“This is how’s done!” – the bulky laborer growled, satisfied – “Now get ready bitch, ‘cause your daddy’s gonna breed you! Oww fuck… Yeah… YEAAAHH!!”. He slammed his thick cock so hard into the boy’s ass that he made the table move a few inches, and then he froze, throwing back his head, enjoying his climax and flooding the boy’s insides with his hot seed.

~ Used and abused ~

When he pulled out, LaShawn remained still, trying to catch his breath, fighting the post-orgasmic torpor and the booze-induced numbness, along with the stinging shame of being treated like a bitch by the muscular stranger. «I got it coming to me…» – he thought ruefully, laying on his back on the hard table, with his eyes closed. Suddenly he heard the barman’s voice saying: “What the fuck you think you’re doing, y’all? This is not a brothel! You can’t go around fucking black boys…” – he yelled menacingly, but then looked at LaShawn, laying on the table, devastated by the triple fuck, and added with a lustful smirk: “…unless I can get a piece of this perfect ass!!”

“No… No more… Please…” – LaShawn tried to say, raising his head, but his feeble voice was overcome by the roaring cheers of the cowboys and the other patrons. The boy felt many hands grabbing him and raising him off the table; strong arms held him mid-air, with his legs forcefully kept high and wide apart, shamefully exposing his ass, loosened and dripping sperm.

He tried to escape, but the men held him tightly in that humiliating position of blatant offer… an offer to the barman, who had taken his cock out of his pants and was wanking it, foretasting the sudden fuck.

LaShawn looked at the man’s crotch and gasped, scared by the substantial girth of the meat rod he was stroking to a marble-hard stiffness. “Hold him tight” – the barman growled – “He’s gonna thrash around a lot…”

“No please…!” – LaShawn pleaded, trying unsuccessfully break free from the hands keeping him like in a vice – “Not after I’ve cum so hard…! Please, sir, don’t-- AAAAGGHHH!!”

The sudden impalement made LaShawn scream out of his lungs. Despite his experience as a bottom boy, the mighty rod was breaking open like never before his sphincters, tightened and made sensitive by the recent shattering orgasm.

The cock in his ass felt like a pile-driver at full power, a merciless drill ravaging his insides, and the waves of pain radiating from his ass in few moments cleared out the alcoholic dizziness from his mind. The boy felt tears welling from his eyes, and it was not the physical pain that hurt LaShawn, but rather the shame of having been so stupid and reckless. «How will I tell this to Jorell? How will I look again at Chayton’s eyes?» – he wondered, feeling a rising desperation mount inside him. He raised his gaze, and his teary eyes met the cowboy’s; the man gazed back at him, suddenly understanding the boy’s pain, and frowned, uncertain. He leaned forward and gave a tender kiss to LaShawn, then recoiled, looked into his desperate, hurting eyes and murmured: “I’m sorry, kid, I can’t do anything… Hold on, it will soon be over…”

The man had guessed right, as after few moments the barman, with a beastly howl, stiffened and emptied his balls into LaShawn’s devastated ass. When he pulled out, LaShawn felt the hands that held him in position let go of him, one by one, until the only man still holding him on his unsteady feet was the cowboy.

LaShawn instinctively threw his arms around his waist, buried his face into the strong chest and burst into tears, searching for a forgiveness that he could never get from that man. “It’s over kid…” – he said with a deep sorrow in his voice – “I couldn’t imagine things would’ve gone this far”.

He helped the black boy put his clothes back on and sat with him at a quiet table out of sight. “Do you have a home to go back to?” – he asked, and LaShawn nodded. “Would you want me to drive you back there?”.  The boy shook his head.

“Maybe there’s a… difficult situation at home? Your father beats you or something?”

“No, they love me like crazy…” – LaShawn whined – “and that’s why I can’t go back home… How can I tell them what happened? Tell them what I’ve done? How stupid I’ve been?”

The cowboy smiled tenderly: “The only stupid thing you could do is think that they won’t forgive you. I wish I had someone who loved me, at home, when I was your age… Come, I’m driving you home”.

They went out in the alley, and then walked to the mall parking, with the cowboy keeping his arm on the boy’s shoulder and the boy holding tight to the man’s waist, trying to get from him the strength he needed to confront Jorell.

A bystander might have thought they were lovers… and that’s exactly what Chayton though looking at them from a dark corner of the dirty alley.

~ Words are useless ~

Opening the front door of the Cove, after few minutes, LaShawn turned around for a moment to wave goodbye to the cowboy, and then stood still watching his truck slowly going away, thinking that he didn’t know even that man’s name.

He took a deep breath and entered the big house, immediately heading upstairs to his room; it was almost dawn. He hoped to find Jorell asleep, but when he opened the door, the man was still awake, and looked at him with tired, worried eyes.

LaShawn stood in the middle of the room, looking at the floor, unable to speak a single word. Jorell got closer and silently held him tight into his strong arms, and when he felt his boy’s body shook by silent sobs, he didn’t ask anything, but patiently waited for him to release all the tension, holding him in a loving embrace.

When the sobs trailed off, Jorell looked at his boy and started undressing him; he silently replied to LaShawn’s alarmed glance with an affectionate smile. He then got naked, too, and LaShawn guessed that his master was asking him for sex. It was the last thing he wanted to do, as his ass was still sore and he felt totally drained, but the man was so tender to him, so loving, so understanding that LaShawn smiled at him, ready to give him all he wanted, and more.

He moved to kneel down, so to take Jorell’s long cock into his mouth, but much to his surprise the man held him standing, made him turn around and silently pushed him toward the bathroom and into the walk-in shower. He opened the tap and the hot water poured over the boy, slowly washing away the sweat, the jizz and the pain.

Silently, Jorell lathed thoroughly the boy’s body, taking a particular care of his flaccid manhood and his sore ass. With tenderness and respect, the man’s soapy fingers slid under the boy’s balls, brushed over his spent cock, intruded between his ass cheeks and gently sneaked to his hole, massaging the puckered anal ring and gently pushing one finger into the sore sphincter, cleaning away the residual traces of sperm and, with them, the shame and the sorrow the boy was feeling.

The water flowing on LaShawn’s face mixed with his tears, while he thought that he didn’t deserve all the love his man was bestowing on him. If only he knew!

But Jorell knew: he didn’t need the boy to tell him anything. He didn’t know the details, of course, but whatever happened, it was clear that LaShawn had understood by himself it was a huge mistake. And anyway, the alcoholic breath, the copious sperm on his torso and inside him, and the shameful, contrite glances the boy had sent him since he’d entered the door spoke volumes.

The man went on rinsing his boy and then turned off the tap and toweled him off. When they both were dry, they went to bed, and Jorell held LaShawn in his protective arms, letting the boy snuggle into his chest. And no one said a single word until morning.

~ Public confession ~

At breakfast, all the men noticed how taciturn were LaShawn and Jorell; but while the man frequently glanced at his boy with affection, the boy mostly looked down at his dish, eating few bites of his breakfast.

At one point, LaShawn raised his head and looked around the table, to then fixate his eyes on Beau. “Sir, I… I have a confession to make…” – he said with trembling voice, and Jorell hastened to say: “You don’t have to, kid…”

But LaShawn shook his head: “No, sir, I have to. They have the right to know…” – the boy replied, looking at Kale – “…because I’ve broken the house rules. I’ve had sex with several men outside the Cove, this night… and I got drunk… and I feel so bad about it!”

LaShawn fought hard to hold his tears: he didn’t want those men to pity him, guilty as he was. Jorell intervened again: “I’ve already made an appointment at the clinic for a complete check-up. They will visit LaShawn in the afternoon”.

“Thank you for your honesty, LaShawn” – Beau said, standing tall and having all his eyes fixating on him as usual – “What you did is grave indeed, but I see that you already realized how dangerous and reckless your conduct has been. And I also understand” – he added, looking at Jorell – “that your master already forgave you. This is all we need to know”.

“What is my punishment, sir?” – LaShawn asked, trying hard to look brave and confident, and thus showing all his anxiety.

“This is the Cove…” – Beau stated calmly, looking at all the men sitting around the table and then glancing affectionately at the black boy – “…a safe place where to heal from wounds, not a place where harsh punishments are administrated. You’ve made a mistake, you won’t get punished by us; but you should think about what to say to Chayton, when you see each other again…”

At the mention of Chayton’s name, Wahkan moved uneasy on his chair; Kale searched for his eyes, to silently remind him that he had nothing to blame himself for. But he realized that Wahkan was restless for something different: he seemed irritated by LaShawn.

As usual, Kale was right. «What a perfect lover Chayton has found himself!» – Wahkan was thinking nervously – «A lover who can cheat on him with multiple men at a time!».

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Kale’s phone ring; the counselor looked at the display and gasped: “It’s Chayton!”

Everyone hoped that he would’ve put Chayton on speaker, but Kale knew that if the guy had called him, it was for a reason. So, he excused himself and walked to the adjacent room.

“Hey, Chayton! I’m glad to hear you!” – Kale exclaimed, trying to sound jovial, and was puzzled when he got no response. “Hello? Can you hear me, Chayton?” 

“…Yes…” – was the feeble reply.

“We’re all worried, kid, are you fine?”

“I… I don’t know…” – was the puzzling answer.

“What you mean you don’t know if you are fine?” – Kale insisted, but all he could hear in the phone was a stifled sob. “Maybe you should talk to Wahkan…”

“No!” – the guy hastened to say, and Kale understood he’d made a faux-pas: “OK, OK, kid, let’s keep this thing between the two of us. Have you some money with you?”

“I had it” – the boy replied, ruefully.

“Chayton, let me help you” – the counselor said with passion – “Probably you don’t want to talk about him, but I have to tell you that Wahkan is in a terrible state, as he thinks he has failed with you. He respects your choice, to the point that he doesn’t look into LaShawn’s eyes, not to force him to reveal your current location”.

“He doesn’t know” – Chayton said – “I didn’t tell him, because when I’ve left home I didn’t know where to go. I thought I could find a suitable place where I could live on my own, and I’ve found it, but… but…” – the boy’s voice trailed off.

“But the place now looks so empty, right?” – Kale suggested – “Where are you, Chayton? Let Wahkan come pick you up and take you home…”

“No!” – Chayton exclaimed – “I’ve been so stupid, so selfish… I don’t deserve your love”. After a pause, the boy added: “Please, Kale, tell my master he’s not a ‘sir’, he’s Wahkan, and now I know what that means. Tell him just this. If he understands, if he remembers, he will hopefully take me back as his boy… Thank you Kale… I mean, thank you sir…”

The line went dead and Kale put away his phone; he took a deep breath and went back to the dining room, where everyone’s eyes fixated on him.

“It’s been the weirdest phone call I’ve ever had” – the counselor said, uncertain – “He said he doesn’t know if he’s fine, that now he’s found a place where to stay, that he used to have money…”

“Which we can translate” – Beau intervened, frowning – “by saying that Chayton is not fine, he’s living in flophouse and he has no money. We all respect Chayton’s spirit of independence, but we can’t let him live this way! Did he say where he is?”

“No” – Kale replied – “But he wanted me to relate a special message to Wahkan”. He turned to the Sioux and told him “Chayton said… uhm… that you’re not a ‘sir’, you are Wahkan…”

The wise Sioux tried to understand what the cryptic message could mean, but seemed lost, until Rowan said, almost to himself: “Back then, he didn’t know what that meant…” [2]

Wahkan stood up so quickly that the chair almost fell backwards: “Thanks Rowan! I remember now! I know where he is!” – and off he was.

Less than ten minutes later, Wahkan was in the maze of alleys behind the mall, standing in front of a building he knew well, as it had been his home for a few years. It was already run-down, back then, but now it was so ruined that it had been condemned.

That place brought sad and unpleasant memories to his mind, but he resolutely headed upstairs: his boy – yes, his boy! – was hurting and needed him…

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 39, ~ Crime-fitting punishment ~
[2] See Chapter 35, ~ A bitter man ~

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(End of Chapter 49 – Please proceed to Chapter 50)