Rowan's Journey to Manhood

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Every evening, Rowan relives the abuse he suffered until the age of 17; now he’s almost 30, but still he can’t forget. He can’t sleep at night, so he sleeps during daytime. He sneaks into the basement of a big house, where he meets Charlie, a 19 y.o. boy living upstairs, who unknowingly lets Rowan make the first step in his long journey to a mature sexuality, showing him the joyful side of sex and thrills him recounting his experiences in oral sex and post-orgasm torment. Then Rowan meets Alex, a muscular security guard who too lives “at the Cove” upstairs, and confronts him, thinking he is Charlie’s abusive father; but it turns out that the guard is Charlie’s loving master. Alex goes back upstairs and tells to his friend Kale, an Hawaiian school counselor who lives there, about Rowan.

Synopsys (*** Spoiler Alert! ***)

In the evening, Barry, a rugged oversexed worker, finds Rowan in the basement and tries to force himself on the guy. He looks like Rowan’s abusive stepfather, and the guy’s hysterical reaction shocks Barry, who calls Kale for help. The counselor is furious with Barry and tries to help the guy. During a dramatic night, Rowan reveals to Kale his past and then they make love.

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≈ BARRY. AND THEN, KALE. ≈

~ A horny worker ~

In that very moment Barry, while his friends Alex and Kale were still chatting in the living room, was storming home, unexpectedly early. He was furious. He worked as a foreman in a stone quarry, and of course the boss took it out on him for every problem that could slow down the site operations. And that day everything had gone wrong, so wrong that they had to close the site two hours early.

Driving under the hot late afternoon sun, he arrived in front of his house, the old 3-storey seaside house they all referred to as “the Cove”. He stopped across the road, briefly admiring that old house that he himself had renewed completely. He lazily rubbed his hand over the huge boner he was nursing in his old dirty work pants. Arguing with the boss always made him horny. Working hard always made him horny, too. Well – he had to reckon, with more than a hint of pride – almost everything made him horny.

When home, he would fuck one of his buddies, definitely. None of them ever refused to have sex with him. His rugged features and his muscular body, pumped up by years of hard manual labour, always drove men crazy with lust for him, and he loved looking at those men – all of them masculine and sexy in their own way – worship his massive body covered with a heavy layer of thick black hair and fall under the spell of his ice-blue blazing eyes.

Today he wanted to fuck someone really hot... The smart, calm Kale? He could resist the most savage assaults without even flinching, but this time he could finally break him and make him beg... Or maybe the tough, alpha male Alex? Nothing sexier than a proud top-man forced to surrender his precious ass to a tougher man.... O why not the elegant, refined Beau? It was always fun for Barry to fuck the shit out of the aristocratic Beau: leaving him devastated on the bed, with his fine clothes scattered around and his usually well-combed hair clinging in messy locks to his sweaty forehead gave him a secret pleasure. Not that anyone had ever heard Beau complain, either....

Barry’s cock twitched in anticipation while he scanned the roadside for a free spot where to park, but there were none. So he turned around the house and parked in the back lot. Climbing down the truck he glanced at the back of the house, facing the ocean. The house was built on a steep terrain, so that the large windows on the first floor stood several feet above the ground, graciously towering over the sturdy stone basement emerging from the bluff slope. The metal door of the utility room caught his expert eyes and he noticed the broken lock. “What the fuck...” – he grunted angrily, heading down to the basement door.

Inside, Rowan was sleeping restlessly, still wearing only a white towel around his hips. Once again, in his dream, he saw his stepfather undressing in front of the kid, looking at him with lustful eyes. He climbed on the bed and raised the kid’s legs, pointing his huge cock at the young ass.

“Daddy, no… Please, Daddy, it hurts… No… NO…! AAAAHH!!”

Rowan jumped out of the bed, panting, and looked in alarm at the sun setting into the ocean. He panicked: “He’s coming! He’s coming!”... And then the door crashed open!

“Who the fuck are you??” – Barry yelled at the guy, who was staring back at him with wide open eyes.

Barry scanned from head to toes Rowan’s almost naked body, his firm pecs and chiseled abs, and then down to the exceptionally slim waist, the loins cinched in the thin towel and the sinewy quivering legs. His long raven hair fell on his bony shoulders, creating a dramatic contrast with his milky pale skin. The almost feminine haircut didn’t lessen in any way the overall manly features of the guy, who stared back at him with his almost black eyes wide open, holding his breath, with an expression that was easily mistaken by the sex-driven Barry as pure lust.

He felt his cock stirring in his pants and his hand automatically started caressing the big bulge growing into his dirty work pants. He glanced at the guy lasciviously: “What we have here, a burglar? A homeless boy? Nice fuckin’ body you have there, boy...”

Rowan stared at Barry, frozen. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t even blink. The same rugged look, the same stubbled chin...! The same muscular build, the same lustful ice-blue eyes... His stepfather was back home! And now he would.... Oh god, no! Not again...!!

Barry walked around him, admiring the beautiful ass bulging under the thin towel. Unable to utter a word, Rowan stepped back, shaking his head, until his legs hit the bed. Barry raised one hand and pushed him down on the bed, holding the towel with the other hand; the guy bounced back on the bed, naked, staring at the man towering over him.

~ The nightmare is real ~

Barry removed his shirt covered with dust and then he pulled away his sweaty worn-out tank. He rubbed his hairy chest and his meaty nipples with his hand, gasping with pleasure. Then he slipped out of his work boots, unbuttoned his dirty work jeans and stepped out of them, without ever diverting his gaze away from the naked guy lying on the bed.

“I know you want it, eh, boy?” – Barry growled massaging the big bulge in his white briefs stained with sweat. He lowered the worn-out waistband of the briefs and his hefty cock sprang free, pointing menacingly at Rowan. The muscular worker climbed on the bed, his lustful eyes feasting on the lean, young body.

Rowan tried in vain to put up a fierce resistance to the strong, calloused hands parting and raising his legs, but the man effortlessly pushed back his legs further and further, until he felt his ass in full display, raised and vulnerable. Rowan felt the rancid smell of the man’s sweat and saw his huge veiny cock pointing straight to his ass, inexorably moving forward until the swollen cock head rested against the tightly clenched hole.

The voice of the kid living in his nightmares screamed in his mind and burst out from his throat: “Daddy, no… Please, Daddy, it hurts… No… NO…!”.

“Daddy?? Which fuckin’ daddy you talkin’ about?” – Barry said, puzzled, and then added with a smirk: “But yes, it may hurt a bit at first, but soon...“  His voice died in his throat when he glanced at Rowan’s dark eyes and was forcefully sucked into the twin black, bottomless lakes merging in a swirling black vortex of horror and desperation! For a moment, Barry felt like he was falling down, and forcefully moved his eyes away, his head spinning.

“Holy shit...” – Barry whispered, backing up in shock, while his cock went quickly limp between his legs. Rowan rolled on his side, in fetal position, sobbing: “No more, daddy... Please, no more... No more...”. Barry panicked: with his strength or his fists he could solve almost any problem, but this... this was totally beyond his abilities.

~ A well-deserved tongue-lashing ~

He quickly put on his jeans, took the phone and dialed a number: “Kale, are you home? Good, come down to the utility room, quick! There’s a guy... I don’t know... He’s crying and I...”. The phone went suddenly mute; in few seconds Barry heard Kale rushing downstairs and sighed with relief when he stormed through the door.

Kale quickly assessed the situation. The sobbing guy lying naked on the bed, the rugged worker still shirtless, the dirty white briefs left on the floor. It was more than obvious what had happened. Kale looked at the guy and his heart went out to him. In his experience as a school counselor, he had seen several abused boys, and Rowan was clearly one of them. “OK, buddy, let me take care of him.”

“Kale, I... I didn’t mean to...” – Barry tried to say, but Kale stopped him, hissing angrily: “Not now, for god’s sake! Take your clothes and go upstairs, and stay there until I come. Go!”

Barry felt guilty, but he wouldn’t admit it even to himself, and his anger flared when he heard Kale treating him like a piece of shit. He approached Kale with a threatening attitude and shoved him hard: “You don’t fuckin’ talk to me like that! I will break...”

Kale’s slanted eyes pierced him like a deadly laser. His voice was barely audible, but lashed Barry as a bull whip: “Nothing - nothing I say! - can be more important or urgent than helping this guy! Your guilty anger is insignificant, compared to the pain this guy is feeling, so restrain yourself and get out of the way!”

Barry faltered. He’d never seen those blazing eyes on Kale’s always gentle face, nor heard that ice-cold tone in his usually serene voice. It was frightening seeing the poised man he used to know turned into this wrathful god. Silently, Barry grabbed his briefs from the floor and quickly disappeared behind the stairs door.

~ Soothing voice ~

Kale turned to Rowan and his face softened in a compassionate expression. He sat on the bed, careful not to touch the guy, and called him softly: “Rowan... Rowan... Look at me, Rowan. I won’t hurt you, I promise. I’m here to help you. Let me help you, Rowan...”.

The guy stopped sobbing and slowly turned around. Kale’s slim physique and his colourful, clean shirt had a soothing effect on him. He looked up to Kale’s hazel eyes and whined: “He’s coming... He’s coming...”

“No, he’s not, Rowan” – Kale said in a reassuring, almost hypnotic tone – “No one is coming and no one will hurt you. You’re with me now, and I’ll take care of you. You can trust me, Rowan. If there’s one man in this world you can trust, it’s me. Do you trust me, Rowan?”

“Yes...” – was the uncertain, feeble reply. Rowan’s eyes wandered around the room and then fixed on Kale, silently asking for help. Then, with a more convinced tone, he repeated: “Yes.”  Kale sighed inwardly: a contact had been made.

He smiled at Rowan. “I’m Kale, I’m a counselor. I would like to know you better, but first you should wear something”. Rowan slowly got out of bed, still shaken, and grabbed a clean boxer brief, a worn-out jeans and a faded T-shirt he had neatly folded and placed near the hot boiler. For Rowan, wearing warm clothes always felt like receiving a long, loving hug.

“Now, is there anything you want to talk about, Rowan? Rest assured that anything we say here is strictly confidential, you can talk to me freely, it will be a secret between you and me”.

The sun had long set and the darkness was making Rowan anxious. The walls of the small room seemed to close around him, taking his breath away. He looked plaintively at Kale and said: “Can we go out to the beach, sir? Please, I can’t stay here...”.

~ Painful revelations ~

Kale nodded and followed Rowan out of the back door and onto the deserted beach. They sat down on the still warm sand, facing each other. Kale waited for the guy to calm down and then looked at him: “Do you feel to talk with me, Rowan?” The guy nodded, looking down at the sand, but remained silent. “Maybe you prefer me to ask you some questions?” Another nod.

“Rowan, I know it’s painful to talk about this, and if you don’t want to answer it’s OK,  we can just stay here in silence. But I have to ask you, and I hope you will tell me the truth. Did Barry, that hairy man in the basement, hurt you?”.  Rowan shook his head: “He scared me, I thought he would, but… he didn’t”.

“Then maybe your father? Did he ever hurt you... sexually? Did he ever force himself on you?”.  “My stepfather, yes...” – replied Rowan under his breath, sharing for the first time with another human being his inner drama. “I ran away from home when I was 17. I had to, because he… hurt me.”

“Once? Twice? How often?” – Kale insisted. A brief silence, and then: “Every night, sir...” – Rowan said, and his voice cracked, along with Kale’s heart.

“How...” – Kale gulped dry – “How old were you when he started hurting you, Rowan?”  The guy looked at Kale with wet eyes, trying to hold back his tears, but suddenly burst in a desperate cry: “I... I don’t even remember, sir!”.

The dam had crumbled and Rowan’s pain flowed out in a desperate, irrepressible sobbing. Kale threw his arms around Rowan and held him tight in a warm, comforting embrace: “Let it out, kid. Let it all out. I’m here, it’s over.”

~ A long, long night ~

Kale held Rowan in a tight hug for a long time. While the guy let out all the pain he had bottled deep inside for years, the man fought hard to keep a grip on himself: damn, he was not a trained psychiatrist, he was just a school counselor, and his emotional stability was dangerously wavering. He had helped boys abused once or twice, or maybe their father just tried to, but this guy had been serially abused during almost his entire childhood and teenage…

«I can’t do it… I can’t do it…» – Kale thought, holding Rowan tight. But then the words he himself had hissed to Barry earlier bounced back to his mind: “Nothing - nothing I say! - can be more important or urgent than helping this guy!”.

This boosted Kale’s confidence, and he held Rowan with renewed strength, taking his overwhelming pain on himself and trying to be a solid rock for him to cling to. Little he knew that soon he would have used up all his remaining strength: Rowan’s tale was not over, yet. The lid of Pandora’s box had been lifted.

When Rowan was able to talk again, Kale held him at arm’s length and gave him the most comforting glance he was capable of. God, how hard the counselor wished to put this trial on an end! But he knew that Rowan had to put out everything, not only with his tears, but voicing his deepest pain and recounting all the nightmares he was forced to live.

“Tell me all about it, Rowan. Tell me everything. Throw at me your pain, your fears, and you’ll feel better.”

Rowan, in his uncertain, old-fashioned English, told to Kale, in full detail, his recurring nightmare, when his stepfather, his “daddy”, back home from work at sunset, undressed in front of him, with a horny smile, and then raped him, ignoring his pleads for mercy [1].

Not a single gory detail was spared to Kale, who bravely listened at Rowan describing the piercing pain he felt every time his daddy unceremoniously shoved his cock into his young ass, the disgust in smelling his rancid sweat and hearing his beastly grunts, the horror of feeling the man’s semen slowly flowing out of his abused anus.

Hearing the physical description of Rowan’s stepfather, with his muscular and furry body, his huge cock, his ice-blue eyes, made Kale realize how similar Rowan’s daddy and Barry were, and understood with a pang of pain how deeply his buddy’s forceful approach had hurt Rowan’s tortured soul.

“In the end I learned to stay still and let him satisfy his brutish instincts over me” – said Rowan, almost in trance – “but sometimes I couldn’t restrain myself and sought escape from him. Those were the times he used the ropes.”

“He did... what??” – exclaimed Kale, hoping to have misunderstood Rowan’s words.

“He restrained me on the bed, sir, facing down, using the ropes to tie my limbs wide apart to the four bedposts. And when I was immobilized, helpless, he... penetrated me, savagely, to punish me for my misbehavior.”

Kale was heaving, trying to cope with the terrible picture Rowan’s sharp tale was drawing in his mind. He didn’t expect the next blow, he didn’t see it coming, but it came, and hit Kale like a stab in the heart.

“Sometimes he was not alone” – Rowan said, and his words hung for a while in the silent dark air...

He paused, trying to gather the strength to recall to his mind his most painful, humiliating memories. He was totally unaware that Kale, at the same time, was trying to gather his own strength, to face this last horror.

“Every now and then my stepfather, on his way home, attended a sordid venue with his fellow workers, sharing liquors and loutish tales with them. If he felt inclined so, he invited a couple of his friends to follow him at home. And then, he... offered my loins to them, for them to take pleasure over me... any way they liked.”

Rowan stood silent, looking down at the sand. He had no more words to say, nor tears to cry. And that was when he heard Kale’s muffled sobs.

~ Love conquers all ~

Kale was petrified. In his profession, he had dealt with cases of abuse, but nothing could prepare him to this. The hurting guy needed his help, and throughout the long night he had put an heroic effort in holding back his own tears, keeping a calm and reassuring tone, and taking away the pain from Rowan’s tortured soul, but the burden that oppressed his heart had grown heavier than he could bear.

They threw themselves in each other’s arms, holding each other in a silent, tight, soothing hug. In the darkest hour of the night, on the solitary beach, the Hawaiian counselor and the troubled guy shared an intense moment of pure intimacy, creating a strong bound that would tie the two of them for a very long time.

After a seemingly endless time, they emerged back to reality and looked into each other’s eyes. The grief sorrow had somewhat given way to a weary relief and both pair of eyes gleamed with warm affection, heartily gratitude and...  a timid, tentative love.

“Sir... Kale...” – Rowan said with uncertain voice after a long, meaningful silence – “May I... ehm... May I... make love to you?”

For sure, a trained psychiatrist would have refused such an offer, made by a troubled, vulnerable patient. But Kale had not such strength. In a rush of love, they sealed their mouths in a ravenous, passionate kiss. Their tongues searched each other, their hands eagerly explored their bodies, pulling away one by one their clothing.

When they stopped to catch their breath, Kale found himself lying naked on the sand, on his back, with Rowan over him. “Rowan... are you sure you want it?” – Kale asked, voicing the doubt that had been lying in a recess of his mind for a while. “I need it, Kale. I need it like never in my life...”

The hot Hawaiian man, keeping his eyes into Rowan’s, slowly raised his legs and locked them around the guy’s torso. Rowan spat in his hand and massaged his hard dick, pointing it to Kale’s anus. He faltered for a moment, but Kale reassured him: “I want it, Rowan. Make love to me. I need to feel you inside me...”

~ Hot passion ~

The guy thrust gently his hips and let out a loud sigh, savouring the velvety insides of Kale’s ass, rested for a moment and then started pumping slowly, each time getting farther into the man’s fiery depths. Their moans resounded in the deserted beach, filling the darkness surrounding them.

At each thrust, Kale pushed up his hips, inviting his lover’s cock deeper and deeper into him. Rowan lowered his head to Kale’s chest and flicked his tongue over his erect nipple, making him writhe with pleasure. When he recoiled, Kale reached with one hand his lover’s pecs and dug his fingers into his firm flesh, while stroking his own cock with the other hand.

Rowan shoved his cock into the tender ass with increasing passion, until it rested on Kale’s inner sphincter. With a gentle pressure, he got inside the man’s most intimate depth. “Aaahhh” – sighed Kale, in a sexual ecstasy, offering his body to his lover completely – “I’m yours, Rowan... Take me... Aaahh!”

Rowan’s loins pounded hard his lover’s ass, bringing him closer and closer to his climax. “Give me it all, Rowan!” – screamed Kale, about to explode – “Give me your passion, as you gave me you pain! I’m cumming... I’m... Aaaaaagh!”.

Kale’s hand flew over his own cock while white streams of sperm landed on his chest and abs. Bucking his hips wildly, Kale sank into his own pleasure, holding tight to his lover. Rowan, too, couldn’t hold any more and locked eye with Kale, like he had done with Charlie [2]. “Thank you, Kale... This is for you... For... Ugghhh!”

Rowan’s climax was powerful as always and exploded with irrepressible force. He winced, but forcefully kept his eyes open and locked into Kale’s, sharing with him his passion, offering him his overwhelming pleasure and opening his bare soul to the man who that night had shared with him the burden of his nightmares.

The force and the pureness of Rowan’s passion, flowing freely between their eyes, washed away, like a rising tide, the pain, the horror, the grief they both had experienced that night. Kale dove into Rowan’s dark eyes and could see deep into his most intimate recesses, his fears, his traumas, but also his love and his need to be loved.

In a remote part of his mind, Kale knew that the guy’s cock was still throbbing and spurting hot juice inside him, in a seemingly endless ejaculation. Eventually, the orgasm subsided, and Rowan murmured: “I need a moment to rest... Hold me, Kale, don’t leave me...”. And then he collapsed onto his lover.

Kale held him tight, feeling his heart thumping in his heaving chest. He was a bit worried for Rowan’s apparent unconsciousness, but that night had been a real rollercoaster, and he himself needed time to clear up his mind.

~ Rowan is not alone any more ~

In few minutes, Rowan silently rose and they both started dressing. Kale threw his arm over his friend’s shoulders and they headed to the house, now clearly visible in the rose-tinted dawn. “Rowan, I’m here to help you, and I know you can come out of this nightmare, you have the strength to do it. But I won’t tell you lies: the road that will lead you to a serene, healthy life will be long, and hard to go.”

“However...” – Kale added with a lighter tone and a knowing smile – “...I think you have already taken the first step on this road. I’ve been told you became friend with Charlie, right? Well, he’s a good kid. Cling to him and you’ll be fine.”

They walked together, side by side, like two friends going back home from a dangerous adventure. While walking, the guy told to Kale about his life on the streets and how hard it was to find a place where to sleep and rustle some food. To the East, the sun was raising in the clear sky. Rowan suddenly gasped: “Oh dear, I did not show up at my workplace! The boss warned me: one absence from work and he would fire me. I have to look for another occupation... and I’ve lost my weekly wage, too! Oh dear...”.

Kale kept the guy at arm’s length and reassured him: “Now you have friends that will take care of you, don’t worry”. They stopped in front of the metal door leading to Rowan’s ‘home’ and Kale smiled: “Hey, buddy, has anyone ever told you you talk weird?”. They both laughed.

They entered the metal door, and while Rowan was heading to the shower, Kale’s mind ran to Barry, who was probably sleeping in his comfortable bed with a satisfied smile on his face. And the ice-cold fury that exploded in him earlier in the evening flashed again in his eyes.

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 1, ~ An abusive dad ~
[2] See Chapter 2, ~ Intimacy unveiled ~

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