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, but things go bad for him and he asks for help. Wahkan goes rescue him and there is a moving reconciliation.

Synopsys

Brennan interviews the candidates to be hired as resident staff for Rice-Duncan mansion, and a waiter catches his (and Kale's)... "special attention". Rowan unexpectedly gets news about his real father, Caleb, from a man who used to know him. Back at home, Rowan overcomes his limits, engaging into a hot three-way with Alex and Stewart.

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≈ MAISON DE LA MOTTE ≈ 

~ A surprise for Kale ~

“Will you come with me at Rice-Duncan mansion, sir? I mean, Maison de la Motte!” – Brennan asked to Kale while having breakfast – “I can’t ask Beau, as he wants to see the house at the grand opening, not a moment before. I have to go there to meet the personnel I’ve selected as resident staff”.

“Are you sure you need me, Brennan?” – Kale replied, perplexed and a bit ashamed – “I know nothing of butlers, valets and housekeepers…”

“Don’t worry, sir, I don’t need assistance, it’s just that… ehm… I don’t want to be alone. I’m going to interview and hire men often older than me, and… I don’t know… I need you sir!”

The counselor smiled and placed his hand over Brennan’s and said: “I’m coming with you”.

In less than an hour, they were at the old mansion, walking along the entryway to the ballroom. Brennan seemed excited like a child holding a great secret, and Kale smiled and said: “Come on, spill it! What’s the secret?”

“It’s not a secret, sir, it’s… a gift! For you, sir…” – Brennan replied, handing a key to the Hawaiian. “A gift for me?” – he exclaimed, surprised – “Thank you, kid! But… what is this key?”

In response, Brennan turned around and headed to the grand staircase, followed by Kale; they climbed to the second floor and walked to a closed door: “This one, sir. Use your key”.

Kale unlocked the door and opened it. He gasped loud when he saw a fully equipped playroom like the one he had at the Cove, with ropes and chains hanging from the ceiling, metal rings fixed to the floor, and a large collection of toys of any kind, dildos, Hitachi electric wands, nipple clamps, fleshlights and many other items.

“I’m… shocked!” – Kale breathed, astonished – “It’s wonderful!”

“It’s my special gift for you, sir!” – Brennan beamed, but then added with a little embarrassment – “though I paid everything with Beau’s credit card, of course…”

“You know it’s not a matter of money, kid… You thought of me, of my desires, and you came up with… this! Thank you so much!!” – the counselor exclaimed, holding Brennan in a tight bear hug. Then he recoiled and looked at the boy with an urchin smile: “Maybe we could test the equipment…”

“I would gladly oblige, sir” – Brennan replied, suddenly taking a formal attitude – “but the gentlemen I have to interview should be here, by now. Better go downstairs”.

~ Interviews ~

Brennan was right: out of the main door there was a group of men, guys and boys waiting for him. “Good morning gentlemen” – Brennan said with a professional tone – “Please come inside”.

The group, led by Brennan, entered the ample ballroom, and they all gasped with surprise for the grandeur of the room. “Please take a seat, so we can begin with the interviews”.

A guy in his thirties got closer with a patronizing attitude and asked: “Are we going to be interviewed by you, kid?”

“Sir, if you don’t mind, mister… Kendall” ­– Brennan replied coldly, browsing the papers and finding the man’s application – “Thank you for coming. You know the way out.”

“What??” – the man yelled, angry – “Are you rejecting me without even an interview? You spoiled brat! I’ll teach you some manners!”.  He menacingly raised his fist, ready to punch Brennan on his face, but the boy stood tall, looking at the man defiantly.

“I think you are the one in need of learning some manners!” – a muscular man growled, placing a big hand on the guy’s arm and painfully twisting it backwards – “You heard the master: go away and don’t you dare to come back ever more!”

Kendall went away and Kale, who was looking at them from away, sighed with relief. Brennan extended his hand to the muscular man: “Thank you very much, mister…”

“Lawrence, Max Lawrence” – he replied, shaking Brennan’s hand – “Handyman. I mean, aspiring handyman”.  “You’re hired, Lawrence” – Brennan said resolutely – “Please wait here; as soon as I hire the butler, you’ll be assigned a room in the servants’ quarter”.

Kale was surprised by the maturity, the authoritativeness and the… British aplomb shown by Brennan, and his respect grew even more when the boy started asking technical questions to the aspiring butlers, housekeepers, maids and valets and showing a great knowledge about their jobs.

«He may look like a kid, but he’s a young man» – Kale though – «Beau must be proud of him… and himself: if the boy could grow up so much in few months it’s thanks to the loving care Beau has for him…”

A loud crash made Kale snap out of his thoughts; an aspiring waiter had let a tray fall to the floor and was standing embarrassed in front of Brennan. “I’m so sorry, sir…” – he murmured – “I grant you I’m not used to incidents like this. Please, let me try again…”

Brennan looked at the guy, a tall young man in his late twenties, with a lean muscular physique and very dark black hair; he looked quite hairy everywhere, judging from his forearms covered with a layer of black hair and the thick tuft of hair peeking out from the open shirt. He was so sexy!

The guy lowered his voice and whispered to Brennan: “I understand that this will be an all-men staff for an all-men house. I… ehm… I’m ready to do whatever you ask me, sir. Whatever, sir. I badly need this job, please give me a chance”.

“Whatever, mister… Rodgers?” – Brennan inquired – “I see from your résumé you’ve been married to a lady until recently. The… services you are offering yourself for may turn out to be quite unpleasant to you, being this an… all-men house, as you noted. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am. I can’t deny I’m totally into women; I’ve never… done anything with a man” – the guy said, uneasy – “But I’m offering you my… services nevertheless. I need this job, sir”.

Kale, unnoticed, was listening attentively; he knew how correct Brennan was, and was more than sure that the boy would’ve soon told the guy that no one would ever force him to have gay sex against his will. But he gasped when he heard Brennan reply: “OK then, Rodgers. Let’s see how much… dedicated to the job you can be. Come with me.”

~ Gay sex for a straight guy ~

Walking to the staircase, Brennan got closer to Kale and calmly said: “Would you please come with us, sir? We may need to use your room, if you don’t mind”.

“Are you sure?” – the counselor asked, looking at both the boy and the guy, as the question was actually for both of them. Rodgers nodded affirmatively and Brennan said: “Yes sir. You know you can trust me”.

“OK…” – Kale said, uncertain, leading the way to the playroom. When he opened the door, Rodgers gasped loud, and a tense frown appeared on his face, looking at the many restraint devices. “You’re free to go, Rodgers” – Brennan warned – “No one is going to force you”.

The guy gulped down and breathed: “I’m.. I’m ready”.

As they entered the room, the Scottish guy said: “Remember, Rodgers: you can stop whatever is going on and be set free anytime; just say the safe word ‘thunder’. Rodgers nodded and Brennan started tying the guy to the ropes hanging from the ceiling and to the rings on the floors.

When done, the guy was immobilized and helpless, in a wide spread-eagle position. Brennan undid one button of the guy’s shirt, then another, revealing a lean chiseled chest covered with a thin layer of raven black hair. The small nipples were turgid and stiff as spikes. Brennan licked one finger and brushed the very tip of the guy’s titty, barely touching it. Rodgers uttered a chocked squeal and his abs tightened, as he didn’t expect that such a delicate touch could elicit such a strong sensation.

“Are you still sure you want to do it?” – Brennan asked, and the guy gulped dry, visibly scared, and replied under his breath: “Do to me whatever you want, sir”.

Kale was looking at Brennan aghast, and he was about to stop this unacceptable sexual harassment, when he heard Brennan say: “The job is yours, Rodgers. I’m sorry for putting you in such predicament. I felt actually insulted when you offered me sexual services, but I understood you did so just because you badly need this job”.

“So, aren’t you going to do to me anything?” – the guy asked with trembling voice. “Of course not, Rodgers” – Brennan replied, buttoning up the guy’s shirt – “Rest assured that here no one will ever ask you to do anything against your will. Never. Sir, will you please set him free?” – he concluded, turning to Kale – “I have to go back downstairs in a hurry”.

The Scottish quickly went away and Kale got closer to the bound guy; when he knelt down to untie his ankles, he noticed a straining bulge in the guy’s pants. He was hard. More than hard!

“Please, sir…” – the guy whined. “Just a moment” – Kale replied – “I’m setting you free”.

“No! I mean… Please, sir…” – Rodgers rambled, and Kale looked up at him, puzzled: “What do you want me to do?”

“Would you please… do to me what your friend did few moments ago?”

“You mean… this?” – the counselor asked, unbuttoning again the guy’s shirt and lightly brushing a wet finger on his nipple. “Ooohh…! Yessss….! Oh gawd!!” – Rodgers screamed, unable to repress the jolt of lust that irradiated from his nipple and exploded in his groin, making his cock even harder.

Kale completely unbuttoned the guy’s shirt and opened it, revealing a chiseled torso, probably honed doing some manual job; the counselor’s hand slid down the abs to the pants and grabbed the stiff cock straining to be set free.

“No!” – the guy exclaimed, instinctively moving his hips away. Kale immediately halted: “No?” – he asked – “Do you want me to untie you? Just say the safe word…”

The guy didn’t say anything. Gazing into his pleading eyes, the sensible counselor understood: the guy wanted him to go on, but wasn’t ready to give up on his straight attitude. He needed to be “forced”, but Kale knew he was drifting on thin ice…

Again, he grabbed the guy’s bulge, following with his hand the hips unsuccessfully trying to evade his touch. “You can’t go anywhere…” – he said in a low voice, flashing an urchin grin and tightening his fingers around the stiff package.

He went on for a short while, titillating the guy’s nipple and his straining bulge, until he sensed that he was about to cream his pants. He withdrew his hands and knelt down to untie one ankle. Rodgers feared he was going to release him; torn between the desire to stay tied up and the fear of admitting he was liking to be restrained, he just uttered a long feeble whine, shooting a pleading glance at Kale.

“I told you, you’re not going anywhere” – the Hawaiian said, faking a menacing tone. He untied one ankle and stood up; looking straight at the guy, he unbuttoned his pants and roughly pulled them down and out of the free leg, leaving them on the floor, around the other ankle, still tied to the floor.

Then he slid his thumbs into the elastic waistband of guy’s boxer brief, obscenely tenting around his stiff cock; the guy tried to move his hips away, in a last desperate effort of avoiding the unavoidable, and Kale growled: “I like shy straight guys…”, abruptly pulling the underwear down.

Rodgers gasped loud, feeling his cock bounce wildly up and down, but Kale was not looking it: he was re-tying the free ankle to the floor. “That’s how I like my guys: naked and helpless!” – he said seductively, curling his fist around the engorged stiff pole.

“Mmmhh… aahh... no-no-no…!” – the guy moaned, shaking his head, clearly still playing the role of the straight guy; Kale played the game: “Squirming and recoiling is useless: whether you want or not…” – he said in a mocking tone, kneeling in front of the naked guy – “…I’ll make you cum like never in your life...”

~ Forced ~

And with that, he engulfed the guy’s stiff cock into his mouth, using one hand to massage the shaft and the other one to play with his balls.

The guy moaned loud and his hips involuntarily started pumping back and forth, in an attempt to face-fuck his captor. “Aaaahh… yeah… yeah…”, he moaned, keeping his eyes tight shut, and soon the movements of his hips became frantic: “Mmmhh… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum!!”

“Not so fast, stud…” – Kale said with a stern voice, stopping both his mouth and his hands – “Open your eyes and look at me. Look at me! You will cum when I tell you to, not a moment before. No matter what. OK, boy?”

Rodgers, still breathless, could do nothing but nod; his face was bright red for the exertion, the denied orgasm and for the (delightful) humiliation of being so much under Kale’s control that even his own orgasm, the most private act for a man, was literally in his captor’s hands.

Kale cupped again the guy’s balls, but this time his fingers sneaked behind them, brushing along the perineum and intruding into the deep crack of Rodger’s ass; the restless fingers explored and sneaked around until they found their target, the guy’s tight virgin hole. The moment Kale’s fingertip pressed at the center of the puckered membrane and felt it tighten even more, both victim and captor gasped loud: Rodgers, for the fear/desire to feel his secluded portal violated, and the Hawaiian because his cock, still locked in his pants, was so hard that it hurt.

He definitely wanted to pop the guy’s cherry and fuck him to oblivion, but he knew he couldn’t: not only he didn’t want to abuse the guy, but he didn’t want to break the rule forbidding to have sex with men out of the Cove. No, he had to keep his pants on. «But this doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun…» – Kale thought with a mischievous smirk, looking around in search of a particular tool… He moved to a bench and took a jar of lubricant and a slender, smooth straight dildo: he knew that even the tightest virgin hole, properly lubricated, could take such a small tool; and besides, that particular dildo had an interesting additional function…

He went back to the guy, who in the meantime had caught his breath; his cock was still rock-hard and spilling pre-cum. Kale picked some lubricant and smeared it on the guy’s hole. “Wh… What are you going to do to me?” – Rodgers asked, but soon regretted it, fearing to have sounded too eager. But Kale, sensible as always, went on playing his authoritarian part: “I’ll do to you whatever I fuckin’ like to do. Now shut up! From now on I don’t want to hear the faintest sound from you, OK? Not a sound!!”

«Am I wicked…» – Kale thought, smiling inwardly and foretasting the struggle of the guy when, in few moments, he would have to take the dildo up his virgin ass without being able to even moan. «Oh, but he will moan, granted!» – he silently giggled.

“Not a sound…” – Kale repeated, looking straight into the guy’s eyes and kneeling between his spread legs. He pressed the pointed tip of the dildo on the puckered hole and slowly pushed it inside, checking the guy for possible signs of pain. Rodgers was perfect: he didn’t utter the faintest sound, though his expression of fear, surprise and anticipation was priceless.

The smooth dildo entered effortlessly the tight anus without causing any pain to the guy; inch by inch, it crawled its way into the guy’s tender linings, until it touched the prostate. Kale immediately spotted the silent, stifled gasp signaling that he’d hit the spot. He moved the dildo gently, pressing on the prostate, while with the other hand he resumed jacking the guy off.

Rodgers kept his lips stoically sealed, while his entire body squirmed under the pressure building into his groin. The dildo in his ass didn’t cause any discomfort, on the contrary: it felt so good! And that special spot inside him that was relentlessly worked over was sending his sexual system in overdrive… His cock, fisted masterfully by the tanned man, was on fire, and he felt he could explode anytime soon.

Then, everything stopped. The dildo was stood still in his ass, gently pressing against his magic spot; the hand on his cock stood still, holding tight the base of the shaft. Rodgers was too dazed to think straight and stood there for few moments, panting.

And then everything happened at the same time: he heard a click and the small dildo started vibrating madly against his magic spot, sending wave after excruciating wave of pleasure through his spine; and the tanned man engulfed his entire cock with his hot mouth, gulping it all down his throat and bobbing frantically his head back and forth; and the man’s other hand rose up to his nipples, the exceptionally sensitive nipples he didn’t even know to have, titillating them and sending jolts of pleasure to his groin.

Rodgers felt lost, as his entire body was a bundle of sex. He felt his head spin and his knees go weak, while his ear resounded with a scream, a long, high-pitched scream that bounced on the bare walls, until he realized that it was him the one to scream.

“AAAAAAIIEEEEEEHHHH!!!!” – he screamed, almost without taking breath, while every single muscle of his body stiffened to provide the most explosive, excruciating, merciless orgasm he’d ever experienced.

One, two, three… nine thick shots of cream erupted from his engorged cock and flooded Kale’s mouth, while the dildo, with his maddening buzz, went on crushing on his tender spot cruelly. Rodgers screamed until he ran out of air and sperm; when his hips finally stopped bulking, he felt his cock being released from the man’s avid mouth and the dildo sliding out of his ass.

Rodgers stood still for a couple minutes, hanging from the ropes with his head bowed on his chest, until he felt two loving hands gently raising his face. The tanned man was looking at him, and his eyes were… smiling!

“Look at me, Rodgers” – Kale said in the most tender tone, slowly moving his lips towards the guy’s – “I’m a man. And I’m going to kiss you. Deep, tongue and all.”

The guys faintly shook his head: “No… Please, not this…”

Kale didn’t stop, and while getting closer he breathed: “Say the safe word and I will stop…”

Rodgers parted his lips… and silently welcomed Kale’s worming tongue into his mouth.

~ Gerry, the grizzly bear ~

In the meantime, Rowan was rushing to the building supply warehouse, because the architect told him that the parquet was insufficient to restore the attic’s floor.

“Gerry! I’m so glad you’re still here!” – the guy exclaimed, entering the warehouse and spotting his favorite worker – “Do you remember that chestnut parquet you sent over at Rice-Duncan mansion? I need three hundred square feet more… Please, tell me you have some more of that parquet, or I’m in big trouble, as the grand opening is in two days!”

“Hey, hey, calm down, kid!” – Gerry replied, flashing a reassuring smile – “Take a deep breath and wait for a moment and let old Gerry make his magic…”

Rowan couldn’t help but smile tenderly at the man. He was in his early sixties, and a touch of silver lit up his brown hair and his thick beard (and also his hairy chest, Rowan noticed, peeking into the man’s open shirt); but his physique was still impressive, used as it was to work in a warehouse, moving every day heavy parcels and materials. Rowan had always found him quite sexy, but what really won his heart was his fatherly attitude: whatever the problem, he always had a reassuring tone or a soothing word.

And then there were his eyes… There was something special in Gerry’s beautiful light green eyes that deeply hit Rowan: it was a sort of distant pain, a hidden sorrow that the man always tried to conceal, but every now and then it resurfaced.

It had happened several times that Rowan spotted Gerry looking at him across the room, with an unspoken sadness veiling his eyes…

Since the first time they met, few months before, Rowan and Gerry immediately became friends, even more than friends: between them there was an undercurrent of affection, esteem, and… maybe something more. At least by Rowan’s side: he always found Gerry sexy, with his mature look, his serene attitude and his steely muscles covered with a thick layer of salt-and-pepper hair: he really was a grizzly bear!

But he’d been told that Gerry was married, or had been married… And anyway, there was the age difference of almost thirty years: Rowan couldn’t care less (on the contrary, the silver streaks in Gerry’s beard gave to the guy a special thrill…), but still it was an additional obstacle to any possible… dream. Rowan had never made mystery of his being gay, but he never talked about his sexual inclinations to Gerry: what for? He was straight and much older than him: he couldn’t be possibly interested in Rowan.

And yet, Rowan felt a great affection for the man; though not particularly prone to express his love physically, every time he saw Gerry, he felt the irrepressible urge to hug him tight, to press his face on his muscular chest and melt into his strong arms. But of course he restrained himself, as he couldn’t know how Gerry would’ve reacted: he seemed such a private person!

The man’s warm, deep voice snapped him out of his thoughts: “And voilà!” – he said joyfully, pointing at some big packs near the wall – three hundred square feet of chestnut parquet!”

“Oh, thank you so much, Gerry! You really saved me!” – Rowan exclaimed, and without thinking twice he threw his arms around the buff man. Gerry reciprocated the hug, and held Rowan tight for a bit too long, unwilling to let him go. When he recoiled, Rowan spotted again that deep sadness in his eyes… He wanted to ask, to know, but he didn’t dare to nose into the man’s intimate secrets.

In the rush of hugging the man, Rowan had forgotten to close his backpack, and its content had spilled on the ground. There wasn’t much to pick up: just the house keys, a fresh clean t-shirt and three old photos, that he always kept with him: they were the only three existing photos of his biological father, and were by far Rowan’s most cherished possession.

“What a stupid I am…” – Rowan murmured, embarrassed for his goofiness; he bent over to pick up his things, immediately followed by Gerry, who reassured him: “It’s nothing… Here, we’re already done, see?” – he said, smiling, while handing to Rowan his keys and the photos. He glanced at the old pictures and he gasped: “Caleb?? Oh, my… This is Caleb! It’s been… how long? …thirty years! Caleb… After so many years I still miss him…”

~ Caleb ~

Rowan’s eyes widened, and his heart raced: “Did you know him?”

“Know? We were inseparable, kid! Look at this picture…” – Gerry said, pointing to a portrait of Caleb, in his leather jacket, standing near his shining motorbike and grabbing his crotch in a menacing attitude, but his smiling eyes revealed he was just faking – “Who do you think shot it? Me! He said he wanted a memory to leave to…”.  He gasped, raised his eyes to Rowan and completed his sentence: “…his son! You are Caleb’s son!”

Rowan nodded affirmatively, but he couldn’t speak, as the intense emotion made his throat tighten and his eyes well with tears. The guy looked at Gerry with a dreaming expression: he knew his father! They were friends! For so many years his father was for Rowan just a name and an old photo: he had died when he was only three years old and he had no proper memories of his father…

But Gerry surely had lots of memories of his friend! “Talk me about him, Gerry… What was he like?” – Rowan asked with trembling voice – “Was he tough? Was he kind?”.  He didn’t dare to ask the question that, above all, burned on his tongue: ‘did he love me?’

“Were you his best friend?” – Rowan asked instead, and frowned a little when Gerry lowered his gaze and looked around, as if he was uncertain about what to say.

“We were… something more that best friend…” – he eventually revealed, and then looked deep into Rowan’s eyes: “Are you shocked?”

Rowan shook his head and flashed a timid smile: “I feel attracted by you. Are you shocked?”

Gerry’s roaring laughter echoed in the ample room: “Kid, you’re something else! You make me feel long forgotten thrills…” – his tone became dreaming – “The same thrills that I felt thirty years ago whenever I looked at Caleb…”

“But… wasn’t my father married?” – Rowan inquired – “I mean, I’m his son, so he must…”

“We were both married, and as far as I know I’ve been Caleb’s only… male lover. He was so manly, so confident! I too was a strictly top-man, always been my whole life, but with Caleb I… I felt different. He made love to me in ways that… oh, shit!” –  he exclaimed, ashamed, trying to conceal the hard-on in his pants.

Rowan flashed at the man a reassuring smile tinged with a hint of joyful lust: “Don’t worry, that’s something we can easily fix…” – he said with a seductive tone, extending a hand to caress the bulge into the man’s tight pants. But much to Rowan’s surprise, Gerry stepped back in a hurry, suddenly serious, and exclaimed: “What are you doing?!”

“Oh… I… I’m sorry…” – Rowan stuttered, mortified – “I was just… I’m so very sorry, sir!” – he whined, now addressing Gerry as ‘sir’ for the embarrassment. The guy hastened to stuff all his few belongings into the backpack and turned around to run away, but a strong hand held him: “Wait, wait, kid” – Gerry said in a conciliatory tone – “I’m sorry, I overreacted… It’s just that… that…” – he left the sentence incomplete, but his eyes were again veiled with that unspoken sadness that Rowan had seen many times.

“I’d better go back to the Cove, now” – Rowan said with an uncertain smile – “But I hope we can talk again about my father… There are so many things I want to know about him!”

“You have the right to know, and I’ll tell you everything…” – Gerry replied with a smile, that soon faded on his face – “…though there are memories I wish I could forget. I was with him the day he had the accident, I saw him dying, and all these years didn’t lessen in any way the pain”.

Rowan wanted to tell to Gerry a million things, but he could only murmur: “Thank you…”. He leaned over and gave a tender kiss on the man’s cheek, then turned around and went away.

~ Three’s (not) a crowd ~

While Rowan walked back home, at the Cove Stewart was leisurely sprawled on the big sofa in his suite, chatting with Alex. They had met at breakfast, as usual, but that morning they both felt their groin tingle, and soon they got a playful sexual banter going.

Now, looking at each other across the sofa, the air was slowly becoming filled with a friendly sexual tension. The two men were studying each other, as to decide what would’ve come next. With the excuse of the still hot weather, despite being mid-September, the had both stripped to their underwear: Stewart was wearing an army-green tight boxer-brief, while Alex proudly sported his customary loose white brief, the only piece of underwear that could comfortably hold in place his remarkable manhood.

Apparently, they were talking of meaningless little things like the breakfast, the weather and their jobs, but what really mattered were their unspoken messages… Alex casually scratched his balls, flaunting his bulge. Stewart turned a bit toward the bulky guard, as if searching for a more comfortable position, and placed a naked foot on the sofa, spreading his legs wide. Alex “replied” placing his hand on his chest and nonchalantly playing with his body hair and circling his nipples with one finger. The airman, faking a great interest in what his buddy was saying, “absentmindedly” wetted his lips with the tip of his tongue.

They were trying to conceal their real intentions, but their bodies betrayed them, as both their cock started growing stiffer into their confinement. Alex leaned forward a bit, looking straight at Stewart, who slightly shifted his hips on the cushion, so to assume a more reclined position. Their hearts were racing, and they were an inch from throwing themselves onto each other, when the door opened.

“Hey Stewart, Rick says the lunch will…” – Rowan said joyfully, entering the room, but suddenly realized there was something going on: “Oh!! I’m so sorry, sirs!”, he said, embarrassed, instinctively addressing them as ‘sirs’, overawed by the masculine power of the men’s almost naked bodies. The air smelled sex, and for a moment no one said a single word.

Rowan turned to go away, mumbling embarrassed excuses, but both men said in unison: “Wait!”, and Rowan halted.  “Come here, don’t go away” – Stewart added, soon echoed by Alex: “Yeah, sit down kid, here between us…”

When the guy took place on the sofa, Stewart started “casually” touch him with the foot he was keeping on the cushion, while Alex moved closer, much closer, and started brushing a finger on the guy’s arm: “I’d say the guy is bit overdressed, for such a hot day… Don’t you think so, Stu?”

“Definitely!” – the airman replied, with a lustful smirk, apparently failing to notice that Rowan was wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of Bermuda cargo shorts – “Stand up, soldier, and remove the excess clothing!”

With a knowing grin, Rowan stripped to his underwear and stood in front of the sofa, in a military pose, waiting for orders; inside his thin, worn out boxers, his cock twitched, remembering the hot military fantasy he once played for Stewart, in the gym [1], and the hot “lesson” that Alex once taught him, about surrendering to authority [2].

“So what, kid?” – Alex said abruptly, faking a commanding tone and spreading his legs wide – “There are two big cocks to service, get to work!”

“Yes, sir!” – Rowan exclaimed, goofily trying to make a military salute with quite a hilarious outcome. Stifling a laughter, both men took off their underwear, and Rowan immediately knelt down, between Alex’ legs. He stood for a moment, keeping the thick tool in his hand and looking at it with lust and reverence, and then opened his mouth and started sucking it greedily, with passion, while his other hand reached to Stewart’s cock and begun an intense jack off.

“Yeah, kid, suck it! Suck it hard!” – Alex exclaimed, deliberately using a coarse tone; and Stewart echoed him: “Work my meat, soldier! Aaahh… Service your commander!”

Rowan moved back and forth between the two engorged cocks, licking, sucking and wanking them until they were both rock hard. Then the two men stood up and forcefully pushed Rowan down to the sofa, flaunting their hard cocks in front of his face. “Get on it, boy!” – Alex commanded, moving his hips next to Stewart’s, so that their cock almost touched.

The guy didn’t need to be told twice: he opened his jaws wide and took both cocks into his mouth; he did his best, but they were too thick to let him suck them at the same time, so he started sucking one, while rubbing the other one on his face, smearing pre-cum all over his cheeks.

“Enough!” – Stewart said sternly after a while – “Strip naked, soldier, and prepare to have your ass split open by your commander’s cock!”

“Why you?” – Alex intervened – “I have a bigger cock, and I’ll be the one to break into the kid’s ass!”

Rowan stood up, smiling at the men’s sexual banter; and when he took off his underwear, he was sporting a stiff hard-on. He shot an intense, lustful glance at both men, who suddenly stood silent, instinctively realizing that Rowan was somewhat taking control of the situation.

With kind determination, the guy had Stewart sitting down on the couch, took a glob of lubricant from a jar placed on the coffee table and greased thoroughly the airman’s cock, and his own ass. Then turned around, giving his back to the man and slowly sat down on the hard rod, without ever pausing, until he rested with all his weight on Stewart’s groin.

“Aaaahh… fuck…” – Stewart moaned, when the velvety linings of the pale guy engulfed his entire cock. Rowan begun a steady ride on the stiff pole, impaling himself deeper at each thrust. Alex stood in front of the sofa, looking down at Rowan riding his buddy’s cock, and frowned a little, feeling a sort of third wheel.

Rowan raised his gaze and flashed an urchin smile, and the bulky guard instantly knew he had something for him. Still riding Stewart’s cock, the guy leaned backward, until his back rested on the man’s chest; and then, bracing himself on the cushions, raised and parted his legs, offering his already stuffed ass to an astonished Alex.

~ Rowan overcomes his limits ~

“You can’t take both of us, kid…” – Alex said, under his breath, when he realized what Rowan was offering him; an inscrutable expression appeared on the guy’s face, who replied with a restrained tension: “I can, I have to”.

Alex was uncertain, because he didn’t want to hurt the guy, knowing how much pain and humiliation he had to endure when he lived with his stepfather; but he decided to give it a try, at least. He took a large amount of lubricant and smeared it on his massive cock. Then went closer, and Rowan wrapped his legs around his waist.

He placed his cock next to Stewart’s, pressing on Rowan’s already stretched hole, and gently pushed forward, trying what it seemed to be an impossible entry. Rowan groaned and closed his eyes, concentrating on relaxing his ass muscles as much as he could.

Alex pushed a bit harder, feeling the guy’s ass slowly opening for him; but it was still too tight, and hesitated. “Go on, I can take it…” – Rowan said, confidently, and Alex pushed harder, until the overstretched hole painfully broke open and let the hefty cock slid inside.

“AAAAAGGHH!!!” – Rowan screamed, overwhelmed by the searing pain radiating from his torn ass. The muscular guard immediately froze, nervous: “No, kid, I’m hurting you… I can’t do it…!”. But as soon as he started to recoil, Rowan yelled: “No! Fuck me Alex! I need it! I… I won’t scream, I promise! I won’t say a word, but please, fuck me! Please… please-- NNGGHH!!”. The guy couldn’t stifle a moan of pain, despite his promise to stay silent, when Alex, though unsure, started again pumping his hefty cock in and out the tortured ass.

Rowan didn’t say a word more, nor screamed, unwilling to alarm Alex and to force him to pull out; but despite his efforts, he couldn’t prevent his eyes from welling with tears. Alex tried to go on for a little while, and then stopped again: “No, kid, I can’t do this to you… I… I just can’t”.

He looked down at the suffering guy, puzzled by his determination to get hurt, and annoyed by his commanding attitude. He tried to move his hips backwards, but Rowan’s muscular legs held him in place.

“Do it Alex! I want you to do it!” – Rowan exclaimed, holding the guard and looking at him with a fierce glare tinged with desperation – “My journey is about to end, but there’s one last test awaiting me, and I need to be ready… Force my ass open, Alex! Help me overcome my limits!”

Alex, usually a calm and solid man, lost his patience: he didn’t understand what Rowan meant and what he wanted from him, and he didn’t like at all being locked into Rowan’s legs, nor being ordered around. He grabbed Rowan’s calves and forced them open, holding them high and apart.

“You mean you want something like THIS?” – the guard roared, shoving hard his cock into Rowan’s protesting ass. “AAAARRGGHH!!!” – Rowan yelled out of his lungs, feeling his anal ring brutally split open by the massive tool, that soon started pounding his ass like a piledriver. In and out, in and out, Alex’ cock angrily smashed into Rowan’s hole. Stewart was in ecstasy, feeling the guard’s hefty cock brushing back and forth against his own, inside Rowan’s overstretched ass.

The guy had his head tilted backwards, and his face was a mask of lust and pain: “Yes! Hurt me! Split me! Love me!!”

Rowan’s last words, ‘love me!’, suddenly made Alex’ anger vanish, and he pulled out: “I do love you, Rowan! And that’s why I can’t hurt you…”

“Why not?” – the pale guy said in a low voice, his eyes fixating for a moment on a distant point – “My daddy always hurt me, and I believe that was his way to love me…”

Stewart, who until then had remained silent, under Rowan’s weight, his cock fully buried into the guy’s ass, started to squirm: in that position, he was unable to do anything but wait Alex to give pleasure to him, but he and Rowan only talked, and talked, and talked…

“Enough!” – he exclaimed, irritated, pushing Rowan away from his cock; he was still rock-hard and desperately wanted to fuck an ass! “Are you going to take the afternoon tea or FUCK, for goodness’ sake??”

The airman’s outburst lightened the mood and made both Rowan and Alex giggle. Rowan looked at the guard with an urchin glare in his eyes and said joyfully: “The Commander is right: I have my duties to fulfill! Please, sir, lie down on the couch…”

Rowan helped both men to lie on the long sofa on their back, facing each other and intertwining their legs until their groin touched and their balls pressed against each other; their cocks, as hard as steel, were pointing upwards, at an inch from each other.

The men shot lustful glimpse to each other, as their position was so unusual and intimate: thighs on thighs, balls on balls, perineum on perineum, each of them could feel the faintest squirm of pleasure of their buddy. Rowan got closer, grabbed both cocks with one hand and started wanking them, while the men moaned and tilted their hips, making their ball sacs brush and rub against each other.

Then, Rowan climbed on the couch, placed his ass over the two rigid rods, and slowly squatted down, pointing both cocks to his now loosened ass. Alex and Stewart gasped, realizing what Rowan was about to do, and held their breath looking at their cocks slowly disappear inside the guy’s hungry hole.

“Mmmhh… Yeah… Thank you sirs…!” – Rowan moaned, pumping up and down on the twin poles – “Your cocks are so big… aaahh…”

The guy’s hips paced up, while the man moaned loud: “Harder, soldier!” – Stewart said aloud – “Take them both up your ass!”.  Rowan’s bumping became frantic, as the two mushroom heads crashed on his prostate at each thrust, making the guy crazy with lust!

“Yes… oww… yes…!” – Rowan moaned in a crescendo of pleasure – “You’re making me cum… ooohh… I’m about to cum!! NNGGHH…. AAAAGGHHH!!!”

Rowan reclined his head and let his untouched cock shot sperm like a hose, still relentlessly riding the two men. His ecstasy was so evident and infectious that Alex and Stewart, roaring and hissing, gave in to their long-awaited climax, flooding Rowan’s ass with so much seed that the loosened hole couldn’t hold it.

For a minute or so, they all stood still for a moment, catching their breath; Rowan, as always after an orgasm, closed his eyes and temporarily lost consciousness, still sitting on the two shrinking cocks. Both the men knew about Rowan’s ‘black-out’ moments, and patiently waited for him to come to. After a minute, Rowan opened his eyes and moved to disengage himself from the tangle of intertwined limbs, but he lost his balance and fell sideways on Alex.

He immediately tried to move away, mumbling an excuse, but Alex held him with tender determination: “No, kid, wait…”.  The guard wrapped his arms around Rowan’s chest, in a protective way and said: “I didn’t understand all you’ve said earlier, but there one thing you are totally wrong about: hurting and loving don’t go together; who loves you doesn’t hurt you. And this apply to your stepfather, too. I understand you try hard to make a sense of what he did to you, but take my word: he didn’t love you.”

“And I’m sorry I lost my temper and hurt you” – Alex continued, thinking at the moment he got angry and shoved his cock hard into Rowan’s already overstretched hole, making him howl for the pain.

“Don’t be sorry, Alex” – Rowan replied, serene – “I wanted you to do that. Few days ago, I asked Jorell to do the same [3]. I feel the need to train myself, to loosen my hole, so to be… ready”.

“You already said so, earlier. Ready for what?” – Alex asked, startled by Rowan’s obscure words. The guy replied with an uncertain tone: “Since I arrived here, all the men of the Cove have taught me important lessons about myself, my sexuality, love and self-control. Kale said I had a journey to make, and I made it, I learned a lot, and you all helped me defeat my demons”.

“But I’m not at the end of the road, yet: there’s one last test for me to pass” – Rowan concluded, frowning – “I still have to meet my Nemesis”.

Alex didn’t ask who was he talking about: he didn’t need to, because he already knew; and he knew it since the day Rowan arrived. After all, there was only one man in the Cove who still hadn’t made love to him, so far…

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 30, ~ Fantasy for fantasy ~
[2] See Chapter 40, ~ Rowan surrenders to authority ~
[3] See Chapter 47, ~ Training ~

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(End of Chapter 51 – Please proceed to Chapter 52)