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. 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. A week later, Rowan unexpectedly gets news about his real father, Caleb, from a man who used to know him.

Synopsys

At Maison de la Motte (formerly, Rice-Duncan Mansion), preparations are underway for the upcoming ball. The boys meet LaCour, the astoundingly handsome Creole butler, and end up having a private, joyful sex party in the master bedroom. Kale is full of doubts, as Beau hasn't touched him for a long time; as per Rowan's suggestion, he brings Beau to the old stable, hoping to fire up again the blond man's love for him.

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≈ LOVE BLOSSOMS… AGAIN ≈

~ An astounding butler ~

September 23rd, the Equinox of Autumn. It was a sunny morning and the air was pleasantly warm. Rowan and Brennan had gone to Rice-Duncan mansion to check that everything was ready for the upcoming ball, to be held that night. Oddly enough, Brennan had insisted that Rowan wore shirt and suit pants, instead of his usual worn-out t-shirt and jeans.

When they arrived at the main door, Rowan took his keys to open it, but Brennan gently stopped him: “We’d better ring the doorbell. Now the house has a resident staff, and we don’t want to disrespect the butler, do we?”.  Rowan started to understand why Brennan wanted him to dress up: with the newly hired staff, the old house had finally come to life, and had its rules and dressing code.

They rang the bell and waited, until the big wooden door opened and a tall, handsomely tanned man in full butler uniform greeted them: “Good morning, sirs. Bienvenue à la   Maison de la Motte”.

“Good morning, LaCour” – Brennan replied with a friendly smile – “You know I don’t speak French…”

“You should!” – the butler replied with a joking tone, letting the guys in.

Rowan looked in awe at the butler: he was of exceptional beauty, had a lightly tanned skin, thick curly black hair, a perfectly trimmed stubble beard that highlighted two meaty lips, and astonishingly blue eyes. Rowan was startled, as the man looked Latin, maybe Cuban, but his French name and his fluency in French language contrasted with his overall look.

«He must be a mestizo or something…» – Rowan thought, staring a bit too impolitely at the butler, unable to tear his gaze away from his mesmerizing pale blue eyes.

LaCour led the way through the entrance hall to the ballroom, and Brennan laughed: “You’re not the only one who tells me I should learn French. Wait to meet the house owner, Beauregard Rice-Duncan de la Motte: I feel you two will get along very well! Oh, by the way, LaCour, this is Rowan, he’s been in charge of the renovation of the entire house”.

Brennan was sure that Rowan would’ve extended his arm to shake hands with the butler, but was pleasantly surprised to see the guy act as a perfect gentleman: “Nice to meet you, LaCour” – he said, keeping a respectful distance, and the butler acknowledged him with a polite nod of his head and simply replied: “Monsieur…”

“If I may ask…” – Rowan said, tentatively – “…where are you from, LaCour? Cuba? Or maybe Antilles? And what is your first name? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be nosy, but you look… you look…”

“My full name is Floyd Flaussac LaCour, I’m from Metairie, Louisiana, Monsieur. I’m Creole, a quarteron, precisely”. He pronounced the word quarteron with a French accent, something like ‘kart-rum’, and Rowan couldn’t hide his puzzlement. “A quadroon, Monsieur, I have one quarter of black blood. My mother was a mulâtre, my father of French descent…”

“LaCour!” – Brennan exclaimed – “Slavery has been abolished more than a century ago here in the U.S.! You can be mestizo, mulatto, black, white or any color and it wouldn’t make any difference!”

The butler lowered his eyes and a dark shadow fleetingly obscured his beautiful face: “Do you really think that today, in the U.S., the color of the skin is that irrelevant, Monsieur?” – he said in a low voice – “My black heritage is part of me. I proudly bear my grand-grandfather’s name, Floyd Flaussac, but it wasn’t his real name: it was the name imposed to him when he was enslaved in the Flaussac plantation. Yes, slavery has been abolished a century ago, but racism is more alive than ever, Monsieur. Just turn on the TV… or ask your friend Jorell”.

Brennan was deeply hit by LaCour’s words and had to restrain himself not to break the social rules and throw his arms around the butler to express his sympathy. There was a meaningful silence between them for a few moments, while all of them thought of the recent news, reporting another Floyd killed because he was black.

“But enough chatting!” – LaCour exclaimed in a lighter tone – “Please excuse me: I have to check if the handyman has fixed the boiler, and prepare the uniforms for the nightly staff: they will be here in few hours.”

~ Kale’s doubts ~

The butler, with a light bow, disappeared upstairs and the two guys, now alone, looked around the room. The sun flew through the tall windows and inundated the ample ballroom, highlighting the intricate wooden floor, now polished and restored; the elegant velvet armchairs and sofas, cleaned from the dust that covered them for years, were waiting for the guest.

Rowan looked up at the musicians’ gallery, ready for the chamber orchestra that Brennan had hired for the ball, and smiled, thinking of that distant day when he visited the old house with Beau and danced a silent waltz with him [1].

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the noisy entrance of all the other boys, Rick, Charlie, Chayton and LaShawn, coming from the Cove. “Wow, this house is huge!” – Chayton exclaimed, seeing the old mansion for the first time. “It’s a dream!” – LaShawn echoed him – “It’s so different from… the last time I saw it!” [2]

“Come, Charlie…” – Rick hastened to say – “We have a job to do: I’m going to see how things are going in the kitchen, and you should check the room staff to verify that everything’s ready for tonight. Brennan, will you please introduce us to the staff?”

The three guys went away, followed by Chayton and LaShawn. Rowan heard his phone buzzing: it was Kale. “Good morning, sir!” – Rowan said, and his polite words couldn’t conceal the joy he felt whenever he could talk to the counselor – “Are you and Beau coming earlier, or will you arrive tonight for the ball?”

“I wish I knew…” – was the feeble reply, and Rowan immediately noticed the strain in Kale’s voice. “What’s wrong, sir?” – the guy asked, concerned.

“Nothing, really. I just needed to hear a friendly voice…”

“I’m here, Kale” – Rowan said with sympathy, switching as usual from the ‘sir’ to the first name – “Is there a problem with Beau?”

“I… No... Maybe... I don’t think so, but… lately, he barely talks to me!” – Kale replied, his voice tinged with a sadness that Rowan had never heard before – “Since Brennan came into his life, and it’s been months now, he never looked at me… how he used to do. I miss him, Rowan! I know he loves me, but… he apparently forgot it!”

“Then you should remind him…” – Rowan said with affection – …and I know what you should do. Convince him to come here early, try to be here around 4 o’clock, and when you’re here, first thing bring him to the stable”.

“To… the stable? At 4PM? Why?” – the Hawaiian asked, puzzled.

“Just do it, Kale. And then follow your heart. The stable is full of memories for Beau, there’s no better place to… remind him what he may have forgotten”.

“Wish me good luck, then” – Kale said, taking a deep breath and feeling his positive energy flowing again into him – “Thank you so much, Rowan. It’s not an easy job to counsel a counselor!”

~ Boys’ party ~

They both giggled and hung up. In that moment all the boys came down the grand staircase, joking and laughing. “Apparently, we’re not welcome any more here” – Rick joked – “The chef shooed me out of the kitchen!”

“And the housekeeper kindly invited me to… stay out of the way!” – Charlie laughed. “This means that we have the rest of the morning for ourselves!” – Rowan exclaimed – “Let’s go to the master bedroom to unwind before the ball!”

They all rushed upstairs and threw themselves on the huge double bed of the master bedroom. They started a joyful pillow fight on the bed, laughing out loud and enjoying their unscheduled private boys’ party. Being them all young healthy males, there was some sexual banter, one thing led to another, and soon the six guys separated into three couples.

Rick laid next to Rowan, looking at him with loving eyes, and started unbuttoning his shirt; Chayton pulled LaShawn on his knees and embraced him from behind, brushing his hands all over his body and shamelessly grabbing his crotch; Charlie shot an urchin glance to Brennan and they started caressing each other, sharing hot memories of when a virgin Brennan fucked Charlie for the first time [3].

Their clothes slowly fell to the ground, while the air got hotter by the minute, and soon they all were naked and loaded with youthful ardor. LaShawn lowered his head over Chayton’s hard cock and engulfed it all with his greedy mouth; next to them, Rowan was holding his own legs bent over, offering his man hole to the tender ministrations of Rick’s tongue.

Brennan looked for a moment at Charlie, uncertain, because he didn’t want to displease Beau again; but then he considered that there were no doubts that Charlie was a boy: «Boys with boys is OK», he mentally reassured himself, and hugged Charlie tight, whispering in his ear: “Will you make love to me, Charlie? Let me be your gille-tòine!”

Charlie opened his eyes wide, while a sudden thought formed in his mind. “Wait, wait, you all!” – he said to the other guys, but without breaking eye contact with Brennan and smiling at him – “I remember a recent video-chat where a boy said he wanted to be, for one night, a real bottom-boy fucked in turn by many faceless men…” [4]

Brennan gasped and beamed with anticipation: “Do you… Will you really…”

“Let’s do it!” – exclaimed all the boys, scrambling on the bed and crowding around Brennan, who looked at Rowan with a worried expression. “No, Brennan, I won’t fuck you, not this time: we both love Beau too much to do something that may displease him. But come here, and straddle my chest: the other boys can have your sweet ass, but I want something more precious, your soul. Look into my eyes” – Rowan said with an intense glance, while the boy knelt astride his upper torso, keeping his legs widely spread – “and show to me the pleasure you feel…”

Charlie took a tube of lubricant from the nightstand (he had personally equipped all the bedrooms with what he considered the… bare essentials), took a glob of slimy gel with his fingers and started smearing it around Brennan’s spread hole, massaging it and then gently pushing his fingers inside the quivering anal ring.

Brennan turned his head, but Rowan took his face in his hands: “You really want to do it?” – he asked, and when Brennan nodded, excited, the guy added: “Then look at me and never tear your gaze away…”

There was a movement behind the kneeling boy and suddenly Rowan saw Brennan’s eyes close for a moment, when a hard cock gently pressed on his nether portal and carefully broke in. “Aaahh…” – the boy moaned, his cock rock hard for the exquisite sensation of feeling his most private recesses filled by an unknown hot rod.

Rowan’s eyes delved into the boy’s soul and saw the joy, the excitement, the lust that that faceless cock was unleashing into him. Brennan felt the cock moving gently into his chute, at a steady pace, and he wished it would pound him harder, but didn’t say anything, because a bottom-boy’s only task is to give pleasure to a man the way he wants, without asking for anything or complaining.

His eyes shone with fiery desire and exquisite pleasure: the subtle pleasure of giving himself totally to a man, an anonymous man who just wanted to satisfy his lust over him. He heard heavier breaths behind him, a low grunt, and then he felt the hard cock reaching deep inside him and stay there, pulsing and throbbing, filling him with warm man juice.

Brennan perceived some movement behind him; the cock that had filled him a moment before was withdrawn and immediately replaced by another one, that entered him roughly, with one single thrust. The boy gasped, but Rowan could see from his eyes that he was not feeling any pain: on the contrary, the boy gasped for the overwhelming sensation of feeling violated, without any care, making him feel a real gille-tòine.

Rowan’s hand slid from Brennan’s face to his rock-hard cock, and started massaging it, but the boy immediately shook his head, shooting a pleading glance: a few strokes would’ve been enough to make his pleasure explode, and he didn’t want to cum, not yet!

The cock in his ass was pounding him harder, and he felt two hands holding him by his hips, so to increase even more the potency of the thrusts. Brennan was breathing heavily, as the onslaught he was subjected to was merciless… delightfully merciless! He felt like he was not a boy any more, he was just an object of pleasure for an anonymous man, who was greedily taking possession of an ass he owned completely.

The fucking sped up and became frantic; the rod plunged into the tender ass to the hilt, forcing Brennan to emit stifled squeals every time the powerful hips smashed against his buttocks. And then his fiery chute was bathed again by a man’s seed, and the feeling was so delicious that Brennan had to exert all his strength to hold his own orgasm.

When the hot meat was withdrawn, Brennan felt a sudden sense of emptiness: and it was not just a feeling, as the furious fuck had really left his ass loosened and slick with man juice.

But he didn’t have a moment to rest, as another cock immediately took the place of the previous one. The boy felt a mushroom head pushing on his nether portal and easily break in; it was gentler than the other one, and it slid inside him slowly, inch by inch, without ever stopping… and without ever ending! It was long, hot, and it kept intruding in him for what seemed an eternity, reaching places rarely touched by a man’s meat.

This time Brennan couldn’t hold a long, feeble whine; his eyes, still steadily locked into Rowan’s, revealed to the guy the marvel, the pleasure, the heat he was feeling. The long cock finally was completely buried into the welcoming ass and started moving in and out in long, constant strokes that made Brennan quiver with enjoyment.

Rowan delved into the boy’s eyes and shared with him the overwhelming pleasure of being completely filled by that unknown meat that relentlessly moved in and out, in and out, like an ocean wave invading the shore and then recede, to then invade it again, in an endless motion.

But even the endless things must come to an end, and Brennan felt the long cock grow thicker and stiffer inside him, and heard the faceless man behind him chocking a scream of pleasure, a moment before exploding into the boy’s canal, adding fresh cream to the one already filling it.

Gently as it entered, the long cock moved out, and a fourth cock took its place. By now, Brennan felt his head spinning and his heart race: knowing that he was giving to those nameless men such a great pleasure made him feel a proud, devoted gille-tòine!

~ Climax ~

So far, Brennan thought, every cock was different, not just for their sizes, but for how they moved and sought for pleasure inside him; and this last cock, this last man, was unique, too. It wasn’t as thick or long as the previous one, but was stiff as a steel bar. Brennan felt it throbbing since the first moment it entered him, as if it was already ready to explode.

The boy felt two arms wrapping around his torso, and an almost hairless chest pressing hard against his back. The cock moved slowly inside him, as if the man was trying to hold back, to make that beautiful moment last as long as possible. And he realized that the stiff dick was purposely searching into him his magic button, his joy nut, and brushed against it over and over, making Brennan gasp and squeal at each stroke.

The boy was in heaven, and he bravely fought not to cum, but he knew his battle would be quickly lost. Rowan was lost into Brennan’s eyes, that were pouring into him an irrepressible lust, a sparkling pleasure that was clearly about to explode. The guy was not surprised when Brennan looked at him with pleading eyes and murmured with broken voice: “Rowan, please… oh, please, make me cum…!”

Rowan flashed a knowing smile and lowered both his hands from the boy’s face to his nipples. He gently pinched them and rolled them between his fingers, and the additional, exquisite stimulation took only few seconds to have the desired effect.

Brennan gasped hard, held his breath and let out a loud scream, while his untouched cock started throbbing furiously and spurting countless shots of boy juice all over Rowan’s chest and face. And he screamed again when, still cumming, he felt Rowan’s hand grab his cock and wank it, heightening and prolonging his already overwhelming pleasure.

The cock in his ass instantly reached the boiling point and inundated his already flooded ass with a deluge of hot sperm.

Rowan moaned loud, feeling his own cock straining to get his share of pleasure, and any other man, under the same circumstances, would have enjoyed a liberating spontaneous orgasm, but not Rowan: he felt his cock painfully throb, desperately seeking for relief, but his inner demons, as always, wickedly denied him to release his pent-up pressure.

All the boys in the room stood silent for a little while, enjoying the moment of pure intimacy that they had shared that morning, on the huge bed of the master bedroom of the restored Maison de la Motte. Brennan felt the last unknown cock slowly slide out of him and tried to move away from Rowan’s chest, but two hands held him in place and a disguised voice (that the boy recognized being Charlie’s) said: “Stay still, bottom-boy. We’re not done, yet…”

Brennan held his breath. Maybe one of the boys wanted a second round with his ass, and he gritted his teeth, as he knew that after such a powerful orgasm he was oversensitive, and the lightest touch surely would’ve made him scream.

But it was not him the one who screamed. “AAAAARRGGHH!!” – Rowan yelled, when he felt a tender, tight ass engulfing his throbbing member to the base. Rowan was so horny and loaded that when the firm buttocks reached his pubes, he was already shooting all the sperm his swollen balls could give. The ass didn’t rest on his groin, but started bumping up and down, in earnest, making Rowan go wild with pleasure.

He was still looking into Brennan’s eyes, and once more he unveiled his soul to the boy, who gasped in awe like the first time it happened [5], fascinated and amazed by the swirl of emotions, love, sadness, fears and joy that formed Rowan’s pure essence.

Finally satisfied and relaxed, Rowan slowly drifted as usual into his magical world, losing consciousness for a couple of minutes, while his body and mind regained their vital strength.

When he reopened his eyes, all the boys were around him… or better over him, hugging, kissing and caressing him tenderly. They exchanged affectionate smiles, and then Rowan, being the “adult” among them, took a deep breath and said: “Come on, buddies, the party is over. Let’s go downstairs, it’s lunch time and hopefully the chef will give us a loaf of bread…”

“Duh!” – Brennan exclaimed, faking a disdainful expression – “Do you think I’ve hired a two-bit cook suitable for a seedy dive-bar? Marco is an experienced Italian chef, he worked in the best Italian restaurants, and in this very moment he’s taking from the oven the most delicious Lasagna you’ve ever tasted!”

“Yeahh!!!” – all the boys yelled joyfully and, after quickly cleaning themselves (way too quickly, Rowan thought rolling his eyes), the all got dressed and noisily rushed downstairs.

~ Unspoken rules ~

The Lasagna was delicious indeed. The chef Marco had stuck to the traditional unspoken rule that if the serving plate gets empty, then you’re offering to the guest too little food. And so, knowing that there would be six boys for lunch, he’d prepared enough Lasagna for ten. Much to his surprise, the waiter brough him back the serving plate completely empty.

“What? L’hanno mangiata tutta? Have they eaten it all??” – he exclaimed, angry with himself. But soon he softened and smiled, as he noticed that the plate was almost clean, as if someone had used some bread to mop up the sauce. He proudly showed the clean plate to his sous-chef: “Look, they’ve done the ‘scarpetta’!” – he exclaimed, and they both smiled: the scarpetta may not be the politest thing to do, but it surely was a clear sign of how much the boys had appreciated the food.

Meanwhile, in the dining room, Brennan was silently congratulating himself for having hired an excellent staff: the waiter, the hot bi-curious Rodgers [6], had been impeccable, doing his job professionally, despite the guest being a horde of boisterous boys. LaCour, the handsome Creole butler had set up the table perfectly. And chef Marco was the star of the lunch, with his delicious Lasagna.

“Please extend our compliments to Marco” – Brennan said to the butler, who nodded politely and headed to the kitchen. “Do you call the chef by name?” – Rowan asked, puzzled, as Brennan had explained him how important and respectful was to address the staff by their surnames.

“He’s not a cook, he’s a chef. And he’s Italian” – the Scottish boy explained with a smile – “If you meet Gordon Ramsey, you address him as ‘Chef Ramsey’, but Italian or French chefs love to be addressed by name, like Alfredo, the Italian chef who created the ‘Fettuccine Alfredo’…”

“There are a lot of unspoken rules to obey…” – Rowan said, frowning – “It’s easy to make a mistake”.

“The only rule is showing respect” – the boy replied, smiling – “When I first met Beau, at Applecross House, I was the youngest member of the staff, and still Beau treated me with such a great respect that… I fell in love with him instantly!”

“Right, Beau. Speak of the Devil…” – Rowan murmured, hearing a car parking in front of the house. He looked at his watch: four o’clock sharp.

“They’re here!” – Brennan exclaimed, recognizing the sound of Beau’s car; he moved to go out and meet his mentor, but Rowan held him: “Better leave Beau and Kale alone, for now. They need privacy”.

“Why that frown, Rowan? Is there a problem between Beau and Kale?” – the boy inquired, worried, and Rowan shook his head: “I hope not. But this house must do its magic, like once did your Applecross House…” [7]

~ Something old, something new ~

Beau turned off the engine of the big Bentley Flying Spur with a tense smile on his face: it was the first time he went back to his old house since its renovation had started. He hoped so much that Rowan, with his sensibility, could restore its old beauty without transforming it into… something else.

He stepped out of the car with Kale and immediately froze: “Why the stable is still there? I specifically told Rowan to tear it down!”

“Look at the house” – Kale said gently – “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It is…” – Beau admitted, noticing how masterfully Rowan, helped by the architect, kept intact all the elegant details of the façade, making it even more beautiful, alternating different shades of the same color to add depth and highlight the original structural elements.

“Then, if Rowan decided to keep the stable” – Kale concluded – “he must have had a reason. Why don’t we go see with our eyes?”

And once more, like the first time [8], Kale took a reluctant Beau by hand and led him to the stable. “I’m not sure I can do it again…” – Beau pleaded when they were in front of the ample wooden door, painfully remembering how heart-breaking was looking with his own eyes the very place where Jordan took his life. “This time it will be different…” – Kale insisted, hiding his own tension: he trusted Rowan, but he was painfully aware that his future, his future with Beau, might depend on what was inside that stable.

Kale opened the wide door and they both instinctively looked up, at the intersection of the main beams of the roof, where the last time they found part of the rope used by Jordan to hung himself.

The rope wasn’t there anymore. The beams of the roof weren’t there anymore. With an elaborate system of secondary beams, tie-rods and supports, the architect had completely removed part of the main beams and replaced them with… nothing. The roof had a big round hole, and the sun rays flowed freely through it and the missing section of the main beams. The very point where Jordan hung himself had been turned into a blissful cascade of light coming straight from the highest skies.

It was like Jordan himself was watching over them from above, caressing them with his hands of light. And Kale suddenly knew what he had to do. “Follow your heart”, Rowan told him at the phone that morning. “Follow your heart”, Beau told him in Pigalle the night they made love for the first time [9]. And Kale did it.

He pulled Beau to the center of the stable, under the hole in the roof inundated by the warm sunlight, and started unbuttoning Beau’s shirt. “What…” – Beau tried to say, but Kale gently silenced him. He slowly removed Beau’s clothes, and then his own, until they were naked, in front of each other.

Beau felt like on that distant afternoon, when he and Jordan, in that very stable, discovered love. And like that day, Beau trembled under Kale’s gentle caresses, feeling his heart thumping hard into his chest, foretasting the joy and the pleasure he was about to feel.

Slowly, hesitantly, Kale leaned forward, until his lips met Beau’s; they kissed, and it was the sweetest and most tender kiss Kale had ever given to his lover: not a hungry battle of tongues, but a delicate brushing of lips, a tentative intrusion of his trembling tongue into Beau’s unexpectedly timid mouth.

Their hands explored each other’s naked body, as if they were discovering for the first time the toned pecs, the pointy nipples, the wide shoulders. They stood there, in the middle of the barn, caressing and kissing, bathed by the luminous sunrays; a bystander would have seen them as a blond god and his exotic lover.

After a while, Beau recoiled, in silence, but with a special glare in his eyes; he took Kale’s hands and pulled him to a darker corner of the barn. Beau looked around with eyes full of sweet memories, and then lay down on the scattered hay, gently pulling Kale over him. It was not a random choice, lying in that corner of the barn: that was the very spot where Beau, many years before, lost his virginity.

“Quel idiot je suis…!” – Beau murmured, looking straight into Kale’s eyes – “What a fool I am! I love you so much, but I don’t even remember when was the last time we made love…”

~ Like a virgin ~

Kale smiled tenderly, and moved to straddle Beau’s hips, so to take into him the long, hard cock he missed so much. But Beau surprised him, raising his legs and offering himself to his tanned lover. His handsome, masculine face softened in a tender expression of trembling anticipation, like a virgin boy about to discover the joys of love. “Make love to me, man…” – he whispered – “Show me again how sweet is making love, like I discovered in this very place many years ago [10]

Again, Kale followed his heart; he wetted his hard cock with his saliva, placed the mushroom head against Beau’s quivering hole and penetrated him with utmost tenderness. There was no pain, and if there was some, Beau didn’t even notice it, lost as he was into his lover’s eyes, just like he did many years before, looking lovingly at Jordan while he penetrated him for the first time.

“Oooohh….” – Beau moaned – “Love me, Kale… Forgive me… Teach me…”

“I have nothing to teach you, nor to forgive you” – Kale replied, with sparkling eyes, irrepressibly happy to be joined again to his lover – “but I have a whole lot of love to give you…”

His dick caressed Beau’s linings, making him squirm at each thrust, and they got lost into each other’s eyes, floating in a luminous cloud of love.

Kale’s hips moved smoothly, and his cock, harder than ever, made exquisite love with Beau’s ass, gently caressing his insides and brushing back and forth on his joy button. The counselor looked with a tender smile Beau’s face, lost in a sexual dream, and then down to his cock, leaking copious pre-cum.

“C’est incroyable… It’s wonderful… You are wonderful…!” – Beau moaned, holding tighter Kale within his legs and arching his back to better meet the Hawaiian’s steady thrusts.

Kale was not that expert about fucking men, he usually preferred to be on the receiving end, but in that place, in that moment, he had a special sensibility, and all his moves were the right ones, every thrust of his hips gave to Beau such a great pleasure that the man couldn’t hold his moans.

The both knew that they couldn’t go on forever, but neither of them wanted to be the first to break the spell. Beau looked up at his lover, his mouth half-open in a silent gasp, his untouched cock ready to explode; but he resisted, he had to, because he didn’t want that wonderful moment to end.

Kale slowed down, feeling every fiber of his body screaming for the need to cum; but he too held back, basking into the joy of being so intimately joined with the man he loved more than his own life.

Moving West, the sunrays slowly moved to the corner where the two lovers were living their special moment, lost in time. It was like Jordan, from the highest skies, wanted to caress them and give them his blessing. The moment the warm light touched the naked bodies, glistening with sweat, they both felt an irrepressible rush of love for each other and their pleasure exploded in their groins.

There were no screams or loud moans, the juice flowed freely from their cocks as love flowed freely from their eyes, and for a long moment they were one.

Beau was the first to snap out of what seemed to him like a beautiful dream. “Man… I can’t possibly love you more than this! Je t'aime à la folie!”.  Kale spoke a very little French, but he perfectly understood, and replied: “I love you like crazy, too… Not for a single moment I stopped loving you since I met you in Juan-les-Pins”. [11]

They unsteadily rose to their feet and started picking up their clothes. “Let’s go find a room and a bathroom” – Kale said with a smile, taking away some hay from Beau’s hair – “There’s a ball tonight, and I want you to be astonishingly beautiful like always! And your lover… that’s me, in case you don’t know (they both giggled)… can’t be any less!”

~ The Master is in the House ~

They got back to the car, took their formal suits from the back seat and headed to the door. Instead of entering the house, Beau rang the doorbell, looking sideways at Kale: “Let’s do things properly…” – he said with a smile – “You’ve been at Applecross House, you know the drill!”

The door opened and both Beau and Kale had to put a great effort stifling a gasp, when their gaze fixated on the handsome Creole butler, who looked at them with his incredible pale blue eyes.

“Good afternoon, sirs, may I help you?” – he said with a deep, musical voice. Kale rolled his eyes, but just a bit, so not to be spotted: he already knew what was about to happen… [12]

“I do hope so” – Beau replied with a polite smile – “I’m Beauregard Rice-Duncan de la Motte”

The butler immediately assumed a very formal stance and said in French: “Bienvenue à la Maison de la Motte, Monsieur. Je suis LaCour, le majordome, à votre service.”

Beau replied in English: “Thank you, LaCour. Unfortunately, very few of my friends… actually almost no one… speak French, so I would like you to use English, if you don’t mind”. Beau had a moment of hesitation, but then stood taller and added: “LaCour, this is my lover Kale”.

The Hawaiian was surprised, as he didn’t expect, after their experience at Applecross House, that Beau would be so explicit about their relationship; he looked at Beau with wide eyes, and the blond boss looked back at him with a meaningful smile: Maison de la Motte was his house, and he had no reason whatsoever to hide his true self to the staff. The Master was in the house.

In the following half an hour, Beau, just like it happened at Applecross House, had to review the entire staff, promptly reunited in the ballroom by the butler; Kale stood one step behind Beau and nodded politely to the housekeeper Dawson, a tall black man («Definitely different than Barrows!», the counselor giggled inwardly), to the chef Marco («What a specimen of Italian meat!», he thought), to the waiter Rodgers (he winked at him, thinking back at their hot encounter [13]), to the buff handyman Lawrence and to the rest of the staff.

At the end of the line, almost hidden behind Lawrence there was a pale boy who looked at them with eager, urchin eyes and smiled wide at them: “I’m Brennan, Sir. I’m the valet”. Beau and Kale couldn’t restrain themselves and rushed to hug him tight. Brennan took Kale by hand and pulled him, eager to show him around, while Beau headed upstairs, to the master bedroom.

~ A very special day ~

“Oh! I’m sorry!” – Beau exclaimed, entering the room and noticing Rowan relaxing on the big bed, with a contented expression on his face. Immediately, the guy jumped on his feet: “Oh, no, sir, I shouldn’t stay here, this is your room, and I… I…”

“Please stay, Rowan” – Beau said with affection – “What were you dreaming about? You had such a happy expression, a moment ago…”

“It’s a special day, today…” – Rowan replied. “Indeed!” – Beau beamed – “It’s the Equinox of Autumn, the house is finally coming back to life and tonight there will be a grand ball!”

“…and it’s my 30th birthday” – the guy added with a shy smile.

“What? No way! You should’ve told me! I didn’t even bring a gift for you!” – Beau said, taken aback by the unexpected surprise, but soon he softened: “Thirty years… It’s incredible… Well, this will be our night, then! We have so much to celebrate!”

“I’m not staying, Beau” – Rowan interrupted – “I’m going back to the Cove”.

“Don’t be silly, your place is here, you’ve done so much for this house! Why on earth should you go away?”

“Well… I… I don’t know even what to wear, to begin with…” – the guy admitted with a shameful look, and Beau felt angry with himself: “How stupid can I be? Of course you don’t have a formal suit! I should’ve thought about it, I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault… But wait! What have you done of all the clothes stored in the wardrobes?”

“Most of them are still here” – Rowan replied – “They were too beautiful to be thrown away”

“Wonderful! So, please, take a look around, I’m sure there will be at least one formal suit that fits you. Whichever you like, it’s yours! It will be my… temporary birthday gift!”

Rowan flashed an indecipherable grin and said: “Actually, there is one I’d like to wear” – he said, and immediately moved to a tall armoire, opened the heavy doors and took a lavish evening dress. Beau’s eyes widened: “Are you sure you want to wear that?” – he said with more than a hint of surprise – “I mean, it’s quite a… challenging dress. It was my grand-grandfather’s evening suit, he used to wear it when going to theatre or attending a formal dinner. I myself would find difficult to deal with all its pieces, decorations and accessories…”

“I know how to wear it” – Rowan said confidently, and Beau had a flash of his very first encounter with Rowan, when the guy helped him with his formal tuxedo, showing an astonishing knowledge of elaborate men’s dresses [14].

“I’m sure you do” – the blond boss said with a smile – “By now, nothing you do can surprise me…”

But in few hours Beau would’ve been proven wrong. He, and the entire Cove, were about to see the real Rowan.

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 22, ~ Dusty splendor ~
[2] See Chapter 37, ~ Homophobia ~
[3] See Chapter 32, ~ Brennan’s first time ~
[4] See Chapter 44, ~ Show & Tell ~
[5] See Chapter 36, ~ Just love ~
[6] See Chapter 51, ~ Gay sex for a straight guy ~
[7] See Chapter 29, ~ Where it all began ~
[8] See Chapter 37, ~ Beau’s most painful step ~
[9] See Chapter 26, ~ Kale surrenders ~
[10] See Chapter 22, ~ Innocent love ~
[11] See Chapter 26, ~ Juan-les-Pins ~
[12] See Chapter 28, ~ Applecross House ~
[13] See Chapter 51, ~ Gay sex for a straight guy ~
[14] See Chapter 7, ~ Men’s (un)dressing rules ~

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(End of Chapter 52 – Please proceed to Chapter 53)