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

The restored Maison de la Motte shines with renewed splendor. Rowan is worried because of the challenging suit he decided to wear, but the butler LaCour will ease his... tension. When the guy comes down to the ballroom, everyone is astonished by Rowan's elegance and confidence. The bi-curious waiter, Rodgers, falls for Barry. Unexpectedly, Gerry comes to the mansion to meet Rowan, bringing with him a very, very special gift. 

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≈ THE GRAND BALL ≈

~ Jack of all trades ~

Beau watched Rowan laying on the bed, one by one, the many pieces of the elaborate formal dress he had chosen to wear that night, for the upcoming ball. He was perplexed by the surprising decision of the guy to wear his grand-grandfather’s evening dress: formal black tails with a white waistcoat, along with a long satin cape, a tall hat and many other elegant, though old-fashioned, accessories.

But that was a very special night, Beau thought, while his surprised expression softened into an affectionate smile; the house grand opening, the ball, and Rowan’s 30th birthday… Such a special night definitely was worth a very special suit.

“Aren’t you going to change here?” – Beau asked, when Rowan picked up the suit and the accessories. “If you don’t mind, I’ve chosen to stay in your old bedroom” – the guy replied – “It’s smaller and more comfortable for me than this huge room…”

Beau smiled and Rowan went out to the long corridor. He walked to the small room at the end of the floor and realized that his hands were too full of objects to open the door.

“May I help you, sir?” – said a voice behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw the butler’s tanned face at a few inches from his own. For a moment, the man’s pale blue eyes met his own and Rowan felt a burst of heat raising to his cheeks and making his cock twitch. “I… I… Well…” – Rowan stuttered, deeply hit by the manly handsomeness of the Creole butler; his perfectly polite manners and his smooth features, for some reason, enhanced his overall masculinity, and Rowan felt his own heart beat at a faster pace.

LaCour opened the door, let Rowan in and took from his hands the formal dress, placing it neatly on the sofa. Then closed the door and, with total nonchalance, started unbuttoning Rowan’s shirt.

The guy moved a step backward, alarmed; but he was not alarmed by the butler: he was scared by the overwhelming attraction he was feeling for him. Many conflicting thoughts crossed Rowan’s mind at the same time: first off, LaCour was the butler, and it would be utterly improper for Rowan, as a guest, to abuse his authority over the staff to get sexual services. And then, the butler was not a man of the Cove, and there was a strict rule against having sex outside the Cove.

But still, those pale blue eyes, that toned body, that tanned skin, those meaty lips were like an irresistible siren song that made Rowan’s heart race.

“I can’t ask… You should not…” – Rowan said under his breath, and it was perfectly clear that he was not talking about the butler’s offer to help him get dressed.

LaCour flashed a friendly smile, but with an urchin glimpse in his eyes. “Sir, I’ve served in many houses…” – LaCour said looking straight at Rowan – “Single men, single women, couples, families with grown up sons and daughters, and all of them have requested and greatly appreciated my... special services. All of them, I say! You see, I'm a... Jack of all trades, if you know what I mean...”

The mere idea of LaCour engaged in hot sexual acts with older men, younger guys, mature ladies and yearning girls boosted even more the butler’s allure to Rowan’s eyes, and the guy felt his cock instantly growing into his pants. He didn’t do anything to hide his sudden hard-on.

“If you’re willingly offering your services…” – Rowan said in a low voice, flashing a lustful smile at the man and getting a little closer to him – “…then you could maybe service… me!”

~ Just sex ~

He couldn’t believe he was talking that way to LaCour! But for the first time in his life he just wanted to have fun, he wanted to have… just sex! I felt the need to relieve his growing tension about the upcoming ball (and that damn formal dress!) in the time-honored way. Suddenly the rule about not having sex outside of the Cove was forgotten, his demons were asleep, and he stood tall in front of the butler: “Will you please help me undress, LaCour?”

Rowan knew the butler’s first name, Floyd Flaussac, but he chose to use the surname: once that LaCour had made clear he was willingly offering his services, it was even hotter to keep the butler/guest roles. He let the tanned man undo one by one the buttons of his shirt and pull it away, along with his t-shirt; and then he sat on the bed and enjoyed the thrill of having the butler kneeling at his feet, in a submissive position, to take away his shoes and socks.

He gasped when he saw LaCour pulling one of his feet up, toward his mouth, and let out a squeal of surprised pleasure when the man’s meaty lips closed around his toe, and his tongue bathed it with saliva, to then moving to the other fingers. Rowan felt his cock painful straining for release and ordered: “Take my pants away”.

“A good butler knows what’s best for the guest even before the guest knows…” – LaCour said with an alluring glance, and he unzipped Rowan’s pants, so to give his cock a little more space, but didn’t pull the pants down.

Instead, he stood up and started undressing under Rowan’s yearning eyes. He was right, he knew what was best for the guest: not only because the sight of his toned, tanned body slowly emerging from the black uniform was definitely something to drool over, but also because – Rowan understood – it would be somewhat demeaning for the guest stay naked in front of a fully clothed staff member.

Propped up on his elbows, Rowan feasted his eyes on LaCour’s chiseled torso, covered with sparse curly hair; his dark nipples were tiny but as stiff as pins and his abs were defined without being bulky. When LaCour took away his pants, Rowan followed with greedy eyes the trail of black hairs going down to the pubes, peeking out of the white briefs, that looked so stuffed with hot Creole meat that they were about to rip to pieces.

The guy gulped hard and absentmindedly licked his lips when the butler, flashing a lustful smile, pulled down his underwear, letting his thick dark-skinned cock bounce up and down. His body, his stance, his face, his eyes were a silent promise of pure sex.

LaCour moved closer to Rowan and finally pulled down the guy’s pants and boxers. Both naked, they stood for a moment looking at each other, as if they were deciding their respective roles. Rowan, undeniably, loved cock, loved to service men and give them pleasure: he had learned it when Kale offered him his body to experiment at his heart’s content [1]

But this time Rowan felt different, the seductively submissive attitude of the butler made his groin tingle. He got off the bed and turned around LaCour, looking at his hot body from all sides: “A Jack of all trades, you said…” – the guy then murmured, gently pinching the man’s tiny nipples and rejoicing the sight of his cock twitching in response. He pushed LaCour down on the bed, on his back, and towered for a moment over him.

“If so, you won’t mind if I…” – he said kneeling between the men’s spread legs and raising them.

“At your service, sir” – LaCour replied, with a formal tone that deeply contrasted with the seductive glare of his eyes and excited Rowan even more – “Command me in all things…”.  He briefly pointed his eyes to the nightstand, and Rowan took his cue, opened the small drawer and found a box of condoms and a jar of lube. He took a condom and the jar and placed them on the bed, next to LaCour: “You won’t let your master do everything by himself, will you?” – the guy said, with a playful smile. LaCour extended his hands to massage Rowan’s cock, already rock-hard, and rolled his balls between his fingers, then opened a condom and rolled it over the throbbing rod. He took a glob of greasy gel and smeared it all over the hot meat.

“Thank you, LaCour” – Rowan said with a formal tone, still playing his ‘master’ role; the butler reclined on the mattress, held his legs bent over, offering his ass to the guy, looked straight at him and replied: “My pleasure, sir”, and those words, spoken by that exceptionally handsome Creole man, were so charged of barely restrained lust that Rowan almost lost his load.

~ A good fuck ~

The guy didn’t recline over the man: he didn’t want to look into his eyes, he didn’t want to make love to him; he just wanted to feel pleasure, give to that man a lighthearted, liberating fuck, and he knew that LaCour wanted it as much as him. He stood upright, kneeling behind the man’s butt, and effortlessly eased his cock into the waiting hole, enjoying the exquisite feeling of the elastic ass ring open up to let the mushroom head in, to then tighten again on the shaft. His hips started moving back and forth, pushing farther at each thrust.

Rowan tilted his head back and smiled: it was so refreshing, for once, to have sex without any involvement, without any fear or pain, seeking his own pleasure in a joyful, playful exchange of pure lust!

LaCour moaned and looked at Rowan with sparkling eyes: he too was clearly enjoying the great fuck, and wanted more and more of the stiff rod plunging into him: “Let me feel it, sir!” – he growled, sensing Rowan’s instinctive care for his partner – “I’m well trained, you won’t hear me complain!”

The guy didn’t need to be told twice, and gave free rein to his lust, pounding harder the firm tanned buttocks and shoving his cock deep into the butler’s chute. He felt so powerful! But deep inside he was a gentleman, and wanted LaCour to feel as great as a pleasure he was feeling, so he lowered one hand to the man’s throbbing cock and started wanking it in earnest.

Immediately, he felt the man respond to the additional stimulation, tightening his ass muscles around his hard cock and quickly bringing him to the verge of the orgasm.

“If you want me to cum, sir…” – LaCour said with coarse voice, trying to keep his formal tone but overwhelmed by a pleasure he couldn’t control any longer – “…I will gladly obey… nnngghh… your command... Just say… ooohh… the word…”

Hearing the man giving him the power to command his orgasm, and seeing him putting a great effort in holding back, waiting for the master’s word, sent Rowan through the roof and made his climax explode: “Cum, LaCour! Cum now! AAAGGHH!!” – the guy yelled, pumping his semen into the butler’s ass while milking the man’s juice out of his engorged cock.

“Oh, sir…! Ooohh… Thank you sir…!!” – the butler moaned, tossing his head from side to side, while his cock kept spurting countless shots of white cream all over his tanned skin.

Slowly, their orgasm trailed off and Rowan crashed on the mattress, next to the sweating and panting butler. His eyelids, as usual, became heavy, and for a couple minutes he drifted in his private world.

When he reopened his eye, the butler was smiling at him: “I’m glad to see your tension and your anxiety gone away…”

“How did you know?” – Rowan asked, surprised that the butler could actually sense an anxiety that he was trying hard to hide even to himself. He looked sideways at the elaborate evening dress lying on the sofa nearby: maybe it wasn’t such a smart idea choosing that one!

“As I said, a good butler always knows what the guests need… even before them!” – LaCour said with a smile – “And don’t worry, sir, you will be astonishing in that suit. I will help you. But we have little time, the ball is about to begin!”

~ Rowan’s grand entrance ~

About half an hour later, LaCour, again perfectly attired in his butler uniform, went downstairs, where all the men and the boys of the Cove had gathered into the ample ballroom. They all were happily chatting, drinking champagne and enjoying the sumptuous buffet prepared by Marco, the resident Italian chef. The chamber orchestra, seated in the musicians’ gallery, was playing a lively polka, and the party was already in full swing. LaCour got closer to Beau and politely whispered something at his ear. The blond boss smiled and climbed a few steps of the grand staircase, reclaiming attention.

He looked around the ballroom, shining like the old days, filled with all the men and the boys he deeply loved, and a sudden lump blocked his throat. He felt so happy! The house was beautiful, the company was lively, the walls resounded of the music played by the small orchestra: his heart swelled with joy!

“Gentlemen…” – he said raising a hand, and quickly all the voices trailed off and the orchestra stopped playing. “This is a special night. I want to thank you all for being here to attend this ball; I know that for some of you it wasn’t easy…” – he added, winking at Barry, who was wearing a black shirt with no tie, dark grey pants and an… almost elegant pair of boots. And then he nodded a sign of appreciation to Stewart, the airman, who was wearing his gala uniform, a piece of clothing that he probably had worn just once or twice in his life, being a practical man surely not inclined to elegant dresses and lavish parties.

“It’s the Equinox of Autumn: it’s time to say goodbye to Summer and welcome Autumn; it’s time to say goodbye to sad memories and welcome a bright future with our loved ones (he flashed a tender smile at Kale, who had wet eyes). These walls can finally whisper their farewell to tears and sorrow and resound again with music, laughter and sighs of love”.

“But I couldn’t restore this house alone; actually, I couldn’t do it at all. Many of you have given their invaluable help to make this miracle happen. But there’s someone whose great sensibility and care for details let this house come back to its old beauty. A guy who tonight says goodbye to his youth and becomes an adult man, being today his 30th birthday”.

“Gentlemen, let’s hear it for Rowan!” – he concluded, raising his glass. There was a thunderous ovation, whistles, cheers and greetings… that suddenly trailed off with gasps of astonishments the moment Rowan appeared at the top of the grand staircase and started slowly descending it.

He was wearing a perfectly tailored tails suit with a bright white waistcoat and an equally white papillon; a long satin cape, tied around his neck by a gold chain, was gracefully draped over his shoulders, revealing its white underside. Soft candid gloves wrapped his hands like a second skin, and a shining black top hat was elegantly placed over his long raven hair. The final touch to an already perfect picture of a last-century gentleman was his walking stick: a dark ebony walking stick with a metal bottom and an astonishingly elaborate silver handle.

But what really hit everyone, and forced the cheers to trail off, was not just the dress Rowan was wearing, but rather how he wore it: with total confidence and self-assurance, as if he used to wear like that every day! Many a mouth sagged open admiring the natural, spontaneous way he handled the walking stick and kept the long cape off from his legs while descending the staircase.

An exceptionally handsome and poised gentleman from another era had come to visit them and honor Maison de la Motte with his presence.

Rowan stopped halfway down the stairs, and for a long moment he stood there, on the staircase, in an elegant pose, and scanned the ample ballroom with his almost black eyes, keeping his focus an inch above the man’s heads, as if he was not actually seeing them, or was just totally uninterested in them.

After a short while, he moved and climbed down the last steps, landing on the ballroom floor, and confidently strode across the room with algid elegance, keeping his gaze fixated on Beau, as if he was the only man in the room with him. Beau, almost holding his breath like all the other men and boys, turned to Kale and whispered: “Do you mind if I ask him for a dance?”

“I slap you if you don’t” – the counselor replied under his breath, unable to tear his gaze away from Rowan. Beau moved closer to the elegant guy and asked, like he did the first time they visited the house [2]: “May I have the honor of a dance?”.  The guy smiled shyly and nodded, took out the gloves and gave them to a waiter, along with the stick and the hat, and offered his hand to the blond man.

The orchestra started playing a waltz and they started to twirl around the dance floor, under the amused eyes of the entire Cove and the house staff. Beau was in heaven, as after so many years he could feel again that house his own, a house where he could freely dance with a man, without fearing the wrath of his strict and bigoted father. Dancing around the room he looked straight into Rowan’s eyes, that were shining with irrepressible joy: he too was on cloud nine, dancing with a man as beautiful as a god, and feeling his cape flowing around him like Princess Sissi’s gown in the movie he’d watched a million times.

Soon, the most daring members of the Cove followed (quite clumsily) their example, and started dancing, laughing and stomping on each other’s feet. LaShawn kept repeating “It’s a dream!” while twirling with Chayton, Charlie laughed out loud holding Hendrick’s hands, and even Stewart went closer to Alex and said “Come on, stud, let’s make fools of ourselves!”, pulling the reluctant guard in the middle of the dance floor.

~ Love and struggle ~

“It’s incredible, Rowan’s transformation!” – Wahkan said in a low voice to Kale – “And I’m not talking about the evening dress he’s wearing: have you noticed his confident steps when he walked across the room? And the superior, almost disdainful attitude when he was coming down the staircase? I almost didn’t recognize him!”

“But it’s always the same Rowan we’ve come to know well” – Kale replied, smiling with affection – “He’s not different, not at all! Don’t you remember the first time we saw him, at the Cove? [3]. He did the same, scanned the room apparently without seeing us, and then crossed the dining room with the same confident stride you’ve noticed tonight. It’s a self-protection for him: having all the eyes on him makes him too nervous. It’s a way for him to overcome his shyness”.

“And still, seeing him like this, waltzing with Beau in that magnificent evening dress is astonishing…” – Wahkan said, shaking his head, and then moved toward the buffet, followed by Kale’s eager eyes. The Sioux, too, was wearing his traditional ceremonial attire, and it was much more revealing and alluring than the one worn by Rowan: a wide leather black loincloth long enough to reach his calves but narrow enough to show the sides of his muscular buns and the long legs, coupled with an elaborate sleeveless coat, sort of, that hugged his powerful torso.

Kale looked around at the beautiful room, at Beau and Rowan dancing with incredible elegance, at the sumptuous buffet prepared by the chef, at the many waiters standing along the walls and felt happy for Beau, who could make his dream come true. A fleeting, but richly detailed memory came to the Hawaiian’s mind: when Beau, after a dramatic night in that very house and after a furious, desperate, liberating revenge fuck to Kale [4], revealed him his plans to renovate Rice-Duncan Mansion, to transform it into the beautiful Maison de la Motte that this night was coming again to life [5].

His eyes welled with tears, spotting a luminous joy in his lover’s eyes, gracefully waltzing with Rowan, and suddenly he felt a lump in his throat, and the tears started rolling down his face, when he realized that the waltz, the elegant house with its butler and the resident chef and waiters, the glamourous evening dresses and the sumptuous buffet washed down with French champagne were the very essence of Beau, they were his world… a world where there was no room for Kale, a school counselor born and raised in Hawaii whose idea of luxury was relaxing in the Jacuzzi at the Cove.

He couldn’t stop a dreadful thought sneaking its way into his mind like a woodworm: «I couldn’t ever live this way… and I can’t force Beau to give up on his lifestyle for me, either… I kept him away from all of this for too long!». Becoming the lover of Beauregard Rice-Duncan de la Motte, Vicomte de St. Julian, suddenly appeared to him as the most stupid thing he’d done in his whole life.

He was wrong, of course, totally off-track, but his mind was reeling, and he felt icy claws closing around his heart. That man, that wonderful man who could have anything and anyone, had so far given up to his life, to his true self, to adapt to Kale’s simple lifestyle! «How could I let this happen!» – Kale thought, a sense of guilt overwhelming his mind – «He deserves much more than this, much more than… me!»

Stifling a heartfelt sob, the Hawaiian was about to turn around and silently go away, away from that house and possibly away from Beau’s life, when a familiar grunt behind him snapped him out of his absurd and out-of-control thoughts. “Duh! A fuckin’ waltz!”

Kale quickly wiped the tears from his face and turned to look at Barry. As usual, the worker’s total inability to appreciate, or even understand the finest things of life, had the effect of bringing Kale’s feet back to the ground. Sure enough, Beau’s life included evening dresses and lavish balls, but he was much more than that: he was the man who gave his young heart to a stableman, lived a hard life in a run-down apartment in Pigalle, and then created the Cove, and helped a whole lot of men and boys, including Kale himself, to find their way, their inner peace. All of Kale’s doubts suddenly vanished, and the granitic certainty that Beau loved him filled again his heart.

~ Bi-curiosity ~

“Appetizers and champagne!” – Barry continued, totally unaware of his buddy’s struggles – “Who should I fuck to get a beer?”

Under normal conditions, Kale would have gently scolded Barry for his lack of finesse, but this time he was right: that was Beau’s dream, not theirs. The counselor opened his mouth to say something like “I’d be glad to find you a beer…”, but the words remained trapped in his lips when he saw Rodgers, the waiter, appearing from nowhere holding a silver tray with a can of ice-cold beer and a glass. The guy, who clearly had heard Barry’s last words, didn’t say anything and stood still, beside them, holding the tray with trembling hands and shyly flashing his gaze at Barry’s muscular body, at the thick body hair peeking through the open shirt and at his brawny, squared face.

“Oh! So, I guess I should fuck you!” – Barry joked, and Kale was alarmed, as he knew that Rodgers, though curious, was straight. Rodgers was visibly shaking, and his eyes were still fixated on Barry’s squared, masculine features. He couldn’t utter a word, but, much to Kale’s surprise, he slowly nodded his head.

Kale intervened, as he was the only one to know the guy… intimately [6]: “Do… Do you really mean you want Barry to…”

“Yes, please, sir…” – the guy replied under his breath, and his eyes suddenly caught a twitch into Barry’s tight pants. “Well, this party is becoming more and more interesting by the minute!” – Barry said with a lustful grin, pushing Rodgers toward the stairs, but the guy stopped him: “May… uhm… May Mr. Kale come with us, too? I’m… well… I’m…”

“I will come, if this is what you really want” – Kale said, still surprised by Rodgers’ daring request.

They moved to Rodgers’ bedroom, in the attic, and when there, Kale couldn’t help but inquiring again about the guy’s real intentions: “Rodgers, as far as I know you’re straight, you’ve even been married, and you’ve never had sex with a man: are you really sure you want to have sex with Barry?”

“Oh, come on, stop talking like his mother!” – Barry said, starting to undress – “The guy wants to taste meat, and there’s prime beef here waiting for him!”

Rodgers looked at Barry undressing with wide eyes flashing with a mix of anxiety and desire, until the man took away his briefs, making his extremely thick cock bounce freely. “Oh my god…” – Rodgers gasped, scared by the substantial girth.

“You don’t have to do it…” – Kale hastened to say, but the guy shook his head, staring at Barry’s incredible manhood: “I want… I need to know how it feels…”

He quickly stripped naked and jumped on the bed, lying down on his belly and slightly parting his legs. Barry got closer to the bed, massaging his cock, and when he spat on his hand to wet his rigid tool, Kale held him by his arm: “Lube” – he hissed, pointing to the nightstand – “And a condom”.

“They’re always too tight!” – Barry grunted, but Kale was adamant: “A condom!”.  Sex outside the Cove was already against the rules; but doing it without protection would’ve been criminal. Reluctantly, Barry took a condom and rolled it on his cock, grimacing for the discomfort; and then, he greased his mighty spear with plenty of lubricant.

He climbed on the bed and Rodgers turned his head to look at him with such a naïve, expectant expression that Barry restrained his overwhelming lust: the guy was a virgin, totally inexperienced in man-sex, and relied on him and his experience.

“Not in this position, kid” – the worker said in a smoother tone, looking at the guy lying flat on the bed on his belly – “Raise your ass and bend your legs, it will make things easier for you”. Rodgers quickly assumed the position and stood on his knees, with his chest on the mattress; he reached back to his buttocks and used his hands to keep them spread, offering his inviolate hole to the man.

“Now relax as much as you can…” – Barry instructed, and started pushing his thick cock against the clenched anal ring. The growing pressure made Rodgers feel an initial discomfort, that soon turned into pain. He gritted his teeth and bravely resisted to the sharp pangs radiating from his ass while Barry’s enormous cock tried unsuccessfully to force open his too tight hole. He grimaced, whined, his eyes filled with tears, and then he howled for the unbearable pain: “Please sir, stop! I can’t! It’s too big! I can’t…”

Barry immediately recoiled, and the guy started sobbing, repeating: “I can’t… I can’t… I’m so sorry, sir!”

~ Kale steps in ~

Kale actually expected this to happen: he knew way too well how hard was taking Barry’s cock, even for an experienced man. He went closer to the guy, who whined: “I wanted to know how it felt… I’ve secretly dreamed about it for so long…! I will never have another chance…”

“It’s not your fault” – Kale said with a soothing tone, touched by the expression of defeat painted on the guy’s face – “I have a suggestion… I have a thinner cock than Barry: I may make love to you, loosening your hole, and then Barry can take my place”.

“You mean…” – Rodgers gasped – “…I should be fucked by two men, one after another, like… like a slut??”

“There is nothing slutty in what I suggested” – Kale replied, hurt by the guy’s reaction – “Barry and I are just trying to help you. But no one will ever force you, here, I already stated this clear when we last met. We’d better get dressed and go back downstairs”.

“No!” – Rodgers said with voice tinged by a hint of desperation – “Please sir! Do it! Take me, you both! Let me know what making love with a man feels!”

Kale softened and looked at the guy with affection: “OK, but two rules: first, you can stop us anytime; second, out of that door you can call us ‘sir’ and I will call you Rodgers, but now, in this room, I’m Kale and he’s Barry. And you are…”

“Teddy, sir. I mean… Kale!” – the guy replied with a hesitant smile.

“OK, Teddy, turn around and lie on your back” – Kale said stripping naked and wearing a condom – “and raise your legs”. The Hawaiian took his time to smear a large amount of lubricant on Teddy’s hole and fingering him over and over, adding more fingers to loosen him up. When he was ready, he greased his own cock and moved over the guy, placing his cock against his quivering, slick hole.

“Now trust me, Teddy” – Kale said to the guy with an almost hypnotic tone – “If you really want me inside you, show it to me. Open up for me and let me in”.

The guy nodded his head, held his breath, and ardently desired to feel Kale inside him… and suddenly the man’s cock entered his sphincter, with almost no pain. Then he felt the hot, hard meat move farther, carefully, sneaking its way into him, and he shook his head in disbelief: “You’re in me, sir… Kale! I can feel you inside me! It feels so good… Oh, yes, Kale, fill my hole, make me… Owww... Gawd!!”.

The moment Kale’s mushroom head hit Teddy’s joy button, the same spot that the counselor so masterfully had stimulated with a vibrating dildo few days earlier, the guy squirmed with delight and moaned incoherent words: “There! Owww… Sir… Kale…!”

Kale smiled and went on making exquisite love to the guy, doing his best to give him as much pleasure as he could. Soon the man started breathing heavier and murmured: “You’re so tight, Teddy… You ass is so hot that I’m about to cum… Do you want me to cum, Teddy?”

The guy’s eyes widened, as if he was actually surprised that his ass, his inexperienced ass, could actually give so much pleasure to a man to make his orgasm explode. And that question, ‘Do you want me to cum?’ felt so intimate, made him feel so manly, so powerful and yet so submissive! “Please…” – he said simply, and looked with marvel Kale’s body tense, in the excruciating moment of the climax, and felt his cock pulse and throb into him, feeling for the first time a man’s essence filling his insides.

When Kale recoiled and pulled out from him, Teddy felt his head spinning and barely understood Kale’s question: “Do you still want Barry to fuck you?”

The guy nodded, but couldn’t say a single word, because Barry roared: “Of course he wants! Looking at the two of you fucking like rabbits made me stoked like never! Get out of my way!” – he concluded, roughly pulling Kale away and taking his place between Teddy’s legs.

“You’re now well lubricated and loosened, no need to fiddle around!” – he growled, unceremoniously shoving his meaty pole all the way inside the guy’s hole.

“OWWW…. SHIT!!” – Teddy cried out, as Barry’s cock was still too much for his unexperienced hole. “Oh, come on!” – Barry said, now completely lost into his own hypersexual desire – “You wanted to know how it feels, having sex with a man; well, kid, man-sex is what Kale did to you, but it’s also this! And this!”.

The rowdy worker punctuated his words with powerful thrusts of his mighty cock, making Teddy bounce on the mattress. Kale intervened: “Barry! No! That’s too much for him!”, but Barry flashed him a confident smirk: “Look at him: I’d say it’s not pain what’s painted on his face”

Truth to be told, Teddy seemed to feel anything but pain: he was holding Barry very tight, using both his arms and legs, and kept babbling: “More… More… Give me it all, sir!”

Kale smiled and shook his head: no man, gay or straight, expert or inexperienced, could ever resist to Barry’s magnetic charms. The powerful fuck went on for a while, until Teddy’s eyes widened with marvel, he gasped hard, without actually saying anything, and started bucking hard, with short ragged breaths: his untouched cock, much to his own surprise, was shooting like never before, shaken by the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life.

Barry shoved his thick club inside the guy’s clenching hole few times more, and then he too howled his pleasure, when a powerful climax exploded into his groin.

~ Vows to be honored ~

Kale went to the bathroom and brought some clean towels for Barry, Teddy and himself. While cleaning up and getting dressed, Kale said to Teddy: “Did we satisfy your curiosity? I saw you enjoyed it very much…”

Teddy nodded, but said nothing. A deep frown appeared on his forehead and his gaze moved down to the floor. “Didn’t you like it?” – Kale asked, worried. “It was wonderful, the most exciting and exhilarating experience in my life” – Teddy replied, with an even tone – “And it’s so sad I won’t feel like that ever more…”

“Why shouldn’t you?” – Barry said in his usual rough tone, adjusting his huge member into his briefs – “If you like something, you do it as much as you can! And talking about that, kid, whenever you want more, just come to me and I’ll provide you with all the meat you crave for!”

“Barry!” – Kale exclaimed, and then looked at Teddy, silently questioning him.

“I lied in my résumé…” – Teddy confessed, sitting on the bed – “I wrote that I’ve been married to a woman until recently, but the truth is I’m still married to her. I never felt passion for her, but I love her, in a way; I respect her and feel a great affection for her. I was confused when I married her, I wanted a normal life, and stupidly thought that getting married would have been the right thing to do. But it wasn’t. At first, I tried having sex with her…” – the guy continued, blushing red – “but often I couldn’t even get an erection. By now we don’t have any sex at all…”

“I’ve always had… hidden desires. Desires concerning men, I mean…” – Teddy revealed – “but I’ve always refused to explore that side of my sexuality. Now I can’t lie to myself any more: what you two have done to me was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, and for the first time I really felt… myself. Now I know I made a wrong decision, marrying my wife, but it’s not her fault if I’m not the man I made her believe I was. I couldn’t ever leave her, I vowed to love and respect her, and I’m going to honor that vow, or I couldn’t look anymore at myself in a mirror.”

“I even feel I’ve cheated on her, having sex with you tonight, but I had to know. I hoped I would’ve been disgusted, but I loved every moment of it. It’s been wonderful, and I can’t thank you both enough… but it will never happen again”.

Kale sat on the bed next to Teddy and held his hand: “You are such an honorable guy” – he said with a sympathetic tone – “and I fully understand what you mean. And Barry, too, as we both have been married, before acknowledging our true nature; but we didn’t have to leave our wives: they did it. You are making a hard choice, giving up to your sexuality out of affection and respect for your wife, and I promise we’ll never ever tempt you in any way, if this is what you want. But if you need to talk… just talk… about what you feel, what you dream or hope, call me. I’m good at listening to people”.

Teddy turned to Kale and his lips distended in a trembling smile: “Thank you Kale, I can’t put in words how much I’m grateful for what you’ve done for me”. And then, out of the blue, the guy flung his arms around the counselor and kissed him passionately, desperately, wetting his cheeks with warm tears.

Then he stood up, got closer to Barry and said: “Thank you, too. You gave me much more than your massive cock…!”, and then kissed him with equal passion.

Barry felt good: the guy’s words made him feel warm inside. He always knew he had an irresistible sex-appeal, but breaking through a married guy’s heart (and ass) definitely was a boost to his ego… as if he ever needed to boost it!

«This house is full of surprises!» – the worker thought, smiling. Little he knew that, no matter how surprising was Maison de la Motte, the biggest surprise was in store for him at the Cove…

~ Uninvited guest ~

Downstairs, the ball was in full swing. The champagne had untied the guests’ tongues, and there was a loud chatter that the orchestra tried in vain to overcome. But anyway, no one was dancing any more: the guests’ main occupation was eating the delicious food prepared by the Italian chef, drinking cup after cup of French champagne and commenting about the house… and the staff.

Brennan received many a praise for choosing such competent and good-looking staff members, especially LaCour, the Creole butler; and when Marco, the chef, came out of the kitchen on Beau’s request to receive the well-deserved compliments from the guests, all the boys, and even some men, felt a thrill down their spines and into their pants, admiring his masculine frame, his tanned complexion and the thick, black body hairy peeking out from the rolled sleeves and the open blouse.

No one heard the doorbell ring; no one but LaCour, of course, who silently went to the door and came back after a minute. He went to Beau, who was amiably chatting with Rowan and said: “There’s a gentleman at the door asking for Mr. Rowan, sir; but when he realized there was a party going on, he refused to come in. He’s waiting in the entrance hall”.

Rowan moved to the entrance hall, and was surprised to recognize the uninvited guest: “Gerry! [7] What an unexpected pleasure! Do come in, and join us!”

The man had to make an effort to find his voice: “Rowan? I almost didn’t recognize you dressed like this! My god, you’re such a sight! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come, you’re busy and I… I’m not dressed in a suitable way. I’d better go.”

“Please stay!” – Rowan hastened to say with a passionate tone. He felt such a great affection for that warehouse employee, who had always been so fatherly with him. Though being thirty years older than Rowan -he was in his early sixties- he was a real DILF, a hot hairy daddy (“a grizzly bear”, once he joked about himself, referring to the silver streaks in his thick beard and hair), and Rowan had always found him very sexy.

“Come to the parlour” – the guy said, leading the way to a small cozy room near the entrance hall – “so we can talk without being disturbed”.

“I’ve got something for you” – Gerry said when they were seated in the parlour – “It’s by far the object I treasure most, but it belongs to you…”

He opened a bag he was holding and took an old black leather jacket; one sleeve and part of the back was worn out, as if something had scraped hard the leather surface. It was old and damaged, but Rowan recognized it immediately and brought his hands to his gasping mouth. Speechless, he looked at Gerry with wet eyes and the man nodded: “Yes, it’s your father’s jacket, the one he was wearing when I took the photo you showed me. The one he was wearing… when he had the accident”.

Rowan gulped hard, extending his trembling hands to take the precious jacket. His father was no more just a name and an old photo! That jacket had come to him, across the decades, as a tangible proof that his father had really lived… and had really died. The guy held it tight into his arms, hugging it with desperate intensity, and couldn’t hold any more his heartfelt sobs. His hot tears wetted the tender leather, making it shine like it was brand new, but couldn’t delete the terrible marks that the hard asphalt left on it the moment it took Caleb’s life.

Gerry threw his muscular arms around Rowan and held him, and the jacket between them, in a tender, soothing hug, and patiently waited for Rowan’s sobs to trail off.

“You loved him, didn’t you?” – Rowan then asked, when he could finally get a grip on himself. “More than I can say” – Gerry replied, sincerely.

“And… did he…” – Rowan tried to say, afraid to ask the question that tortured him for so many years – “Did he love me?”

“He lived for you, you were the light of his life” – the man replied with a serene smile – “Since the moment you came into the world, you’ve always been on top of his thoughts. Even that day… that terrible day… his last words were for you. ‘Take care of my Rowan’, he told me, a moment before closing his eyes”.

“My Rowan…” – the guy repeated with a deep emotion straining his voice, holding the old leather jackets even tighter.

~ Twist of fate ~

They stood silent for a short while, lost in their own memories, and then Gerry lowered his eyes: “Life is so strange, so cruel and yet so surprising. Here I am, with you, Caleb’s son, on your thirtieth birthday…”

“You know today is my thirtieth birthday?” – Rowan asked, surprised. “How can I ever forget it? My son Jason was born on the very same day as you. He too would’ve turned thirty today…”

“Would have? Do you mean he’s…” – the guy murmured, suddenly understanding the reason of Gerry’s sad glances at him whenever they met.

Gerry angrily wiped away from his cheek a tear escaped from his eyes: “Damn! I’ve become a teary old man! But it still hurts so bad…”

The man took a deep breath and said: “He was seventeen, we had an argument, don’t even remember the reason. He had such a defiant attitude, and at one point he mocked me for my tender memory of Caleb, he told me harsh, scorching words about me being less of a man. Later I discovered that Jason had found a letter, a torn sheet with few words actually, that Caleb wrote to me. He yelled at me and I… I slapped him. I swear I had never laid a finger on him, never! But when I heard him talking like that about Caleb, I just lost it and hit him. He flashed me a hateful glance and ran out of the house, slamming the door behind him. I soon followed him, to stop him, to tell him I was sorry for hitting him, but I hadn’t even reached the door when I heard a loud screech of tires, a dull thud… and I felt my heart stop.”

Gerry looked at Rowan, and his eyes showed such a deep pain, such a desperate guilt that the guy felt his heart heavy as a stone.

“He was seventeen, goddammit! He was seventeen… And I killed him… I killed my only son…” – the man concluded, looking away to hide the tears welling in his eyes.

Rowan was shaken. He silently placed his hand on Gerry’s, but he couldn’t utter a word. He loved that man so much! He felt guilty, and for what? For having slapped his son once in a lifetime?

“I too ran away from home when I was seventeen” – the guy said when he could find again his voice, looking at the man with loving eyes – “I had to. I’m not going to tell you now what my stepfather did to me, every day, every night. Don’t feel guilty. Other fathers, or stepfathers, should be ashamed and feel guilty for what they did to their kids, not you”.

And then Rowan stood up, slowly removed his cape, his elegant jacket and the candid waistcoat, and reverently put on his father’s leather jacket over his white t-shirt. He pulled Gerry on his feet and silently hugged him, and the man felt like Caleb had come back from the shadows of time to soothe his pain with his loving embrace.

That timeless hug went on for what seemed an eternity, and then Gerry recoiled, took Rowan’s face in his hands and gave him a long, passionate, loving kiss. When, at long last, their lips parted, they realized that the house was silent: the party was over, and the guest had gone back home, or more probably headed upstairs to sleep in the many guest rooms.

They looked at each other, confused and overwhelmed by the strong emotions that, repressed for so long, that night had found their way out. Gerry was right: cruel as it can sometimes be, life is always full of unexpected surprises. For a strange twist of fate, Gerry, a man who dearly wished to be again the father he couldn’t be, had met Rowan, a guy who dearly wished to be the son he’d never been. Two men, two lives bonded by that worn out leather jacket, still bearing the visible marks of a cruel destiny, but still filled with the essence of a man they both loved with all their heart.

“Stay with me tonight, don’t go back home” – Rowan said under his breath, and when Gerry flashed an alarmed glance, still scared of opening again his hurting heart to love, the guy reassured him: “Just hold me in your arms, nothing more. Just hug me… daddy”.

They left the parlour, hand in hand, crossed the now silent ballroom and headed upstairs, to the small bedroom at the end of the corridor: the bedroom that, more than any other room in that house, had witnessed the most tender love and the most painful grief, and that night was about to witness the most powerful of human sentiments: the fond love between a father and his son.

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 42, ~ Rowan finds his way ~
[2] See Chapter 22, ~ Dusty splendor ~
[3] See Chapter 7, ~ Delayed lunch ~
[4] See Chapter 22, ~ Revenge! ~
[5] See Chapter 22, ~ Beau’s plans ~
[6] See Chapter 51, ~ Gay sex for a straight guy ~
[7] See Chapter 51, ~ Gerry, the grizzly bear ~

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(End of Chapter 53 – Please proceed to Chapter 54)

Fiction & Drama, Anal sex, Role-play, Love, Bisexual, First time