Rowan's Journey to Manhood

In the previous chapters…

This double chapter is the finale of Rowan’s long story: it would be quite pointless to summarize the entire saga, wouldn’t it? 😁

Grab a coffee and take your time: this is gonna be a loooong read!

Synopsys

So far, Rowan has run a long stretch of road that changed him deeply, turning him from the fearful, pale, troubled guy he was forced to be, into the serene, self-confident, beautiful man he longed and deserved to be. But to follow his new life with Gerry he must leave the Cove, and this will be the most heartbreaking step he must take.

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~ Cast of Characters with SFW images
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~ Book 01 (Chapters 1-10) with bookmarks and PictureBook01 with NSFW images
~ Book 02 (Chapter 11-20) with bookmarks and PictureBook02 with NSFW images
~ Book 03 (Chapter 21-30) with bookmarks and PictureBook03 with NSFW images
~ Book 04 (Chapter 31-40) with bookmarks and PictureBook04 with NSFW images
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~ Book 06 (Chapter 51-56) with bookmarks and PictureBook06 with NSFW images

≈ THE END OF A LONG JOURNEY ≈

~ Rowan leaves the Cove ~

“Rowan!” – Beau exclaimed, incredulous and alarmed – “You can’t be serious!”

“You can’t leave the Cove!” – Alex echoed him.

“It’s that man, right?” – Barry barked.

“Why on earth should you do that?” – Kale asked, feeling his heart shrink.

Rowan looked at the counselor and an uncertain smile appeared on his face: “I believe that you already know the answer. But I owe you all an explanation…” – the guy said, sitting at the dining table, soon followed by all the men. Luckily, Rowan thought, the boys were busy elsewhere, as he couldn’t face them, at the moment, especially Hendrick, the one he loved most.

“It seems a century ago when I first arrived at the Cove” – Rowan began – “but really it was less than a year ago. Kale spent an entire night with me on the beach, and for the first time in my life I talked about myself and about my stepfather, and what he did to me [1]. He told me that I had a journey ahead of me, a long and hard road to travel, but he was sure that in the end my path would’ve led me to peace, serenity and love”.

“Here at the Cove I’ve found a home, something that I’d never really had; I still remember the day Alex gave me the keys to the basement room [2]” – Rowan continued, looking with affection at the beefy guard.

“And here I met you all, and you were so loving and supportive to me!” – the guy said, looking around the table – “Step by step, you taught me to know and accept myself, to trust the others, and you showed me the many faces of man-love. Each of you had a crucial role in my life and helped me in my journey”.

A low grunt came from the corner of the room: it was Barry, who was looking out of the window, giving his back to the table, as if he didn’t want to hear what Rowan had to say.

“Barry, too” – the guy said, sorry for Barry’s refusal to join them – “Yes, it was quite a stormy relationship, the one between me and Barry, but in the end he let me take the most important step in my journey: the… last one”.

He let his words hang in the air for a moment, until all the men grasped their meaning.

“My journey is finally ended. Thanks to you all I’ve dispelled one by one all the demons that hunted my soul, including the last and most powerful one: the phantom of my stepfather. Since the beginning I realized that Barry was my Nemesis, he was the shadow of my past coming to take revenge on me, and I tried hard to fight him, to keep him away from me; and when I felt ready to finally defeat him… he won my heart. I won my battle against my demons because I lost my battle against him.”

Barry turned around and looked at Rowan with such a great intensity, affection and sorrow that the guy felt a lump in his throat. But he took a deep breath and turned back to the men sitting at the table.

“I’ve found not only peace and serenity, at the end of my journey. I’ve found love, too” – the guy continued, with sparkling eyes – “His name is Gerry, he works at the warehouse that provided us the supplies to renovate Maison de la Motte. And while he’s absolutely gorgeous, though being in his sixties, that’s not the reason why I love him. He knew my father, he was there when he died. They were more than friends… They were lovers”.

There were murmurs of surprise around the table, but Rowan didn’t let them ask questions, as he had many more things to tell them.

“He had a son, Jason, who was born the same day as me. He died in an accident, and for many years Gerry has tried in vain to cope with the void his death left inside his heart. Until now. Someway, I could fill, in part, the void left by Jason, just like he could fill the void left by my father. A benign fate, or whatever you want to call it, let Gerry and me meet each other, and a strong bond has instantly tied us together. Yesterday he asked me to be his boy… and I told him that I already was, since the day we first met”.

Beau was the first to get a grip on himself, after listening to Rowan’s tale and his last revelation and, being the boss, talked on behalf of the Cove: “Rowan, this is wonderful!” – he said sincerely – “And this Gerry definitely seems a good man! The simple fact that he makes you so happy is enough for me… I mean, I’m sure that we all would get along with him perfectly fine! There is absolutely no reason for you to leave the Cove, you can live here, sharing a suite with Gerry, like Alex and Charlie, or Stewart and Rick… Money is not a problem, you already know this, Rowan: I don’t want you two to pay a rent or anything!” – Beau continued, with an increasing urgency, almost a note of desperation in his voice – “We’ll give you all the privacy you need, you can do whatever you want! Just… don’t leave, Rowan! Don’t leave us…”

~ A heartbreaking choice ~

Rowan had to put an effort not to cry, in the face of such a passionate plea and such a generous offer. “I can’t even put in words how much I’m thankful for your offer, Beau. And I don’t need to tell you how much I love you all. But it’s impossible. Gerry wouldn’t suit this place, he’s such a private person, he’s so proud of his independence. And he’s not… to use Kale’s words… one of us. You see, he’s not into men, and the Cove… the Cove is…”

“Bullshit!” – Barry roared from the corner of the room – “He was your father’s lover, and he’s now your lover, sort of… I mean, you’re his boy, in the last days he must’ve fucked you a million times, so what’s this crap about him not being ‘one of us’?”

“My father was his only male lover” – Rowan said, irritated by Barry’s vulgar implication – “And I’m not his lover. I don’t really know what I am for him, but for sure we didn’t fuck!  He’s not into man-love. He’s been married, had a son, and never felt attracted to another man. My father was an exception, and anyway their love ended way too early. He’s different, Barry! I… I can’t ask him to come live here. I tried, but for him living here is not an option. I must leave the Cove… though this will be by far the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever done in my life!”

Rowan looked around the table, and the men either kept their eyes low, to hide their sorrow, or nodded to him, understanding that he had no choice. But when he turned to Barry, who was looking at him from away, he gasped, as the man’s eyes were filled with a mix of anger, sorrow, resignation and love. Rowan spotted a single tear, shimmering on his lower eyelid, and he couldn’t stay put any more: he stood up and threw himself into Barry’s strong arms, clinging to his powerful torso with all his strength: “No, Barry, not you! Of all the men, not you! Don’t look at me like this, you’re breaking my heart!”

They held each other in a tight hug for a long time, under the astonished gaze of the other men, who still didn’t get used to see Rowan and Barry being so affectionate to each other.

At one point, Barry recoiled and held Rowan at arm’s length. “Listen kid, I have an urgent matter to deal with, it won’t take long, but I have to go for an hour or so” – he said – “Promise you won’t go away until I’m back. Promise! Don’t leave without saying me goodbye. OK?”

“OK, I promise. I have to collect my stuff, anyway… though there’s not much to collect” – Rowan replied with an uncertain smile.

Barry rushed out, and in few seconds they heard the tires of his truck screeching on the asphalt.

~ A furious worker ~

«Son of a bitch!» – Barry thought angrily, while driving at blazing speed through the city – «Putting that lovely kid between the devil and the deep sea this way! If he doesn’t know how to deal with his own boy, I’ll teach him!»

He knew well where to go: he coordinated the working teams renovating Maison de la Motte and had met Gerry many times. He knew where he worked and, more important, he knew where he lived. He halted his truck in front of the modest building and stormed out, without even bothering to lock the doors.

Gerry was making a coffee, wearing his underwear, when he heard someone banging hard at his door. When he opened the door, he couldn’t even say ‘Hi Barry’, as a hand as strong as a vice gripped on his throat.

“Motherfucker!” – Barry growled, pushing an astonished Gerry backwards to the bedroom. When there, Barry shoved the man on the bed, making him fall on his back on the old mattress.

“Are you crazy, man?” – Gerry yelled, trying to get up from the bed, but was pushed down again – “Listen, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, Barry, but I don’t want to have a brawl with you. So, tell me what the fuck are doing here and then get the fuck out of my house!”

He tried again to get up, but this time it was Barry’s fist, crashing on his face, that sent him back down on the bed. “This is for what you did to Rowan!”

Hearing Rowan’s name, Gerry became enraged. He had more than sixty springs on his shoulders, but when you’ve been a tough biker, you always are, and his reflexes kicked in on autopilot. His leg, bent off the bed between Barry’s feet, sprang up and hit hard the worker’s groin, making him howl for the pain.

While Barry gasped for the sudden pain, Gerry jumped on his feet. He could take advantage of the man still bent over, holding his crotch, but he waited for him to recover. “So, the problem is Rowan, uh?” – he said angrily – “Well, now Rowan is my boy, and that’s none of your business!”

“The hell it isn’t!” – Barry roared, throwing another punch at Gerry, who dodged it – “I won’t let Rowan become your boy! You don’t deserve to have a boy!”

“No!” – Gerry screamed. Until then, he’d just tried to defend himself from Barry’s attacks, but when Barry threatened to take Rowan away from him, he was blinded by a cold fury. “Rowan is my boy! He’s my boy!” – he yelled, enraged – “Don’t you dare to touch him, motherfucker! Don’t you dare or I’ll kill you!”

Gerry’s fists flied like a swarm of mosquitos around Barry’s head, hitting him repeatedly on his cheeks, on his chin and on his temples. “Don’t you dare!!” – he kept screaming, hitting Barry as hard as he could, in a frenzy of rage.

“If you care so much for him” – Barry yelled, now understanding, in the only way he knew, how important Rowan was for the man – “so why are you breaking his heart?”

Gerry suddenly froze. “What you mean? Me? Breaking Rowan’s heart?”

“Yeah, stud!” – the worked replied, massaging his face – “The poor kid in this moment is at the Cove, saying goodbye to the people he loves most and to the only place he could feel his home! How do you think he’s feeling?? And you call yourself his master!” – Barry roared, pushing again Gerry on the bed and pinning him down with his whole weight.

“Leave me alone, motherfucker!” – the man said, trying to wriggle out of Barry’s iron grip – “I’m not his master!”

“You ain’t?” – Barry replied – “So, what are you for Rowan?”

“I… I don’t know…” – Gerry said under his breath.

Holding down the man with one hand, Barry used his other hand to unbuckle his own belt, and used it to tie the man’s hands to the bed headboard.

“Did you fuck him?” – he then asked, when the man was immobilized. “No! Shit, no!!” – he replied – “I’m not… you know…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re a ladies’ man” – Barry mocked him, flashing a lascivious grin – “But even a ladies’ man can sometimes enjoy… something different!”

Abruptly, Barry pulled down Gerry’s briefs and tossed them away. “What the fuck are you doing, man?!” – the bound man yelled – “I told you I’m not into these things!”

Barry didn’t reply, and started removing his shirt, and then his tank, wet with sweat. “You ain’t, uh?” – he growled, playing with his own thick body hair and his meaty nipples. Gerry gulped hard and faintly shook his head, but didn’t utter a word and didn’t tear his gaze away from the muscular hairy torso towering over him.

The worker pulled off his boots and removed his jeans, revealing his worn-out briefs, straining to hold his growing manhood. He took a handful of his own cock and balls and groaned lustfully. Gerry squirmed, tried again to free his hands and murmured: “No, man…”

But his cock had different plans, as it started swelling and getting ticker, until it proudly stood at full mast.

“It seems that after all we have something in common…” – Barry said in a low voice, pulling down his briefs and setting free his own cock, as hard as Gerry’s.

“Please, man…” – Gerry whined, and Barry moved closer, bending over him and pressing his manhood over Gerry’s. “Please what, man?” – he hissed, and the bound man opened his mouth but no sound came out.

Barry thrusted his cock back and forth, slowly, brushing over Gerry’s crotch, until the man whined again: “Please…”

Barry lowered his face until their lips were at less than an inch from each other. “Please… what?”

“Please… fuck me…” – Gerry replied under his breath, unable to cope with the turmoil that the oversexed man was causing in his soul… and his body.

~ The ladies’ man surrenders ~

Barry recoiled and spat twice on his hand to wet his cock: he knew that Gerry was not used to a man’s cock, and sure enough he wasn’t used to a cock as massive as that one. For a moment, a long, intense moment, Barry though at the pain that man had caused to Rowan (and to Barry himself, but he refused to acknowledge this notion) and revelled in the thought of causing him an even greater pain, splitting his ass with one single thrust of his mighty spear.

But it lasted only a split second, and he changed his mind: taking revenge was tempting, but he could get a much greater result with a different approach.

So, he placed the man’s legs over his shoulders and pressed his large mushroom head on the man’s sphincter; and then waited for him to relax, piercing him with his laser-blue eyes and whispering: “Come on, open up, man… If you really want me inside you, let me in…”. His eyes, his voice, where almost hypnotic. The man stopped squirming and looked down, between his own legs, at the monster cock pressed against his nether portal. He was overwhelmed by the desire of feeling that hard, thick rod inside him… and yielded himself to the powerful, sexy man towering on him.

Barry felt the ass ring open up and pressed harder: he knew that no matter how the man could try, he would never be able to relax enough for him. He knew for sure, the moment his wide glans forced open the tight sphincter, that he was causing a sharp pain to the man.

But Gerry didn’t scream. Just like on that distant day when Caleb took his virginity with unwitting carelessness, he didn’t utter a sound, as the exhilaration of feeling that hard meat inside him overcame any pain it could cause to him.

The long cock slowly crawled its way deep inside the man, caressing his insides in ways he’d long forgotten. He looked at Barry with pleading eyes and murmured: “Release my hands, man, please. Let me touch you…”

Barry quickly complied, knowing that the man wouldn’t ever wanted to go anywhere, and Gerry placed his hands over Barry’s muscular abs, feeling the hairy skin under his palms. His fingers searched for the meaty nipples and caressed them, played with them, and gently squeezed the tender titties, making Barry moan with pleasure.

“Is this what you want?” – Barry asked, pumping with a slow, steady rhythm his cock in and out of the muscular ass. “More” – Gerry replied under his breath – “Give me more, man…”

Barry didn’t need to be told twice. The pace of his hips ramped up, pounding with growing power into the man’s chute and battering hard his prostate, unused to such a harsh treatment.

“Oww… shit, man! Fuck! Ah!” – Gerry moaned loud, while his hand instinctively moved down to his own cock, but Barry slapped it away: “You don’t need that. Your man is in charge, and he’ll take care of you…”

‘Your man’… The words bounced into Gerry’s mind, while he slowly fell under Barry’s spell. Yes! That man, so powerful and masculine, would’ve taken care of him, of his pleasure! His cock was so hard that it ached, his balls were so full of cum they felt like they were about to explode. And that big cock, powerfully sliding back and forth into his ass, was relentlessly crushing that sweet spot inside him…!

“Ahh… Fuck man… I’ve never felt… Gawd!! Please… Please man…!”

“Please what?” – Barry asked with a knowing, affectionate smile. “Don’t play with me, Barry… Aaahh…” – Gerry replied, tossing his head from side to side, while the brawny worker paced up his thrusts, making his swollen balls splat hard on the man’s bare buttocks – “Let me cum, man… Please… Please… I… OWW FUCK!!! AAAAARRGGHHH!!”

Gerry’s hands gripped hard on Barry’s muscular biceps and his whole body stiffened, and in seconds his cock started shooting white cream like a fire hydrant. “Fuck! Aaahh! Fuck!!” – Gerry continued yelling, keeping his eyes tightly shut, while his cock spurted endless streaks of juice all over his chest.

Barry was ecstatic: he had what he wanted, making Gerry cum like never before, in an orgasm he’d hardly forget. His mission was accomplished. But of course, his hefty balls full of manly juice wanted something totally different, and compelled him to shove his rock-hard cock into the tender canal over and over, in a sexual frenzy, until Barry howled his pleasure and flooded the man’s hole with gallons of pent-up semen.

His cock was still dripping sperm when he jumped off the bed and started getting dressed. He looked at Gerry, devastated by the incredible experience, and flashed him a knowing smile. “I bet you won't forget anytime soon what I did to you today...” – Barry said, with a confident tone. Gerry's uncertain eyes fixated on the muscular worker; he opened his mouth to say something, but he ended up just shaking faintly his head.

Barry smiled with confident pride, turned around without a word and went out, leaving an astonished Gerry, sprawled on the crumpled bed, behind him.

~ A sad farewell ~

But the good feelings harboring in his heart suddenly vanished when he went back home and entered the living room. The entire Cove was there, sitting on the armchairs and the sofas, around Rowan. The guy had already packed his few belongings into his worn-out backpack and a travel bag that Rick had lent him. The old bedsheets and towels he brought with him when he first sneaked into the basement of the Cove had been thrown away long before, and he sternly refused to take away anything from the fancy room that Barry and the other guys provided him after the accident with the water pump [3].

“So, you are leaving...” – Barry said ruefully – “You didn't want to listen to reason...”

“Barry, please...” – Rowan replied with passion – “Don't make things even harder... I'm not going to war, I'm just moving to another part of the town, I'll come visit the Cove as often as I can!”

Barry shook his head, as he knew that a tight bond was about to be severed forever, and it hurt... It hurt like hell!

“Be happy for me, Barry!” – Rowan added with a loving tone – “I've found a very special man who will take care of me...”

“He's more special than you think...” – the worker murmured, in such a low voice that no one heard anything but an unintelligible gibberish. He looked around, and the faces of the man and boys in the room told him that they'd tried their best to convince Rowan to stay, but in vain.

“OK then!” – Barry then said aloud, angrily – “If you have to go, then get out of here! The sooner the better!”. Rowan got closer to him to give him a farewell hug, but the man turned around and went to the window, looking at the distant ocean. For no reason in the world he would've wanted the other men, and especially Rowan, to see the tears welling in his eyes.

Rowan turned to Beau and hugged him tight: “A simple 'thank you' can't possibly be enough to express my gratitude for what you did for me. But my entire heart is in these two words. Thank you”. Beau took a deep breath to get rid of the lump in his throat and replied: “This is your home, it will always be. The Cove will always be a safe shelter for you. Remember it”.

The guy smiled and nodded to the blond boss, and then turned to hug the other men. Alex and Stewart tried to appear relaxed, but their tension was palpable. Kale hugged Rowan tight and said: “I never imagined your journey could end like this...”. Rowan flashed an affectionate smile and replied: “My journey is not over. I guess it will go on my entire life... just like everyone else. But walking along the path hand in hand with you made me feel safe, you held me tight when I was about to get lost. I'm not sure if this will make you feel better, but if today I can walk out of that door, it's thanks to you”.

Wahkan came closer and didn't hug Rowan; instead, he placed his right hand on the guy's chest, and Rowan did the same. “The Spirits flow strong through your soul. They will protect you and give you strength. May the Spirits watch your steps, Wi-Sapa”. Rowan stood tall, looked straight at the wise Sioux and replied: “I am, and will always be, devoted to you, Wahkan”.

Next, Rowan got closer to Jorell and flashed at the tall black man a shy smile. “We met only recently” – the guy said – “and we didn't talk that much. But nevertheless, you gave me... uhm... something I won't ever forget! [4]”. They both giggled and hugged tight.

Saying goodbye to the boys was a boisterous affair. Charlie, LaShawn, Chayton and Brennan overwhelmed him with a group hug that almost made all them fall sprawled on the floor. Many thanks, goodbyes and promises to see each other soon were said, though all of them knew, deep inside, that nothing would ever be the same between them. The joyous sex, the Boy's Court, the dramas always solved with hot love-making, the secrets that everyone knew... All of this was now the past, and would never come back.

The last goodbye was the most painful one. “Hendrick...” – Rowan murmured getting closer to the boy who, more than any other, helped him find his way and loved him with all his heart. Rick shook his head, as he couldn't speak. And anyway, nothing could be said to take away the pain they both were feeling in that moment. So, he just placed his hands on Rowan's face and gave him a tender, passionate kiss that seemed to last forever.

Then, with a deep breath, Rowan picked up his small baggage and headed to the main door, followed by all the guys. He went out on the street and turned around to a last farewell. He smiled with great affection and raised his hand, and all the men did the same, reminding him his promise to come visiting them soon, and wishing each other all the best. Rowan looked at each of them, intensely, as to etch their faces into his memory. But one face was missing: Barry. Rowan gazed through the main door, and further down to the living room, and Barry was there, still looking out of the window, giving his back to the door.

He dropped his bags on the sidewalk, murmured something walking through the crowd in the entrance hall and went to Barry. “Goodbye, Barry...” – the guy said, placing a hand on the wide shoulders, but the only reaction he could spot was Barry's hand making a tightly clenched fist. The man didn't turn his head and didn't reply. Rowan sighed and turned around, but the faint reflection of the glass revealed him the sad, teary eyes that Barry was trying hard to hide.

Rowan went back out, picked up his bags, and with a last nod to the men crammed in the doorway walked down the street. He heard the sound of the main door of the Cove closing behind him and felt like that door was painfully closing in his heart.

~ A new Rowan ~

When Rowan entered Gerry's apartment, the man was toweling off after a shower. The guy was in a gloomy mood, but as soon as he laid his eyes on the half-naked muscular man he smiled and threw himself into his arms. Gerry held him tight, in silence, searching himself for comfort, after the intense experience with Barry, an experience that touched him deep, in ways he couldn't understand.

"Get comfortable for half an hour, while I prepare something for lunch" – Rowan said, trying for the first time to perform the tasks he was convinced that fell on him, as Gerry's boy. Reluctantly, Gerry moved to the bedroom, put on a pair of shorts and lay on the bed, looking at Rowan through the open door.

The guy started preparing something simple, as his culinary skills were quite poor, and had a hard time dealing with the stove and the pots. «Looking at Hendrick, it all seemed so simple!» – he thought, and suddenly the notion that he wouldn't have looked any more at Rick juggling pans and pots in his kitchen like a pro hit him like a ton of bricks.

And then, out of nowhere, his mind recalled the time he painstakingly climbed to Beau's attic, holding a heavy tray full of food, and the man looked like a blond god, an Apollo coming straight from Olympus [5].

Gerry, from away, looked at the guy slowing down, lost in his thoughts, and felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw his eyes welling with tears.

«It must've been hard for him saying goodbye to his friends... Barry was right... » – he thought, feeling guilty; and still, the idea of moving with Rowan to the Cove never crossed his mind. His simple mind had already too many things to cope with, and the most recurring and scaring question he tried to answer to was: «What does Rowan expects from me? How does he wants me to show my love for him?».

Rowan's voice calling him to lunch roused him from his tangled thoughts. He sat at the table and ate with Rowan the canned beans the guy had prepared. They exchanged only few void words: there was no tension between them, they looked at each other with sincere affection, and yet both of them had their mind elsewhere.

After lunch, Gerry washed his teeth with extreme care and moved again to the bedroom, while Rowan took a long shower. He always cared for hygiene very much, but he took his time to wash himself thoroughly, after the early morning encounter with Barry.

He exited the shower and toweled off, dried his hair and combed it accurately. He glanced briefly at the mirror to check himself… and froze, staring at himself.

From the mirror, a handsome, manly guy with long raven hair and a fair complexion lightly tanned by the summer sun was looking back at him, flashing a confident, sincere smile. The deep, almost black eyes staring at him from the mirror were self-assured and sparkling with joy, with no trace of sorrow or uncertainty. In a split second it was clear to Rowan to what extent the long, painful journey he made had changed him.

His journey had turned him from the fearful, pale, troubled guy he was forced to be, into the serene, self-confident, beautiful man he longed and deserved to be.

He tried to remember the times when he lived on the streets, but the memory was blurred, it was… another life, a life that ended the moment he stepped into the Cove.

He slowly went to the bedroom, tying the towel around his waist, and lay on the bed beside Gerry, who was staring at the ceiling and didn't move. They both stood there, on the bed, immersed in their own thoughts. The new life they were beginning together was thrilling, but a whole lot of unfinished business, severed bonds and blurred feelings prevented them both to fully enjoy it.

Gerry, staring at the ceiling, was thinking to what happened with Barry. The man had forcefully pressed many buttons inside him, and he couldn't get a grip on what were his feelings toward Barry and... what the man did to him.

«No, what I did with him» – Gerry corrected himself, as he remembered very neatly that he had an active part in what happened.

And then, there was Rowan. Gerry felt guilty for having forced the guy to move out of the Cove, a place he surely was tightly bound to.

«If only I could love him the way he wants me to...» – he thought, turning his head and glancing pensively at the young, lithe body barely covered by the towel, lying beside him. Rowan felt Gerry's eyes on him and turned his head, and when their eyes met Gerry felt a rush of love spreading in his heart. «But I can love him that way... I want to love him that way!» – he found himself thinking, while his cock in his shorts came to life.

The man extended a hand and gently pulled Rowan into his arms: "I love you so much, kid..." – he said in a low voice, while his hand caressed the guy's back, moving down, intruding under the towel and taking a handful of his pale buttocks.

"Gerry..." – the guy murmured, surprised – "You don't have to do this... I know you want to do it for me, but don't worry for me, I can wait... I can wait even forever..."

Rowan was not exaggerating: he knew that Gerry wasn't inclined, to use a euphemism, to have sex with men, and though he ardently desired to feel joined with Gerry in the most intimate way, he was ready, out of love for him, to completely give up to his desire.

"It's not just you..." – the man replied, tearing away Rowan's towel – "now it's us. I want to do it for us... I need to prove to both of us to what extent I love you..."

Gerry was trying to look self-confident, but inside he was trembling like a virgin teen. And he was, in a way, as in his life he’d fucked countless women, and even yielded his ass to Caleb, but he never fucked another man. And Rowan wasn’t just “another man”, he was his boy!

Rowan sensed the turmoil of emotions agitating the man’s soul and his heart raced, in a burst of love for him. He wanted to say many things, but he found he couldn’t, as a lump in his throat had taken his voice away. Speechless, he looked with eager eyes at Gerry removing his shorts: he was already hard.

~ A foreign language ~

Suddenly, with a quick move, Gerry positioned himself between Rowan's legs and raised them to his shoulders. It seemed like he was afraid to lose momentum, or think twice and give up to his resolution. He frantically massaged his cock, now rock hard, and placed it at Rowan's rear entrance.

The guy gasped: "Gerry, wait..." – he began to say, but Gerry was already forcefully pushing his thick dry cock into the tender, unprotected hole, painfully forcing open the guy's ass, already aching for Barry's furious fuck. Rowan chocked a gasp, and tried to relax, but the pain was stinging.

Gerry immediately understood, from the hard friction he felt on his sensitive glans, that he was doing it wrong, and immediately recoiled. "Oh, I’m so sorry, kid!! I... I don’t know… I need..." – he stuttered, looking around the room with an anxious, uncertain gaze. "You only need a little spit... and a little gentleness” – Rowan replied with a tender tone – “A man's ass is way tighter and... less lubricated than a woman's cunt".

Rowan then glanced intensely at the man: "Gerry, do you really want to do it?" – he asked, and the man's reply made his heart melt: "You're my boy. I want you to feel you're my boy".

The guy smiled tenderly, looking at the big grizzly bear wetting his cock with care and then coming closer again, almost tentatively, as if he was uncertain about what to do.

When the thick cock first entered him, gently forcing open the elastic anal ring, Rowan gasped: not for the pain, but rather for the feeling of… fulness that Gerry’s thick cock was giving him. In his life, when he still lived with his stepfather, and then when he stayed at the Cove, Rowan had been fucked by several well-endowed men, including Barry and Jorell, two champions in that department! And yet the sense of fullness he was feeling was greater than ever, because it wasn’t just physical: in that moment, making sweet love with him, Gerry was filling his life, his heart and soul, as much as his ass.

“Ooohh sir…! Oh, Daddy!” – Rowan moaned, gripping his fingers on the man’s bulging biceps – “It feels so good! …Aaahh… I’m your boy, Daddy… Make love to me, take me… Own me, sir!”

Gerry slowly felt his tension wane, seeing Rowan respond so enthusiastically to his love-making. How different was fucking a guy, compared to a woman! How exquisitely intimate was being joined to Rowan, rejoicing his gasps, his quivering, his hips tilting to better meet his cock! Sure enough, Gerry had a fair share of women squirming and even screaming under his cock, in his life, but this… this…

“This is unbelievable…” – the man said in a low voice. The pleasure radiating from his cock was something he’d never experienced, and the deep connection he was feeling with Rowan was even greater than the intimacy he felt with his wife… when they still loved each other.

His hips moved slowly, at a steady pace, while his eyes widened in amazement. He felt, he knew that he still was attracted by girls, he wasn’t a different man, but making love to Rowan was opening new doors into his mind, it was like… learning to speak a foreign language, without forgetting his first one!

“Oh, kid… You’re making me feel…. Owww! You’re so hot… so tight… I think I’m about to cum…”

“No…” – Rowan pleaded, overwhelmed by Gerry’s confident masculinity and by the sweet sensation his expert cock could elicit inside him – “Please Daddy… make it last… I don’t want this to ever end…”

The man took a deep breath and slowed down: his boy wanted him to last, and for fuck’s sake he’d do it! He flashed a half-smile: he definitely was not an unruly teen, he had experience, and had a total control on his sexuality; and for once, being in his sixties was a good thing, as it took him a little longer to reach his climax.

He made Rowan turn on his side, and held one of his legs high, while his cock rammed harder and harder into the tender chute. The initial uncertainties had left space to an exuberant, assured sexuality. In the beginning, he wanted to fuck Rowan to make him feel his boy, but what really happened was that Gerry was finally feeling Rowan his boy!

“You want this not to ever end, uh?” – he said with a lustful tone and a playful grin, looking at Rowan’s cock as hard as a steel pole, profusely dripping pre-cum – “Well, kid, I’m sure you’ll soon beg me to put an end to your suffering!”

His cock paced up, reaching deeper into the guy’s linings at each powerful thrust. Every time his hips hit Rowan’s butt, the guy uttered a squeal, and soon his eyes started rolling back.

“Oh, sir…! Aaahh… yesss…. Mmmhh… Fill me up, Daddy! Fill your boy with your cream, sir! Nnnngghh…!!!”

Rowan suddenly turned his head sideways, so to lock eyes with his man, and said, with a voice that exuded all the pleasure his was feeling: “This is for you, Daddy! This… is for… you… AAAGGHHH!!”

His untouched cock throbbed hard and surrendered to the explosive spontaneous orgasm that had long built up inside him. Rowan kept forcefully open his eyes and never broke eye contact with Gerry, while his pleasure swept through his body like a hurricane. Gerry gasped and was suddenly lost into Rowan’s twin black lakes, while the guy’s soul got unveiled under his very eyes.

And it was a place full of love, pleasure, serenity and light, without any trace of the darkness that poisoned Rowan’s soul for many long years.

“Oh, kid… Oh, kid… OOOHH!!!!” – Gerry howled, amazed, while his own cock started spurting forceful shots of hot man cream deep inside his boy’s chute.

The twin orgasms went on and on, and they looked into each other’s eyes, sharing their pleasure, their happiness, their love. When their cocks were finally spent and satisfied, they fell into each other’s arms, both surprised and thrilled by the unexpected turn their life had taken.

~ Happiness and doubts ~

After a long while, they recoiled with a sigh and stood on the bed, on their side, looking at each other.

“Gerry…” – Rowan said pensively after a while – “It’s such a sincere, manly name. Gerry. I like it. What does it stand for? Gerald?”

“No, no…” – Gerry replied, with a hint of embarrassment.

“Maybe Germain?”

“Why do you want to know, kid? Everyone calls me Gerry, it’s not that important…”

“Come on! I’d love you even if your name was Geronimo…!”

Gerry laughed and then flashed a shy smile: “Not Geronimo, but almost there… It’s… ehm… Algernon”.

Rowan smiled wide: “But it’s so beautiful, so classy! So… British!”

“Exactly! There was nothing classy or British in the rural Mid-West town I was raised. I hate my name, it’s not… me!”

“I think it’s you, actually. On the outside, you look like a ‘Gerry’, but deep inside you are an ‘Algernon’… You are an Algernon in disguise!”

They laughed again, and then remained silent, looking at each other, following their own thoughts.

Gerry was happy! Not only he could make love to his boy the way he wanted, but in the process he’d learned that love and sex have so many forms, and the whole “men-go-only-with-girls” bullshit was… such a waste! Making love to a man was just… different, and as engaging as doing it with a woman.

He was quite a reserved man, and since his wife left him, years before, he had only few occasional female partners; but, as a man, he always thought of the million girls that potentially he could lay. He couldn’t restrain a lustful smile, thinking of the million guys that now he could fuck! Well, he didn’t want to do that, but it was a possibility, nevertheless!

His smile soon faded in an uncertain frown: what about Rowan? Now Rowan was his boy… whatever that meant. Was he supposed to be faithful to his boy? Would Rowan get hurt if he had sex with someone else, woman or man? Again, he didn’t want to do that, he surely wasn’t planning to do that, but… what if it just happened?

And then, there was Barry… Gerry felt uneasy thinking about him and what happened that morning. Barry didn’t fit in the picture of him joyfully fucking women and men alike. Barry fucked him in the ass! Hard!

Years before, when Gerry surrendered his ass to Caleb, it was totally different, it was like sharing something important with his best friend, a man who loved him! Doing that with Caleb non only didn’t force him to question his heterosexuality, but actually completed it, making him live to a fuller extent his relationship with his female partners, and then with his wife.

But Barry took him by brute force, fucked the crap out of him, there was no love in his fuck, only raw lust. That brawny worker forced him to submit to his superior masculinity, and it was utterly humiliating!

But then, Gerry wondered, why just thinking of Barry made something throb deep inside him?

Rowan definitely had no such doubts, because he already knew the answer: Barry was Barry, no one could cross his path (or his cock’s path) without falling hard for him.

And another thought that for sure wasn’t oppressing Rowan’s mind was the “monogamy” problem that was worrying Gerry so much: living at the Cove taught him that it was quite normal for men and boys to have fuck buddies, or even a steady partner, without lessening in any way the special bond between a boy and his man. Wahkan and Jorell, for example, were perfectly fine with Chayton and LaShawn being a couple; and as for occasional sex… well, the Cove was the Cove: occasional, joyful sex just went with the territory!

The guy’s mind was filled with completely different thoughts: he felt happy! He felt… happy to be happy: for the first time in his life his soul was free to bask into happiness! He loved Gerry like crazy, also because he wanted to put an effort to satisfy his boy’s needs; but, on top of that, Rowan sensed the man’s inner change, when he opened his heart to a different kind of love and sex.

And he was happy because now he could give all of himself to Gerry: something that, just few months earlier, would’ve been simply impossible, with his demons holding a firm icy grip on his heart. But at the Cove he could find a bunch of strong, loving, wise men who helped him travel his long road to a mature, adult sexuality.

Rowan’s happy smile, too, soon faded. The Cove! He’d left it just few hours before, and he already missed it so much! Hendrick, Kale, Beau had such an important role in his life, and he felt like he just turned his back to them. How could he forget how sweet was the first time Hendrick made love to him [6], or the night when he opened his heart to Kale [7], or when he dramatically surrendered to Beau [8]! Even Stewart, who “just” taught him to love himself [9] and masturbate [10], had helped him so much!

Sure enough, Rowan could go visit the Cove anytime, but… it wouldn’t be the same. He had traded the joy of living at the Cove with a greater, more complete joy: he had finally found the man he had been looking for since he ran away from his stepfather. He almost couldn’t believe how lucky he’d been!

But then, why his eyes were suddenly welling with tears?

~ Soothing love at the Cove ~

“Entrez!” – Beau said in a low voice hearing a knock on the door. Kale entered the room and looked at the blond boss lying on his bed, wearing only his underwear.

“You didn’t come down to lunch…” – the counselor inquired. “I’m not hungry…” – was the even reply.

Rowan’s sudden decision to leave the Cove had hit hard them all, but Beau seemed particularly sad about it. Kale just couldn’t stand seeing him, usually so positive and poised, in such a gloomy mood.

An idea flashed in his mind and he stifled a grin: “Oh, so you’re not hungry, are you?” – he said, moving to the foot of the bed, so to be in full view for Beau, and started stripping seductively. The colorful shirt, already unbuttoned, quickly fell on the floor, revealing Kale’s lean but defined torso, his almost hairless pecs and his abs, so chiseled that one could grate the cheese on them.

He removed his shoes and unbuttoned his pants, letting them slowly slide down his long sinewy legs. He turned around, doubled over and slowly peeled down his tight boxer briefs, revealing inch by inch his firm butt and his secluded rosebud to Beau, who smiled: “You wicked man…” – he said, with a lustful tone – “Is this what they teach you at school, in Hawaii?”

“This, and much more…” – Kale replied, seductively, climbing on the bed and lying next to him. He took some lube from the jar placed on the nightstand, raised his legs and started greasing and fingering his own hole, looking straight at Beau, who had raised on his knees to have a better look at the enticing show.

The blond boss took a handful of his growing cock through his boxers and then quickly removed them, setting his long, hard cock free. “You had it coming, man…” – he growled, massaging his manhood and flashing to his lover a randy smile.

Kale rolled on his belly and parted his legs, so to offer an unobstructed access to Beau. He suddenly felt the large mushroom head pushing on his rear entrance and welcomed it in. Beau lay down, pressing his chest on Kale’s back, while his long cock moved slowly in and out of the warm, slick canal.

“I love you, man, you know that?” – Beau whispered seductively into Kale’s ear, and when the counselor replied “Yessss…”, it was quite obvious that he wasn’t just answering the question.

“Oww… fuck me, stud…” – the Hawaiian moaned, in extasy, submitting to the powerful man – “Please, sir… Fuck me hard… Take me, own me, sir!”

He spread his legs even wider and reached out to the headboard, tightening his fingers around it, pretending to be tied to the bed, spread-eagled, at the total mercy of his hot lover.

Beau had a deja-vu feeling, and suddenly he remembered when Rowan, on that very bed, in that very position, told him the same “Own me, sir!” [11]. Kale felt Beau’s hips slow down and his cock lose its stiffness. Beau tried to push away those thoughts from his mind, but it was too late: he’d totally lost his erection.

He recoiled, mortified, mumbling: “I… I’m sorry… I…”, and angrily threw himself on the bed, beside Kale. For a moment no one talked, but then Kale hugged him tenderly and said: “There’s nothing to be sorry for, buddy…”

“It never happened to me so far, I never… failed” – the blond man replied, shyly.

“Hey, man, I’m not going to listen to bullshit like this!” – Kale protested – “’Fail’ is a word that has no room in your vocabulary, and thank god we’re both men, we don’t have to prove anything to each other!”

Beau’s lips distended into an uncertain smile and the counselor added: “It’s Rowan, right?”. The man nodded: “I miss him so much!”

“We all miss him, but he’s not dead, you know?” – Kale tried to joke, to lighten up the mood – “We should be happy for him: he finally found his place in the world, with his Gerry, and he could do it also thanks to our help…”

Beau’s smile became more relaxed: “Yeah, you’re right, buddy. Sometimes I’m just a little selfish. I’m really happy he’s found love!”. He gazed down to his totally limp cock and added: “Can we… ehm… just stay here into each other’s arms?”

“I’d love to” – Kale replied with a sincere smile, sneaking his head under Beau’s arm and placing his cheek over his chest.

In that moment, the door opened and Brennan came in. He gasped, looking at the two men naked on the bed: “Oh, I’m sorry, I’d better leave you alone…”

“No, no, come here, kid!” – Kale said with a friendly tone – “Join us. Our big boss, here, badly needs a loving family hug!”

~ The little family ~

Brennan smiled happily and quickly moved to the bed, stripping out of his clothes and scattering them on the floor. He sneaked his head under Beau’s other arm and pressed his face on the man’s chest, like Kale.

Beau smiled contented and sighed, holding tight the two guys he most loved in his life: “Voici, ma petite famille…” – he murmured, happily. Brennan opened his mouth, but Beau stopped him: “It means ’Here is my little family’. Tomorrow I’ll enroll you in an intensive course in French!”

They all giggled happily: the sad moment had clearly passed. Kale, unseen by Beau, winked at Brennan and stuck out his tongue. The boy perfectly understood what Kale wanted and they both, in unison, started tickling the man’s nipples with the very tip of their tongue. Beau hissed and arched his torso, taken by surprise: “Ooohh… What are you doing… Mmmhhh!!!”

Following Kale’s example, Brennan extended his hand on Beau’s abdomen, caressing the firm abs and sneaking down his fingers toward his groin, where his hefty cock apparently had found a renewed vigor. Two wet, insistent tongues lavished and sucked the man’s nipples, and two sneaking, prying hands explored the man’s body, intruded under his ball sac, scraped his abs and caressed his inner thighs.

Beau’s body responded enthusiastically to the delicious caresses, and after few minutes he rose from the bed, rolled over Kale and proudly massaged his stiff cock under his nose: “We have some unfinished business, haven’t we?” – he growled, and Kale happily linked his legs around the man’s waist.

The blond boss didn’t waste time and impaled Kale with one swift move, making him moan: “Aaahh… Welcome back, sir… I missed you… Nnngghhh!!”

Beau started easing his long cock in and out of Kale’s loosened hole with long, delightful thrusts that made the counselor squirm with pleasure. Beau spread his own knees wider, so to lower his groin and better pound his lover’s ass.

“Yes… Yes!” – Kale moaned, tightening his legs around the man’s waist. They looked into each other’s eyes, and a sparkle of love flashed between them. Kale grabbed the man’s neck and pulled him down, until their lips met and their tongues eagerly explored each other’s mouth.

Kale looked over Beau’s shoulders and saw Brennan, who was standing on the bed, on his knees, hard and excited by the hot sight of the two men making love in front of him, but uncertain whether to stay or go away. The counselor smiled and winked repeatedly at the boy. Brennan got the message and his eyes widened: was Kale really telling him to…?

But Kale dispelled his doubts, nodding and flashing an urchin grin.

Brennan, almost holding his breath, took some lubricant and oiled his cock, scrambled behind his master, whose rosebud was in clear view, and gently penetrated him, with hesitant tenderness.

Beau, feeling a sudden intrusion from his back door, froze and gasped; when he tried to recoil, Kale held him firmly and couldn’t stifle an amused grin: “Voici, ta petite famille…” – he said in (a quite bad) French, and Beau replied, in perfect English: “Fuck you, man”, and laughed out loud, joyfully welcoming his boy’s cock into his depths.

It was hard for Brennan, at the beginning, understand how to move his hips, so to match Beau’s movement, but soon he got the right rhythm, shoving his cock inside his master’s hole every time he pulled out of Kale’s ass.

Beau was in heaven: they really were a little family, joyfully making love to each other and soothing the sadness that they all were feeling for Rowan’s sudden moving away.

Kale soon grabbed his own cock, as the need to cum was overwhelming him. “Give it to me, man…” – he murmured, looking straight at Beau – “Flood me with your seed…”

Beau’s hips paced up, and Brennan slammed harder his groin onto Beau’s buttocks at each thrust, and when Beau tensed and howled his pleasure, there was a chain reaction, and both his lover and his boy followed suit, gasping and moaning loud, and spurting all the pent-up juice their balls could provide.

~ The gloom is not over ~

They crashed on the bed, laughing and hugging each other. After a short while, Beau jumped on his feet, full of renewed energy: “Come on, let’s have a shower and go downstairs, I’m starving!”

Kale smiled, as Beau had clearly found his usual good mood. “You sound like Barry!” – he joked, and Beau laughed, heading to the bathroom followed by Brennan.

«Right, Barry…» – Kale thought, with a worried frown. The counselor, witnessing the unusual expression of mutual affection between Barry and Rowan, had immediately guessed what happened. He didn’t know the details, of course, but to his expert eyes it was clear that Rowan had confronted Barry, and they had finally found a way to put the past behind them and build a strong, loving relationship.

In Japan they say that the tree with the strongest roots is the one that grows in the storm; and the relationship between Barry and Rowan had been definitely a stormy one!

Later on, after lunch, Barry himself had filled him with the missing details, describing to the counselor what had happened early in the morning between him and Rowan, how Rowan had offered himself to the brawny worker in the most vulnerable position, how the guy fought hard, under Barry’s powerful pounding, and how he then surrendered to him when they made tender love over and over, until exhaustion [12].

Kale was worried for Barry, as his reaction when Rowan had announced his moving out of the Cove was unusually passionate, angry, almost desperate: it was clear that Barry, of all the men, was the one who was missing Rowan the most.

The Hawaiian went to his own room, had a long, refreshing shower, and then headed to Barry’s door. He didn’t knock, just silently opened the door a crack and peeked inside. Barry was standing in front of the ample window, shirtless and barefoot, wearing just a pair of loose shorts. Giving his back to the door, he was looking down on Main Street, as if he hoped to spot Rowan coming back home.

Kale’s heart went out to him: he never saw the rowdy, exuberant worker in such a gloomy mood. The counselor stood in the doorway, in silence, for a moment, and then a half smile flashed on his face.

“Don’t move a muscle…” – the Hawaiian said with the most authoritarian voice he was capable of – “Don’t turn around and don’t utter a single sound!”

Those were the same words that Barry told him, when he was feeling lonely and sad [13], and Barry, as usual, could bring again a smile on his face with his irrepressible sexuality… and his well-hidden sensibility. It was about time Kale returned the favor.

Surprisingly enough, Barry did as commanded and stood perfectly still and silent: a clear sign he wasn’t totally himself, in that moment.

Kale got closer to the man and hugged him tight from behind, brushing his arms and hands on the vast expanse of the man’s hairy chest. Then his fingers moved to the men’s nipples and started pinching and rolling them with increasing intensity. Barry chocked a moan, and Kale growled, menacingly: “I said not a sound!”

Under his hands, he could feel Barry’s heart thump hard, and that ignited a fire in his groin. He pressed his crotch on Barry’s ass, making him feel his manhood, while his hands intruded under the elastic waistband of the man’s shorts, taking rough handfuls of his thick cock and hefty balls.

It didn’t take him long to awaken Berry’s overactive sexuality, and he felt the huge member growing stiffer under his hands. He abruptly tore down the loose shorts and made Barry step out of them, and then went on massaging his manhood, until he was fully hard. Kale was surprised that Barry, so far, had not actually moved a muscle, or uttered a single word, as commanded, so he raised the stakes…

The Hawaiian quickly stripped naked and pressed again his body against Barry’s back; his own cock was slowly rising to attention, and soon crawled its way between the man’s firm buttock, tickling his nether portal.

He felt Barry tense, clenching hard his ass, but still he didn’t say anything. Kale kept slowly tilting his hips, so to make his almost hard cock slide up and down between Barry’s ass cheeks, gently brushing against his rosebud.

And suddenly, Kale felt the proud man surrender.

Barry didn’t actually move, nor said anything, but Kale felt his muscular buttocks relax and the powerful hips imperceptibly move backwards, to meet his lover’s prying dick.

«Damn, I love this man…!» – Kale thought, feeling his eyes getting wet, realizing that Barry was ready to give him what he had most precious. That apparent act of submission actually gave to Kale the measure of Barry’s power and confidence. Unseen by the worker, Kale shook his head: things had to follow their natural course…

He made Barry turn around, gazed deep into his eyes and their mouth locked into a ravenous, passionate kiss.

~ An irresistible offer ~

After a little while, Kale recoiled and, without a word, climbed on the bed. He remembered, from Barry’s tale, how Rowan had offered himself totally, doing a full split. The counselor was by far less flexible than Rowan, so he knelt on the mattress and spread his knees as wide as he could, keeping his legs bent. Then he leaned forward, until his chest touched the bed, and braced himself on the headboard.

He was offering himself without any protection, shamelessly putting his most intimate parts on full display, knowing that Barry would’ve never refused such an enticing offer.  Barry looked at the handsome, exotic man offering himself to him, literally bowing before his raw masculinity and felt a surge of sexual power spreading in his groin. He quickly wetted his rock-hard cock with some spit and jumped on the bed.

With a powerful thrust, he pushed his wide mushroom head inside Kale’s ass, and was about to shove all his throbbing inches deep inside the man, with a single mighty push, but suddenly restrained himself when he heard his buddy chocking a scream of pain.

He stood still for a long moment, caressing Kale’s back and waiting for him to relax, and only when he felt that the man was ready, he started pushing again, gently.

The truth was that Kale was already drained from the hot sex he’d had less than an hour before with Beau and Brennan, but he couldn’t deny to Barry what he most needed in that moment of fragility. Kale had sensed that Barry was hurt not only because he missed Rowan, but also because Rowan, in his eyes, had once more turned him down, sort of.

Spread as he was, Kale felt every single thick inch of Barry’s cock filling him to the brim; when the man’s powerful hips pressed against his butt, Kale felt he was melting inside… just like every time the sexy worker fucked him. He had such a delightful way to slide his cock back and forth, alternating long strokes with shorter thrusts specifically aimed to his prostate, making him squirm with pleasure!

Despite the recent wild orgasm in Beau’s bed, Kale’s cock was rock hard and ready for more. “Aaahh… You’re like no other, buddy… It feels so goood...” – he moaned, breaking the silence rule that he himself had set earlier – “Fuck me, stud… Shit, you’re so big…!”

With his legs spread that wide, it wasn’t easy for Kale to reach the peak of his climax, but the massive cock vigorously massaging his insides was filling his groin with such a sexual tension that his balls almost ached.

Barry seemed to have an endless reserve of stamina, and kept fucking him relentlessly, bringing him to such an arousal state that soon he found himself begging his studly lover: “Please… Oh, man, please let me cum… make me cum… aaahh… This is too much to bear… Oww FUCK!”– he screamed, when Barry, wickedly, aimed the wide glans to his prostate and started fucking him with quick, short strokes that were making him wild!

“Have mercy on me, man! Ooohh… OOOHH...!! Please, do you want hear me begging you?”

“That’s an idea…” – Barry growled, basking in his renewed self-confidence, boosted by the frenzied effect his sexual prowess was causing to his lover.

“I beg you, man… aaahh… I need you… I love you… I submit to you… Whatever you want is yours, but make me cum…!” 

With a loving grin, Berry pulled Kale up, making him stand on his knees, and his hands attacked simultaneously his nipple and his cock, while he started fucking the fiery ass in earnest.

“Oh, Barry… Yeah… Yeah!!! OH GAWDDD!!” – Kale shouted, when his cock exploded in a massive orgasm, firing thick streaks of cream that splatted on the headboard.

“I love you man…” – Barry said in his ear, with a voice strained for the sexual tension – “Let me show you how much I love you… aaahh… AAAHH… FUCK YEAH!!”

Kale felt his insides literally flooded by Barry’s manly essence and reached back with his arms to touch his powerful body and feel his muscles twitch in the ecstasy of the climax.

When the forceful ejaculations ended, both men stood still for a moment, catching their breath and enjoying to the fullest the exquisite feeling of total intimacy they were sharing.

Kale was the first to move, as his spread legs were aching. He lay on the bed and Barry followed suit. “I know for sure he loves you…” – Kale said looking with affection at the man. He didn’t tell who he was referring to, but Barry understood perfectly he was talking about Rowan.

“But he’s gone away…” – the worker replied, ruefully, and Kale shook his head: “He had no choice. Gerry is not one of us, he wouldn’t fit the Cove, we’re so… over the top, sometimes, and he’s a straight man...”

“Uhm.. yeah, yeah, if you say so…” – Barry replied stifling a smile – “But what are we doing still here?” – he then added, suddenly jumping out of the bed, clearly in a good mood – “I’m fuckin’ starvin’!”

Kale couldn’t restrain a wide smile, looking at his buddy full of energy like that. He was quite puzzled by the man’s last comment, but he thought better than inquire about it.

“Me too!” – the Hawaiian exclaimed, getting off the bed – “Let’s go raiding the kitchen!”

And laughing merrily, they both went downstairs, with cries of “This is the fuckin’ Cove!”, naked and covered with sweat and sperm as they were.

~ A man gets through to his boy ~

“I’m starving!” – Gerry said raising from the crumpled bed. Once again, they’d spent hours on the bed listening to each other’s exciting, frightful and heartwarming tales about Caleb, Gerry’s wild rides on his bike, Rowan’s hard life on the streets, the men of the Cove.

Rowan immediately got off the bed to rustle some food, but Gerry stopped him: “Hey, kid, I don’t know what’s on your mind, but you’re not the maid, here. Let your Daddy take care of you!”

The guy smiled tenderly, at Gerry’s words. «My Daddy…» – he thought – and felt his heart beat faster.

Gerry fried some eggs (his culinary skills were not better than Rowan’s) and though it was a very simple dinner, they ate it like it was a sumptuous meal: they had each other and didn’t need anything else. Again, they ate in silence, looking at each other, and they both couldn’t help but notice the fleeting frowns that every now and then flashed on their faces.

Gerry finished his meal and put down the fork: “OK, kid, it’s about time we talk. Seriously. You’re not totally happy, and this makes my heart ache. It’s about the Cove, isn’t it?”

Rowan tried to gloss over the subject, as he had already taken a decision: he had chosen Gerry over the Cove, and there’s no turning back. Yet, he couldn’t deny to himself, nor to Gerry, that his choice was not an easy one. “I miss them” – Rowan admitted – “but I don’t regret anything. I told them you’re… different than us, and you wouldn’t fit the Cove’s lifestyle. I mean, it’s more than clear that you don’t feel to live there…”

“Certainly not!” – Gerry exclaimed, going with his guts, but then looked intensely at his boy, and his eyes were full of doubts. “I… I don’t know what I feel, kid. I’m not sure any more of anything, I’m not sure of myself, of what I feel, of… what I am!”

The guy felt a pang of pain in his heart, as he’d never seen Gerry, usually so confident and assertive, doubtful and uncertain as he looked in that moment.

“I feel so confused in this moment, kid…” – Gerry murmured, and suddenly an ardent light flashed in his eyes – “But you can help me understand! Yes, kid, you can help me! Will you?”

“Wh… what do you want me to do?” – Rowan asked, puzzled and a bit worried by the feverish glances the man was flashing at him. Gerry took him by hand and pulled him to the bedroom; there, he hugged him tight, looked at his eyes and whispered: “Make love to me… fuck me…!”

Rowan stepped back from him: “Gerry, I’m not my father… I can’t make you relive the love, the ecstasy you felt with him…”

“I don’t want you to be anyone else, Rowan. I want to make love with you, not with Caleb. I want you to be yourself, and do to me whatever you feel, in any way you like. I need to understand how… this thing works, I need to understand myself. Only you, Rowan, can show me the path… because it’s the same path you’ve traveled yourself so far”.

The man’s words dispelled all of Rowan’s doubts. «He wants me!» – he thought happily, pressing his body against Gerry’s. “Whatever I want? Any way I like?” – he said, slowly caressing the man’s bare chest. Gerry gulped hard and nodded, and almost gasped when Rowan pushed him down on the bed and tore away his shorts, revealing his limp cock.

Rowan dropped his underwear, the only piece of clothing he was wearing, and started massaging his own cock, seductively, bringing it to a roaring hard-on. He flashed a knowing smile, when he saw Gerry’s cock rise higher and higher, until it was throbbing with anticipation.

“OK, man” – the guy said, with a confident, almost authoritarian tone, climbing on the bed and placing himself between the man’s legs – “I’ll give you what you want. But let’s do things properly…”

He sneaked his hand inside his backpack, placed on the nightstand, and took a tube of lubricant. “Caleb never used it…” – Gerry said, but Rowan silenced him: “I told you, I’m not my father. Every man has his peculiar way to make love… and this is my way”.

Gerry raised his legs, and offered his ass to his boy… though the guy kneeling in front of him, greasing his hard cock, looked anything but a boy. He wasn’t looking attentively at what Rowan was doing, and gasped for the surprise when he felt two slick fingers circling his spread anus and then sneaking inside.

“Why… why…” – he stuttered, puzzled, feeling his own heart race, and Rowan couldn’t help but smile tenderly: Gerry was such a stud, so dominant, but when it came to man-love he was so naïve…

“Being fucked does not have to be painful. For some men, fucking is a matter of dominance, but not for me: for me, it’s a matter of love. When I penetrate you, I want you to be ready, and enjoy every single moment of it…”

Rowan’s fingers became three and started rotating, smearing the slick lubricant all over the inner walls. He pushed his fingers deeper, brushing the prostate and making the man’s cock drool pre-cum like a faucet. “Mmmmhh… Kid, this is wonderful… I feel I’m ready for you… You’re going to fuck me, aren’t you? I… I can’t wait any longer, I want to feel you inside me!”

The guy withdrew his fingers and massaged his cock, pointing it to the loosened hole: “Now relax and enjoy…” – he whispered, slowly easing his cock into the slick hole, all the way to the hilt. Gerry’s legs tightened around the guy’s waist and the man uttered a long, delighted sigh.

“Ooohh… kid… Jeez, it feels so good!!” – Gerry moaned loud, experiencing something that neither Caleb nor Barry made him feel. Rowan’s cock was a soft caress for his linings, an exquisite, sweet massage that elicited unknown, wondrous sensations inside him. Shivers of pleasures ran through his spine, making his hole relax even more, to better welcome the guy’s stiff rod.

Rowan smiled, looking at Gerry tilting his head backwards, keeping his eyes tightly shut and his mouth open in a silent gasp of pure extasy. He knew that Gerry, in his limited experience as a bottom, had never been fucked with such gentleness, with such loving care.

He purposely aimed his cock at the man’s prostate, careful not to batter it wildly, but rather caressing it over and over, relentlessly, so to make the man build a huge sexual tension without pushing him over the edge. His efforts were widely rewarded by Gerry’s rugged moans, but Rowan wanted more: he felt it was an important moment for the man; Gerry had already proved to be ready to experiment and accept new ways of expressing his love and his sexuality, and wanted him to know to the fullest extent how exquisite and mind-blowing could be sex when the partners were both men.

He actually felt a little inadequate, as his experience as a top man was quite limited, but what he lacked in technique was widely compensated by the intensity of his passion.

Rowan realized that he couldn’t hold back much longer, and extended his hands on the man’s torso, sinking his fingertips into the thick felt of his body hair, groping his pecs and then concentrating on the nipples. Many straight men just don’t know, don’t even imagine how sensitive their nipples are, and how great a pleasure they can convey, and Gerry was no different, judging by the sudden gasp of surprise he uttered when Rowan’s fingers gently rolled his tits.

Rowan worked those tits hard, rejoicing the sight of the muscular man arching his back, asking for more. Rowan glanced down, to the man’s cock, and saw it throbbing hard: it was about time he played his last ace. He moved on hand to the man’s crotch and grabbed firmly his cock, massaging it slowly; the man’s reaction was immediate: “OWWW… SHIT!! Kid, you’re… aaahh… you’re making me… FUCK! AAAGGHH!!!”

Gerry’s cock began spurting white semen like a fountain, while the man howled for the unbearable pleasure, still relentlessly stimulated in all his most sensitive spots by Rowan’s eager hands and cock. The guy actually intensified the thrusts of his hips, as he himself had come to the point of no return: “Here it is, sir! NNNNGGHH!!” – he screamed, putting in that ‘sir’ all his love, respect and awe for the man squirming for the overwhelming pleasure under him: not for a single moment Rowan had thought to fuck his man, he had actually serviced him, giving him what he wanted, but without ever challenging his undisputed superiority.

“Oh god… oh god…” – Gerry whined, when his explosive orgasm subsided, lying motionless on the bed, panting hard. Rowan pulled out and lay next to him, placing his head in the spot he loved most: on the man’s wide chest. He was happy.

After a while, Rowan felt the man’s hand gently caressing his hair, and he turned his head to look at him. He gasped, spotting on his face a deep frown.

“Did I do something wrong, sir?” – Rowan asked, afraid to be the cause of Gerry’s uneasiness. The man smiled tenderly: “You’ve been perfect, kid. Perfect. You gave me what I asked for… without even knowing what I needed from you”.

A tense silence ensued. Gerry didn’t explain what he meant, unwilling to reveal what had happened that very morning between him and Barry. The man hated Barry for what he’d done, and hated himself for having let him. Whenever he thought to Barry, he felt a turmoil of emotions raising in him, emotions that his simple mind didn’t know how to deal with.

Gerry’s frown got deeper, and Rowan felt bad, because he couldn’t help him, he didn’t know what to say, so he just placed again his head on the man’s hairy pecs and held him tighter, to make him feel his love and sympathy.

«Kale would know how to help him…» – Rowan thought, and again images of the Cove crowded his mind, the boisterous meals, the boys always ready to help each other, the glamorous Beau, the light-hearted sexual banter between the men…

He felt his eyes getting wet, and didn’t want Gerry to see him, so he rolled on his side, away from him. He tried to push away those fond memories from his mind, but despite his efforts he couldn’t restrain a heartfelt sob.

There was a moment of silence, and then he felt two strong arms hugging him from behind. “Everything will be fine, kid. I promise. Everything will be fine…” – Gerry whispered in his ear.

“No, sir” – Rowan cried out, after unsuccessfully trying to bottle up his feelings – “Things won’t be fine! If we’d stay at the Cove, we could…”

“No!!” – Gerry roared, jumping out of bed – “I’m not going to step foot in that house! That’s totally out of question!”

“But they are all nice persons…” – the guy said in a low voice, scared by the man’s burst of anger – “They could…”

“Yes, they are very nice and kind persons, indeed!” – Gerry replied, angrily – “You know what your dear Barry did this morning? He came here and attacked me!”

“Barry? Here?” – Rowan asked, surprised; he remembered Barry excusing himself to take care of some ‘urgent matter’, but couldn’t imagine that the ‘urgent matter’ was… Gerry! “Did you talk? Did you argue?”

“We talked, and we argued, and then… he fucked me, he pounded his mighty cock into my ass, hard… He really fucked the shit out of me, kid! That’s what you kind and nice friend did to me!”

Rowan was alarmed and felt sorry: he knew very well how hard could be one of Barry’s angry fucks! And Gerry… Gerry was so… inexpert, in matters of man-sex! Suddenly, he saw his feeble hopes to move back to the Cove crumble in pieces: he knew very well how forceful Barry could be, and could easily understand Gerry’s irrepressible hostility towards him.

“I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t know Barry was coming here!” – the guy cried out with trembling voice, his eyes welling with tears – “Did he hurt you?”

Gerry softened, realizing how much his boy was concerned about what happened. “Well… yes, a bit… I mean, he’s been rough, he plowed me good and hard, with that club of his! I don’t know what he wanted to prove, fucking me that way, but I know that since he did it… I can’t think to anything else! I hate that man!”

He was too ashamed and confused to admit, even to himself, that Barry made him cum like never before, that the humiliation he had felt and the submission he was forced into had been somewhat erotic for him. He only knew that he couldn’t see Barry again.

“You can go visit them as much as you want, but I’m not going to set foot in that house, not for the life of me! And if you really love me, you won’t ask me that ever more!”

Rowan took a deep breath and gently put his face on the man’s wide chest, trying to soothe his irritation and searching for affection. “I won’t” – he murmured, and sighed with relief when he felt Gerry’s strong arms around him.

~ A gloomy Sunday morning ~

Stewart woke up in his bed at the Cove and extended a hand on the other side of his king-size bed. It was empty.

«Where is Rick?» – he thought. Last night the boy asked to sleep with him, but didn’t feel to have sex with his studly airman, he just wanted him to hug him tight, and they both drifted to sleep holding each other.

He looked at his watch: 6am. It was too early in the morning to start preparing breakfast, especially on Sunday… He wore his boxers and went downstairs, but Rick was nowhere to be found, so he sat down to the sofa, waiting for his hurting boy to come back.

He knew that Rick had a special place, near the Cove, where the boy used to go whenever he needed to stay alone [14]. «He’ll soon be back» – Stewart though, checking over and over the main door from the sofa.

He was right. In less than a half hour, the main door silently opened and Rick came in. He thought the Cove was still asleep, and winced when he saw his master waiting for him in the living room.

“I’m sorry, sir, I…” – he began to say, shyly, but the airman rose from the sofa and hugged him tight: “Shh… I know. You miss him. Of course you do”.

Rick pressed his face on the man’s bare chest, finding comfort in his strong arms: “I love you so much, sir! Don’t get angry at me if I miss Rowan… I… I love him, too, but it’s different…”

Stewart recoiled and looked straight at his boy, smiling tenderly: “You don’t need to tell me so. Our bond is special. I’m only sorry for you. Come, let’s sit on the sofa, just the two of us…”

They lay on the sofa and Stewart held his boy in his arms, in silence, but after few minutes they both gasped, seeing the door to the basement opening up. Could it be… Rowan??

The door opened and Charlie sneaked out, carefully closing the door behind him. As soon as he entered the living room, he froze, realizing he was not alone.

“I… ehm… I always go to the basement when I need to stay alone…” – he said, with an uncertain tone. He had no reason to be embarrassed: after all, he really used to go down to the basement on a regular basis, before Rowan elected it as his room [15]; and as a matter of fact, he kept going down there even after Rowan came staying at the Cove: it had always been his “special place”.

“Come here, kid” – Stewart said with a tenderness that surprised Charlie, as the airmen never showed that soft side of himself, other than to his boy – “Stay with us. There’s plenty of space on this sofa…”

Charlie happily joined Stu and Rick, and after few minutes they heard heavy steps coming from the wooden stairs. “Oh, there you are!” – Alex said coming downstairs – “I was worried when I realized you didn’t sleep in your bed… nor in mine”.

Charlie blushed: “I… well… I went down to the basement yesterday night, sat a moment on Rowan’s bed and… uhm… fell asleep… Sorry, sir, I should’ve… I didn’t…”

Just like Stewart a bit earlier, Alex too went to his boy and held him tight into his arms: “Rowan is happy, now, as he’s finally found love. We all should be happy for him… though it’s hard to get used to not seeing him around any more, isn’t it, kid?”

“You’re right, sir” – Charlie replied, looking at the bulky guard towering on him – “It’s so beautiful to have someone to love. And I know well, sir, as I love you so much! I’m happy to know that Rowan now feels the same”.

“Fuck! I guess there will be no breakfast this morning…” – Barry said, dark-faced, climbing down the stairs. Rick instantly jumped on his feet: “Oh, I’m so sorry, sir! I’ll prepare something immediately! Just give me five minutes! Less than five minutes! I’m sorry sir!”

“Hey, hey, come here, kid” – the worker said, with an affectionate smile, grabbing Rick by his arm – “You’re not going anywhere, I was just joking… I know why you all are here this early on a Sunday morning…”. His face darkened again and he growled: “Shit! I hate knowing that he’s moved out of the Cove!”

“Someone got out of bed with the wrong foot…” – Kale joked, coming downstairs with Beau and Brennan – “Where is the dear departed? This looks more like a wake, rather than a family reunion, as it should be”.

He got many a dirty look and hastened to add: “Don’t get me wrong, I’m sorry just like you. But Rowan himself, going away, told me that if he could take that step, it was thanks to us and the help we all gave him. We should be proud for what we did for him”.

“But couldn’t he just stay here with Gerry?” – Charlie asked.

“Apparently, not” – Beau replied – “Gerry would find difficult to live here, as he’s… different from us, he’s very private, needs his own space and… he’s not into man, he’s straight, and we can be… you know… so flamboyant!”

“Yeah, yeah, he’s a very straight stud…” – Barry murmured, with a knowing grin.

“Now what exactly do you mean, man?” – Kale said, seriously, remembering that Barry had already said something like that, yesterday – “You may think that any man on Earth would fall for you just looking at your eyes, but there are men who are not interested in what you have to offer, get a reason for it!”

Barry’s mind went back to the last morning, when he went to Gerry and fucked the crap out of him. Kale may have been a fine psychologist, but in matters of sex no one could beat Barry: Gerry had fallen for him, hard, and Barry was more than sure about that.  But he didn’t want to reveal what he’d done, so he faked an anger that he wasn’t really feeling, proud of himself as he was: “Fuck you, man! I’m not going to argue with you when I’m starving, I’m going to rustle some food!”

He moved toward the kitchen, but his foot stopped mid-air when the doorbell rang.

~ The end… ~
~ …or the beginning ~

“Merde!” – Beau exclaimed – “Who can it be now, bothering us on Sunday morning?”

He opened the door, ready to chase away the nuisance, and his eyes widened for the surprise.

Outside, on the walkway, there were Rowan and Gerry. Judging from their worn-out expressions and their tired eyes it was clear that they didn’t sleep much that night… and not for pleasurable reasons.

All the guys rushed to the entryway, but it was too small for them all, so the boys sneaked into the spare room (or the cloakroom, as Rowan called it) [16] and opened the sliding panel, to have a clear view.

Gerry was visibly uneasy, but stepped forward and said to Beau: “Good morning, sir. My name is Gerry. I am… well…”

“I know who you are” – Beau replied with a smile – “I’m Beauregard… or Beau, if you like. Please, no ‘sir’ between us. Do come in!”

“No!” – Gerry said, with a sterner voice than he intended to – “I mean… not yet. It’s not easy for me, but Rowan… my boy… (he flashed a tender smile at Rowan saying the last words) …is not happy. He tried hard to hide his feelings to me, but he misses you all too much”.

Gerry gulped hard and continued: “I don’t know exactly what we are to each other, me and Rowan, but I know one thing for sure: I swore to him and to myself to take care of him, to nurture and help him in any way, and if I have to choose between my own happiness and his, I have no doubts. That’s why I’m here, sir… Beau”.

The man stood tall and added, in one breath: “But I’m here only for Rowan! He told me a lot about you all, and it’s important that you know… you know that I… I don’t…” – his voice trailed off and his apparent confidence seemed to vanish in an anguished frown, and for a moment he looked like a man who had lost himself. He angrily stomped a foot on the floor: “Oh, shit! Why it’s so difficult!” – he growled, and turned his head away, to hide his embarrassment.

Beau turned to Kale, in search of his advice, as usual; but this time Kale was struggling. He dearly wanted Rowan to come back to the Cove, and sure enough Gerry seemed a nice, honest man, but… but…

“He’s not one of us, Beau…” – he murmured, pleading Beau with his eyes to ignore his advice and invite them to stay at the Cove nevertheless.

“He is one of us… Take my word, he is” – Barry said in a low voice to Kale and Beau, looking straight at Gerry with a knowing half-smile. Kale followed Barry’s gaze and saw Gerry staring at Barry with equal intensity, but with an unspoken uncertainty in his eyes.

“Barry…!” – Kale inquired, grabbing the worker’s arm – “What have you done??”

“Nothing special” – Barry mused, with a satisfied grin – “I just… threw my cock around a bit. I haven’t read your fancy books about psychological mumbo-jumbo, but trust me: he’s one of us. And god knows he now needs a quiet, safe Cove to put his life back on track… just like all of us”.

Beau looked at Barry, then at Rowan, whose eyes were shining with irrepressible happiness, and then at Gerry, who was trying to look as self-confident as possible, but looked like he was on the verge of an emotional break-down, and his doubts suddenly vanished.

He stepped backwards, opening the door wider, and said with a tender smile:

“Please come inside, both of you. You’re at home, now. Welcome to the Cove”.

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A FINAL WORD FROM THE AUTHOR

First and foremost, I want to thank you all, affectionate readers who have come this far, following with passion and interest Rowan’s journey. Rowan is not the only one who’s made a long journey: I myself have grown up a lot while writing this story. It was almost a year ago when I first imagined Rowan’s story; one month later I started writing it, and after one more month the first chapter was published.

I was not sure to be able to fulfil this hard task: English is not my first language and this was my very first attempt at writing fiction. Comparing the first and the last chapters, I’m the first to realize, with surprise, how much my writing has changed: I too, like Rowan, look today at myself in this mirror and almost don’t recognize myself.

But if I started writing in the first place, it was only thanks to Rob Williams, who strongly compelled me to write Rowan’s story. I can’t thank him enough for making me discover how wonderful is writing, and how many sentiments, emotions, tears and laughs are behind the words we write.

And a heartfelt thank goes to Bjorn, our generous and helpful webmaster at GayDemon: he was very patient with me, because I’m a control-freak and wanted to check and adjust every little detail of the final appearance of my stories.

Last, but not least, I want to thank those readers who have constantly provided me their support and feedback, especially Butch and Geoffrey Fox, who took their time to comment each and every chapter of this long saga. 

                                                                                        Hunknown 

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 4, ~ Painful revelations ~
[2] See Chapter 7, ~ Welcome home! ~
[3] See Chapter 34, ~ Rowan’s back ~
[4] See Chapter 47, ~ Training ~
[5] See Chapter 7, ~ Climbing up to the Olympus ~
[6] See Chapter 9, ~ The moment has come ~
[7] See Chapter 4, ~ Painful revelations ~
[8] See Chapter 25, ~ A dreadful punishment ~
[9] See Chapter 30, ~ The jock in the mirror ~
[10] See Chapter 45, ~ Rowan learns to make love to himself ~
[11] See Chapter 25, ~ A dreadful punishment ~
[12] See chapter 55, ~ Nemesis ~, and following
[13] See Chapter 48, ~ Selfish lust ~
[14] See Chapter 40, ~ A secret date ~
[15] See Chapter 2, ~ Wrong time, wrong place ~
[16] See Chapter 13, ~ The ‘spare room’ ~

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