Rowan's Journey to Manhood

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Rowan, a guy with many sexual inhibitions due to the abuse he suffered in the past, lives in the basement of a big house named “The Cove”, where he meets Charlie, a 19 y.o. boy living upstairs, who unknowingly lets Rowan make the first step in his long journey to a mature sexuality, showing him the joyful side of sex. Then Rowan meets Alex, a muscular security guard who too lives at the Cove upstairs, and it turns out that Charlie is his boy. In the evening, Barry, an oversexed worker, tries to fuck Rowan, but his hysterical reaction scares him. Kale, an Hawaiian school counselor, intervenes. During a dramatic night, Rowan reveals to Kale his past and then they make love. At dawn Kale, furious with Barry, gives him a punishment he won’t forget.

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

Kale climbs up to the attic to meet Beauregard, the owner of the house, a refined, wealthy man beautiful as a god. The counselor talks to him about Rowan and confesses to have made love with the troubled guy. Beau is jealous, but Kale reassures him of his deep love in a sweet and selfless way.

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≈ BEAUREGARD ≈

~ The Attic ~

Kale’s room, just like Barry’s, was on the second floor of the 3-storey house, so he went up the main stairs to third floor landing, crossed an arch and started to climb the narrow spiral case leading to the attic.

Originally, the attic was just a dusty, unusable space located under the sloping shingle roof, but Beauregard, when he bought the house, had remodeled the central part of the roof, creating a secluded penthouse, barely visible from the street, with lots of windows on the walls and on the sloped roof and a spacious terrace overlooking the ocean [1].

Kale climbed the last steps and stood in front of the attic door. Beau was a relaxed man with an easy attitude, and always treated them all as buddies, but Kale was always a bit intimidated by him. Sure enough, the man’s extensive wealth and higher education, and his innate European class coming from his French mother didn’t help, despite Beau’s constant efforts to put anyone at ease and let them forget his social and financial status.

After all – Kale thought, feeling a bit guilty – Beau had created the Cove and had let him and the other man live in such a beautiful house paying quite a modest rent, compared to the market quotes. He had to admit that Beau always acted as a friend to them all, even more than a friend; and Kale loved him for his sincere, almost humble attitude. Or better… he loved him. Period.

Taking a deep breath, Kale knocked on the door. “Entrez!” – said in French a friendly, musical voice from inside, and Kale entered the cozy living room, flooded with the bright light coming from the wide floor-to-ceiling windows.

Beau was having breakfast on a small round table near the window; all the men at the Cove had breakfast in the large kitchen on the first floor, but Hendrick, the young cook, though unsolicited, always granted him room service, out of respect for him. That, and the pleasure of admiring Beau’s gorgeous body half-naked in bed, of course.

And gorgeous he was, indeed. His long blond hair, still a bit ruffled from sleep, framed with soft locks his handsome, masculine face. His broad shoulders and his muscled torso, honed in long hours of hard training in the private gym on the first floor, ended in the laced waistband of the long-legged striped pajama pants, his only usual sleepwear.

Looking at the half-naked hot stud, beautiful as a god, leisurely sitting at an elegant breakfast table with the ocean on the background, sipping his coffee with a hint of the morning hard-on still visible under the thin striped fabric, made Kale sigh with desire. “Good morning, Beauregard” – he said softly. Beau turned to the door, to see who was coming in, and Kale looked in awe at the man’s deep blue eyes, thinking that no other man could suit his name more than him: Beauregard, ‘beautiful eyes’.

“Hey buddy!” – he said, with the usual little hint of French that always added a European tint to his otherwise perfect English. His initial dazzling smile soon turned into a concerned frown – “Come take a seat, and have breakfast with me, you... look like you badly need it. Apparently, you didn’t sleep well.”

~ All about Rowan. Almost. ~

“I didn’t sleep at all, actually” – Kale replied – “And this is why I’m disturbing you this early in the morning, on Sunday”.

“How on earth could you ever disturb me, Kale” – Beau said, always a bit saddened by Kale’s excessive regards to him – “You always treat me with white gloves, with that ‘Beauregard’ and all. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I really love you calling me that way, you’re the only one who can say my full name with the correct French pronunciation”.

“It’s the least I can do” – Kale replied with a grateful smile – “for one of the few men, outside Hawaii of course, who pronounces correctly my own name as ‘kah-leh’. Most of the people I meet, especially outside the Cove, pronounce it as they would read ‘Kyle’, or ‘Kayl’... or even ‘Kali’, like the Indian goddess!” He laughed, but it was a weary, unconvincing laugh.

Beau offered him a cup of coffee and the toast with butter and strawberry jam he had prepared for himself and placed his hand over Kale’s. “Enough with the chit-chat, mon ami. You’ve climbed up here, after a sleepless night, and I don’t need to be a counselor to guess that something is troubling you. Come on, tell me all about it.”

Kale felt a bit ashamed for being so cautious with Beau. He was such a good buddy, such a beautiful, sensible man! He felt the urge to hug him, kiss him, hold him... but he restrained himself. His priority, now, was Rowan.

“We currently have a new, uninvited tenant, here at the Cove. Charlie and Alex found him living in the basement utility room. His name is Rowan, I don’t know his age, but I’d say about 20, no more than 25. A runaway boy who lived on the streets until a couple weeks ago, when he came living in our basement”.

“Why you say ‘we currently have’?” – Beau asked – “Didn’t Alex throw him out? Surely we don’t need a punk roaming freely the Cove”.

“Alex, when they first met, yesterday afternoon” – Kale reported – “decided he could stay one night, until we could talk to you. He thought Rowan was a good guy, certainly not a punk. Apparently, a gang had broken in the basement last month, and devastated it, but Rowan cleaned and fixed everything. And he also was extremely protective to Charlie, which Alex appreciated very much”.

“OK, I trust Alex’ judgment, and if he says this Rowan is a good guy, then he is. But still, this is not a shelter for homeless guys...” – Beau stated; but soon, realizing how heartless could sound his comment, he hastened to add: “Wait, don’t get me wrong, here... You know how sensible I am to people’s problems, but here at the Cove we are a family... sort of... and this guy, you know... is not one of us, if you know what I mean.”

“And this is exactly the point, Beauregard” – said Kale with passion – “and this is why I wanted to come myself talking to you about Rowan. He is one of us. I didn’t sleep last night because I’ve talked all night long with him [2]. Now, I can’t tell you exactly what he told me, it was a strictly confidential conversation, but it’s no secret he’s been sexually abused in the past. I... I really can’t tell you more, Beauregard, I’m sorry, but...” – Kale concluded with trembling voice – “...but when I say ‘sexually abused’ I mean it. Really mean it.”

Kale averted his gaze from Beau and looked at the distant ocean with moist eyes, still shaken from the horror Rowan had revealed to him during his night-long talk. Beau looked at Kale, surprised to see such an emotional burst in the usually serene and poised Hawaiian counselor.

~ Kale’s confession ~

“No need to say a single word more, Kale.” – Beau said resolutely – “While it’s true I trust Alex, I trust you even more. This guy obviously needs all our help, and we’ll give him. He can live in one of the empty suites on the third floor – for free, of course – and I’ll buy him...”

“No, Beauregard, please. I know how generous you are, but in my opinion he’s too proud to accept what you offer. He will think it’s charity, and we can’t hurt his pride. Will you let me manage the situation my way?”

“You have carte blanche, Kale, free rein. I’m sure you’ll do what’s best for this guy, you seem very fond of him. Very fond, indeed...” – Beau said with a slightly inquisitive look – “You actually seem a bit too involved with this Rowan... Are you really sure you told me all about him?”

Kale looked fleetingly at the man, but soon lowered his eyes. “I... ehm... We... We made love last night.”

“You had sex with someone outside the Cove?? A runaway, homeless guy?? C'est incroyable! Kale, I... I’m speechless!” – Beau yelled, jumping out of his chair. “You know the rules, Kale! Never, never have an involvement with anyone outside the Cove!”

“Beauregard, please...” – the counselor said plaintively, standing up, but keeping his eyes on the floor – “Let me explain...”

Beau’s mind was crossed by a grave thought: “Tell me that you, at least, used a protection...” – he said in serious tone. Kale shook his head, deeply ashamed, but soon he hastened to say: “But he’s clean, I’m sure! He’s a regular blood donor, they check him for diseases every week. He’s clean!”. Kale failed to mention, though, that he knew Rowan was clean only after having sex with him, when they were walking back to the house, at dawn.

“At least, some good news... A blood donor? Probably he does it for the free meal they offer to the donors...” – Beau said with a sigh. “Listen, Kale, I’m sorry, I came to you like a tiger, I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way. I was just shocked. I was afraid you’d put the Cove in danger. But the no-sex-outside rule was not set just to protect us from venereal diseases, you know it. Between us there’s such a complex, intertwined web of emotions, bonds, lust: didn’t you think you could hurt someone? We all love you, Kale... including me.”

Kale threw himself into Beau’s arms: “You, above all, are the one I most care about, Beauregard! I wish I could tell you what happened and why, but I can’t. I can only ask you to trust me when I say I couldn’t help it. Forgive me, Beauregard...”

~ Forgiveness ~

Beau kept the Hawaiian guy at arm’s length, looked at him with loving eyes and then, without a word, kissed him with passion. Kale held him tight and rubbed his hands all over the man’s wide shoulders, and then moved them lower, sneaking his fingers under the waistband of the striped pants, until they rested on the firm mounds of his ass.

The blond landlord gently guided the tanned counselor near the unmade bed. Kale removed his coloured shirt and gently pushed Beau down on his back, unlaced his pants and removed them, revealing the man’s thick uncut cock. Then, he lay face down between his buddy’s legs and started caressing his growing manhood, playing with his hefty balls and pressing the back of his fingers on his perineum.

While the big cock was growing to a full erection, Kale kissed with tender passion the shaft, the blond pubes, the foreskin covering the sensible glans. He curbed his fist around the hot meat and slowly pulled down the foreskin, until the pink cock head was fully exposed. He licked the sensible head, circling it with his tongue, titillating the corona.

His free hand ran up over Beau’s abs, into the cleft of his pecs and reached his nipples; using only the tip of his fingers, he tickled them lightly, insisting on the pointy titties, making the man groan with pleasure.

Then he parted his lips and gently sucked the cock head into his mouth, darting his tongue all over it and making it slide back and forth against his palate. He moved his head down, until the big cock head rested against his throat. His gag reflex kicked in, but he breathed through his nose and held tightly his thumb into his fist: for some reason, this always helped him suppressing the gag reflex.

Now relaxed, he pushed his head down, forcing Beau’s hard tool through his throat muscles, until his nose was buried in the man’s blond bush. Beau moaned loudly, and he kept on moaning when Kale started bobbing his head up and down the long shaft. Once, Charlie showed him how to suck a man’s cock and lick his balls at the same time, but Kale didn’t dare to try it on Beau, knowing this was out of his abilities. But he knew how to tighten his throat muscles, and he did it, driving Beau crazy.

Beau looked down at Kale, working with passion on his cock, but still with his pants on: “Man, I can’t hold much more, your hot mouth is making me wild... But let me do something for you, let me give you some pleasure, too...”

Kale raised his head, while slowly pumping the wet cock with his fist: “I’ve had more than my share of sex for tonight, Beau. Really, I can’t take any more. This is for you, and you only. Let me service you, let me show how much I love you...”

Beau couldn’t reply, thrown again as he was on the edge of a massive orgasm by the renewed efforts of Kale’s mouth on his quivering cock. The Hawaiian kept on shoving his head on the man’s rigid meat over and over, faster and faster, until he couldn’t hold any more: “Owww... Oui... I’m about to cum... Ça vient... Aaaaaghh!!”

~ A precious gift ~

Every single muscle in Beau’s toned body tensed, and he threw back his head, his eyes tightly shut, at the peak of his pleasure.

“Look at me, Beauregard... Please, look at me!” – Kale begged, longing to feel once again the exquisite, intimate connection that Rowan had shown him that night.

While the first shot of sperm hit the back of Kale’s throat, Beau forced himself to lock eyes with the tanned man, and... he felt something he’d never experienced before: he felt like his orgasm, a man’s most private and intimate experience, was a precious gift for Kale, that beautiful, loving, generous Hawaiian guy who was giving him such a great pleasure without asking for anything in return.

And Kale did receive that precious gift, along with waves of love, respect, and forgiveness for his nightly unwary act with Rowan. He gulped down all of Beau’s man juice, savouring like it was the finest nectar, until the big cock slowly stopped throbbing.

Exhausted, Beau lay down on the bed, panting, while Kale scrambled up until he was on his buddy’s side. They looked once more into each other’s eyes.

“It was... incredible, man” – Beau said – “I’ve never experienced such a... deep connection with you. Or with anyone else, for that matter. I swear I was feeling like I was... don’t know... offering you my pleasure, my orgasm. Sounds crazy, uh?”

“Not at all. You really did it, buddy” – Kale replied, with his usual serene attitude – “and you offered me much more than your pleasure... I’ve always known that you loved me, but looking into your eyes I could actually see your love, and I also knew for sure that you had forgiven me for my... bad move.”

“I never knew it was possible to share the emotions at such an engaging level... But you knew it! It was you who told me to open my eyes and look at you... And if you knew it... why did you always let me enjoy my pleasure alone, all the times we made love?”

“Rowan taught me” – Kale admitted, unwilling to talk again about his night with Rowan. “Last night, when we... you know it. He’s a very special guy, he...” – Kale’s embarrassed voice trailed off.

“Hey, hey, mon ami...” – Beau said, tracing Kale’s stubbled jaws with his fingers – “Haven’t you said right know that you’ve read in my eyes my forgiveness for you? It’s true, I’ve forgiven you with all my heart. You said you couldn’t help yourself, and I blindly believe you. Now, tell me more about this special guy...” – he concluded with an affectionate wink.

“I want you to meet him, he’s so... different. You know I’m bound to the professional secret, but I can tell you something: while he does not talk very much – and when he does, believe me, he sounds like a men from another century – he can communicate at such a deep level with persons! Only, he does in unusual ways and... in unusual moments.”

~ Deep love ~

“When we made love, last night, he looked at me during his orgasm, and I could see... his soul” – Kale said under his breath. Beau fidgeted in the bed and stared at the ceiling: it was true that he had forgiven Kale for having sex with Rowan, but now, this... ‘sharing souls’ through the eyes...! His uneasy feelings were not overlooked by Kale.

“Beauregard, look at me... Come on, look at me, man...” – Kale said, gently forcing Beau to turn his face to him – “I love you. I’m in love with you, and you alone. I know, we’re not technically lovers, the Cove being the Cove: here we all love each other, in different ways. But I treasure your love and your happiness more than my own life. I really mean it. I’m not in love with Rowan.”

“True, he was man enough to unveil himself under my eyes without holding back anything, showing me his deepest intimacy” – Kale continued, speaking with passion – “It was an act of pure affection and trust in me, and I appreciated it, but we are not lovers. He’s not ready to love anyone, he has too many traumas to overcome before he’d be able to really love someone”.

Beau looked at Kale, at his sincere eyes, and knew for sure that every single word he had spoken were nothing but the naked truth. Including his pure, overwhelming love for him. Without a word, he gripped the back of Kale’s neck and pulled him into a ravenous, passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

They were interrupted by a polite knock on the door. “Entrez!” – Beau said, and welcomed with a smile the young chef of the house, who had come to clean up the breakfast table. “Ricky, I’m terribly sorry, but we still didn’t have a proper breakfast. We had to discuss an urgent matter.”

Actually, what Beau had claimed was the truth, more or less, but the scene, with the two men almost completely naked lying on the bed, apparently spoke a totally different story. Rick stifled a knowing smile and said, in a mockingly formal tone: “Of course, sir. I’ll come back later, at you convenience”.

The young chef went down to the first floor, starting to plan the big Sunday lunch, when all the men of the Cove would gather around the wide dinner table. Rick didn’t know, back then, that the lunch would have been delayed, that day, and would be also quite surprising.

Footnotes and references:
[1] For reference, download ~ The Cove – Floor Plan ~
[2] See Chapter 4, ~ Painful revelations ~

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 (End of chapter 6 – Please proceed to Chapter 7)