Rowan's Journey to Manhood

In the previous chapters…

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 Alex, a bulky security guard living upstairs, and his 19 y.o. boy Charlie, who unknowingly lets Rowan make the first step in his long journey to a mature sexuality, showing him the joyful side of sex. 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. In the morning Kale meets Beauregard, the refined and wealthy owner of the house, and confesses him to have made love with Rowan, making him jealous. Nevertheless, Beau allowes Rowan to live in the basement. The pale guy meets Hendrick and then Beau, who experiments Rowan’s ‘power’ to block a man’s ejaculation until he begs to cum.

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

The men of the Cove talk about Rowan and decide to help him. Then the airman Stewart falls for Barry’s irresistibile sexual allure and gets a hard “training”. In the meantime, Rowan opens up to Hendrick, revealing him his troubled past. He feels the need to open again his intimacy to another man, and asks Rick to make love to him.  

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≈ ROWAN SETTLES DOWN ≈

~ Planning Rowan’s future ~

“In one way or the other, the Cove has been a safe shelter for many of us” – Beau said, looking at the men sitting around the dining table, after the generous Sunday lunch. “Rowan needs our help, and we won’t turn away from him”.

Wahkan, the poised and wise Sioux, was the first to take the floor. “I don’t know much about this guy, but he bears a heavy burden on his heart. Beau says he’s one of us, and we all know what is our duty when one of us needs our help. My boy Chayton and I are ready.”

“He should live here in the main house, not in the basement” – Alex said, looking at Beau, being him the owner of the house – “The third floor is almost completely empty, there are three spare suites. We all could contribute to pay his rent”. Beau shook his head: “I already suggested to let Rowan stay in a suite without paying any rent at all, but Kale thinks it’s not a good idea, and I actually agree”.

“You all have seen how proud is Rowan” – Kale intervened – “He’d have refused even the food we’ve offered him, if he wasn’t starved. Letting him stay in a suite without paying a rent would sound too much like charity, and the least thing he wants is us pitying on him”.

Hendrick, the eldest among the boys, objected: “But we should at least get him some new clothes! Those old jeans he wears have really seen better days...”

“Hendrick” – Kale replied – “I’m sure he wouldn’t refuse our gifts, out of respect for us, but they wouldn’t make him happy at all. However, you have a point there; and since you’re so generous, I think he may appreciate if you could pass him, as a personal gift, a few used clothes you can do without”.

Stewart, the solid airman with a military-style haircut and attitude, stepped in, trying to better understand the situation: “Kale, you seem to know Rowan better than all of us. But what happened to the guy? Is he orphaned? What circumstances had him land here at the Cove?”

Kale smiled at the airman’s reference to Rowan’s “landing” at the Cove. “It was more an emergency landing, almost a miracle, in my opinion. If he hadn’t found our basement door broken open, god knows where he could be now. He had suffered so much in his life. I’m sorry, I can’t refer in detail what he told me in our confidential talk, but you must know that he’s been seriously abused. Sexually, I mean, and in ways that... No, I must stop here, I can’t tell more”.

“In my job as school counselor” – the Hawaiian continued – “I’ve dealt with several abused guys, but believe me: when Rowan told me his story, he threw me way out of my depths, in uncharted waters, and I had to deal with the situation in... unorthodox  ways”. He shyly glanced at Beau, who understood what he was referring to and looked back at him with an affectionate smile.

“But I’m sure you all now understand how much he needs our help” – the counselor concluded – “and how important is for us to leave him his space to grow, learn, make peace to the world and walk his road to adulthood and manhood, without us pushing and nudging him. Say, how old you think he is?”

“About 20”, Alex said. “At most 22”, Beau agreed. “No. He will be 30 in a couple months” – Kale revealed, in a grave tone, among the incredulous comments. “And he’s been living on the streets since he was 17. He looks much younger not only for his leanness, obviously related to his constant under-feeding, but also because he had not a chance to emotionally grow up, explore his limits and his sexuality like the guys his age”.

~ A decision is made ~

“So, what should we do with him?” – Barry asked a bit more rudely then he intended to, dazed by all the psychological mumbo-jumbo he couldn’t even understand. Kale shot a reproachful glance at him. “I mean... What do you suggest us to do for him?”

“Better” – Kale replied with a smile. “I think we should provide him the means of taking care of himself, starting with helping him find a job. Unfortunately, this is not an easy task: he surely is a hard worker, but it must be something he can do at night, because - for reasons I can’t reveal - at the moment he can only sleep during daytime”.

“Nothing easier!” – Barry exclaimed, happy to have a chance to make amends for his previous harsh comment. “At my workplace they are looking for a nightly watchman; it’s an easy job, though the wage is not that much. I’m the foreman at that site, so I myself am in charge of the recruitments. He can start working tomorrow evening, if he wants to”.

“It’s settled, then!” – Beau said happily. “Rowan will stay in the basement until he wants to; and will work at night at Barry’s site. I knew you wonderful buddies would have come up with a solution!”

“There’s only one little problem...” – Kale said, looking seriously at Barry. “I do hope you will take care of the guy, when you meet him at work. No stunts, stud. Promise”. No one, except the two men, knew about Barry’s dramatic first encounter with Rowan, nor about the harsh punishment he had received. There was an exchange of puzzled looks, but no one asked.

“Hey, no problem there, man” – the rugged worker replied testily. “Anyway, his work shift will start when mine ends, so we probably won’t meet at all.”

“Now it’s my turn to apologize” – Kale said with a contrite tone. “I know you have a heart almost as big... as your cock!”  Everyone laughed lively at Kale’s remark. “It’s just that you look very much like... a bad person Rowan used to know, and just being alone with you may be frightening to him. Please, keep this in mind, it’s important”.

“Bien! Now that everything’s been settled” – Beau said, bringing the long Sunday lunch to an end – “who of you men dare to train with me at the gym?”

~ Hard training ~

Alex stood up and said to Beau: “Count me out, man. It’s Sunday and I just want to spend a lazy afternoon in my bed”. “Alone?” – Barry asked with a lustful smile. Alex laughed and replied: “Not all of us are sex-driven like you, buddy! Sometimes I wonder how many times you could have sex in single day, if you’d find enough partners… including your right hand!”

“You’d be surprised, stud” – Barry said, among the other men’s laughter. The rugged worker usually didn’t mind his buddies joke about his overactive sexuality, that he was quite proud of. But this time, in a recess of his mind, he was not particularly proud: he still remembered the harsh, and well-deserved, tongue-lashing Kale had given him that early morning, and the rough, terrifying punishment he had dished out to him.

Now that the wild, wrathful fire that burned into Kale’s eyes was long gone, and the guy had become again the kind, poised counselor he’d always been, Barry felt ashamed for having let the Hawaiian tie him, fuck him savagely in the ass and force him to beg, in fear, under the threat of an humongous black dildo. Barry’s wounded masculinity screamed for vengeance, and compelled him to find a way to restore his self-confidence.

“Fuck the gym!” – he said, in reply to Beau’s suggestion. Then he turned to Stewart, the hot airman, and shot him an unequivocally lustful glance: “I have some different training in my mind… A very hard training, it is. And I need a workout partner, someone who’s not a sissy when the muscle start aching. You in, Stu?”

“You bet, man” – Stewart replied with hoarse voice, slowly standing up. No one could resist Barry, and he perfectly knew it. Stu, despite his great self-confidence and his commanding attitude, was no exception. “Just let me slip into something more comfortable” – he added. “No need to worry about that: in my room I have all the gear we’ll need”. The two man, with their cock twitching in their pants with anticipation, almost run upstairs and rushed in Barry’s suite, on the second floor.

Closing the door behind them, Barry looked at the airman: “Man, you’re hot as hell!”. Stewart was a squared, military-type of man, he was used to have men under his command and to order them around, but Barry would not take a ‘no’ as an answer: “Strip off. I wanna see you naked!”

Stewart winced at the commanding tone of his buddy, but quickly complied. Being it Sunday, he only wore a white T-shirt and dark blue navy-style pants. He removed them and stood in his gray tight boxer briefs, looking at Barry with defiance. 

“I said naked!” – barked the rough worker. Stu put his fingers into the waistband and pushed the underwear down, but slowly, and looking straight at Barry, in a last attempt to exert his masculine pride. “Good. Now, on the bed. Keep your hands to the headboard and don’t move.

~ The airman gets trained ~

Stewart lay on the bed, on his back, and gripped his hands to the headboard, as instructed, without saying anything. The defiant look in his eyes spoke a million words, revealing how vexed he felt for being treated with such arrogance. Unfortunately for him, his rock-hard cock, rising high from his brown pubes, told a totally different story.

Barry moved beside the bed, where he started undressing, looking at the well-built upper body of the hot airman. Thick brown hair covered his pecs down to the dark pink hefty nipples. The body hair shrank into a treasure trail going down his abdomen and defined abs, widening then again in a thick bush at the base of his cock.

The worker slowly removed his plaid shirt and his jeans, under the airman’s rapt eyes. With one hand, he massaged his own chest, thus raising the lower end of his tight white tank and exposing his furry lower abdomen. Stewart was eager to slip his hands under the tank and sink them into the thick fur, but he resisted, forcing himself to keep his grip on the headboard as ordered.

The tank was slowly raised more and more, revealing the firm eight-pack, and then up to the bulging pecs, until it flew away and fell on the floor. The thick black hair covering almost the entire torso couldn’t hide the firm mounds and the hard ridges of Barry’s muscular upper body, sculpted by years of hard manual work in a stone quarry. 

Stu watched in awe at the worker’s dirty white briefs and, most of all, at the huge bulge hardly contained within. The shape of Barry’s massive cock, still limp, pointing down and resting at one side of the hefty balls, was clearly visible under the worn-out fabric. The rugged worker moved even closer to the airman, bringing his big package a few inches from his face. Stewart licked his dry lips and couldn’t help but moving a hand toward Barry’s manhood.

“Keep your hands on the headboard!” – Barry ordered sternly, immediately obeyed by Stu. “I won’t tie your hands, for now” – the man hissed to the lying buddy – “but nevertheless you will not release your grip until I say you so, because my command, for you, must be stronger than any rope!”

Barry massaged his own bulge, moaning softly, enjoying the sight of the (un)tied man struggling to get free as if there were actual ropes tying his hands to the headboard. His huge cock grew bigger and bigger, until the fabric was straining to contain such a powerful meat. He lowered the waistband of his briefs, making his cock spring out, and then stepped out of his underwear and knelt on the bed, straddling Stewart’s face. His balls were dangling at an inch from the “captive” airman’s mouth, and Barry started stroking his meat right in front of his eyes.

“Man, you can’t do this to me…” – Stu moaned, straining to touch that cock, those balls, that hot muscled body. He tried to raise his head, sticking his tongue out, but Barry stopped him: “Don’t move. This is the training I was talking about. No matter what urges you feel, you don’t move. And don’t cum.”

Easier said than done! Stewart’s cock, by now, was hard as steel, aching for release; and looking at Barry’s massive cock being manhandled at an inch from his face was a real torture for the “bound” airman: “No, man, not this… You are killing me… Please, let me touch you, let me suck your cock!”

“You can release your left hand, now. But don’t you dare to touch your cock.” – Barry conceded. Immediately, Stu’s left hand sprang up from the headboard, as if it had been physically released from a tight rope. “Aaahh…” – he sighed, finally able to caress the worker’s pecs, twitch his nipples and dive into the thick fur.

~ Free fall ~

Barry knew that by now the military man was in his total power. Time to step up to the second phase of the training. He got off the bed, took some soft ropes from a drawer and tied - this time for real – Stewart’s hands together and up to the center of the headboard. In a flash, Barry remembered what Kale did to him that early morning, and an evil grin appeared on his face. He went back to the drawer and took two longer ropes and tied them to the outermost sides of the headboard.

He took one of the man’s legs and tied it to one rope, forcing the proud airman into a shameful position, with his legs wide spread and his throbbing manhood in full display. Barry looked straight at him, curbed his fist around the man’s cock and started jerking it.

Stewart gasped and tried to move away, feeling too close to a forbidden orgasm: “Stop, man... No! You’re making me cum... Oww! Please, man, I can’t hold back with my legs so widely spread...”

Barry, mercifully, released the throbbing cock, walked around the bed and tied Stu’s other leg to the second rope, forcing his ass to raise in the air, shamefully spread in a vulnerable position. Just like Kale did to him, Barry climbed over Stewart, bracing on the headboard and pointing his hard cock to the bound man’s sphincter. He reached down to Stu’s cock and massaged it some more, rejoicing the man’s pleads to stop.

Then, he let go the engorged pole and lowered his hand to the man’s ass, starting to tickling wildly the exposed puckered hole. Stewart’s response was immediate: “NO!! Shit! No, man!!” – he yelled, clenching furiously his ass muscles against his will.

Barry quickly removed his hand and fell down bodily, piercing the vulnerable man hole all at once. 

“AAAAAGH!!! SHIT! AAAAAH!!!” – the bound airman screamed, first for the stinging pain radiating from his tortured hole, and, immediately, for the excruciating pleasure of the orgasm that suddenly exploded in his groin. “Oh god! Aaahh....” – he continued moaning, while the massive ejaculation covered his chest and face with thick streams of sperm.

~ Caring buddy ~

When Stewart’s orgasm at long last subsided, Barry was still inside him, but he was not moving. This was not a punishment, like Kale’s, and Barry didn’t want to dish out at Stewart more than he could take. Kale’s lesson was still fresh in his mind and Barry realized he was again, dangerously, “throwing his cock around”, and he didn’t want to harm Stu.

Again, easier said than done: his body, his mind compelled him to fuck that ass, to piston his cock in the tender hole, careless of the consequences; but he forcefully restrained himself and stood still, waiting for his partner to catch his breath.

“You OK, buddy?” – he asked with concern, looking straight at his friend. “Shit... it was insane...” – Stewart panted – “Buddy, you are crazy... Man, you made me cum like a hose... But... I can feel you are still hard...!”

“I didn’t cum, yet” – Barry said – “But I don’t want to hurt you more... You’ve cum, now, and you are more sensitive, and your ass must be sore... If you want I can just pull out and...”

“Fuck me, stud” – Stu interrupted him, smiling for the rough worker’s unusual sensibility – “I want to see you writhe for the pleasure, man, feel you jizz inside me... Only, will you please untie me? Let me touch you, feel your muscles, hold your body against mine...”

Barry leaned forward and quickly released his buddy from the restraints. And then, still keeping his eyes locked into Stu’s, slowly started moving his cock back and forth. The military man, at first, winced for the pain, but soon the slow, loving thrusts of his friend’s cock turned the pain into an exquisite pleasure.

Stewart’s cock, that had rested limp on his groin after the shattering orgasm, came back to life, slowly growing to a full erection. Barry was pumping his cock into his lover’s ass in a slow, steady rhythm, each time reaching deeper into the man’s secret depths. Stu moved his hand to his cock and started jerking it, moaning softly: “Man, what do you do to me... You’re making me cum again... Let me feel it, cum into my ass, buddy.”

Releasing his self-imposed restraints, the rugged worker started pistoning his cock harder, pushing hard inside the tender ass, until he couldn’t hold any more: “Here it comes, buddy! Ahh... Aaaagh!”. Barry’s loud moans of pleasure were soon doubled by Stewart’s: “I’m cumming... I’m cumming! Aaaaahh...”

Totally spent, after such an intense physical exertion, both men lay on their back on the soft mattress. They turned their head to each other and smiled.

“Fuck the gym!” – Barry said, repeating what he had replied to Beau earlier. Stu laughed and replied: “No man could survive this training five days a week. I wouldn’t rush to shut down the gym!”

“I wonder what your boy Rick would say, if he knew how I tied you up and fucked the cum out of you that way” – Barry mocked. “Don’t you dare telling him!” – Stu replied, still laughing – “Or I will confirm him that you really have a heart bigger than your cock! Besides, I don’t think he would be that interested, I saw him quite eager to go down to the basement, when we left the dining room…”

~ Rowan opens up ~

Stewart was right, regarding his boy Rick. In fact, as soon as the men had left the room, after lunch, he had finished cleaning up the dining table in a hurry: Rowan had asked to have a talk with him, and he was impatient to go down to the basement room. He removed his apron, hung it in the privée («no, the butler’s room!» – he though), checked himself in the mirror («come on! you’re not going to a date…»), caught his breath («get a grip, man!») and rushed downstairs.

He knocked at the basement door – which seemed a little stupid, though of course it was now Rowan’s room – but heard no answer. He entered silently the small utility room and stood beside Rowan’s bed, looking down at the guy, fast asleep. He looked so beautiful, so vulnerable that Rick wished to stay there for a while, just looking at him, but he respectful turned around and headed to the stairs.

“Hendrick, stay… Please…”, the guy said, opening his eyes. “I can come back later” – Rick replied – “You need to sleep, now”. Rowan sat on the bed: “I cannot rest, my friend… So many questions, worries and doubts are crowding my mind! I hoped that you could help me dispel some of them. Can you?”

“Of course, buddy! May I?” – Rick said, sitting on the bed. “You can ask me anything”. Rowan looked around the room, uncertain. “That man upstairs… the rugged hairy man with the blue eyes… He scares me”. “Barry? I know, he’s a bit… impulsive, we may say. But he’s not a bad guy”.

“He is. Yesterday he tried to… I mean… He wanted to…” – Rowan’s voice trailed off. “Did he forced himself on you? Against your will??” – Rick was shocked. “As far as I know, it never happened… also because all the man literally fall at his feet. Aaah, he’s such a stud!” – Rick continued with a lustful sigh. “But Kale said he looks like a… bad man you used to know…”

“My stepfather. He too…” – Rowan stopped, looked at his friend and felt he could trust him. And anyway, he wanted him, and the other friends of his in the house, to know. “My… My stepfather constrained me to have… unwilling sexual intercourses with him. Many times”. The guy looked at the young chef’s concerned expression; “I’m sorry, pal, it wasn’t my intention to burden your heart with my sad memories. But I wanted you to know. And feel free to refer this to anyone in the house: they all have been so kind to me, and I don’t want to have secrets with them.”

~ A ‘man of little moral’ ~

Rick silently placed his hand on Rowan’s. He wanted to throw his arms around him, but he sensed that a more forceful physical contact would be unwelcomed, in that moment. The young chef looked down, lost in his own memories. “I know what it feels” – he said after a tense silence. “Being forced, I mean. It happened to me once, and it’s not something you can ever forget. You feel frightened, helpless, violated. And then, when it’s over, you feel… dirty. Even… guilty!” 

Rowan stifled a gasp and looked up at Rick: he knew! He knew how the sense of guilt, illogical as it was, kicked in to turn the table, blurring the line between victim and executioner…

The young redhead looked at his pal. “I can barely guess what you had to suffer, but listen, buddy: while you can’t forget the past, you can learn how to live with it, you can overcome your demons. They may have forged your past, and even your present, but they can’t forge your future. Never doubt this. It will happen, you can be happy again.”

“Now, tell me about Barry” – he continued, suddenly remembering what Rowan had said earlier – “Did he… forced you to have sex with him, like your stepfather?”

“He tried to. But I’m not sure he succeeded… I have only blurred memories. I remember Kale’s voice… He was calling me so gently… I spoke with him all night long, I told him all about my stepfather, everything… probably too much… He was so shaken, I made him suffer so much! I feel so bad! I shouldn’t have… I didn’t want to…”

“Buddy, you don’t have to worry. Kale is a counselor, he knows how to deal with his feelings. What really moves me is rather that you, having suffered so much in your life, still feel sorry for the pain Kale may have felt. You’re… incredible!”

This time Rick couldn’t stop himself from hugging tight his friend. When they parted, Rick took Rowan’s hand and pressed it on his own chest, over his thumping heart: “Do you feel it? This is what you can do to people, this is what you do to me. I love you buddy, you’re such a great guy!”

“Hendrick… I want to tell you something… I hope you will not think ill of me…” – Rowan said, tentatively. “We are friends, I’d never judge you.” – Rick replied, seriously. “Last night” – Rowan continued – “after talking with Kale, we… made love. And this morning, when I brought the food up to the attic, I masturbated Beauregard”. The pale guy looked into his friend’s eyes: “Am I a bad guy, Hendrick? Having sex with two men so soon… I couldn’t help myself! I feel like a… courtesan! A man of little moral!”

Rowan didn’t expect Rick’s reaction: he was laughing out loud! “My friend, this is the Cove! Did you think I might be shocked by your confession? Well, it’s more likely the opposite: you could be shocked by the men’s easy approach to sex, here.”

Rick’s reaction and his words compelled Rowan to go on, asking him what he really had in mind since the beginning, since their first encounter in the empty kitchen. “So you maybe won’t think bad of me if I ask you… No, forget it”. The redhead held his friend’s face in his hands and looked straight into his eyes: “I told you, you can say and ask me anything. Anything”.

Rowan stood silent for a moment, peering into the bottom of Rick’s eye, and then kissed him lightly on the lips. “Hendrick… Will you make love to me?”

~ Another step in Rowan’s journey ~

If Kale would have been there, he would knew how right he was: Rowan had already started his journey to his manhood, and instinctively, almost unknowingly, he was trying to expel another demon from his soul. After discovering, with Charlie, how joyful could be sex, and after experiencing, with Beau, the pleasure of totally devoting himself to another man, now he wanted to break another taboo, willfully doing with a man he trusted what he had been forced to do by his hideous stepfather.

And he had chosen Hendrick, so young and friendly, not a grown-up dominating man, but still so masculine and confident. And he shared with him the same unforgettable pain. 

“You mean…” – Rick said tentatively, feeling his dick stirring in his pants – “After what your stepfather did to you… you want me… Oh, I would love to! But… have you ever had… you know… passive sex after you ran away from your stepfather?”

“Never. I tried, but I couldn’t. I’ve had oral sex, and some man have offered me their bottoms, and in rare occasions I’ve made… solitary love. But now I want to offer myself completely to someone! I need it, I held back for too long! I’m scared, I cannot deny it, but I feel this is the right time… and you are the right man. I know, we barely know each other, but I feel there’s something that binds the two of us. I want your manliness to fill me, my friend, bound with you in a way I’ve never experienced before.”

Rick’s heart pumped furiously, making him feel… alive. He was 20, but his maturity made him look older, while Rowan, though being almost 30, looked much younger, due to his naïve lack of experience. Rick felt like a master leading his virgin boy into the unknown, frightening, exciting world of man-to-man sex. “Let’s do it” – he said in a whisper. “You’re so hot, so beautiful! You could ask anyone, but you asked me…”. He felt so confident, so powerful! His cock stirred painfully in his pants, straining to be set free. “I want you so much…”. He looked around and frowned: “But not here… Come, let’s go up to my room!”

 And so Rowan walked to the stairs door, holding Hendrick’s hand. Opening the door, he felt that another door, shut and locked for a long time, was about to be opened in his soul.

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 (End of chapter 8 – Please proceed to Chapter 9)