The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 16: BIRTHDAY GIFT ≈

Who's Who in this chapter

Shay (a straight, shy 17-y.o. novice) meets again his strict father Master Conroy, and also Uncle Roderick (the head of the Asylum, a wise and manly monk in his 50’s); then, after an intense experience, he seeks for support… and something else from his roommate Ewan (a hairy and oversexed monk in his 20’s).

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~ Family reunion ~

A month or so had gone by since Ewan and Orren had sealed their pact of mutual ‘assistance’, promising to keep each other’s overactive sexuality sated. So, in the last month Shay had not been requested any more to indulge in acts of man-sex with Ewan, and this made Shay feel safe again in his inner heterosexuality. Since he was admitted to the Asylum, Shay had to bend his nature several times, to engage in sexual acts with other monks, and every time he felt weird about that. Truth to be told, a couple times he had no choice, when Uncle Orren raped him and when the Lost Cousin Drake tied him to the cross; and other times he had to endure the touch of other men as a trial in his path to the Holy Fountain: refusing to submit to those trials would’ve meant to bring his life into the Asylum to a grinding halt, and he didn’t want to go away, he felt safe and loved in the Asylum.

With Ewan things were different, as Shay felt more at ease with him, even when he had to masturbate or suck his mentor’s hefty member, but never once Shay had let Ewan fuck him, and Ewan never exerted his authority to get from Shay what he clearly wasn’t ready to give him.

And then, there was one fond memory nested deep into Shay’s mind: when Uncle Roderick made love to him, making his heterosexual certainties waver. With his manly confidence and fatherly sweetness, Uncle Roderick made Shay’s granitic belief that ‘a man’s hole is not made to stretch around another man’s virility’ crumble to pieces. But Uncle Roderick was a special man, he was the head of the Asylum, an older and fatherly man to whom Shay would’ve entrusted his own life: Shay didn’t feel that offering his ass to Roderick was something against his heterosexual instincts, and sure enough Roderick never made Shay feel any less of a man.

Despite the several sexual intercourses with the other monks, Shay didn’t feel different: he still had the absolute certainty that making love to a sweet, tender girl was the only path to a complete sexual gratification.

This thought brought a wide smile on Shay’s mouth, while he slowly came to conscience from his deep sleep. The warm rising sun was lighting up the Fountain-shaped window of his room, and Shay felt happy, admiring the morning sunlight and the promise of a new wonderful day it brought with it.

Because that was a special day: it was Shay’s eighteenth birthday, the day Shay became a man… at least for the law. Becoming a man, a real man, was something more for Shay, not just a matter of age: he wanted to feel a man, act like a man and prove his manliness to a woman. Just thinking of it, made Shay’s member twitch visibly under the small loincloth he used as sleepwear. After all, as once Gaynor told him, the Holy Fountain didn’t forbid monks to have sexual contacts with women, and maybe, sooner or later…

A polite knock on the door roused Shay from his thoughts. Young Cousin Blain peeked in the room and said in a low voice: “Shay, there’s a visitor waiting for you in Uncle Roderick’s study. A man, I don’t know him. Get dressed quickly, don’t make them wait!”

Shay leapt out of bed and got dressed in record time: whoever was the visitor, he was with Uncle Roderick, and Shay didn’t want him to wait too long. With hurried steps, he walked through the maze of corridor to Uncle Roderick’s study, smiling at the thought of meeting again the Uncle so dear to his heart.

But when he opened the door and stepped in, his smile faded.

“Father…” – Shay said in an emotionless low voice – “I didn’t expect a visit from you.”

“Happy birthday, Shay!” – Master Conroy exclaimed, with a wide smile on his face and opening his arms – “Come here! Let me give you a hug!”

Master Conroy moved a step toward Shay, who stepped back: “As far as I remember, I never got a hug from you, father. I see no reason to feign an affection you don’t really feel, only for the benefit of Uncle Roderick!”

“Shay!” – Uncle Roderick exclaimed with reproaching tone – “He’s your father, never forget it! Don’t be disrespectful!”

Shay shut his mouth and looked down, forcing himself to a more respectful attitude; but he didn’t accept his father’s hug nevertheless.

 

~ A very unusual gift ~

“You’ve grown up, Shay” – Master Conroy said pensively, looking at his son; the sleeveless short red habit, that left little to imagination, revealed the body of a young man, with sinewy legs and defined biceps – “You entered the Asylum only few months ago, I didn’t expect to find you so changed.”

“I’ve worked out in the gym and took care of my body and my mind” – Shay replied with a slightly annoyed tone – “The other monks helped and instructed me. Yes, I’ve changed since I came here, I’ve changed more deeply than you can see with your eyes.”

“I see you’re a man, now” – Master Conroy said stifling a proud grin, as if he had any merit in Shay’s newly found manliness – “and therefore I’m more than sure that you will greatly enjoy my birthday gift. I was not sure, at first, if it was… err… appropriate to bring such a gift, so I asked permission to Uncle Roderick, and he agreed.”

“A birthday gift? Another first…” – Shay murmured, rousing another mild reproach from Uncle Roderick – “Anyway, where is it? I can’t see any gift here.”

“Go back to your room and you’ll find it there. I’m going away, now, but I’ll come back tomorrow to check on you. Go enjoy your birthday gift!”

“Uhm… Alright. Farewell, father. Uncle Roderick…”

Shay nervously walked back to his room; he didn’t want a gift from his father, he didn’t want anything from him! Turning the last corner, Shay saw with surprise Ewan standing out of the door, wearing only his loincloth; his expression showed great surprise and uneasiness.

“Ewan! Why are you standing half-naked in the hallway? My father told me that there is a birthday gift in our room. Whatever it is, I will share it with you, come inside!”

“Err… No, thank you…” – Ewan replied, embarrassed – “It’s a… uhm… very personal gift. I’m going to the Springs. Enjoy your… err… gift, I will see you later.”

Puzzled by Ewan’s reaction, Shay stepped into the room and his mouth sagged open. In his bed there was a young girl, completely naked, barely covered by the bedsheets. The girl seemed very young, she was beautiful and looked up at Shay with a shy gaze, while her cheeks blushed with excitement and a little embarrassment.

“You are Shay, aren’t you?” – the girl asked with a melodious voice – “I want to be sure, because moments ago I made a terrible mistake, I thought that your roommate was you, and… well… I tried to sneak into his bed!”

Despite the shock, Shay couldn’t restrain a chuckle, now understanding why Ewan looked so unsettled. “Yes, I’m Shay.”

“I’m Rosie” – she mused, moving the bedsheets away, shamelessly revealing all of herself – “I’m your… birthday gift!”

Shay felt his heart race. That was the moment he had dreamt about for years, the moment when he could finally be a man, feel a man and… act as a man. He quickly got rid of his habit, and Rosie looked at him with a hint of disappointment: “Maybe I’m not as beautiful as you expected…”

The boy looked down at his completely limp dick and blushed. “No… er… I’m just nervous… You’re wonderful, you’re a dream come true, Rosie. You look so young, and yet you’re a woman, a beautiful woman…”

“I just turned eighteen, just like you” – she said, shifting on the bed to give room to Shay – “And in case you’re wondering… I’m not a virgin. I hope this doesn’t displease you.”

“Not at all…” – Shay replied, unsure about what to do. He took a deep breath and reminded to himself «I’m a man!»; with an uncertain hand, he grabbed one of Rosie’s tender breasts and lowered his mouth to the girl’s odorous lips… hoping with all his heart that his own body would’ve quickly responded to the enticing situation and would do his duty.

 

~ A life-changing experience ~

After an hour or so, Ewan wondered if Shay had finished… enjoying his gift. He had no idea if an hour was enough for an intercourse with a woman, especially knowing that for Shay it was the first time. Ewan blushed again, uneasy, remembering how Rosie had sneaked into his bed, touching him in his most private parts, with a total lack of modesty, before understanding that he was not the lad she was looking for.

Ewan tried to understand why Rosie’s acts annoyed him so much. After all, for a lad, even if he’s into men, shouldn’t be that unpleasant being intimately touched by a girl. And then he finally focused on the root of his feelings: he was pissed off because Rosie had taken for granted that a man is always happy to be touched by a beautiful girl. She didn’t ask for permission, she didn’t check whether Ewan was willing or not: Ewan was a man, so he must’ve been happy to have such an intimate contact with her!

There was a subtle arrogance in Rosie’s demeanor that annoyed Ewan, and it had nothing to do with Ewan’s preference for men. He would’ve been just as annoyed if a lad, without checking beforehand, would come to him and fondled his private parts so shamelessly.

“Women!” – Ewan murmured under his breath, adjusting his loincloth and heading to the staircase leading to the upper floor. He stepped into the upper hallway just in time to see Rosie close their room’s door and go away. There was a happy, excited spring in her steps, and Ewan smiled, thinking that Shay, at long last, had the chance to express his manliness the way he felt more inclined to.

He quietly opened the door, expecting to see Shay excited and radiant for the thrilling experience, and was surprised to see him lying on his bed, on his side, lost in deep thoughts. Shay was giving his back to the door and didn’t even turn around to greet Ewan.

“Shay… Is everything alright?” – Ewan cautiously inquired, and all he got as a reply was a simple “Uh-uh…”

It was more than obvious that there was something wrong, and Ewan moved closer to the bed: “May I do something for you, Shay? You can ask me anything, you know it…”

Without turning around, Shay said: “I need a hug… Please hug me, Ewan, let me feel your body against mine…”

Ewan quickly unlaced his loincloth and joined Shay in his bed, holding him in a spoon position and squeezing him into his arms. Whatever happened, he wanted Shay to know that he could always count on his loving support.

“Thank you, Ewan…” – Shay said in a feeble voice, nestling deeper into Ewan’s embrace and pressing his back on his friend’s torso – “I need to feel your manly touch, I need to feel your muscular, hairy chest pressed against my back, feel your virility caressing my bottom…”

“What happened, Shay?” – Ewan asked in a soft, caring tone – “I could see, from the girl’s expression while she was going away, that you definitely satisfied her. Didn’t you get your pleasure, making love to her?”

“Oh, sure, I got my pleasure. I had no choice.”

“W… What you mean, Shay? She didn’t… force you or something, did she?”

Shay turned around and looked into Ewan’s eyes, finding comfort in his unwavering support: “No, she didn’t force me, she was sweet and tender, but… I don’t know how to say it… She opened her legs and expected me to give her pleasure, she did nothing to please me, as if reaching my orgasm was my duty, not hers. She was offering me her cunt: what else a man should ask for? I had no choice but play my role, be the stud she expected me to be and all the while… I…”

Shay shamefully averted his gaze and shut his mouth, clearly upset; he chocked a sob and Ewan held him tighter: “Tell me, Shay. Tell me everything. You know I won’t ever judge you or think ill of you. I… I love you Shay, you know I do.”

“While making love to her…” – Shay murmured – “I looked down at her, and she was in a blissful state, she was enjoying having her cunt drilled with manly ardor by my member, and I should’ve felt boosted in my manliness, I should’ve basked in my virility… but all I wanted was… was to… to be her. I wanted to be in her place, I wanted to know how she was feeling, I wanted someone who would make me squeal for pleasure like her, bringing me to a breathtaking orgasm.”

After a long pause, Shay sniffed a couple times and added with teary voice: “For many years, since my sexuality awoke, I’ve dreamt the wrong dream. Because it wasn’t my dream, it was my father’s. What else a lad should dream of, but fucking senselessly a wet cunt? It wasn’t my dream, but… I didn’t know. Until now.”

Ewan gave some tender kisses to Shay’s neck and shoulders and said: “But you still have a dream, haven’t you? You’ve now learnt what your dream is. Whatever your dream is, it’s the ‘right’ dream, and I’ll do my best to help you pursue it.”

Shay’s voice was trembling when he turned around, looked at Ewan with wet eyes and said under his breath: “Make love to me, Ewan. I want to give you what I’ve denied you so far. Take me, make me yours. Let me be… your woman.”

Ewan’s dick was the first to react to Shay’s surprising request, happily twitching against Shay’s buttocks; and after a moment Ewan’s expression lit up with a wide, tender smile: “You don’t need to be anything different than you are. You’re a man, and today you’ve proved to be a real stud, sending that girl to heaven with your manly ardor. I don’t want you to be my woman, I want you to be my man.”

By now, Ewan’s hefty member had grown to a stiff erection and was eagerly exploring the deep groove between Shay’s hairless buttocks. Ewan extended a hand and scooped some oil from a lamp nearby, and used it to make his own tool slick and wet. Without changing position, he helped Shay raise and bend one leg, so to gain an unobstructed access to his secluded portal.

 

~ Shay’s true dream ~

When the turgid head pressed against the puckered hole, the very hole once deflowered with merciless violence by Uncle Orren, Shay gasped and held his breath, but he didn’t back off. Ewan used his hand to brush his slick glans against Shay’s hole, waiting for it to relax and open up for him: “Be my man, Shay” – Ewan murmured in a voice that exuded the great sexual tension he was feeling – “Let me in, and I promise that I will send you to heaven like you did with that girl, I will make you squeal with pleasure and I will bring you… how did you say?... to a breathtaking orgasm.”

Ewan’s enticing words, spoken with his deep sensual voice, made Shay’s heart beat faster. That was Shay’s dream, he was now sure about it: being a man’s man, giving himself totally and unreservedly to a man. And he was about to live his dream fully, thanks to the caring, masculine, confident Ewan. This time Shay didn’t have to concentrate or force his body to respond: he felt a warmth filling him and his ass muscles relaxed and opened up, letting Ewan’s loving member enter him without any pain or discomfort. For few long moments, Shay’s world shrank to the amazing sensation of being slowly penetrated by that thick, hot manly tool that reclaimed his ass as its private property, exploring every recess of it and taking possession of every inch of the tender canal.

When Shay felt Ewan’s pubes pressing against his buttocks, he realized he was holding his breath and exhaled loudly: “I’m yours, Ewan… I’m your man, aren’t I?”

“You are.” – Ewan breathed into Shay’s ear – “Am I fulfilling your dream?”

“You are.” – Shay replied, succumbing to the pleasure radiating from his insides and the sense of complete intimacy he felt with Ewan.

Ewan started rocking his hips, holding Shay in position by his raised leg, and the thick manhood moved effortlessly in and out Shay’s slick chute, caressing the velvety linings and tapping rhythmically on the pleasure gem hidden inside it. At each thrust Shay couldn’t repress a feeble moan, and he soon learned that tilting his hips backwards eased the penetration, letting Ewan dig deeper inside him, reaching sensitive places he wasn’t even aware of.

Shay’s mind, clouded by the sheer pleasure he was feeling, started wandering. That wasn’t the first fuck he got, and Shay found himself pondering with surprise how different the same act could feel. The first fuck he got was arguably the worst: Uncle Orren took him by force, ripping away his virginity. It was painful, violent, an expression of pure unrestrained lust; and yet Uncle Orren, at least in some moments, had been merciful, he forcibly repressed his own instincts to spare Shay from a permanent physical damage… and with those acts of mercy he actually spared the boy from a permanent psychological damage [1].

Was there some love in Orren’s fuck? Shay couldn’t really say. Sure enough there was a tender, protective love in the fuck that Gaynor gave him moments after his rape; it could hardly be defined a sexual act: it was rather a fatherly caress, a brotherly hug that helped Shay reconnect to his sexuality and restored his faith in men [2].

Ewan was now fucking Shay with long, powerful thrusts, and Shay realized with surprise that a steady flow of pre-cum was oozing out of his own cock, as stiff as marble. He felt wonderfully owned by Ewan, and enjoyed the rhythmical brushing of Ewan’s hairy chest against his back, the powerful hips slamming against his buns, the muscular arm around his leg keeping him still, in an inescapable helpless position.

“I want to see your face…” – Ewan said with a hoarse voice, slowing down and helping Shay roll on his back – “I want to see your eyes roll back for the pleasure, I want to see your beautiful features frowning in the bliss of the climax…”

Ewan’s cock seemed insatiable and his hips started pounding again on Shay’s ass with renewed vigor. Shay looked up at Ewan, saw him swaying over him and felt his manly rod break into him with growing potency; for a moment, Shay though back at when Ewan’s overactive libido made him lose control with Quinn, and murmured: “You’re not going to hurt me, are you, Ewan?”

Ewan visibly restrained himself a little, realizing that he was about to give to Shay more than his inexperienced ass could take. “No, I’m not. I won’t ever hurt you, Shay, because even my inner beast must bow to your sweetness. Never in my life I want to hear you scream in pain: all I want is to hear you moan with pleasure, louder and louder, until I will make you scream for the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had…”

Shay felt overwhelmed by the tidal wave of sexual tension that Ewan’s words, along with his masterful fuck, were making rise inside him. How different was making love with Ewan, compared to what Uncle Roderick did to him! Uncle Roderick was wonderful, and made Shay live a mind-opening experience that Shay would’ve have remembered for the years to come [3]; but Roderick was so older than him, while Ewan… Ewan was just perfect, he was a real stud, tireless and manly, tender and caring, and his hefty cock… oh! his cock felt so good!

“Fuck me, Ewan!” – Shay blurred, lost in a cloud of sexual desire – “Take me, love me, fill me, make me cum! Oh, please, make me cum!!”

Ewan flashed a rascal smile and stood upright on his knees, without slowing down the powerful pounding on Shay’s buttocks; he reached to Shay’s cock, that beautiful uncut cock that fascinated Ewan so much, and started stroking it with a tight grip, making the foreskin brush sensually on the engorged glans. Shay had an instant reaction and uttered a long squeal of pleasure, while his hips started rocking up and down.

“I wish I could look at yourself, Shay…” – Ewan said with strained voice – “You’re so sexy, you can’t possibly be anyone’s woman, because you’re a man, a real stud ready to explode like only a man can. Let your Fountain gush for me, Shay! Bless me with your manly seed, and I’ll give you mine… Ooohh… Yes… You’re so sexy… AWW… NNNNGGHH!!!”

Ewan slammed hard his cock inside Shay, and this last wreaking thrust pushed Shay over the edge.  With a long loud scream, Shay arched his back and gripped the bedsheets; his cock throbbed wildly in Ewan’s hand and erupted like a volcano, shooting countless volleys of thick cream that landed on Ewan’s hairy chest and abs, creating a sticky mess. Ewan’s hand didn’t stop, nor did his hips, until both of them were completely drained to the last drop.

Ewan, exhausted, crashed on the mattress, next to Shay, and the two lads looked at each other with loving eyes. A deep silence filled the room, but their eyes communicated in a way that didn’t need words. A tie had been built, a strong bond had been forged, and both of them were well aware of it. Shay had crossed many boundaries to get there, on that bed, looking with loving eyes at Ewan, and he felt that there was no other place in the world he’d like to be: that was his place, next to his man, living at long last his own dream.

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In the next chapter: Shay, along with the entire Cousinhood, will attend one of the most important moments in the Asylum’s life.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] Back then, Uncle Orren was still a Lost Uncle and lived a sinful life. He raped Shay mostly to hurt Uncle Roderick, but while doing it he pitied the boy and tried to be merciful; but his uncontrollable lust took over and forced Orren to hurt Shay more than he wanted. See Ch. 7.
[2] Gaynor found Shay wandering through the hallways, naked and in a state of shock, and brought him to the Springs; there, in the hot water, Gaynor made sweet love to Shay, to prevent the boy from closing his heart and body to any sexual contact. See again Ch. 7.
[3] Shay went to Uncle Roderick, hoping to have ‘some virginity left’ for the Uncle to take; but Shay’s heterosexual beliefs were still strong, and Uncle Roderick was very tender and cautious with him, unwilling to force Shay to question his own sexuality. See Ch. 11.