Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2017 22:10:51 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 353  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 353
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Randy's boy Pablo has matured from a feisty kid to a macho young stud, the
company's chief mechanic. The young colt Randy has raised rears up as a
stallion, flexing his sexual muscles by dominating his master, then Randy's
superman lover Bob. The muscle-jock mechanic strides away, leaving behind
him the gypsy construction boss sprawled naked on the floor smothered in
jizz, moaning, "Holy fucking shit."


CHAPTER 353 – "THE YOUNG MECHANIC FLEXES HIS MUSCLES"


************ In the previous chapter *************

The weekend at Mike's house in Palm Springs had started out as one long
montage of horny men releasing their pent-up sexual desires.

Middle-aged Mike and his new boy Larry had proved beyond doubt that their
relationship was here to last when a rejuvenated Mike overcame his
age-related insecurities and fucked his boy.

Their guests, the cop Mark and fireman Jason, hot and horny after a
grueling training exercise at the nearby Marine base, couldn't wait to get
their hands on each other and in a macho challenge between cop and fireman
they had mesmerized the spectators with a pornographic display of raw,
rugged man-on-man sex.

And then there was the handsome Marine captain Hassan and his boy Eddie.
Hassan took Eddie out to his remote house in the desert where he thrilled
him with an erotic fantasy in which a nervous boy comes out to the house to
service the husky Marine and, in an unexpected twist after an erotic
massage, the boy ends up fucking the muscle-stud soldier.

Afterwards, as they lay on their sides propped on their elbows gazing at
each other, Hassan grinned, "Well, kiddo, that was some trip eh?  Maybe we
can pick it up again after we've eaten dinner together."

Eddie grinned mischievously.  "Even the bit about the soldier's young sex
slave chained up in the dungeon, sir?"

Hassan laughed, "Maybe later, kiddo, depending how we feel after we've
rested and eaten.  On the other hand, we might be so tired by then we'll
just wanna curl up in bed and watch a movie on TV until my handsome boy
falls asleep in my arms.  But right now I wanna hear all the gossip about
what's been happening in L.A. since I left."

"Well, sir," Eddie said with wide-eyed enthusiasm, once again the talkative
kid Hassan loved so much.  "Me and the boys were talking and we think
there's something going on with Randy and Pablo, something about Randy
giving Pablo a lot more responsibility."

"Yeah, kid, well I'd say that's overdue.  Pablo's not a boy anymore.  He's
what, 25 now? Same age as Darius, the oldest of the senior boys?  Hell, you
only have to look at the guy.  He's not that young grease monkey anymore in
those old dungarees held up by one strap.  He works shirtless in old blue
jeans and boots and he looks damn hot, a real muscle-stud mechanic.

"I've seen the way Randy looks at him and I wonder what he has in mind for
him.  It'll probably involve Bob too.  Hell," Hassan chuckled, "everything
with Randy involves Bob."

"Anyway, kiddo, we'll see how that turns out when we get back.  In the
meantime we've got the weekend ahead of us with Mark, Jason, Mike and their
boys, and we'll have a blast.  But tonight it's just you and me, kiddo, out
here in the desert in the middle of nowhere, and I think it's time we
rustled up some chow.  Dinner and a movie?  What d'you think?"

Eddie flashed his lopsided grin and saluted.  "Aye-aye, captain."


********************* CHAPTER 353 **********************

After Hassan and Eddie's wild sexual fantasy the next scene in their trip
out here was one of domestic bliss as they prepared dinner together,
laughing, kidding, elbowing each other away from the stove and Eddy
complaining loudly when Hassan fumbled the salt and spilled it all over the
floor.

During dinner they talked about Hassan's plans for Eddy's future, and when
they had eaten and drunk their fill Hassan put in a DVD and they sat
together on the couch watching a movie.  Hassan put his arm round Eddie who
rested his head on his master's chest.  It was clear that, after the day's
excitement, Eddie was growing sleepy.  Hassan stroked his hair and said, "I
reckon that `soldier-chains-his slave-boy-to-the-dungeon-wall' epic will
have to wait for another day, kiddo.  I'm taking you to bed."

"Mmm," Eddie murmured, snuggling closer.  "Yes please, sir."

The soldier picked Eddie up in his arms, carried him to the bedroom and
laid him gently on the bed where he promptly fell asleep.  Carefully, so as
not to wake him, Hassan took off the boy's clothes then gazed down at him
as he lay naked on the bed, breathing peacefully, that lopsided smile on
his face as he slept.  The stoic Marine was not an emotional man but now
tears flowed down his cheeks as his love for the boy overflowed in that
silent room deep in the desert.

Hassan realized now that he had only ever loved two people in his life –
Mark and Eddie.  But his love for Mark was different, a love between
warriors forged in the crucible of war.  The cop and the Marine were equals
whose passion found expression in raw man-on-man sex.  But Eddie, this
sweet, affectionate, playful kid was his boy, his boy to love, protect and
nurture, a boy who loved him totally and unconditionally.  He was a boy to
hold in his arms and fall asleep with, as he did now.

The rugged Marine, his toughness mellowed by his love for the boy,
undressed, lay beside him and pulled the covers over them.  "Mmm," Eddie
purred in his sleep and snuggled closer as his master's strong arms folded
round him.

***************************

They woke late the next morning, made love again, and then tidied the house
before leaving to rejoin the other guys at Mike's house.  As Hassan locked
the door behind them Eddie looked wistfully at the lonely sun-bleached
house and said, "Will we come here again, sir?"

"Sure we will, kiddo.  Lots of times."

Eddie grinned, "And will we, er, get a look at that dungeon in the
basement, sir?"

"Oh yeah, but be careful what you wish for, kid, `cos you'll be seeing a
lot of that place.  Next time when you're down there and look in the mirror
you'll see a naked boy chained to the wall waiting nervously to hear the
footsteps on the stairs of the horny Marine captain coming back to work his
sex-slave over again.  And just the sight of the shirtless soldier will
make you shoot jizz all over the floor, the first of many orgasms as you
fall in love with your captor."

"Sir, when you talk like that you make my dick so hard I wanna cream my
shorts."

"Go ahead, boy, knock yourself out.  Won't be the first time that group has
seen you with a wet bulge in your shorts."

They thought they would be too late for breakfast but they needn't have
worried because Mike's house also roused itself late after the previous
day's sexual exertions.  Breakfast had just been served outdoors by Larry
and Ben and when Hassan and Eddie came in they found places waiting for
them at the table.  They were greeted with much laughter and lewd comments.

"Hey, guys," Mark grinned.  "So, soldier, you took mercy on the boy and
unchained him.  Thought you'd leave him in that dungeon so you'd have him
on tap ready to service you."

"Nah, that's for next time, buddy," Hassan smiled, but beyond that he
offered no details of what they had done.  He was usually tight-lipped
about his sexual exploits.  But not so Eddie who's mouth ran a mile a
minute with the boys.  "Dudes, you will not believe ..." he began, and
treated them to a blow-by-blow description of his adventures with the
Marine.

And so, now that all the men had indulged their sexual lusts and got their
rocks off multiple times, they could settle down to the next few days of
fun and relaxation.  Mike looked at the group with a fatherly smile, happy
that his house was the setting for the enjoyment of these extraordinary
men.

Inevitably the conversation soon turned to tribe gossip, notably the
subject of Randy and Pablo.  Hassan said, "Like I said to Eddie, that's
quite a change going on there.  Have you guys looked at Pablo lately?  He's
not a kid anymore.  The little grease monkey has grown into a strapping
young stud, handsome, sexy and built like a brick shithouse.  Of course
he's always modeled himself on Randy and, boy, he's right up there with him
now in the alpha-male category.

"Yeah," Mark agreed, "it'll be quite an adjustment for Randy, but nothing
he can't handle, I bet."

**********************************

And, of course, back in L.A., the change in his boy was not lost on Randy
himself.  Also, his lover Bob had noticed the way Randy looked at Pablo
these days – with immense pride mixed with something Bob couldn't quite
put his finger on ... lust, maybe, or something like it?  But Bob knew
better than to get too involved in Randy's feelings for his boy and adopted
son.

And now, on Monday morning, while Mark and the guys were still at Mike's in
Palm Springs, Randy was back at work on the construction site as usual.  He
was in his trailer office waiting for Bob to drop buy and go over some
budget details.  He stood at the window surveying the site as he often did
as boss of the whole outfit, watching the crew work, the pace, the
teamwork, looking out for potential trouble spots that called for
intervention by the boss.

But today he was in a contemplative mood as he waited for Bob, thinking
mostly of the men in his life.  He thought of the five young brothers he
had raised and protected single handed as a family of itinerant gypsies in
inhospitable West Texas.  Now, in recent years in L.A., his two great loves
were Bob, first and foremost, and then his adopted son, Pablo.

And it was Pablo he focused on now as he gazed through the window.  Boy,
had he grown up!  He remembered all that time ago when he and Mark first
came across the plucky young kid working as a mechanic in a small run-down
gas station in the desert.  As a youth he had been moved from one foster
home to another and was alone in the world, working for the three brutal
Baxter brothers who abused the young kid who had nowhere else to go.  Until
Randy met him.

Randy and Mark had trashed the three thugs and Randy had said, "You're not
alone any more, kiddo.  Let's go."  Randy smiled to himself now as he
recalled how Pablo had climbed on the Harley motorcycle behind him and
Randy had grinned back at him.  "We ride fast, kid, and it'll take two
hours.  You think you can hold on tight to me for that long?"  Randy would
always remember the boy's reply.  "I'll hold on tight to you for as long as
you want, sir."

And the boy had held on to Randy ever since, looking up to him, idolizing
him and molding himself on his hero.  Randy had legally adopted him as his
son and made him his chief mechanic on the worksite.  And of course Randy
made love to him often – and Pablo loved it.  From the first day Randy
had been mesmerized by the sight of his perfect bubble butt – `an ass
that could make grown men weep,' as Randy always described it.

Often in the middle of the workday, horny as hell, he would watch from his
trailer, as he was doing now, and would yell to the boy to "get your ass in
here, kid."  He would throw him across the drafting table, pull his
dungarees down and fuck that gorgeous ass.  Then Pablo would go back to
work, pumped with pride and joy at having serviced the man he worshipped.

Even as he thought of all of this now Randy's cock was rock hard in his
jeans, but somehow he hesitated to call Pablo in and relieve his lust as he
had done so often in the past.  There had been such a change in his boy.
Of course it had been a gradual maturing process but it seemed to Randy
that he had changed from boy to man almost overnight, breaking out of his
chrysalis and spreading his wings like a strong, proud butterfly.

Maybe it was something as simple as a change of clothes.  Ever since Randy
had known him Pablo had always worked in old dungarees, held up by a single
strap over one shoulder, and always naked underneath.  It had defined him
in Randy's mind as the brave oil-streaked young kid he had met working
tirelessly as a mechanic against frightening odds in that deserted place.

Then one day recently Pablo had shown up for work shirtless wearing old
greasy jeans and muddy work-boots.  It had been a transformation and Randy
did a double-take, thinking for an instant that a hot new crewman had
joined the team.  And even now as he stared at him awestruck from the
trailer, Randy found it hard to believe the change and stroked his own
bulge, murmuring out loud, "Such a fucking stud."

Pablo had always had a great body, sculpted by grueling gym workouts with
Randy.  But now with his new adult image, it was as if the young jock had
stepped right out of the pages of a porn magazine, ruggedly handsome with a
body that wouldn't quit.  His bare torso was that of a junior bodybuilder
– broad shoulders, bulging biceps, ripped abs and a slim waist and hips
hugged by his beltless jeans.  The old, worn jeans were creased at the
crotch which bulged sexily under the greasy denim stretched over his
muscled thighs.

And then there was that ass – still the same bubble butt that rose up
below the slim waist and curved outward in perfect globes before curling
under to his legs.  Hanging out of the back pocket was a greasy rag that
Pablo occasionally pulled out to rub the sweat from his face.

His features too had matured from a mischievous boy to a rugged male, but
still with that same exotic Mestizo look – square jaw, high cheekbones
and thick black hair that fell over his forehead and came straight down at
the back to cover the sexy nape of his neck.  The crooked smile was still
there too, but the urchin grin had given way to a confident seductive smile
that could entice any man into yielding to his macho sexuality.

"He's one fucking gorgeous son-of-a-bitch," Randy breathed, "and he's my
boy."

Randy's kid brother Ben was Pablo's assistant mechanic, but today, in Ben's
absence in Palm Springs, Darius was giving Pablo a hand.  The two had been
lovers almost since the day they met.  Darius was a gorgeous black
muscle-stud with a notorious 10-inch dick and Randy grinned at the memory
of Darius's first meeting with Pablo when he had said, "Sir, my dick and
that ass, a match made in heaven."

They had been a match ever since and Randy watched them now, both shirtless
and streaked with grease, two young men nearing the peak of their youthful
manhood, working together, joking and horsing around.  Darius must have
said something really funny because Pablo suddenly threw his head back and
roared with laughter, his prominent Adam's apple bouncing in his throat.

It was such a glorious sight that Randy mechanically ripped open his pants,
pulled out his stiff dick and began to stroke it as he watched.  He
wondered if Darius still mostly fucked Pablo –10-inch schlong in bubble
butt – or whether Pablo, flowering into maturity and no longer the
natural bottom boy, now flexed his muscles and plowed the black stud's ass.
Man, that would be a sight to see, and the image made Randy pound his dick
harder.

The two mechanics were working on a truck and Pablo had unlatched the hood,
pushed it up and held it up high so Darius could lean over the front for a
close look at the engine.

"Holy shit," Randy gasped.  Darius was bending forward with Pablo standing
right behind him, arms upstretched propping the hood open.  As Pablo craned
forward to look over Darius's shoulder he pressed against him and Randy
heard them laugh as the bulge in Pablo's jeans squashed against Darius's
butt.

In high spirits they made a game of it, Pablo exaggeratedly grinding his
crotch against Darius's ass that pushed back onto it.  But it was not a
game to Randy as his previous image of Pablo fucking now came into sharp
focus in his mind.  Of course, he realized, the macho stud Pablo must often
fuck his hot black lover.  Maybe they even did it like this when they
worked alone on the site – two hot, muscular mechanics stripped to the
waist, Darius in black jeans, Pablo in his dirt-streaked blue jeans.

Randy's imagination took off and he pictured the rugged Mestizo rubbing the
bulge in his pants as he watched his black buddy work, bent over the engine
of a truck, muscles rippling in his broad back.  He fantasized about Pablo
striding up to Darius and yanking his jeans down over his ass.  He would
rip open his own pants, yank out his stiff rod, spit on it and plunge it
deep in the black man's ass.

"Yeah, do it boy," Randy growled softly as he pounded his cock, lost in the
fantasy. The vision was vivid in Randy's mind as he now looked at Pablo's
raised arms, his V-shaped lats sloping down to his slim waist, and imagined
those hips slamming against Darius's black butt.

"You gorgeous mother-fucker," Randy moaned, "yeah do it, stud."  He heard
them laughing and in his mind the laughter became howls of ecstasy as
Pablo's cock pistoned in his buddy's ass and he yelled "Fuck, I'm gonna
cum, man ... I'm cumming ... yeah ... aaagh!"

Randy saw white liquid slam against the trailer window and run down the
glass.  He blinked ... and came back to reality.  It wasn't Pablo who had
shouted and busted his load – it was Randy.  Through the film of semen
he looked through the window and saw the two mechanics facing each other
now, laughing and shoving each other like playful young colts flexing their
muscles.

"Beautiful, isn't he?"

Randy whirled round at the sound and saw Bob standing in the doorway.

***************************

"Damn, I love watching you jerk off that great hunk of meat," Bob chuckled.

"Fuck you, man, I didn't know you were there."

Bob shrugged, "If you want privacy you should learn not to leave the door
ajar.  Luckily it was me watching you get your rocks off."  He came forward
and stood beside Randy at the window.  "And if you had just let me know you
were gonna do it I'd have joined you jacking off to the sight of that
beautiful young man.  What?  Were you fantasizing about Darius's 10-inch
pole sliding into the Pablo's ass?"

Randy grinned, "Other way round, man.  I know better than anyone how
irresistible his butt can be, but looking at the macho jock now I could
only think of him pounding ass."

Bob was expert at sizing up Randy's moods and he now saw some uncertainty
mixed with the lust in his eyes.  "Er ... when did you last haul him in
here, pull his dungarees down and plough his ass, buddy?"

Randy shifted uneasily.  "Not for quite a while.  If you've noticed, dude,
he don't wear his dungarees anymore so somehow it wouldn't seem ..." he
shrugged, "I dunno ..."

"When was the last time you made love to your boy, Randy?"

"Dunno," he frowned, still staring out the window.  "Can't remember."

He turned back to look at Bob and said, "Shit, buddy, I dunno what's
happening.  The boy is growing up so fast, becoming that alpha jock you see
out there, I ... kinda feel out of my depth."

Randy looked pleadingly at Bob.  "Buddy, it almost feels like I'm losing
him – or he's losing me, or both.  He's not a boy anymore, maybe not my
boy.  I mean, what does a self-assured, dominant stud like him need with a
master anymore?  If I were to yell at him to get his ass in here do you
really thing he would come running and pull his pants down for me to fuck
him like the eager young kid always use to?"

Bob smiled.  "Randy, we both know the answer to that. Look, in every
relationship the dynamic shifts over time.  It happened to us!  Remember
those days when you would punish me, like the time I had sex with Lloyd and
you tied me behind your truck and dragged me naked across the sand of the
desert?"

"Shit, man, why do you have to bring that up?  Those days are way in the
past when I was terrified of losing you.  Our relationship has changed a
lot since then ... a whole lot better."

"And that's exactly my point, Randy.  OK, all these years it's been you,
the King of the Gypsies, and his eager young boy worshipping his hero.
That kid idolized you, copied you in every way – his looks, his
physique, body language and even your anger, always quick to throw a fist.
And that out there is the result, the result you wanted – a confident,
proud young buck, a leader of men like yourself."

"That's just what I'm saying, dude," Randy protested.  "He's a man now, not
that young grease monkey who who'd drop his pants whenever I ordered him
to.  He don't need me anymore."

"Randy, you miss the point.  Typical you ... you leap from one reality to a
conclusion that's completely illogical ... all in your mind.  Like the time
I fucked with Lloyd and you assumed I was leaving you and you tied me up
and punished me like a caveman dragging me to your cave."

He saw Randy wince, and continued, "I know, I know, that's all in the past.
But the point I'm making as that you're wrong to assume that just because
Pablo has shed his dungarees and grown into a hot alpha male, he doesn't
need you anymore."  Bob paused to let that sink in.

"Randy, ever since you rescued the boy from those thugs in the desert he
has lived to make you proud of him.  You're his hero and always will be.
You made him what he is and he's still trying to emulate you.  What I see
out there is a younger version of you ... same look, same gestures, same
values.  Man, when he's working with young Ben he protects and nurtures the
boy just as you've done for Pablo all these years."

Bob smiled.  "Hell, he's even learned, as you have, that not every problem
can be solved by a right hook to the jaw.  And, to answer your earlier
question, yes of course Pablo would come running if you shouted for him to
come in.  The only difference now is that you wouldn't yell at him and you
wouldn't order him, you'd ask him.  And you probably wouldn't call him in
for a quick fuck, but for a cold beer.

"Pablo is still your adopted son and still your boy, Randy, which brings me
to my last point – I promise.  You say you haven't made love to Pablo
for some time because you're not sure how to.  But how do you think Pablo
feels about that?  The man he loves, lives for and lusts for has stopped
taking him to bed or even bringing him into his office.  Don't you think
he's a bit scared you've stopped loving him?  And maybe he's right."

"Fuck you, man!" Randy shouted angrily.  "Hell no, that's not right.  I
damn well love him more than ever and sure, I wanna fuck with him.  Shit,
didn't you just watch me blasting a load of jizz over the window just
looking at him?  Sometimes you can be a real asshole you know that?"

Bob smiled.  He had deliberately provoked that outburst as a call to
action, and had got the reaction he wanted.  "Randy, you don't have to
convince me but that gorgeous young mechanic out there.  All I need from
you right now is to go over those budget figures, so let's get to work."

Randy smiled at him.  "Fuck, man, you can always get under my skin, you
know that?  Sometimes I think you do it deliberately."

"Only when it's necessary, Randy.  OK, the budget."

********************************

Despite the thoughts racing in his mind Randy managed to focus on the
numbers Bob was explaining.  He trusted his lover implicitly with the
financial side of the company.  Randy was first and last a construction
worker and all he wanted was to make sure that his pet projects were
included in the budget.

When they were finished Bob got to his feet and Randy grinned up at him.
"Shit, still the most gorgeous guy on the planet.  You're the one I should
throw across the drafting table and ream your ass."

"Down boy," Bob laughed.  "I gotta go back to the office and show Jamie how
to post these new figures in the computer.  But ... after dinner, big guy,
I'm all yours."

"Damn straight, you bet your life you are, man."  Randy stood up and pulled
Bob into a tight hug.  "Thanks for the pep talk, buddy.  Lot to think
about."

As Bob left the office and walked across the site he glanced over at Pablo.
Hell, the guy sure is a gorgeous hunk of man, Bob thought, not sure whether
his own hard-on in his slacks was caused by Randy or Pablo.  Probably both,
a thought that made his cock even harder.

Pablo looked up and gave him a jaunty salute.  "Hey, Bob, how's it going?"
Bob waved back, aware of Pablo's use of Bob instead of sir.  He kinda liked
the sound of it.

In the trailer Randy tried to review the numbers they had worked out but he
couldn't concentrate.  After half an hour he gave up, stood up and
stretched as he gazed out the window.  Darius had gone back to his own
project leaving Pablo to unload a new engine block from the back of a truck
that had just delivered it. The block was secured by a rope that ran up and
over a pulley.

Randy watched Pablo work and his heartbeat quickened as he stared at his
boy heaving on the rope, his straining muscles rippling and gleaming with
sweat as he slowly raised the engine off the truck, swung it out and
lowered it to the ground.  "Fuck he's gorgeous," Randy moaned.  Impulsively
he left the trailer and forced himself to stroll casually across the site,
inspecting things here and there before winding up close to Pablo.

"That the new engine block for the backhoe?" he asked casually.

"Yes, sir.  Heavy son of a bitch ... took all my fucking muscle to unload
it."  Even his voice had got deeper, Randy noted.  Pablo's pumped body was
heaving, sweat pouring off him, and he pulled the rag from his back pocket
and wiped it across his face, streaking it with oil.

"Yeah, I watched you manhandling it," Randy said.  "Very impressive."

"Damn," Pablo grinned, "suppose it never crossed your mind to come and give
a hand ... sir."

"It did, but I preferred to watch you struggle," Randy chuckled.  "You
looked good.  But now you look like you could use a beer.  Got time for a
break?"

"Sure thing, sir."  Pablo followed Randy into the trailer and closed the
door behind them.

*******************************

Randy pulled two beers from the small fridge and they sat side by side on
the couch looking down at the spreadsheets strewn on the low table before
them.  "Thanks," said Pablo, taking the beer from Randy.  "Sorry, I must
stink of sweat, sir."

"Don't bother me none, dude.  Quite the reverse.  Now, see these
spreadsheets here?  Bob and me were going over the expenses for the new
project we're starting.  Bob does most of this shit but you should get
familiar with them if you're gonna become ..."  He checked himself.  "Well,
I jumped the gun a bit there, but me and Bob will explain all that later."

They studied the figures for a while and Pablo asked a lot of pertinent
questions that impressed Randy.  But Randy had had enough numbers for one
day and leaned back on the couch and turned to face Pablo.  "So how are
things going with you, boy?  Long time since we had a talk."

"Yeah it is, sir."  He grinned, "I was even starting to think you were
getting a bit tired of our little meetings here in the trailer."

"No!" Randy said sharply.  "You mustn't think that, boy ... you must never
think that.  It's just that ... shit, boy, it seems that in the last couple
months you've suddenly sprouted up and changed from that greasy kid into a
real gorgeous hunk of man.  You're not that young punk in dungarees I used
to haul in here and butt-fuck when I got horny."

"Yeah," Pablo chuckled, "I did shed those dungarees after all these years
didn't I?  They didn't seem to go with what I felt inside ... you know,
sir, a tough, confident guy with my good buddy Darius."  Then he frowned
with a look of alarm.  "But, sir, I am still your boy, aren't I.  I don't
ever want that to change.  I mean, you're my hero, sir ... I'll do whatever
you ..."

"Hey, cool it, big guy," Randy laughed.  "You'll always be my boy and I'll
watch you grow and love you for it.  I'll always lust for you, boy, and
we'll fuck like we always have."

"Sir, do you wanna fuck me now like we used to?"

"Er, not exactly, man."  Randy stood up and pushed the low table away from
the couch.  He paced the room restlessly and Pablo, still shirtless, leaned
back on the couch, arms stretched along the back of it, his beer in one
hand, legs wide apart on the floor, his manspread stretching his jeans over
his thighs and the bulge at his crotch.  He grinned that sexy crooked grin
up at Randy and said, "So what do you want, man?"

Randy looked down at the macho, confident young jock, at his arms spread
across the couch, at his manspread showing off his bulge, at the grinning,
cocky face, his deep voice almost throwing out a challenge.  "Fuck you,
boy," Randy said, "you are so fucking gorgeous.  This is what I want."
Randy fell on his knees between the young mechanic's spread legs and buried
his face in his crotch, breathing in the stink of sweat and greasy denim.

"Shit damn, buddy," Pablo said.  Always the fantasist he felt a bit like
they were a couple of straight construction guys on a break getting their
rocks off.  He ran his fingers through Randy's thick black hair, clamped
his hand behind his head and pressed his face down in his crotch.

"Hey, if that's what you want, stud, you got it.  Chow down on that cock,
man."  The deep, dominant voice (like everything else in Pablo, copied from
Randy himself) turned Randy on even more and he ripped open his boy's
jeans.  One thing that hadn't changed was that Pablo, who had always been
naked under his dungarees, now wore nothing under his jeans so Randy had a
clear shot at the young jock's stiff cock.  He yanked it out, bent down and
swallowed it all the way down his throat.

"Oh shit," Pablo growled, "that feels so fucking great.  "Yeah, eat your
boy's cock, man ... eat it."

Pablo grabbed Randy's head in both hands and pumped his face down on his
cock, taking pleasure in the sound of the construction boss gagging on his
thick shaft as it pistoned in his mouth.  With one hand Randy grabbed
Pablo's balls round the scrotum and squeezed them."

"Aaagh ... fuck you, man.  So that's how you wanna play it, a trial of
strength, is that it?  Man, you taught me good and you know I can take as
much pain as you can."  Randy pulled off his cock briefly and their
gleaming eyes met.  "Is that so, boy?  Well try this for size."  He let go
of the young stud's balls, reached up with both hands and twisted his
nipples savagely.

"Fuuuck!" Pablo howled and reflexively reached down and gave his master's
tits the same treatment.  It was inevitable that these two dominant,
aggressive men, one a junior copy of the other, would end up challenging
each other in a contest of equals.

The construction boss increased the pressure on his boy's tits and sucked
his cock faster and deeper down his throat while the tortured mechanic
gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw, his head thrashing from side to
side as he flexed against the pain inflicted by his boss.  In a savage
reprisal he dug his fingernails into Randy's tits, making him scream into
the gag of his cock.

But in the end it was not pain that made them stop ... both of them knew
the other could endure any pain the other dished out.  It was the sensation
Pablo felt in his cock slamming against the back of Randy's throat and
bringing him to the cusp of a massive orgasm.  "No!" he howled and shoved
Randy's mouth off his cock seconds before he would have lost his load
inside it.  "I'm not gonna let you suck me dry, man.  I'm not finished
yet."

He jumped to his feet and stared down at Randy on his knees looking up at
him with wild-eyed lust, spit running from his mouth and down his stubbled
chin.  "Fuck, you look hot," Pablo growled, brought to the peak of sexual
desire by the fantasy of going mano-a-mano with the master he had
hero-worshipped since the day they met.

They both knew deep down that this was the inevitable climax of Pablo's
training to be as tough and dominant as Randy, the natural contest flaring
up between master and boy, teacher and pupil, until man and boy emerged as
virile, sexual rivals.  Randy had trained his boy for this, to be like him,
as strong and competitive as him, with the same magnetic sexuality.

His breath heaving, Pablo reached down and with one hand grabbed the sweaty
tank-top Randy always wore, yanking him up onto his feet.  Then he spun him
around, pushed him against the drafting table and forced him to bend over
it face down.  He ripped open Randy's jeans so they dropped round his
boots, and pressed the head of his spit-wet cock against his ass.

"Look up," Pablo ordered.  Randy raised his head and stared into the wall
mirror behind the table at the sight of the bare-chested, muscular mechanic
piercing him with his blazing eyes.

"Get a good look, man.  That's your boy, the young kid you rescued, saved
his life, taught him, trained him and made him your son.  How many times
have you called that boy in here, thrown him over this table, ripped down
his pants and rammed your dick up his ass.  And how many times did that kid
beg for more `cos he worshipped you and loved you to fuck him?

"But take a good look, man.  Your boy's not a kid anymore, he's grown up,
grown up in your likeness, a tough son of a bitch like you wanted.  Yeah,
I'm just like you ... strong body, tough mind ... and a great fuck.  And
now it's payback time.  Time for me to thank you, sir, for all you've done
for me, to prove I'm the man you wanted me to become.  "I love you, sir.  I
love you more than any man could love a man.  Yeah, I'm just like you, even
to those words you always yelled to me in here ... `I wanna fuuuck!'"

With one savage thrust, just like the master, he rammed his cock into the
depths of his master's ass.  Randy howled, feeling the same sensation, the
same ecstatic pain that he had always given his boy in this very place.
His head fell forward but Pablo grabbed his long hair and pulled it back to
face the mirror as he ramrodded his ass.

"Look at me, man.  I want you to look at the man your created.  Like the
master who creates a monster and the monster ends up running wild.  But I'm
no monster, I'm your boy, your son, your man, your lover ... and I'm
fucking the master I love."

Even as the merciless rod rammed his ass Randy was mesmerized by the sight
of the man he had created, the boy he loved, pounding his ass just like he
himself had done so often to that tough young kid.  "You like that?" Pablo
said. "You like your boy's dick up your ass?  Remember how I begged for
more?  Let me hear it.  I wanna hear it from you, just like I used to."

"Fuck yeah," Randy howled. "Fuck me, man.  Fuck that ass ... harder, more
... please ... I love you, man ... Jesus Christ I love you ... such a
gorgeous stud.  Yeah, fuck me ... please sir ... I love you, sir."

Sir!  That was the word – the word Pablo wanted to hear from Randy, and
he focused all his strength on his man's ass.  He grabbed Randy's tank and
yanked his back off the bench until the thin cloth ripped and he fell back
down, his body writhing as his boy jackhammered his ass.

Suddenly Pablo used one of Randy's classic moves on him.  He flipped him
over onto his back on the table, his legs cartwheeling through the air, his
cock still deep in his ass.  Randy's legs were hooked over Pablo's
shoulders and the savage jock fell forward and pinned his arms to the table
while his shaft pistoned mercilessly in his ass.

The big gypsy was in a blur now, aware only of the incredible sensation in
his ass and the pornographic sight of the greasy mechanic above him,
dripping sweat on him as he pounded ass.  "Now you know how it feels, big
guy," Pablo panted.  "This is how Randy fucks.  Exactly how he fucks.  I
should know ... he trained me.  And now I know how my master felt every
time he called me in here and got his rocks off reaming my ass.  And it
feels fucking great," he yelled.

Pumped to the max with testosterone and adrenaline, Pablo picked Randy up
bodily off the table turned around and threw him on his back on the floor
like a rag doll.  Randy howled as the cock yanked out of his ass and he lay
exhausted on the floor.  Pablo pulled off Randy's boots and jeans and said,
"Yeah, that's how I want you now – the big gypsy boss naked at the mercy
of his mechanic, his own son."

He bent down and flipped Randy over on his hands and knees.  Quickly he
knelt behind him, grabbed his hips and once again drove his shaft deep
inside him.  "Aaagh!" Randy howled, staring up at the other wall mirror, at
the wild expression on the chiseled features of the handsome Mestizo
ramrodding his ass.  In his daze he recognized the out-of-control look that
he himself had when he got carried away fucking ass.

"No," he moaned.  "No more ... I can't take any more, man.  I'm done."

"You're done when I say you are," Pablo growled, again mimicking words he
had often heard from Randy's mouth.  Randy fell forward on his stomach in a
futile effort to crawl away from the rod driving into his ass, but Pablo
pressed down on the small of his back and trapped him.

"Please, man, I'm finished.  You've fucking reamed my ass and I can't take
anymore.  You're gonna make me bust my load real soon."  Pablo pulled out,
flipped Randy on his back, pulled his legs over his shoulder again and
pressed the dripping head of his cock against his hole as he had at the
beginning.  "OK, you know how this goes, man ... you taught me.  You don't
cum until I say you can.  You showed me how to taunt a man ... like this."

He slid his cock back inside Randy's ravaged ass, but slowly, gently this
time.  Randy sighed a ragged sigh and moaned, "Oh shit, don't do this to
me, man.  I'm so fucking close I gotta cum.  Please man ... cum inside me."

Pablo grinned, "You know what it takes, man, what you always made me do."

"OK ... OK, you want me to beg?  Please ... cum inside me, man.  Let me
shoot my load.  You make me so hot, I'm so fucking close ... I'm begging
you."

"You said the magic word, buddy.  OK, another page from your playbook –
that thing you do with Bob.  He leaned forward and pinned Randy's wrists to
the floor above his head.  Then he bent lower so their faces were inches
apart.

"Now look into my eyes, buddy.  You see yourself reflected in them?  But
here's the best part.  I'm the image of you, sir.  My body, my thoughts,
they are yours.  My eyes are yours ... it's like seeing yourself on your
own eyes.  We're the same, sir.  We're one."

The union between man and boy was complete.  As the cock slid slowly in and
out of his ass Randy was mesmerized by Pablo's burning eyes and his
hypnotic voice saying, "I love you, sir.  This is my way of showing you
what you created and of thanking you for protecting me and loving me all
these years.  I cumming, sir ... cumming inside you."

Randy gasped as he felt warm juice pouring inside him, soothing the tender
membrane of his ravaged ass.  He looked up at Pablo, at his crooked smile,
and moaned, "You're a beautiful man, kiddo.  So fucking beautiful.  Yeah
... here it comes, boy.  Oh fuck ... fuck ... aaagh!"  His cock reared up
and sprayed semen up onto Pablo's chest, then over his own – stream
after stream in an explosive orgasm that left him shuddering and exhausted
on the floor.

"See," Pablo grinned down at him.  "You always boast that you can make a
man cum without touching himself.  And now you know I can too ... just like
you."  He leaned down and kissed Randy tenderly on the lips, then pulled
back and frowned.  "Now, let me think ... what did you always do next after
you'd fucked me in here?  Ah yeah, I remember."

He withdrew his cock, shook the drops from it and stuffed it back in his
pants.  He stood up, buttoned his jeans and pulled the rag from his back
pocket.  He wiped the sweat from his face and the cum from his chest,
stuffed the rag back in his pocket and said, "OK stud, back to work."

Pablo left the trailer and strode back to the truck, leaving behind him the
gypsy construction boss sprawled naked on the floor of his office,
smothered in jizz and moaning, "Holy shit ... holy fucking shit."

*******************************

There was a postscript to this pivotal event, added, not unexpectedly, by
Bob.

After Randy had pulled himself together and put his jeans and boots back on
he stood up unsteadily and looked out the window.  After the earth had
shaken under his feet in here he half expected the site to be a shambles,
so it was a surprise to see everything proceeding normally – the work
was progressing, crew working harmoniously together and Pablo was calmly
inspecting the engine block he had offloaded from the truck.

But Randy couldn't join them.  Pablo's performance in here had shaken and
thrilled him and he couldn't just resume work as if nothing had happened,
even though Pablo had been right that, in the past, when he had finished
fucking his boy he had always matter-of-factly done up his pants and gone
straight out to the site and back to work.

Not this time.  His thoughts were in a whirl, trying to process what had
just happened – the remarkable change in Pablo and the homoerotic image
engraved in his mind of the young muscle-jock, his own boy, dominating him
sexually like a stallion in heat.  So he put his head out the door and
called for Darius.

Darius had become a major player on the construction site, not only Randy's
assistant but a foreman, able to pinch hit in any situation where a worker
needed help.  As he came in the astute boy, always with a nose for drama
and gossip, stifled a grin when he saw Randy with the shredded remains of
his tank hangin over his chest and smelt the overpowering odor of semen.

"Er, Darius.  I gotta cut out a bit early today and Zack's on the other
site today so can you hold the fort for me for the remaining hour or so?"

"Not a problem, sir," Darius grinned.  "Everything's pretty routine now, so
leave it to me."

"Thanks, man."  Randy went out of the trailer and Darius grinned to himself
as he watched the boss walk a bit unsteadily to the gate.  He would get the
scoop later from his buddy Pablo.

Bob was working at his desk in the master suite when Randy came in and
immediately knew something fairly dramatic had happened.  "Hey, buddy.
Everything go OK with Pablo?"

`Sure," Randy said casually.  "Why do you ask?"

Bob switched off his computer, leaned back in his chair and laughed.
"Randy this is me, your old pal Bob.  Now tell me what the fuck happened."
It was a relief for Randy to open up to his lover and Bob sat silently
throughout the rather disjointed account of the scene in the trailer.

"Good," Bob said when he had finished, "I'm glad to hear it.  I sensed that
something of the kind was in the wind which is why I made an arrangement
for this evening that I hope you approve of.  See, with Mark, Jamie, Jason
and Ben still out in the desert at Mike's, the house is pretty empty
tonight.  Adam and Nate are going across to Zack's house for one their, er,
leather nights, so the only ones here for dinner will be us, Pablo, Darius
and the twins.

"So I thought of inviting Pablo and Darius for dinner up here.  The twins
will cook it as usual, serve the food in here and join us.  Just the six of
us – nice and intimate."

He raised questioning eyebrows and Randy shrugged, "Sure, why not?"  Bob
frowned at him and Randy said, "Sorry, buddy, all this stuff kinda knocked
me sideways.  It's a great idea, man ... perfect in fact.  You always have
your finger on the pulse don't you?"  They stood up and Randy took Bob in
his arms.  "You're OK with this aren't you, man?  I would never do anything
that hurt you, you know that, don't you?"

"Of course," Bob smiled," and I think what's happened between you two was
not only inevitable sooner or later but essential.  Kind of dramatic too,
like the master creating a monster that ends up dominating the master."

"Yeah," Randy grinned, "that's what Pablo said."

"Besides," Bob added, "I might even have a little plan of my own that'll
seal the deal."  He pulled away and wrinkled his nose.  "In the meantime,
buddy, you should jump in the shower.  All that grease, sweat and jizz –
you're a fucking mess."

**********************************

That evening, before going up to the master suite, Pablo and Darius dropped
into the kitchen to help the twins ... and to gossip.  Of course, the
subject was Pablo's earlier game-changing encounter with Randy in his
trailer office, so by the time dinner was ready all four boys had hashed
over all the details.  The twins loaded the big food cart they often used
to serve meals to individual rooms, and the other two loaded a smaller cart
with drinks, coffee and dessert.

They wheeled the carts up the ramp Randy had built to accommodate the
wheelchairs of Brandon and Brian.  And when Bob opened the door he was
impressed to see that the boys had all dressed up for the occasion, or what
passed for `dressed up' in this house – clean, crisp T-shirts and jeans
for Pablo and Darius and matching blue polo shirts for the twins.

Bob had even persuaded Randy to wear a white dress shirt which, hanging
loose over his muscular frame, did nothing to detract from the swarthy
gypsy's raw masculinity and smoldering sexuality.

The dinner in the men's private dining room was a rousing success as the
two bosses of the tribe and four senior boys talked animatedly over a wide
range of topics.  The meal took on the air of a celebration as the events
in the trailer were still fresh in everyone's mind and they knew that a
major bridge had been crossed by Randy and his boy.

But the subject was not actually discussed directly.  The reason for this
was that the boys were not sure of Bob's feelings about the event.
Universally loved and respected, Bob was Randy's lover but now Pablo had
assumed an even greater role in Randy's affections.  Once again it came
down to the delicate balance of every relationship, with its shifting
dynamics as men changed and boys matured.

With his finely attuned social antennae Bob was aware of all this and did
not want the topic to become the elephant in the middle of the room.  So at
the end of the meal when they were all pretty well lubricated by wine, and
the brandy was flowing, Bob cleared his throat.

"Er, guys, there's something I want to say.  We all know what happened
between Randy and Pablo this afternoon but we haven't actually mentioned it
here at this table.  And I suspect the reason for that is that you're all
not sure what I think about it, am I right?"

"I'd say so, sir," said Darius, always the most talkative of the bunch.

"Right, well I could try to explain my feelings but I always think actions
speak louder than words – pack more of a punch."  He grinned, "And I do
not mean that literally, though it may be the kneejerk reaction of a
certain man and his boy among us."  When the laughter died down Bob
resumed.  "So if you would indulge me, I suggest we all move into the
bedroom."

There was an air of expectancy and several swelling cocks as they all
shuffled next door to the master bedroom.  Darius, Pablo and the twins sat
together in the long couch by the bed and Randy drew up a chair.  Bob stood
facing them, his back to the bed, and smiled, "OK, guys, I promised you
action."  Slowly he unbuttoned his beige dress shirt all the way down and
shrugged it off his shoulders so it hung down from his waist, still tucked
in his slacks.

There were muffled gasps all round as they gazed at the shirtless
muscle-god with his sculpted torso and the handsome, chiseled features of a
Superman.  Bob pulled his shirt out of his waistband and let it drop, then
unbuckled his elegant brown belt and kicked off his loafers.  He unzipped
his slacks, let them and his shorts drop and stepped out of them, standing
before them buck naked, his magnificent cock swinging between his legs.

The five men stared in admiration at the dark-haired icon of homoerotic
beauty, and Bob looked from one awestruck man to the next as if
contemplating a choice.  They all assumed that he was about to select Randy
to prove to them that their love was as solid as ever.  So they were
stunned when Bob stretched out his hand and smiled, "Stand up please,
Pablo."

Pablo hesitated, blinked as if he had misheard, then rose to his feet.  Bob
pulled him into his arms and kissed him on the mouth as the stunned jock
tentatively ran his hands over Bob's shoulders and flexed biceps.  Bob
pulled away and smiled into Pablo's exotic almond-shaped eyes.  "Pablo
... I would like you to make love to me."

Impulsively Randy grabbed the arms of his chair about to stand up but
Darius restrained him gently and murmured, "Please wait, sir."  Bob turned
and smiled at Randy, then lowered himself onto the bed and lay on his back.
He wrapped a hand round his cock and after only a few strokes it was
standing up hard as a steel rod.

Pablo's cock was rock hard in his jeans and he now knew, and shared, what
Randy felt when looking down at his naked lover.  The young stud's muscular
body raced with adrenaline and he felt the same sexual urge that Randy
always felt.

As a younger boy Pablo had worshipped his master's lover from afar, knowing
he was out of his reach.  But he had grown up to become a confident alpha
male and he was his father's son in every way, even to his lust for the
naked Superman lying before him.

So many times Bob had lain trembling with desire looking up at Randy, and
now it was almost the same, only this was a younger copy of his lover, in
looks, dominance, raw sexuality ... and in what he did next.

"Holy fucking shit, man," Pablo growled.  "You are one gorgeous fucking
man."  He stripped off his shirt, fell to his knees by the bed, leaned
forward and swallowed Bob's rod clear down his throat.  "Aaah!"  Bob threw
his head back and gasped as he looked down at the handsome Mestizo face
with his lips wrapped round his cock, pounding it with the ferocity he had
inherited from Randy.  "Shit, man ... oh shit, you're gonna make me shoot."

Pablo pulled off quickly and grinned down at him.  "Not yet, big guy.  Not
till I say you can.  Not till I've given you what you want."  Pablo was
playing the part of Randy, behaving as he would, even if that meant burying
his natural respect for Bob under an impetuous surge of lust and sexual
domination laced with obscenities so typical of Randy.

He leapt to his feet, kicked off his sneakers, ripped open his jeans and
towered naked over the shuddering man.  "I know what you want, stud.  I
know everything you want.  Starting with this."  He turned his back to him
and flexed the cheeks of his ass, the spectacular white globes that he knew
no man could resist.  Then he leapt on the bed, stood astride Bob's chest
and flaunted his muscled body.  "You want it man, don't you?  Tell me you
want it."

"Oh yeah, I want it," Bob moaned.  "You are so fucking gorgeous ... just
like your dad."

"Yeah, and I fuck like him too.  I fucked him today, ploughed his ass, and
now I'm gonna fuck his lover too.  But first, I wanna know what you're
gonna feel when my cock slams in your ass.  Will it feel like this ...?"
The naked mechanic dropped to his knees across Bob's waist ... and sat down
hard on his cock, making it drive deep in the hot depths of his ass.

Bob's eyes opened wide and he yelled, "Fuck ... fuuuck."  Pablo bounced up
and down on his cock and grinned, "Yeah you like that ass, don't you, stud.
The perfect ass.  Your lover can't get enough of it ... fucks me all the
time.  He shoves his huge prong in my ass and now you get to feel what he
feels."

Bob was being driven wild by this powerful young muscle jock fucking his
cock.  He reached up and ran his hands over his chest, then dug his fingers
into his pecs, howling with the incredible sensation of his own cock
pistoning inside the flaming hot ass.  Knowing the effect he was having on
Bob Pablo grinned down at him and said, "Now I'm gonna make you shoot your
load, big guy ... you're gonna pour your jizz deep in my ass."

"No!" Bob pleaded.  "Not yet ... I wanna feel your dick inside me, man.  I
want it so bad, I ..."  But Pablo reached down and twisted Bob's tits and
he bounced faster on his dick.  "No, please, man ... oh fuck that hurts, I
love it, aaah ... aaagh ... aaaagh!"  Bob shuddered and arched his back,
thrusting his cock deeper inside Pablo's ass as his cock exploded, his
shouts of ecstasy echoing round the room.

In a daze he was only dimly aware at first of the ass being yanked off his
cock, of his legs being pushed on the air, and of the cock pressing against
his hole and ... "Aaagh!"  He screamed again as the steel shaft drove into
his ass, pulled back and slammed in again.  Pablo grinned down at him,
"Another thing my dad taught me ... make `em cum first, then fuck `em in
the ass.  Hurts more that way and they'll love it.  So here goes, stud.
Enjoy."

The fuck was classic Randy, everything that Pablo had learned from the
master, pile-driving the man's ass to the brink of orgasm, then pausing to
deny him release before cranking it up again.  The onlookers gasped at the
spectacle of the hot muscle-jock pounding the ass of the captive Superman
– the stud mechanic they knew from the construction site fucking the
boss's lover.

They cast anxious glances at Randy but his eyes were shining, a satisfied
smile on his lips as he watched Pablo, the young colt he had raised and
trained to be tough and dominant, now emerging as a thoroughbred stallion,
pounding his lover's ass with the same savage force he himself used.  And
Randy knew what Bob was feeling, the same ecstasy he felt when Randy gave
him the same caveman treatment.  Randy wondered if Pablo would finish him
off the way he always did.  Of course he would.  He was still his boy
wasn't he?

The wild fuck was reaching its climax and Bob moaned, as Randy had moaned
earlier, "Please, man, I can't take anymore.  Please, cum in my ass ... I
wanna feel your juice in my ass."

Pablo slowed the pace, leaned forward, pinned Bob's wrists to the bed and
smiled down at him with his sexy, crooked grin.  "So you've had enough, eh
stud?  But you know what I wanna hear ... what my dad makes you say."  He
slammed his cock in deep and Bob yelled, "OK, OK, please ... please, sir,
finish me off ... I'm begging you."

"Ah, the magic words," Pablo grinned, slowing down to a slow gentle fuck.
"So now I'm gonna do what my dad can always do. I already made you cum,
then hammered your ass, but I can make you cum again without touching
yourself.  You know how in the end Randy slows down, looks deep in your
eyes and makes you cum because you love him.  So will I."

His voice became deeper, hypnotic, his cock still sliding slowly in his
ass.  "But you know this ain't the end.  Now I've got a taste for your ass
I'm gonna tell my dad I want more of it.  So he'll call me in and we'll
both work you over – first him making love to you and fucking you, then
me, and then both of us, both cocks inside you – father and son making
love to you together.

"See, I always envied my dad having a lover like you.  The most beautiful
man in the world, he calls you.  I was only a kid, you were way out of my
league, so I respected you and lusted for you from afar, but now I'm a man,
a man just like my dad, and I'm fucking you just like my dad.

"I've always wanted to do this, sir, `cos I love you.  I'm gonna cum inside
you now, and you're gonna cum because you love me too, just like you love
my dad.  Look at me, sir ... at my face, my body that Randy made.  He made
me and he loves me, and so do you, don't you?"

Bob was drifting in the same enchanted world where Randy always led him,
not sure if he was hearing the voice of the father or the son, unsure which
cock was making love to his ass.  It was all the same.  "Yeah, I love you,
Pablo.  Of course I love you.  I wanna cum for you, man."

"Of course you do," Pablo smiled, with the same arrogance as Randy.  "So do
it, man."  He bent down and kissed Bob, and they shared each other's breath
as their cocks erupted together – Pablo in the ass of his dad's lover,
Bob gazing up at his lover's beautiful son.

There was silence in the room as Darius and the twins were mesmerized, not
quite sure what they had witnessed but knowing it was something magical.
Pablo and Bob smiled at each other until their breathing subsided, then
Pablo rolled off him and lay on his back by his side.  He looked over at
Randy and the awestruck boys and grinned, "Hey guys, your turn now.  You're
not gonna make us do all the heavy lifting are you?  Come on, let's see
what you got."

The rowdy jock's sense of fun broke the spell they were under and they
smiled at each other and stood up.  Randy led the way, standing with Darius
on one side of the bed, while the twins stood on the other.  They looked
down at the amazing sight of the two naked musclehunks, Randy's lover and
Randy's boy.  They opened their pants and pulled out their cocks that had
been hard ever since they came into the room.

"OK, guys," Randy said.  "We can't let them have all the fun.  Look at
them, let's show them what we think of them.  You ready?"  It only took a
few strokes before semen began to pour onto the couple.  Amid raucous
laughter four jets of hot jizz rained down, splashing on their muscular
bodies and sculpted features, a baptism of sorts for two men who, in making
love, were paying their tribute to the lover of one, father of the other
– to the King of the Gypsies.

**********************************

Later that night Randy and Bob were lying in bed talking out the wild day
they had just lived through.  Randy said, "Pablo's turned into quite the
young stallion ain't he?  I could see he turned you on a whole lot."  He
turned to face Bob and grinned.  "Buddy, he's so much like me, you, er
... you wouldn't ever think of dumping me for a younger model would you?"

Bob laughed, "Randy you sound like we're playing out some kind of soap
opera?"

"Well aren't we?" Randy smiled.  "Ain't that kind of what our life's
become?  Just imagine the dramas that are playing out in this house right
now...

"Pablo and Darius are downstairs in bed, the two of them so macho they're
probably fighting about who fucks who.  The twins are in their apartment so
turned on after watching Pablo fuck their master that they're getting into
god knows what together.  And across the street the two leathermen –
Zack, and that Aussie hunk Adam – are playing their macho games with
ropes and shackles, while Adam's Aussie-boy Nate watches to see which of
them comes out on top.  As dramas go you can't top that for plot setups."

"Yeah," Bob chuckled, "but you can bet those guys are all in hog heaven.
I'd be more concerned with the other houses.  From the gossip I hear, Tommy
up in the hills at Steve's house, and Danny at the Grady House have been
kinda down in the dumps lately.  It's my belief they're feeling a bit
isolated in their grand houses, sort of cut off from the tribe.  They need
to find boyfriends for themselves – get a little romance going in their
lives."

Randy sighed.  "Well, buddy, even you can't sort out all their lives for
them.  Anyway, right now it's just the two of us and we've had a helluva
weird day.  Damn, we've both been shagged rotten today by that stud
mechanic of mine so I guess it's up to me to prove to you who the real
master is around here."

"The older model, eh?" Bob chuckled.  "OK, bossman, show me what you got."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength – Chapter 354


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