Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2018 03:15:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 445  by Rob Williams

TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 445
By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 445 – "TWO MEN IN A DERELICT WAREHOUSE"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

At the Grady House gathering of the tribe Randy has been punished by Uncle
Mike for screwing around with Seth.  He now seeks to regain the respect of
Mike and the trust of his lover Bob. Meanwhile, the macho construction
worker Seth and the sexy young mechanic Larry roar off on a Harley and end
up in a derelict warehouse where their hormones rage and they get down and
dirty on the muddy floor.
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************ In the previous chapter ***************

At the big gathering of the tribe at the Grady House it was party time –
except when it wasn't.

Uncle Mike, the owner of a leather bar in Palm Springs, was there with his
boy Larry.  Randy and Bob loved and respected Mike, still handsome and in
great physical shape although he was pushing sixty.  He had the wisdom of
experience with men and he too admired and loved the two founders of the
tribe.

"What you two have is unique," Mike told them.  "I have never see such a
gorgeous couple so much in love.  With a one in a million chance you once
stumbled across each other in a scruffy beer bar and fell in love –
crazy in love.  And you've built this incredible tribe of guys who idolize
you.  Perfect, right?"

Well, not exactly.  Mike and Bob had been strolling around the extensive
grounds of the Grady House when they came to a secluded area and found
Randy and the new construction worker Seth lying on the ground with their
dicks out.  Mike hit the roof.

"I don't fucking believe you, boy.  Ain't you already stirred up enough
shit with that almighty dick of yours?  Every guy you see you have to
dominate by fucking him.  But what about this gorgeous man here you claim
to love more than your own life?  How do you show it?  By rubbing his nose
in your own dirt and expect him to sit back, smile and wait patiently for
you to finish pumping your sperm in the ass of your latest conquest."

"Ah, chill out, old timer," Randy grinned, "you're overreacting – it's
just sex.  This is who I am, dude, your basic stud. Can I help it if guys
beg me to fuck them?  That's why they look up to me, why Bob loves me,
calls me his caveman.  He don't care when I fool around with other guys."

"He don't eh?  You don't think his stomach gets knotted up when he stumbles
across you shagging your brains out?  When he's home waiting for you,
wondering which of the guys you're banging this time?  Listen up, boy, I
may be a lot older than you but I've spent years throwing belligerent
drunks out of my bar, a lot of them tougher and meaner than you.  You see
one loud-mouthed prick you've seen `em all."

Owning his bar for so long Mike lived in a world of leather and bikers,
some of them mean and grizzly who fucked with no holds barred – as Mike
did now.  Using skills he had learned long ago he jackhammered the gypsy's
ass in ways Randy had never felt, ways that sent shards of pain from his
ass all through his shattered body.

While the men and boys watched, Mike punished him savagely until Randy's
great strength ebbed.  With tears streaming from his eyes he stammered,
"What do you want from me, man?"

"Ah, good," Mike panted, "we're at the bargaining point.  OK, first of all
I want you to acknowledge in front of all these men what an asshole you
are."  Randy gritted his teeth but when Mike plunged in deep he yelled,
"OK, I'm an asshole ... I'm a fucking asshole."

"Better.  Now I want you to apologize to Bob for being an asshole. Unless
you want more of this ..."  He slammed his ass again and Randy screamed,
"I'm sorry, Bob, for the way I treated you.  I'm sorry for being such an
asshole to you."

"Good, and last I wanna hear you submit, boy.  I wanna watch you bust your
load all over that glorious body and admit defeat."  He ramrodded him
harder and Randy yelled, "OK, I submit ... I can't take any more ... I give
up ... aaagh!!"

Semen blasted from his cock and splashed down on his heaving chest, onto
his agonized face and stubbled jaw, mixing with the tears streaming down
his face while Mike tensed and his cock erupted deep in the gypsy's
shattered ass.

After a lot of heavy breathing Mike pulled out and staggered to his feet.
There was a burst of applause from the crowd but Mike waved it off.  "Ah,
I'm too old for this shit," he grinned.  "Come here, Larry, and let your
old man lean on you."

He pulled Randy to his feet and left him standing naked and dazed in the
middle of the clearing.  Zack walked forward, grabbed Randy's wrist and
raised his arm high, to raucous cheers from the men and boys of the tribe,
a tribute to their leader.

"So," Mark said quietly to Bob amid the cheers.  "What happens now?  Has
that busted up the party?  Can it survive this?  Do we all go home, or
what?"

Everyone was wondering the same thing when their host Mario stepped
forward. A warm smile lit his handsome Italian features and his lyrical,
accented voice rang clear.

"Signori, amici.  Tea and sandwiches are now being served on the lawn.  And
I imagine some of you will want something stronger, so just name your
preference.  Dinner will be served at seven-thirty and don't worry about
drinking too much as nobody will be driving because Grady and I invite you
to stay the night.  There are rooms for you all, with perhaps a little
... `ow do you say ... doubling up?"  He smiled playfully.  "As the saying
goes, `Domani è un altro giorno' – `Tomorrow is another day'."

Mario smiled as they applauded and Bob whispered to Mark, "Well, officer, I
guess that answers your question. Let's see what happens now.  There's a
whole lot of mopping up to do after this."

*********************** CHAPTER 445 ************************

Randy & Mike Bury The Hatchet

After his rage-filled punishment fuck of Randy in front of the whole tribe
Mike had said he was "too old for this shit." He needed a drink so he
ambled across the garden to the poolside bar manned by Tommy, house manager
for Doctor Steve and Lloyd in their Hollywood Hills house.

After his career as a gymnast the handsome blond had been assistant manager
at a luxury hotel before being hired by Doc Steve and becoming major eye
candy for the tribe, most of whom wanted to fuck his spectacular ice
skater/gymnast ass.  He helped arrange these gatherings where he usually
presided over the bar, and he had learned the bartender's talent of lending
a sympathetic ear to drinkers' problems and commiserating with them.

Mike perched on a barstool and said, "Double Scotch please, Tommy, and keep
`em coming.  He took a swallow.  "So, Tommy, did you see my apeshit
performance over there in the clearing?  S'pose you think it was over the
top."

"I watched it with everyone else, sir, and my guess is no one thought it
was over the top.  Don't get me wrong, everyone thinks the world of Randy
and if he were to come over here right now and say he wants to fuck my ass
I'd drop my pants in a heartbeat.  But we all adore Bob too and everyone
knows Randy sometimes loses it and treats him like ..."

"... like shit?  Yeah, kid, that pretty much covers it."

"Of course," Tommy added, nobody dares to intervene, Randy being Randy –
except you, sir, which is why they all applauded you."

"Yeah but you know what they say, there's no fool like an old fool,
especially a fool who rushes in where angels fear to tread.  Thing is,
Tommy, I love the big guy, never met anyone with that much machismo and sex
appeal.  I thought of him almost like a son, but I guess all that's over
– he probably won't speak to me again."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that sir," Tommy grinned, looking over Mike's shoulder.
"Don't look now but the big guy himself is headed this way, and he's
probably thinking you won't speak to him either.  Should be quite a
conversation," he chuckled.  "Anyway I'm off to check on the guys in the
kitchen but I'll leave the bottle here and another glass for Randy.  Help
yourself, sir."

"Thanks Tommy.  You've turned out to be a great guy.  You ever want a job
as a bartender in a leather bar you know where to come, kid."  Tommy
chuckled, squeezed Mike's shoulder and left.  Mike nursed his drink and
stared resolutely ahead at the bottles behind the bar.  He wasn't going to
a give an inch – Randy was the one gonna have to do the heavy lifting
here.

He was aware of Randy lowering himself onto the stool next to him and could
feel the tension.  Randy was obviously nervous.  "Er, this glass belong to
anyone?"

"Nope, all yours."

"Maybe we could share the bottle too?"

"Suit yourself ... drinks are on the house, courtesy of Grady and Mario."
Randy poured a glass, slugged it down, then poured another one.

"Getting drunk won't help," Mike said.

"So what will help, Mike?  Saying sorry to you for the hundredth time is
about as useless as a used condom.  You do the deed and there's no going
back.  Apologize? Been there, done that."

"Yeah, about as often as you've fucked up, which is real often."

"Mike, you just humiliated me and made me admit to you and all the guys
that I'm an asshole, and then apologize to Bob for being an asshole to
him."  There was an uneasy silence as Randy took another slug of Scotch.

"I just wanna say to you, Mike, that after Bob you are the guy I least want
to disappoint.  I need your respect, man.  See, I never had a dad
... skipped town when I was still in diapers.  But man, you come real
close.  And dammit, I said some stupid things back there in the heat of the
moment and I'm ashamed of that."

"Especially the `old-timer' crack?

"Yeah especially that," Randy grinned ruefully.

Mike at last turned to face Randy.  "Listen boy, I realize you're never
gonna change – and I wouldn't even want that.  The tribe wouldn't want
you to change either.  You're a fucking sex machine and every man and boy
here is in lust with you.  Much more than that though, they and I respect
you for being the toughest and finest leader they could have.  Brings tears
to my eyes when I see how you love and protect the boys – like a lion
with his cubs

"But what riles me about you, boy, is how often you neglect Bob and his
feelings.  You don't seem to notice the hurt in his eyes when your hormones
rage and you shack up with someone else.  However, in all my years I've
never seen two guys as much in love as you two. So please don't fuck that
up, boy.  Go find Bob and convince him that, no matter how many times you
screw up, you couldn't live without him.

"Thanks Mike, I will.  Er, does that mean you and me are, like, still OK?"

Mike grinned.  "Boy, I can't stay mad at you for long.  I've met some hot
guys in my life but you are in a class by yourself – the hottest fucking
alpha male I've ever met.  And," Mike shrugged, "I gotta admit that Seth is
also one hot hunk of manhood.  My boy Larry thinks so too.  You should've
seen the gleam in his eye when we first met Seth.  Larry likes a bit of
rough and that hunky savage has exactly the wild animal look Larry goes
for."

"But you wouldn't let Larry ..."

"... let Larry go with Seth?  In a heartbeat I would.  See, Randy, I have
no illusions about my boy.  First off, I know he loves me as much as I love
him.  But I also can't forget that I'm thirty years older than him.
Situation like that has to be managed carefully.  The young guy sometimes
needs to let off steam with other guys – maybe not the same age as him
but somewhere between him and me – like yourself, Randy ... or Seth.

"It wouldn't be the first time it's happened, all open and above board.
And when he's sowed his wild oats he comes home and crawls in bed with me,
hugging me tighter than ever.  So when I see the gleam in his eye as he
looks at Seth I'm happy to let him go where that takes him.  See, that's
love Randy.  Difference with you, though, is when the gleam of lust gets in
your eye you're just off and running without a word to Bob."

"I get you, Mike.  I love you, man – never want to let you down again.
So I'm gonna go find Bob and do just what you said."  Randy hugged him and
kissed him on the cheek.  "Don't give up on me, old timer."  He turned and
went in pursuit of Bob, leaving Mike at the bar with a satisfied smile on
his face.

Randy ran into Mario and Grady sitting on the terrace enjoying the sight of
all the men and boys walking around the grounds relaxing before
dinner. "You feeling OK, Randy?" Grady grinned.  "Takes more than a heavy
butt-fuck to take you out, uh?"

"Damn straight, buddy, but I gotta make my peace with Bob.  You know where
he is?"

"Si, signore," Mario smiled.  "He had some notes to write up from our
business meeting so he went up upstairs.  You'll find him in the guestroom
we set aside for you.  The two leaders of the tribe merit the best room,
overlooking the south lawn.  Last door on the right in the upstairs
hallway, just before the double doors of our suite."

"Thanks, Mario.  Er, I'm sorry about that little scene earlier.  Hope it
didn't shatter the mellow mood of your party."

"Are you kidding?" Grady laughed.  "It was the highlight of the afternoon.
What would a Grady House party be without two hot guys butt-fucking in
public?  Especially when the fuckee is a macho stud gypsy.  We could have
sold tickets."

"Love you too, man," Randy grinned.  "I gotta go find Bob."

"Fantastico," Mario beamed as Randy left.  "They will now make love.  The
Grady House has worked its magic again.

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

Larry & Seth Make A Plan

At the bar Mike was not left drinking alone for long.  Soon after Randy
left, Seth came up and said, "Mind if I join you, sir?"

Mike smiled at him.  "Just so long as you don't call me `sir', Seth.  Makes
me feel old, especially coming from a stud like you.  Scotch?"

"You think they have Bourbon?"

Mike chuckled, "In this house they have everything."  He went behind the
bar, chose a bottle and poured a glass.  "There you go – Jim Bean, the
best.  I should know, I spend half my life behind my bar in Palm Springs."

"Yeah, I heard you own a bar out there.  And you rode all the way here on
that terrific bike."

"Wasn't always so terrific, sir."  That was Larry who came up and stood
next to Mike with his arm over his shoulder.  "I bought that bike when it
was a wreck and going cheap.  Practically rebuilt it.  It's a classic
Harley but still didn't have the power I wanted so Pablo and me fixed that
a few hours ago. Young Ben helped us and ended up tied to the bike getting
fucked by both of us.  You have a motorbike, sir?"

"Used to," Seth shrugged.  "Harley, a bit like yours.  Loved that old hog,
broke my heart when I had to sell it along with a bunch of other stuff to
make ends meet."

"I could find you another one, sir.  I have a motorbike repair shop in the
Springs and I often come across old bikes for sale.  I could find one and
fix it up for you, sir, no problem.  Man like you belongs on a Harley"

"Damn, that would be incredible.  Thanks, dude.  Actually I'm surprised
either of you are even talking to me after what I did with Randy out there
and caused all the trouble."

"Mustn't talk like that, Seth," Mike said.  "There ain't a man in the tribe
who hasn't got into that kind of trouble with Randy.  It's kind of a rite
of passage in this group.  I had a little chat with Randy and it's water
under the bridge.  He's probably making his peace with Bob as we speak."

"Sir," Larry said, "would it be OK if I took the bike out for a short spin
to test drive it after the work we did on it?"

"Sure kiddo."  He chuckled, "Just make sure young Ben's not still tied to
the back of it.  Hey, why don't you take Seth, let him get the feel of bike
between his legs, remind him what it feels like."

Larry's eyes gleamed.  "That would be awesome, sir, if Seth wants to.  But
..."

Mike chuckled, "Larry, I know that look in your eye real well.  Just so you
know, whatever happens I'm OK with it."

That last part was lost on Seth but he said, "Man, I'd love to get on that
bike.  Matter of fact I was gonna have to go down to the construction site
`cos I think I left my cell phone there.  Maybe we could go in that
direction?"

"Sure thing, sir.  You can ride up front if you like and I'll climb on
behind you."

"This is sounding better and better, dude.  You sure you're OK with this
Mike?  I seem to make a habit of getting in trouble with guys around here."

"I'm more than OK with it, Seth.  I want whatever makes my boy Larry happy.
And if that includes `getting in trouble' as you put it ... well, why not?
Just ride carefully."

Seth was starting to realize Mike was talking about more than just a bike
ride and he felt his dick getting hard – not for the first time today.

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

Seth & Larry Mix It Up In A Warehouse

When they entered the garage Seth said, "Damn, that is one mean machine.
Looks like new ... you did all that?"

"Yes, sir.  And I'll find one for you and do the same.  OK, here are the
helmets, sir.  Let's go."

Larry was already nursing a boner in his jeans but it got harder when he
looked at the rugged stud in his black half helmet, jeans, boots and an old
sleeveless shirt hanging open over a gray tank top that hugged the contours
of his chest. Seth threw his leg over the bike and got the feel of it.  He
kick-started it and revved the throttle a few times.  "OK, kid, get on –
hold on tight."

Larry didn't need telling twice.  Ignoring the fact that it was in fact his
bike he got on behind Seth and wrapped his arms round him, feeling the
solid ridges of his abs flexing under the tight tank.  Another burst of the
throttle and they roared off.  Brian, watching from the kitchen, pressed
the button for the gates that swung open silently and the bike sped
through.

It was a twisting hillside road down from the Grady House and Seth made the
most of it, leaning into the corners as he swung the bike from one side to
the other. An exhilarated Larry squeezed his arms tighter round Seth and
synchronized their movements, two men pressed together, bonding as they
responded as one to the sway and speed of the bike.

The construction site was closed for the weekend and when they pulled up at
the gates Seth unlocked them with a key Zack had given him.  They drove
through and locked the gates behind them. They took off their helmets and
hung them on the bike.  "You been here before, Larry?"

"Not since I last came here to see Pablo.  Somehow the place always makes
me feel horny, all those sweaty muscular bodies."

"Know what you mean, boy, only this time the only sweaty bodies here are
ours.  Let me show you round.  Damn they leave this place in a mess."  Seth
took off his shirt and stuffed it in his back pocket.  Larry watched it
swing over his ass as Seth led him through the site, picking up planks and
throwing them to the side as if they were matchwood.

His muscles rippled under his old gray tank as he heaved equipment out of
the path and stacked it out of the way. "This shit could cause an accident
if some guy tripped on it.  Safety first is the word on any construction
site, or should be."

Larry could feel pre-cum oozing from his cock and thought for a minute that
he was going to cream his shorts as he stared at the muscular hunk at work,
dirt rubbing off on his tank that was already stained with patches of
sweat.  They went round to the row of lockers the crew used and Seth opened
one of them.  "Thought so, here it is."  He pulled out his cell-phone and
stuffing it in his pocket.

"What's through here?" Larry asked, pointing to a gap in the fence.

"Ah, that's a big old building the guys have just bought.  Kinda derelict
but they're gonna fix it up and use it as a warehouse.  Matter of fact,
first time I came to the site to see Randy he took me in there and we
... well ... you wanna take a look?"

Larry felt nervous and excited as he followed Seth into the huge, empty
barn of a place, run-down and ominous, with broken windows, high beams,
bare walls, and a filthy dirt floor.  Larry could only imagine what Randy
and this guy had done in here.  He knew Randy's reputation for dominating
newcomers, even macho hunks like Seth – especially hunks like him.

Seth walked around inspecting the place and Larry watched him walking
around.  The sunlight streaming intermittently through the ceiling rafters
caught the construction worker's body as he moved, highlighting his broad
shoulders, muscled arms, and the slabs of his pecs under the dirt-streaked
sweat-stained tank.  His filthy jeans hugged his slim hips and his shirt
swung from the back pocket.

And that face – that stubbled, chiseled face with the shaggy hair, and
those blue eyes that seemed to pierce the gloom and flash as the light hit
them.  The brawny construction worker seemed to fit this forbidding,
cavernous place, and in a haze of sexual desire Larry pulled off his
T-shirt and shoved it in his back pocket as Seth had done.

Seth came closer and ran his hand over the sexy mechanic's bare
chest. "Damn, you're a hot young buck.  That body looks like you spend your
life in the gym out there in the desert.  If you weren't Mike's boy I'd
fucking ..." He raised his hands in a back-off gesture.  "But I've got
myself in way too much trouble in this crowd as it is."

"No, sir.  Mike said he was OK with it.  Don't you remember?  He said he
wants whatever makes his boy happy.  `And if that includes `getting in
trouble' ... well, why not?'"

"So that's what he meant.  Why didn't he just come right out and say `If
you wanna fuck my boy go for it'?  Damn, in that case, dude ..."

Seth grabbed Larry's head and pulled him into a rough, grinding kiss,
clamping his mouth so hard over Larry's he thought he would suffocate.
Then the rough construction worker pushed the young mechanic's face down
against his sweaty tank, pressing it hard in the cleft between his pecs
through the tank, then up to the side and into the wiry black hair of his
stinking armpit.

Larry was gasping at the ferocity of the man, choking in his rancid pit
when Seth suddenly pulled back and pierced him with his laser blue eyes.
"You are gonna get so fucking fucked, boy."  He grabbed him by the back of
the neck and pushed him roughly to the wall of the building.  Larry's chest
was pressed hard against the wooden wall and he felt Seth's hand curl round
him from behind and rip open his pants.

Seth yanked Larry's jeans down below his ass and slapped the cheeks hard a
couple of times.  He pulled out his own cock, spat on it ... then drove it
straight into the young jock's ass.

"Aaagh!"  Larry's scream echoed round the cavernous room as he was pinned
to the wall, impaled on the long shaft piercing him from behind.  His arms
reflexively shot up and he grabbed a broken beam above him to brace himself
against the attack on his ass.  It was an animal fuck – nor foreplay, no
finesse, just a ferocious butt-fuck.

Larry was used to the loving gentle fuck he got regularly from Mike and
sometimes he craved something rougher, something that challenged and even
scared him.  And this craggy wildman fit the bill.  He heard Seth's panting
breath in his ear.  "This is what you want, boy, I could see it in your
eyes when I met you.  This is just the start."

The huge rod never let up as it pistoned in Larry's ass and his shouts of
pain and ecstasy bounced off the walls.  He was trapped against the wall by
the force of Seth's muscular body slamming against his back.  "Fuck you,
man," Larry yelled but that only made Seth fuck harder. Instinctively the
muscular mechanic tried to push back but the construction worker's strength
was overwhelming.

Larry's own hard cock was rubbing against the rough wooden wall and
threatened to erupt several times.  Despite the pain in his ass Larry
didn't want this to end and it was the fear of an uncontrolled orgasm,
rather than the pain, that finally made him inhale sharply and jerk back
hard against his attacker.

Caught off balance Seth took a step back and his cock slid out of Larry's
ass.  Larry slid out from under him and sought a moment of relief by
staggering away, hampered by his jeans pulled down to his thighs.  But Seth
was fast, despite his muscular build, and in a few steps he was behind
Larry.  He launched his shoulder hard against the mechanic's back, wrapped
his arms round his waist in a football tackle and the two crashed to the
floor.

Seth held him tight and the construction worker and mechanic, both
shirtless, rolled over and over in the puddles on the dirt floor, mud
smothering their bare torsos.  Seth was stronger and eventually had Larry
pinned on his back staring up at him.  Seth fell on him, chest to chest,
his blue eyes bored into Larry and he kissed him ravenously.

He grabbed Larry's hair, holding his head still in the dirt, and ate his
face, licking it, kissing his eyes, his cheeks, grinding his heavily
stubbled jaw against his face.  Finally he clamped his mouth over Larry's
and pumped his own hot breath into him.

He pulled back at last and stared down at the handsome young jock lying in
the mud breathing raggedly.  "Yeah," Seth growled, "such a hot stud
mechanic on that bike, now look at you, not so tough now, eh, bare-assed in
the mud.  Now tell me you don't want it.  Tell me you don't want a
construction worker's dick pounding your ass."

"No, I do," Larry panted.  "I do want it, sir.  I want it real bad.  Fuck
me, sir.  Please shove your dick back in my ass, sir."

Turned on by the tough young mechanic begging for it Seth knelt between his
legs, pushed them back and stared down at Larry's bare ass.  "OK, stud, you
know by now there's only one way I fuck – real rough ..."

Again Larry's screams rang round the room as Seth's massive cock slammed
into him more savagely than before.  He leaned forward and pinned Larry's
arms in the dirt.  The young jock was a prisoner again, this time helpless
on his back in the mud, at the mercy of the brutal hunk whose body flexed
as he rose and fell over him, his shaft driving relentlessly in his ass for
what seemed to Larry like an eternity.

The sounds of the ferocious fuck echoed round the room until Seth paused
and stared down at Larry who groaned, "You're so fucking hot, sir.  I'll do
anything you want.  Please, sir, tell me what to do."  Watching the macho
mechanic submit to him, hearing him beg, feeling the fiery warmth of his
ass pushed Seth to the edge of his climax.  To avoid that he pulled out and
leapt to his feet.

He hooked his boot under Larry's waist and kicked him over on his belly,
then shoved his boot under his abs and heaved him on his back.  Seth
continued to roll him over and over in the mud with his boot as the
near-naked mechanic groaned, limp as a rag doll, helpless and humiliated in
the dirt.

He was lying flat on his stomach, his face in the dirt when Seth stopped
and, with an animal roar, fell forward and braced his hands on the small of
Larry's back.  Arched over him, his boots the only other contact with the
floor, Seth's cock was aimed directly at the mechanic's bare ass ... and
plunged into him one last time.

As the merciless fuck resumed again Larry howled, "I can't take any more,
sir.  I give up.  Finish me off, sir.  Please, I beg you."

Instantly Seth pulled out, rolled Larry on his back and grinned down at
him.  "That's what I wanted – to see a hot young bike mechanic helpless
in the mud begging for mercy.  OK, boy, I'll put you out of your misery."

Seth knelt over Larry's crotch, their balls touching and grabbed both their
cocks together in one huge fist.  He squeezed them tight and stroked them,
watching Larry's face thrash from side to side as he approached his climax
at last.  Seth pounded both dicks together faster and faster until Larry
moaned, "I'm gonna cum, sir ... I'm gonna cum."

Seth reared up, leaned forward and pointed his cock at Larry's face while
Larry pounded his own dick.  The construction worker and mud-covered
mechanic came together.  Seth's cock erupted and spurted streams of semen
into the handsome mechanic's dirt-streaked face, mixing with mud and sweat
as it poured down his face and dripped from his chin.  Blinded by cum the
exhausted young jock howled as his cock blasted hot jizz over his own
heaving body.

When at last their cocks had drained and they regained their breath Seth
stared down at Larry.  "Fucking hell, boy, that was some damn workout.  You
are one sexy son of a bitch."

"Back at ya, sir.  You are a wild mother-fucker and this was ... damn it
was just what I needed."

Seth stood up, reached down for Larry's hand and pulled him up into a
passionate hug.  When they broke apart. Seth looked them up and down and
laughed.  "Damn, look at us, smothered in mud.  Not exactly dressed for
polite company.  How we gonna get back in the party?"

"Oh, I think the guys at the Grady House have seen pretty much everything
and they cope with it all in that classy way they have.  I don't think we
have to worry."  Larry pulled up his pants and they made their way back to
the bike."

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

Brian Cleans The Guys Up

Young Brian was on gate duty and had been keeping an eye out for Larry and
Seth.  After the major punishment scene between Uncle Mike and Randy, word
had gone around that while Bob and Randy were upstairs making peace (and
whatever else) with each other, Seth and Larry had taken the Harley for a
run.

No one had any illusions that it would be a simple bike ride, judging by
the gleam in their eyes when they left.  Brian knew these parties well and
anticipated that a certain amount of cleanup might be involved.  So he was
not surprised when the gate buzzed and Seth's voice said, "Er, Brian it's
me and Larry.  If you're not too busy d'you think you could meet us at the
garages.

"No problem, sir."  Grinning to himself Brian buzz open the gate and rolled
out fast in his wheelchair.  He got round to the garages just as the bike
did and he gasped at the sight of the two shirtless men disheveled and
smothered in mud, sweat and semen.

"Er, sirs, before you get off your bike would you mind if I got this on
video?"  He pulled out of his saddlebag a camera he always carried. "Darius
gave me this and told me to get on film anything that would be good for his
archives, and this would be a doozy, sir."

They sat on the bike and let Brian shoot away, then dismounted, walked
closer to him, ran their hands over each other's bare muddy chest and then
kissed."

"Cut!  Wow, that's gonna look great, sir.  Darius will love it and download
it for the archives."

"He still doing that, dude?"

"Oh yeah – he's got the entire history of the tribe in writing or on
camera from that first day in the motel.  He was the first one to join Bob
and Randy in the old days not long after they met.  Now, sirs, what else
can I do for you?"  He smiled impishly at their filthy bodies.

"Well," Seth shrugged, "as you see we ain't exactly dressed for a party.
Any way you could sneak us in somehow to get cleaned up?"

"No need, sir.  There's an outdoor shower just round the back here and I
took the liberty of grabbing a couple of Grady's clean T-shirts."  He
pulled them from his saddlebag.  "He always wears them loose so they're
sure to fit you.  He's got dozens of them so he won't miss them.  While
you're showering I'll brush your jeans and boots and you'll be ready to
party."  His smiling eyes blinked behind his owl glasses.

"Dude, I hate to give you all this trouble.  You're not here to clean pants
and brush shoes."

"Oh, don't worry about that, sir.  It's all part of my job to take care of
the guests and help them when they've been ... you know.  It's what Grady
would want and I always try to please him.  I'm his boy, you know, and he
says he loves me a lot."

"Yeah, so I've heard," Seth grinned, "and I can see why. So what have we
missed here?"

"Oh, after all that stuff between my Uncle Mike and Randy things settled
down and everyone had tea – well mostly drinks actually but Mario likes
calling it high tea.  Kind of that European thing.  Now all the guys are
hanging out in the garden before dinner.  All except Randy and Bob who are
upstairs making up after all that trouble.  Prob'ly fucking – yeah
definitely fucking."

"Er, after we've cleaned up," Seth said, "do you think it would be OK if I
went to say hi to my son Will in the kitchen?  Don't want to get in the way
when they're busy."

"I think that would be a nifty idea, sir.  Will talks about you a lot, he'd
be proud for you to see him at work.  He's such a great chef.  Come to
think of it, they'll be needing me soon so I'll brush your pants and boots
and leave them outside the shower.  You'll find soap, shampoo, towels,
everything you need there.  Glad you had such a – er – interesting
ride, sir."

"Man, I can see why Grady loves that boy so much," Seth said to
Larry. "Such a great kid.  OK, stud, let's hit the shower."

A short while later they had washed all the dirt down the drain, dried off
and pulled on their jeans, boots and Grady's shirts.  They hugged one last
time and Larry said, "I hope we can do this again, sir.  I'll look out for
a bike for you and maybe you can come out to the desert and spend a weekend
with us.  I think Mike would like that.  He's partial to big hunks like
you."

When they appeared there was a burst of applause from the guys gathered
round the pool.  Seth grinned sheepishly and made for the kitchen to see
Will.  Mike was lying on one of the double chaises that dotted the ground.
Larry threw himself on the chaise beside Mike, kissed him and said, "Thank
you for letting me do that, sir.  It was a lot of fun.  Er, is everything
OK here now after that crazy scene between you and Randy?"

"Yeah, we made our peace. The guy will never change but I can't stay mad at
hm for long – one of the most spectacular guys I've ever met.  I think
that from now on he might take better care not to hurt Bob.  I mean,
they're wildly in love, always will be.  They're upstairs right now."

"Fucking," Brian said.

"Oh yeah, he got that right.  Definitely fucking.  But enough about them.
After your little adventure with Seth you can't get away with a lukewarm
`it was a lot of fun.'  I'm damn sure it was a lot more than that and I
want all the details – blow by blow.  I might jerk off listening to it."

"OK, sir," Larry grinned, snuggling closer.  "Well it started the minute I
got on the bike and wrapped my arms round him ..."

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

Randy And Bob Get Down To Basics

When Randy had left Uncle Mike the older man's advice still rang in his
ears as he went into the house: "Go find Bob and convince him that, no
matter how many times you screw up, you couldn't live without him."

It was the truth of course – he couldn't imagine life without Bob.  It
was also true, as Mike had said, that he had always been scared of Bob
leaving him, which is why he had manhandled him in the past whenever he
thought Bob was looking at another man.

But now the boot was on the other foot.  He had mistreated Bob by
neglecting him, by going off without a word to fuck other men – wherever
his dick led him.  He was such a damn fool.  He didn't deserve Bob but he
always came back to that truth – he couldn't live without him.

He went up the grand curved staircase and found the door to the principal
guestroom that Mario had indicted. Randy was very familiar with the house
having renovated most of it with his construction crew.  When he went in he
saw Bob sitting with his back to him on the other side of the large room,
hunched over his computer.

Having been caught with his dick out on the grass with Seth Randy was not
sure what kind of reception he would receive.  He walked quietly up behind
Bob, touched his shoulders and ran his hands down the front of his shirt.
No response.  Randy tried a gentle, "Hey big guy."  Still nothing as Bob
focused intently on his laptop screen.

"Guess I'm getting the silent treatment, eh, buddy, and I deserve it after
what I did.  You're right to be mad.  If it's any help I made my peace with
Mike and he's forgiven me – kind of.  He's still my friend anyway, and
... and I hope you are too Bob.  Like I told Mike, even though I act like a
selfish asshole a lot of the time I couldn't live without you, dude.  If
you ever ..."

"Randy, please shut up for a minute."  Bob still stared straight ahead at
the screen.  "You are not getting the silent treatment.  I am trying to
balance these figures after my meeting with Mario and Grady and they won't
come out right, dammit.  Ah, what the hell.  Young Brandon is much better
at the bookkeeping side of it than I am.  I'll leave it to him to sort
out."

Finally Bob swung round in his chair and looked up at Randy.  "Now what
were you saying?  If that was the gazillionth apology from you for waving
your dick in some other guy's face it went right over my head.  Apologies
from you have become white noise to me, like wind chimes.  OK, so you're
sorry – you won't do it again – and you can't live without me.  Got
it."

Bob stood up and kissed Randy.  "You are such an idiot.  You think I don't
know you by now?  Sure you'll do it again when the next hunk comes through
the gate, and it'll hurt me again like it always does, but over the years
I've learned to roll with the punches – sometimes literally."

"Yeah," Randy winced, "I guess I have been kinda brutal in the past."

"A bit to the right of Attila the Hun, I'd say.  But let's not dwell on the
caveman, let's focus on this can't-live-without-me thing.  See, that's easy
to say but I want proof.  You're the one who always says actions speak
louder than words. So get naked and get on the damn bed."

As always Randy felt outclassed and daunted by Bob – like a misbehaving
boy being punished.  Obediently he did as he was told and Bob watched
sternly, his arms folded across his chest, as Randy pulled off his T-shirt,
kicked off his boots, dropped his jeans and stepped out of them.

He stood in front of Bob in his boxers that rose up like a tent over the
pole of his long hard dick.  "See this, buddy?" he said plaintively.  "That
proves I can't live without you."

"Bullshit.  It means you're horny.  No surprise there – you get horny
looking at a rock.  Lose the shorts and get on the bed.  And do not touch
that dick."

Randy lay on his back naked, his cock pointing skyward, and watched Bob,
dressed for the Grady House event in beige slacks, brown loafers, no socks,
and a smart white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows.  He looked
like a casually dressed Clark Kent before the phone booth and Randy's cock
shuddered.

Bob ignored him and unbuttoned his shirt all the way down, slower than the
Superman rip but looking like his double.  The shirt fell open revealing
the muscular slabs of his pecs and a glimpse of his eight-pack abs.  He
pulled the shirttails out of his slacks, undid the bottom button and
shrugged the shirt off.

Randy stared at his shirtless lover with his chiseled features, thick dark
hair and a muscled torso that narrowed to a slim waist cinched by the
elegant brown belt of his slacks.  Automatically Randy reached for his cock
but stopped when Bob glared silently at him.  "Still don't touch?"

"That's what I said."  Bob kicked off his loafers, unbuckled his belt and
took off his slacks.  In just his usual white boxers he walked over to the
desk and closed his laptop, with Randy's eyes following his every move,
every ripple of his muscular body.  He went to a side table, poured himself
a glass of water and drank it slowly.  At last he dropped his shorts,
walked naked to the bedside table and picked up the tube of lube always
provided in every Grady House room.

He stood at the foot of the bed and Randy groaned, "Fuck, oh fuck ... so
fucking beautiful, man."  Bob lubed his rigid cock, stroking it slowly for
so long that Randy thought he was going to jack off.  "Don't cum, man,
please.  You know what I need, though I know I don't deserve it."

"OK asshole – show me."  The macho stud gypsy, always a top man, pulled
his legs back and surrendered his ass to the man he loved.  Bob looked down
at his own cock and said, "Is this what you can't live without, stud?  My
cock?  My cock inside you?"

"Fuck, you know it is, man.  Your cock, all of you.  Please, buddy."

Bob knelt on the bed, leaned forward between Randy's legs and eased his
cock slowly into his ass.  Randy reached up and pressed his hands over
Bob's pecs that flexed under his palms.  As the cock slid deeper inside him
tears came to the big gypsy's eyes and he moaned, "I love you, man.  I love
you inside me.  I'm sorry I did all that stuff to you.  I promise I ..."

"No promises Randy, promises you won't keep.  I can get past that if you
really mean that you can't live without me.  I need to see it.  I need to
be sure.  That's the bedrock.  The rest is trivia."

Bob's cock was now moving in and out of Randy's ass, massaging it, making
love to it.  His hands were braced on Randy's chest and Randy was tracing
the contours of Bob's face with his fingers.  Bob bent lower and they could
see themselves reflected in each other's eyes, portals to that magical
world they alone shared, where their souls joined, leaving behind all the
dross of that other noisy world – what Randy called `stuff' and Bob
called `trivia'.

Bob got his reassurance, the certainty he needed, as he watched tears
spilling down Randy's cheeks.  "You see, buddy?" Randy murmured.  "How
could I live without that?  How could you?"

"I think they call it love, Randy," Bob smiled.

"We sure do," Randy chuckled.  "Hey, you wanna cum inside me?  I don't need
to touch my dick to cum.  Just say the word."

"OK, Randy.  I think the password is `can't live without you,"

"Sounds good to me," Randy grinned.  "I'm gonna cum ... you're making me
cum ... let me feel your jizz in my ass, buddy ... yeaahhh!"

They came together of course, Bob filling Randy's ass with his juice while
he watched Randy smother his own body with semen, the balm that washed away
all the dross, all the stuff.

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

Bob & Randy Plot

Moments later they lay together propped up in bed and Bob said, "Much as
I'd like to we mustn't stay here too long.  It would be impolite to
disappear for so long and anyway they'll be serving dinner soon.

"Hassan and Eddie might be a bit late.  Word is that they've been holed up
together having intense conversations.  Nothing bad apparently ... just
master and boy stuff.  You know how deep the big Marine can be, but we'll
find out soon enough what that's all about.  And I hope Seth and Larry will
be back in time for dinner."

"Seth and Larry?"

"Didn't you know?  When Mike called me to tell me you were on your way up
here he also mentioned that Seth and Larry were taking Larry's Harley for a
test drive to check it out after he and Pablo fixed it."

"Wow, now there's a match.  Young Larry likes a bit of rough – I should
know," Randy grinned wickedly. "He'll go apeshit for Seth and the caveman
will give him just what he wants and more."

"Hmm ..." Bob mused.  "Yeah you're right."

"I know that look.  What's on your mind, buddy?"

"I dunno ... I know a lot of guys go for that disheveled wildman musclehunk
look and Seth's got a rugged sex appeal.  But I've seen his hesitancy when
we're all together, like he still doesn't quite fit in.  He's still
something of an outlier in the tribe `cos the caveman in him is not yet
balanced by the social self-confidence that all the other guys have
developed in the tribe.  You are a classic example – primitive caveman a
lot of the time but a great leader too and protector of the boys.

"Hm, I guess I'll take that as a compliment, dude."

"You should.  One of the things I'm proudest of is the boys.  Most of them
come from the wrong side of the tracks – skinheads, a hustler, street
kids – and look at them now ... the twins, Jamie, Larry and the others."

"Yeah, well those guys had masters to train them and keep them in line.
But Seth sure ain't nobody's boy.  He's the one from the wrong side of the
tracks and he's never gonna be `trained' by another man.  Can't see any guy
smoothing the rough edges of that stud.  A sophisticated Seth?  Nah,
contradiction in terms."

"I see what you mean, Randy.  Maybe what he needs is a boy of his own.  I
remember the change that came over you when you took young Pablo under your
wing.  Being responsible for a boy gave you a whole new purpose in life.
I'm not talking about Will for Seth `cos Will's already got the twins and
me, and he and Seth have that rough history.  No, some other boy"

"Maybe you're right," Randy said.  "But it couldn't be one of the real
young innocent kids like Pablo's Tyler.  Seth's boy would have to be a
smart kid, you know, a bit more mature, good taste, that kinda stuff, and
maybe some of it would rub off on Seth."

"Interesting," said Bob thoughtfully. "It would certainly break the
master/boy mold that we're used to where master teaches boy.  More like a
mutual learning experience between the two.  OK, I see that look, dude, you
think I'm match-making again.  Absolutely not – I wouldn't know where to
start.  Maybe the Grady House will work its magic again."

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

Seth Finds A Room

When Bob and Randy went down to rejoin the festivities the action was
ramping up again as dinner approached.  The guys were all loosened up by
now and the drinks were flowing.  What made them let off steam more than
ever was knowing that they didn't have to worry about drunk driving `cos
none of them would be driving.  They were all staying the night here.

The large house had many guest rooms but it would still require some
`doubling up' as Mario had put it, a prospect that the guys welcomed.
Doubling up was deep in this tribe's DNA.  For example, Mario and Grady had
a two-bedroom master suite (though they never slept apart) and they had
invited the twins and Will to take the adjoining room.  Hassan and Eddie
had their own room as Hassan always valued his privacy and master and boy
had a lot to talk about.

Brian was sharing his room with his boyfriend Brandon, of course, joined by
Brandon's master Pete.  Danny was sleeping with his lover Tommy and two
adjoining rooms were assigned to Zack, Miguel, their boys and boys' boys.
Randy and Bob were sharing their large guestroom with Mark and Jamie, and
the other guys were all similarly spread around the other guestrooms.

The room assignments were loose and subject to change all the time as guys
came and went from one room to another.  Not quite a bedroom farce but
close.

The dinner was especially raucous tonight with everyone in high spirits as
they drank up a storm.  It eventually broke up raggedly, with first one
group then another calling it quits and stumbling off to their room.

There were inevitably stragglers at the table and Seth lingered a long time
talking to Mike and Larry until those two finally went up to their room.

Seth was supposed to be joining his boss Zack and his crowd so he made his
way up the wide staircase to the long hallway.  He was a bit disoriented
and somewhat intimidated as he had never been in such a grand house as
this.  He seemed to remember that Zack's group was in the third and fourth
room on the left.  He found the door and went in.

Seth blinked in surprise as he saw Danny and Tommy lying on the bed.  "Oh,
shit, sorry guys, wrong room," he said in embarrassment.  "Pretend I never
barged in."

He turned to leave by Danny said, "No wait, Seth.  Stay for a nightcap.  We
kinda like bargers-in.  Besides, sir, I've spent so much of my time in the
kitchen today I don't think I've said two words to you.  In fact I hardly
know you – which can't be said of my friend Tommy here.  Don't worry,
sir, he told me all about your little adventure a few weeks ago up at
Steve's house."

Emboldened by Danny's friendly tone (and all the alcohol he had consumed)
Seth took a few steps into the room.  "Yeah, well," he shrugged, "hard to
resist a classic butt like that.  I was all set to savage it but Tommy
taught me the art of making love to an ass, and a man. Who knew?" he
grinned.  He was a bit surprised by Danny calling him sir, but that
emboldened him too.

"So come in, sir, please.  We were gonna have a nightcap and we'd like the
company.  I've been hearing so much about you that I'd like to get to know
you better if that's not being too pushy."  Seth closed the door behind
him.  "Have a seat, sir, and I'll get you a drink.  Bourbon isn't it?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Oh word gets around," Danny smiled.  "About a lot of things actually."
Danny glanced at Tommy who smiled with a slight nod.  He brought Seth's
drink and said, "Sir, if I can be even more pushy, why don't you stay the
night here?  The other rooms are kinda crowded and it's just us two in this
room."

Seth glanced at Tommy who said, "It would be fun, sir."  He smiled
playfully. "And if nothing else, sir, there's always that classic butt to
tempt you."

Seth grinned.  "Well , if you put it like that.  Like I said, hard to
resist an ass like that.  OK, guys, it's a deal."

And so it began ...

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TO BE CONTINUED IN "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 446


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