Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2020 21:40:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 523  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 523
By Rob Williams

Chapter 523 – "LABORS OF A LIFEGUARD"

IN THIS CHPTER

After a day at the beach shooting a promo for Grady's new lifeguard movie,
Grady and the two boys are joined that night by Jamie's cop Mark and
Eddie's Marine Hassan. Eddie has a big new job but tells the soldier, "Sir,
being your boy is the best thing I can be."  After straddling a surfboard
all day Jamie, in his lifeguard shorts, now straddles the washboard abs of
the cop lying naked beneath him.  "I'm in charge now, officer."
___________________________________________________________________


<><>   IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER    <><>

"I can't believe all this is happening, guys," young Eddie gushed as he sat
between Jamie and Grady in Jamie's truck, with several surfboards loaded in
the back.

Jamie was the classic blond California surfer, the lover of the powerful
cop Mark.  Grady was the drop-dead gorgeous action-star of the wildly
popular series of Tarzan movies, and he laughed, "Believe it, kiddo.  It's
for real.  When the studio told me they were giving the Tarzan movies a
rest for a while, I thought I would get a rest too.  But right away they
created this lifeguard movie for me – Hunter's Point is the working
title.  It's gonna be a franchise – you know, followed by Hunter's
Challenge, Hunter's Triumph. That sort of stuff.

"But of course, being a lifeguard captain I have to be a real good surfer.
I'm not bad, but when they said I needed a coach, hey, my buddy Jamie here
was the obvious choice.  The studio agreed, and we've been coming down here
often and Jamie has put me through my paces."

"And, ta-da, I got to film you practicing," Eddie grinned.

"Which is why you're here now, dude," Grady said.  "Our director sure
recognizes talent when he sees it and he loved the footage you showed him.
So he suggested you tag along when they decided to shoot an advanced promo
for the movie, even before we start principal photography – an early
teaser to grab people's interest.  We'll have a small crew to get surfing
shots but the director wants you to get more intimate shots of interactions
between Jamie and me."

"But I still don't get why we're coming to the beach now if the shoot don't
start till tomorrow?"

Jamie sighed.  "Dude, we already explained that but I guess it went in one
ear and out the other – you were too busy talking.  They've chosen a
beach north of Malibu for the movie's many beach scenes, and that's where
we're headed.  But like most movies the day starts real early.  They want
to get dawn shots, then all through the day till sunset."

"Yeah," Grady added, "and it's a two-day shoot.  It's an hour's drive from
home to that beach location and we didn't wanna have to do it twice in the
dark early hours of the morning. The studio wanted to rent a hotel and send
me there in a limo as they are real protective of their investment – me.

"But you know me, kiddo.  What I want most is privacy and if the studio
booked a place, with a limo and all, it would be a beacon for the
paparazzi.  So they agreed to leave it in the hands of my personal manager
Mario – `course, they don't know he's also my lover.  Though come to
think of it, if they did know they would approve, `cos when I arrive on set
after getting butt-fucked by Mario I've got a ton more energy and perform
better.  That's all they care about.  I also nixed the limo and said Jamie
would drive me down there.

"So, Mario knew of this classy hotel in the hills above Malibu that's very
discreet and has private bungalows.  Mario booked a really cool one with a
living room, two bedrooms and a view of the ocean.  It's booked in Jamie's
name so no one knows it's me coming – and that's the way I want to keep
it.

"Of course, there's also plenty of room in the bungalow for your cop Mark,
Jamie, if he wants to stay overnight with us.  I'm real glad he agreed to
do security.  Every movie location has an active off-duty police officer to
provide uniformed security. He'll be driving down early tomorrow morning
but I hope he'll stay with us tomorrow night."

"What about my Marine Hassan, Grady?" Eddie asked.  "He said he might show
up to watch me work –discreetly of course.  He's real proud of me, me
being his boy and all.  Do you think there'll be room in this bungalow for
him to stay the night if he wants too?"

Grady laughed. "Dude, you think I would ever say no to that gorgeous hunk
of soldier?  Of course he should stay – persuade him he has to."

The bungalow was luxurious and Grady and his two buddies put it to good
use, with wild three-way sex that night and even the next morning before
setting off for the beach location.  The all-day shoot went very well and
Eddie, of course, was thrilled being in the thick of the action.  He got
some great candid shots and the Director of Photography was especially
impressed by a shot of Grady laughing as he surfaced in the water after a
spill from his surfboard.

"When the shoot wrapped for the day, Grady, Jamie and Eddie met Mark and
Hassan who had been watching, and they drove in a small convoy to the
bungalow.  But there was one more scene to play out.  Mark and Hassan had
had a nasty face-off during the shoot when Mark, in his role as security
officer, would not allow the macho Marine to go down onto the set.

The relationship between the cop and Marine had always been a complex mix
of lust and alpha rivalry, which erupted when they got to the bungalow in a
fight that quickly morphed into a passionate man-on-man fuck-fest, where
the cop and the solider butt-fucked each other in turn, in the bungalow's
private garden.

All this was watched by the enthralled Grady and Jamie and filmed by Eddie.
Grady gazed in disbelief at the homoerotic scene and grinned, "Makes what
we did on the beach look kinda lame, don't ya think guys?  Tonight's gonna
be one helluva night.  I can't wait."

========= CHAPTER 523 =========

<><> EDDIE'S BIG NEWS <><>

Standing at the French windows Grady, Jamie and Eddie held their breath as
they watched the erotic scene in the garden.  The Marine Hassan and the cop
Mark, shirtless in uniform pants and boots, lay together in the small
garden panting hard after their brief fight that had become so fiercely
sexual that the alpha studs had ended up fucking each other in the ass.

Hassan got to his feet, reached down to grab Mark's hand and pulled him up
into another passionate embrace.  When at last they broke free Hassan
pulled on his sleeveless denim shirt and Mark his black cop shirt, and they
left the shreds of their ripped T-shirts lying on the ground.  Their shirts
hung loose over their bare chests as they walked back to the bungalow and
the three onlookers nervously waited for what came next.

But they needn't have worried.  As the men sauntered in Mark casually
asked, "OK, what about that drink you offered?

With relief Grady went to the small bar in the bungalow's living room and
flashed his sexiest smile.  "Let me guess, Scotch for Mark and bourbon for
Hassan, am I right?"

"You know us too well," Hassan grinned.

"Not as well as I thought, though," Grady joked.  "We live and learn all
the time."

In fact, this sudden flare-up of rivalry and mutual lust was not uncommon
for these two men.  It echoed right back to the Mid-East war and the desert
dungeon where the Arab Hassan had brutally interrogated the blond American
soldier.  Captor and captive had fallen in love and fucked each other
before Mark escaped.  Years later Hassan had come to the U.S. to find Mark
and they had replayed the dungeon scene in a role reversal, with Hassan the
victim in chains.

And in essence these periodic flare-ups were all minor replays of that same
homoerotic rivalry, and when their smoldering lust had been satisfied they
reverted to two alpha males with a deep-rooted friendship.

When all five guys had drinks they sank back into armchairs, prepared to
deconstruct the events of the day on the beach.  All except Eddie who stood
facing them, shifting restlessly from foot to foot. His eyes shining.

"Hey, kid," Hassan grinned, "You look as if you.er about to explode, like
you've got something you're dying to tell us.  Is it about your day with
the film crew?  You seemed to be getting along real well with that camera
guy."

"Yes, sir – and ... you ... will ... not ...believe.  First of all, he's
not just any old camera guy.  He's the DP, which stands for the Director of
Photography, otherwise known as the cinematographer.  He's the one who ..."

Hassan cleared his throat loudly, and Eddie said, "Oh yeah, right, cut to
the chase.  OK, so the DP and me got along like a house on fire and he
really liked the shots I took.  He went apeshit for one in particular, when
Grady fell off his surfboard and then he surfaced laughing like crazy with
water running down that gorgeous face, looking totally sexy.  The DP said
it was a perfect close-up, just what he wanted to highlight the new Grady
as this new character Hunter, `cos in his other movies Tarzan rarely smiled
– just grunted and yelled that yell, I guess.

"Anyway, get this, guys, when I talked to the DP afterwards he said he was
thinking of using that shot right at the end of the promo – to leave the
public longing for more.  So – this bit you definitely will not believe
– I gave the DP a suggestion. Yup, you heard right, I gave the DP a tip.

"See, I remembered seeing that same Grady look, way back when I first met
him at Doc Steve's house.  He was swimming underwater in Steve's pool and
when he surfaced he smiled that same gorgeous smile and said, "Hi, the
name's Grady."

Eddie paused for dramatic effect but Hassan gave him the finger spinning
gesture for `wrap it up'.  Yeah, OK, so what did I say to the DP?  I said
... what about a freeze-frame on that shot at the end, and Grady does a
voice-over saying, "Hi, the name's Hunter. See you soon, folks ..."

Eddie got his dramatic pause now, as the guys looked at each other in awed
silence.  Then Grady said, "Eddie, that is total genius.  I can see it now.
It'll be the start of the PR campaign, and if that don't get them excited
nothing will."

"That's more or less what the DP said ... but wait, there's more.  Me and
the DP talked a lot after that – and no, guys, I didn't run off at the
mouth, I listened while he talked.  And this is the really cool bit.  He
said I had talent and asked if I would like to join his camera crew as a
paid intern. I'd be a gofer at first, running errands and stuff, but he
said I would learn a shitload of stuff and could work my way up to be a
second assistant camera – the low man on the camera crew, under the
first assistant camera, the camera operator and the DP."

Suddenly Eddie ran out of words – and the guys cheered.  Grady said, "I
saw right from the start that he was impressed with you, Eddie, and I was
hoping something like this would come up.  Congratulations, dude."

"Yeah, but I don't think I can take the job."  There was a stunned silence.
"See, I'm the house manager at the compound and Bob depends on me.  There's
no way I would ever disappoint Bob by running out on the job."

"Wait, wait, Eddie," Mark protested.  "I know Bob well and he would never
ever stand in your way of doing what you've always dreamed of.  When we get
back you and Hassan should get together with Bob and talk it through.  I
guarantee he'll be as excited as we are for you."

"And in the meantime," Hassan smiled, "get your cute ass down here on the
couch with me and let me show you how proud I am of you."

<><> JUST ONE OF THE GUYS <><>

That piece of news kicked the evening into high gear.  Mark and Hassan
changed into casual civilian clothes they had brought with them and they
all sat around drinking cocktails, rehashing the day's events and
predicting tomorrow's action. "The call time is a more civilized eight-am,"
Grady said, "so we have an extra two hours in bed.  Better put that to good
use, guys."

"Grady," Mark grinned, "does your mind run on sex all the time?"

"Pretty much, dude.  Mario complains that my libido drains him dry, but I
can't get enough of that hunky Italian.  I have a permanent boner when I'm
with him."

"I know how you feel, dude," grinned Eddie, snuggling up to Hassan on the
couch.  "But if Mario needs a break just give me a call and I'll be right
up there."

"Hey, watch it, Junior," Hassan said, with his arm wrapped tight round his
boy's shoulder.  "You may be this hot studio cameraman but I'm still your
man and you better be hot to trot whenever I need you – like right now
..."  Hassan leaned over and clamped their mouths together in an
open-mouth, tongue-searching kiss.

Jamie laughed, "Hey, you two, get a room."

"Talking of which," Grady said, "we better settle the sleeping
arrangements.  The bungalow has two bedrooms and it sure looks like one of
them has got Hassan and Eddie's name on it.  I suspect Mark and Jamie are
dying to tear the clothes off each other so they must have the other one.
I can shack up on the couch in here."

"No ..." came a chorus of protest.  Mark said, "Grady, you are the star of
this show and there's no way you're gonna be relegated to the couch."

"Guys," Grady wailed, "you know how I hate that star bullshit.  You saw
what happens when I show up for work and the crew gathers round like I'm
the Second Coming and someone warps a dressing gown round me and carts me
off to hair and makeup.  From then on I'm in the spotlight, all eyes on me,
catering to me, coddling me – `smile, Grady' ... `one more take, Grady'.

"One word from me and the studio would rent another whole bungalow for me,
but I'd much rather be some ordinary guy who shows up at his buddies' house
and they let him crash on the couch for the night."

"Dude," Jamie grinned, "you're supposed to be wave surfing, not couch
surfing."

"And besides," Mark said, "one thing you will never be, Grady, is `some
ordinary guy'.  You're stuck with that face and that body – and the
stardom.  But Jamie and I insist that you sleep with us – not because
you're this big superstar but because you're just about the nicest guy a
buddy could have."

"Not to mention drop-dead gorgeous," Eddie chimed in.

"Yeah, that too.  So you're gonna share our bed even if we have to tie you
to it."

Grady's eyes sparkled.  "Ah, now you're talking, dude – the lifeguard
tied to the bed at the mercy of his surfing coach and the security cop."

"Hell," Jamie chuckled, "there go those fantasy wheels churning again."

Eddie jumped to his feet excitedly. "Hey guys, that gives me a real cool
idea – we can make our own `Hunter' movies!  In the vault back home I
got a shitload of footage on Grady fucking, and we can shoot a whole bunch
more.  "Picture it ..."  Dramatically, Eddie formed his hands into a square
and, director style, held them up like a frame.

"I'd be the director and cameraman, and edit it all together into a bunch
of movies.  Like, say, `Hunter & The Cop', `Hunter In Chains', `Hunter
Takes It Up The Butt' ... the list goes on.  They would be the hottest
videos in the history of porn.  What d'ya say, guys?"

Amid a gale of laughter Grady said, "I somehow think my studio would have
something to say about that, kiddo.  Might kill the real `Hunter' movies
stone dead."

"Yeah," Hassan agreed.  "I think that's one idea you shouldn't share with
your buddy the DP, kid.  You'd get your ass fired before you even get
hired."

"Ah, you guys always rain on my parade," Eddie pouted, then smiled his
cheeky smile and joined in the laughter.

"Damn, I'm hungry," Hassan announced.  "Who d'you have to fuck to get a
bite to eat around here?"

"You don't have to fuck anyone, Hassan," Jamie grinned.  "You just pick up
the phone and call room-service."

Eddie beamed, "But you might wanna fuck, if it's that same waiter as
yesterday.  Gorgeous ... built like a brick shithouse with a yuge shlong
hanging down under those tight pants."

"Down, tiger," Jamie laughed and handed round the dinner menus.  "Order
whatever you like, guys, and I'll make a list and call it in.

After a few more cocktails the doorbell rang and Grady quickly ran into the
bedroom so as not to be recognized by the room-service waiter.  But they
noticed the crack in the door where Grady was peeking to scope out the
waiter – the same one as yesterday.  He wheeled in the cart and set up
the table by the window overlooking the ocean.  Jamie signed the bill,
adding a generous tip, and the waiter left.

Grady emerged right away and said, "Eddie, you exaggerated again.  He was
cute but, `built like a brick shithouse'?  I think not.  You're always
trying to lead me astray, kiddo."

"Leading you astray don't take much effort, dude.  You'd have jumped his
bones except he'd have blown your cover and blabbed all over the hotel that
he just fucked Tarzan."

"Yeah, I guess you're right.  But now I got a cop and a Marine to keep me
in line.  What was it again you said about tying me to the bed, officer?"

The banter never stopped and Grady took all the ribbing in stride – just
one of the guys.

<><> "THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I CAN BE" <><>

During the meal it was obvious to all that Hassan couldn't keep his eyes or
his hands off his boy Eddie.  Ever since Eddie's revelation about his
success on the movie location and the DP's offer of work, the soldier had
seen the boy through new eyes – and couldn't wait to congratulate him
properly.  So after coffee and a quick brandy Hassan stretched and said,
"Don't wanna break up the party, guys, but it's been a long day and Eddie
and me are gonna hit the sack."

"Enjoy," Mark smiled.  "Take your brandy with you."

In their bedroom Hassan looked around and said, "Damn this place is
something else.  Must have cost a packet.  Is Grady's studio paying for
it?"

"They would have, sir, but Grady wanted to keep everything real private
– you know how he is about security.  So Mario set the whole thing up."

"He really went to town – look at that huge bed."

"I am looking, sir."

Hassan laughed and ruffled his boy's hair.  "Yeah, yeah.  But before we get
to all that I wanna talk to you kiddo."  They sat together on the couch,
sipping their drinks.  Eddie had sat with Hassan like this many times, but
somehow this time seemed different.  And the reason became clear when
Hassan began to speak.

"Eddie, I wanna explain something to you.  Up to now, I've always seen you
as a fun-loving kid, running off at the mouth with a ready joke about
everything.  And that's what I loved about you – a perfect antidote to
all the macho young Marine recruits at my base putting on their best
tough-guy faces.  It was the difference between their shouted `Sir, yes
sir' and your crazy lopsided salute and grinning `Aye-aye, sir.'  That's
what I looked forward to coming home to and you never disappointed."

"And my blow-jobs, sir, don't forget those."

Hassan chuckled.  "How could I ever forget those, kid?  I was always horny
after a day on the base and looked forward to lying back and letting you
work your magic on my cock until I filled your mouth with my jizz.

"But I have a confession, Eddie.  I never thought much about you having a
career, and I should have, as you are my boy.  Bob sets the standard on
that, always looking to advance the boys in their chosen work, like young
Will.  Oh, I was proud of how hard you worked as house manager at the
compound.  You kept the place running like clockwork and Bob always told me
what a terrific job you did."

"He did, sir?"

"All the time.  But when I bought you that camera it was just because I
knew your hobby was filming all the stuff that goes on in the tribe.  I
should have watched more closely and seen how expert you were becoming.
Standing at the top of the beach today and watching you with that DP guy I
was afraid you would rattle off the way you do and bore him to death.  But
what I saw was two guys having an intense conversation about a subject they
loved, and you were respectful, and respected by a professional.

"You can imagine how proud I was when we got back here and you announced
that you had been offered this intern job on Grady's movie, and all that
stuff about the sexy shot you got of Grady and your ingenious suggestion
about using it in the promo.  Grady called it a stroke of genius, and he
wasn't exaggerating.

"What I'm saying, Eddie, is that I've been underestimating you all this
time and I'm seeing you in a new light.  You're not just a loving,
talkative kid who's good at keeping house and an expert little cocksucker.
You are all that, but you're also a smart guy with a great future ahead of
you.  And I have huge respect for you."

Tears filled Eddie's eyes as he gazed at the rugged Arab/Asian face with
its square-cut features and deep brown eyes, and he felt a deeper bond of
love for the man than ever before.  Hassan kissed him and Eddie reveled in
this new feeling ... until another thought occurred to him.  He pulled away
and frowned.

"Sir, thank you for saying all that, but ... well, you say you see me in a
new light, but ... like, I'll still be your boy won't I?  `Cos I love being
your boy.  It's the most important thing I can be in life – more
important than all that other stuff.  I mean, Mark now looks on Jamie as
his man, not his boy, and that's great for them, but ... I'm not cut out to
be your man, sir ... I still wanna be your boy ... please."

Hassan laughed.  "Kiddo, that's never gonna change.  Even when you've risen
to the top and become some rich and famous cinematographer, you're still
gonna come home to your soldier and suck his cock and give your ass to him.
You'll always be my boy, kid, and call me sir, even when you have a whole
crew that calls you sir.

"Besides, I already have my `man'.  You saw what happened between me and
Mark when we got back here today.  It had been building for a while and
climaxed in that explosion of alpha rivalry and lust where we ended fucking
each other.  What I have with Mark goes real deep, a brotherhood of two
macho guys that began in a desert dungeon and erupts now and then in a
surge of physical passion, a trial of strength between men.

"But what you and I have is unique too, Eddie.  See, we're in love with
each other – master and boy – and it'll always be that way – even
when you're some big ol' movie hotshot."

Eddie's face broke into that urchin grin that always turned Hassan on.
"But I ain't no movie hotshot yet, sir – just a boy with a master – a
big ol' horny Marine."

"Who needs get his rocks off," Hassan growled.  He threw himself on the bed
and lay on his back with his hands linked behind his head.  "So what are
you waiting for, boy?"

<><> "SIR, YES SIR" <><>

Hassan was now wearing jeans, boots, and an open red plaid shirt.  With his
arms raised, hands behind his head, the shirt fell back from his muscled
chest.  Eddie licked his lips and zeroed in on the bulge in his jeans.
Hassan smiled as he saw his boy's eyes sparkle – and his bulge grew
bigger.

Eddie pulled off his T-shirt, linked his fingers and cracked his knuckles,
though that had nothing to do with the imminent blowjob.  It was typical
Eddie showmanship.  He hovered over the sprawled Marine, then bent down and
pushed his legs apart on the bed.  He knelt between them and grinned at
Hassan, a cheeky lopsided grin that almost made the soldier cream his
jeans.  But he held back in anticipation of the main event.

Eddie bent down and clamped his mouth over the denim stretched over his
crotch and breathed hot breath over it, hard enough that Hassan felt a
slight warmth on his cock through the rough fabric.  Then slowly,
deliberately, Eddie jerked the zipper down with his teeth, then buried his
mouth in the gap and breathed more hot air over his shorts."

This time Hassan really felt it and moaned, "Quit messing with me, kid, and
cut to the chase.  You know what I want."

"Sir, I was just trying ..."

"And no dialogue, boy.  Shut up and suck."

Eddie loved being ordered to suck dick by a rough Arab soldier, and got to
work.  He pulled the fly open wide and eased the jeans and shorts down
below the balls.  He leaned down and licked the balls all over, then sucked
them into his mouth, pursed his lips and pulled on the scrotum.

"Aaahh," Hassan sighed.  "Fuck yeah, work those fucking nuts, boy."

Keeping his lips pursed Eddie pulled back tight over the balls until they
popped out, with a guttural grunt from Hassan.  Eddie held the huge
rock-hard dick in his fingers and licked the pre-cum oozing from the head.
Then he licked the head and, sensing Hassan's impatience, pushed his mouth
over the head and sucked in the whole shaft until his face was buried in
his wiry black pubes.  He breathed in the musky smell of sweat, then pulled
back slowly, his lips pursed tight.

He stopped halfway and opened his mouth wide, breathing warm air over the
cock until Hassan said, "Suck it, boy."  Eddie mumbled something and the
expert blowjob got underway.

It was an Eddie classic, using all the tricks of the trade.  Occasionally
he pulled his mouth off to check on the Marine's reaction and saw the dark,
ecstatic face rolling from side to side.  It was working.  He kicked into
high gear, sucking and slurping to the accompaniment of the soldier's deep
groans. He reached up and ran his hands over the Marine's solid pecs as
Hassan grabbed Eddie's tousled hair and pulled his face faster and faster
down to his pubes.

Eddie didn't choke or gag once and Hassan growled, "Fuck, you're good, boy.
My fucking cock's on fire.  My nuts are gonna burst ... No!"  Suddenly he
pulled Eddie's head up and clear off his cock that was shuddering on the
brink of orgasm.

"Dammit, I want that ass, boy.  Get off the bed."

Eagerly Eddie jumped up and stood by the bed awaiting the captain's orders.
"Strip naked boy."  Eddie complied with lightning speed and stood naked
before his master.  Hassan got slowly off the bed and faced the boy,
staring at him with his dark penetrating eyes.  He shrugged off his shirt
and let it drop.  "On your knees, boy.  You know what to do."

"Sir, yes sir."  Eddie fell to his knees and began to unlace the soldier's
combat boots.  He pulled them off one by one, then tugged at his jeans that
were already pulled down to his thighs.  Hassan stepped out of them and
towered over the boy buck naked.  Eddie gazed longingly at the stiff rod
pointing straight at his face, but Hassan said, "Not this time, boy.  Like
I said, I want that ass.  On the bed."

"Yes, sir."  Eddie willingly submitted to the swarthy Marine captain.  The
mere sound of his deep, husky voice could have made him cum, but he had his
orders and obeyed them.  He fell on his back on the bed and pulled his legs
back, offering his ass to the soldier.

Hassan wrapped his hand round his already-wet cock and stared down at the
boy's shining face.  He always loved the boy's youthful eagerness to please
him, but now he felt an even greater pride in him and a stronger urge to
make love to him.  He knelt behind his butt, leaned forward and braced his
hands on the bed beside his face.

His dark features broke into a smile.  "You're the perfect boy for me,
Eddie, and always will be.  I love you, kiddo.  You want me to show you how
much?"

"Yes please, sir"

Still smiling down at him Hassan pressed his cock against the soft fur
round his ass and pushed it in.  Eddie was used to getting a fierce fuck
– a `military fuck' as he described it to the other boys – but this
time was different.  Now there was more love than lust, in a strange way
more respect than rigor – and Eddie loved it.  He felt closer than ever
to Hassan – as if he had graduated from an obedient boy with a master,
to a confident young stud with a mentor.

He gazed up at Hassan and ran his hands over his chest, his neck and face
as if rediscovering him.  And all the time that long shaft moved gently in
and out of his ass.

"This is how it's always gonna be, dude," Hassan said.  "And when you get
home from work at your fancy new job, you're still gonna be my boy and I'm
gonna fuck you, and you know why?

"Because my ass belongs to you, sir?"

"Damn straight.  Is that what you want, Eddie?"

"More than anything, sir.  My ass is yours.  Fuck me, sir.  Please cum in
my ass."

"You got it, kid."  Hassan bent down and kissed his boy, while he fucked
and Eddie stroked his own cock.  It took only a few strokes before Eddie
felt the familiar warmth infusing his body and his cock shuddered.  He
jerked his mouth away from Hassan's lips and howled as semen spurted up
high and splashed on the soldier's chest.

"Wow," Hassan grinned, "still the same gusher as always.  Now I'm gonna
claim your ass, kiddo.  Here it comes ... Yeaahh ...!"  The naked soldier
plunged in one last time and gave Eddie his wish, an assful of hot juice to
celebrate one of the most exciting days of his life.

<><> A DREAM JOB <><>

While Eddie curled up in the Marine captain's muscular arms there were
smiles out in the living room and Grady said, "Hah, music to my ears.
Sounds like those two had a lot to celebrate.  Us too, it seems," smiling
at Jamie.

When Hassan and Eddie had left them enjoying after-dinner drinks in the
living-room Grady, Mark and Jamie had chatted about the day's shoot, in the
course of which Mark asked, "So Jamie, in your estimation, do you think the
day was successful?"

"Well, the director sure thought so and his is the opinion that counts the
most.  He said he was real impressed with the way I had trained you, Grady.
I told him I realized early on that this was not just a case of teaching a
guy how to surf well.  It's also my job to make Grady look good.  So this
movie needed what I call fancy moves – you know, those show-off shots
you see in surfing documentaries where professionals strut their stuff.

"It doesn't take all that much – the right wave at the right time, some
fancy footwork on the board, and a theatrical lift of the arms and tilt of
the head.  The director really liked that concept and said it created some
great shots today.  Edited together they'll make an exciting promo."

"Is that all he said, Jamie?" said Grady, tilting his head quizzically.

"Well, not exactly ... I didn't wanna bring it up, but since you ask ...
Actually, he asked me if I would be free to join the crew on all the beach
scenes – and there will be a lot.  He would like me not only to back up
Grady, but the other cast members too who have to surf.

"Also, there will be extras to play regular surfers in the background.
Trouble with that is keeping them all in position and ready to ride when he
yells `action'.  That's not easy in the waves when timing is everything.
So he would like me to be what he calls a surfer wrangler, basically in
charge of all the guys in the surf – the star, the other actors and the
extras."

Mark smiled, "Sounds like he was offering you a job, Jamie."

Jamie blushed slightly and shrugged.  "Well yeah, I guess he did actually."

"Did you know anything about this Grady?" Mark asked.

"Well, kind of.  The director talked to me a bit and asked my opinion.  I
said there's no one I'd rather have there than Jamie.  My feelings count
for a lot – they always wanna keep their star happy."

"But let's not jump the gun," Jamie said.  "Don't forget, I already have a
job – I'm the tribe's office manager and I could never leave it all to
Brandon and Ryan and desert Bob."

"The real point," Mark said, "is how you feel.  Would you like to accept
the job offer?"

Jamie's blue eyes sparkled.  "It's a dream job, sir.  You know how surfing
has been a major part of my life.  I'm never happier than when I'm in the
ocean – except when I'm in bed with you," he grinned.  "What do you
think, sir?"

"Well, from what I hear you've already been spending a lot of time away
from the office lately training Grady.  Brandon's been like the acting
manager there and Pete hinted to me that he's worried his boy is working
too hard.  I know Brandon loves his work, so does Ryan.  So one way or
another something has to change – and maybe this is how."

"But I don't see how ..."

"Jamie – obviously the guy to sort all this out is Bob.  He's in charge
of all that.  And as Hassan said to Eddie, Bob is never one to stand in the
way of a guy's advancement.  He and Randy encourage it.  They see it as one
of the missions of the tribe, to nurture boys and help them achieve their
dreams.  Eddie's dream is to become a real cameraman on a major movie.
Yours is to turn your sport into a profession and spend all your time on a
surfboard."

Jamie said, "Er, one other thing the director said.  His son and his pals
have started surfing but they're not very good and he's afraid of injury.
He says I'd be a perfect coach for them and other young guys like them.  I
would love to help guys enjoy the sport I love so much."

Mark smiled affectionately.  "I see a whole new career shaping up for you,
man.  You know Bob and I have a real close friendship and I was gonna call
him tomorrow anyway.  So I'll give him the general outline of what we've
been saying and let him take it from there."

Grady was sitting quietly with a satisfied smile like a cat that licked the
cream.  Mark had a feeling that his part in this was more than just a
casual word with the director.  "And you, sir," Mark said, "have got to get
to bed.  Jamie's job is to take care of the star and deliver him to the
location at eight-am, raring to go, to seduce the public.  And I did say
bed and not couch."

"So what are we waiting for?" Jamie grinned.

<><> GRADY SEES DOUBLE <><>

"Well the bed's sure big enough," Mark said as they entered the bedroom.
"Damn, you could fit the whole tribe on it."

"Now there's a thought," Grady laughed.  "Where's Eddie and his camera when
you need it?"

Mark smiled at Jamie.  "OK, dude, lead the way."  Jamie did what he had
done almost every evening ever since he became Mark's boy.  He stripped
naked and sat on the end of the bed, then lay back, hooked his hands behind
his knees and pulled his legs back, offering his ass to the police officer
when he came home from work."

"I'm impressed," Grady grinned.  "You guys have got this routine down to a
fine art.  But I guess I'm what the French call `de tropp'.  I'll give you
guys your privacy ..."

"Who needs privacy?" Mark laughed.  "Dude, you're one of the family.  Stick
around."

"Nah, I was gonna call Mario anyway. Whenever I get this horny I think of
that gorgeous Italian."

"He's family too," Mark said. "Call him."  Grady smiled his mischievous
smile, seeing the possibilities.  As he watched Mark slowly undress he
called Mario from his cell phone and put it on Face Time.  "Ciao, amore,"
came the lilting accented voice as the handsome face flashed on the screen.
Are you in the bungalow?"

"We are, and it's a great place, Mario, thanks for setting it up.  You miss
me?"

"You don't need to ask, amico, of course I miss you.  Is Jamie there with
you?"

"Not only Jamie but Mark too.  And not only that, they're getting ready to
make love."

"And you are watching, of course.  By the way, our boy Brian is here and he
misses you too.  In your absence he's been sleeping with me.  Matter of
fact, Grady, I'm thinking of trading you in for a newer model – Brian.
He's my new bedmate."

"What's wrong with keeping both models?" Grady grinned.  "The old model
still has some mileage on it you know.  Put him on."  Brian's grinning face
came on the screen.

"Hey there kiddo.  Dude, do I have gossip for you.  Major changes in the
works.  I'll call you tomorrow morning before we go to the location and
we'll have a nice long chat."

"I can't wait, sir.  Er, you said you're there with Mark and Jamie?  Are
they doing their usual thing?"

"Hm, not sure.  Something's happening ... watch ..."  From then on Grady
kept flipping between front and back cameras on the phone.

Mark was standing at the foot of the bed butt-naked staring down at Jamie.
"Relax, dude, I wanna tell you something."  With a twinge of disappointment
Jamie lowered his legs.  He sat on the end of the bed and Mark sat beside
him.

"Jamie, for a long time now I've thought of you more as my man than my boy.
And now that you're gonna have this important new job on Grady's movie, my
pride in you has shot up."

"Which means you're not gonna fuck me?" Jamie frowned.

"Don't be stupid, of course I'm gonna fuck you, that'll never change.  But
I was watching you at the beach today taking charge, sitting astride your
surfboard giving out orders.  Damn you looked hot, in command, calling the
shots.  And suddenly I knew what I wanted.  This is gonna sound kinda weird
... but I envied the surfboard."

"You what?" Jamie smiled.

"As you sat astride it in those sexy red lifeguard shorts, your strong
thighs wrapped round the board, you looked so masterful, so bossy – and
that's what I wanted.  You are such a fucking jock, Jamie, I want you
astride me, calling the shots, controlling the action.  Hey, put on those
lifeguard shorts you wore at the beach."

Grady said softly into the phone, "You getting all this, guys.  It's
awesome to watch – we should sell tickets!"

Mark was now lying on his back gazing up at Jamie standing astride him on
the bed, just as he had stood commandingly on the beach, wearing the red
lifeguard shorts.  "Damn, you are one sexy blond lifeguard, dude."  Mark
ran his hands up Jamie's legs, pushed his fingers under the shorts and dug
them into his thighs. He saw the bulge in the jock's red shorts grow bigger
and wanted to touch it, but Jamie said sternly, "This is my show now, man.
I'm the one calling the shots. Put your hands down."

The cop obeyed the lifeguard's commands and rested his hands on the bed.
Jamie bent his knees and slowly lowered himself all the way down until he
was sitting on Mark's abs, flexed hard as the surface of a surfboard.
Straddling the naked cop Jamie's shorts were now even tighter round his
thighs as they had been on the surfboard.

He sat there for a while, his blue eyes staring down defiantly at the cop,
then eased back and ground his ass over Mark's cock.  The fabric of the
shorts rubbing against his cock was driving the cop wild, ever closer to
his climax.

Suddenly Jamie straightened up on his knees unlaced his shorts and pushed
them down below his ass, exposing the perfect white globes that contrasted
with his golden tan. He pressed his bare ass onto the head of the rigid
cock and lowered it down the shaft until he was sitting on the cop's pubic
hair.  "Aaahh" – Mark gave a long, deep groan.

Grady was salivating, and said softly into the phone, "Hey, Brian.  Do
something for me kiddo.  Suck Mario's dick."

"Way ahead of you, sir."  Brian's smiling face appeared in the screen
poised over Mario's cock and he slid his mouth down over it just as Jamie
had slid his ass over Mark's.

Grady was stroking his own cock, watching the dual image of Mark fucking
Jamie's ass and Mario fucking Brian's mouth. "This is unreal," he
said. "Mario, when I get home you gotta do to me what Mark's doing to
Jamie.  And while Brian sucks your cock now, imagine how it`ll feel in my
ass."

"That's easy, amico, I know how it feels inside you.  And you know just
what Jamie is feeling."

Grady turned his attention back to the fantasy of the lifeguard and the
cop.  The muscular blond jock, shorts pushed down to his thighs, was
raising and lowering his hips over the naked cop.

Mark stared up in awe at the young lifeguard he had watched on his
surfboard, now kneeling astride him and fucking his cock.  It was a
reversal of the daily event where Jamie lay back and offered his ass to the
cop.  Now the newly empowered young athlete was on top, riding him, his
beautiful ass impaled on his rod.

Grady stroked his cock faster as he watched the cop's shaft driving up
between the white mounds of the surfer's ass, then looked down at his
phone, at Mario's handsome Italian face rolling in ecstasy as Brian
hungrily fed on his cock.  Mario groaned, "It feels so good, amico.  I
can't wait for your ass to be wrapped round my cock like this.  Hurry home,
amore ..."

Both couples were fast approaching the edge of orgasm and Mark reached up
and tweaked the nipples of his fantasy lifeguard riding his cock.  "You
look magnificent, Jamie – like you're the master.  I'm so in love with
you, man.  I'm real close ... make me shoot inside you, Jamie.  Please,
make me cum ... please."

Mark arched his back to thrust his cock even deeper inside Jamie, who was
stroking his cock in one fist and pumping his other fist triumphantly in
the air, like a jubilant surfer riding a massive wave.  "OK," he shouted,
"here it comes, man.  Cum for me ... cum in my ass ... that's an order!
Yeaahh ...!"  His cock shuddered and shot a long stream of jizz on the
cop's heaving chest and up to his neck and face.  Mark opened his mouth and
gulped down the surfer's semen while his own cock erupted in his ass.

"Fuck ... fuck ..." Grady groaned, turning his attention to the screen
where Mario was in the first throes of his climax as Brian pounded his
mouth on his cock.  "Bambino, I'm cumming in your mouth ... and Grady, in
your ass ... soon ... tomorrow ... ti amo ... ti amo."

Grady watched as his lover came in their boy's mouth and Brian pulled out
and jerked off all over the Italian's chest.  Grady gasped, leapt to his
feet, pounded his cock, and shot a long stream of juice that splashed down
on Mark's face, with another stream landing on the phone, obscuring Mario's
face.

Jamie laughed. "You should be careful about that, dude.  Quickest way to
ruin a phone."

<><> BOB GETS THE NEWS <><>

Grady said his goodbyes to Mario and Brian with more protestations of love
and impatience to be reunited.  Jamie was back in charge and ordered Grady
to bed. You're gonna sleep with Mark and me ... and I mean sleep ... and
I've ordered breakfast for five at six-thirty.  You'll have time for your
chat with Brian and get to the beach on time at eight, ready to rumble.
Get it?"

"Better say yes, Grady," Mark smiled. "When this guy takes charge you have
to obey or he'll ream your ass."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Grady grinned.  But he obeyed,
of course.  A quick communal shower, then straight to bed, sleeping like a
baby between the surfer and the cop.

In the morning they were woken by the doorbell and Jamie leapt out of bed,
pulled on his boxers and went to the other room to let the room-service
waiter in.  Like yesterday, Grady ran to the bedroom door and peaked
through the crack.

"Yeah, same one as yesterday.  Cute, but how could I top last night?  I'll
stick with my buddies – a cop, a surfer jock, a big ol' Marine and his
handsome camera-boy.  And waiting at home for me, a beautiful Italian and
our wonderful boy.  Talking of which, I promised to call Brian with the
latest gossip.  He'll never forgive me if I don't spill all the beans to
him."

As Mark and Jamie went into the living room they chuckled as they heard
Grady doing his best imitation of Eddie.  "Brian, you ... will ... not
... believe.  Big news about Eddie and Jamie.  They're both gonna be
bigshots, working on my movie ..."

After breakfast Mark went out into the small garden, called Bob and
explained the new developments.  "Yeah, buddy, surprise news about Jamie
and Eddie.  The director of this movie wants Jamie to stay with them all
the way through it.  Important job, in charge of the surfing action –
Grady, the other cast and the extras.  In his down time Jamie wants to take
on private coaching for young novice surfers.

"As for Eddie, the Director of Photography has offered him a paid intern
job as a junior cameraman where he'll learn all about the trade, with
prospects of promotion.  But I gotta tell you, Bob, both guys were about to
turn down the jobs out of loyalty to the tribe and the jobs they're
currently doing for you."

"No, Mark, you mustn't let them do that.  This is wonderful news, the kind
of future we want for all the boys.  Randy will be thrilled, and so proud.
You must be proud of Jamie too, and Hassan of Eddie.  And don't worry about
them quitting their current jobs with us.  I was thinking of making some
changes anyway as they were all working too hard, so you leave that side of
it to me.  Above all, if they want the jobs, which they clearly do, they
have to accept them."

Bob chuckled.  "Seems like I'll be busy holding meetings with boys and
their men.  My first priority is the office, where poor Brandon has been
working a ton of overtime.  Much of the time, when Jamie's out helping
Grady, Brandon has been the acting office manager.  Looks like now he'll be
getting the promotion he's always wanted.  Brandon is Pete's boy so I'll
have to talk to Pete first.  Mark, this is terrific.  And when you get home
I wanna hear all the other stuff – you've gotta tell me all the juicy
bits."

"I'll do better than that, buddy.  I'll show you – a re-enactment.
Better go now `cos we're all ready to leave for the beach.  Grady said it
won't be a long day.  The director just wants to get a few more retakes of
the surfing action – safety shots they call it, as backup."

"You're getting good at this, Mark.  Won't be long before Hollywood hires
you away from the police force."

"Nah, you wouldn't love me if I stopped being a cop."

"Dude, I would love you if you were city dog-catcher.  Off you go, your
world of glamor awaits."

A short while later the men and boys were arriving at the beach where
Grady, as he predicted, was once again engulfed by the crew, throwing a
dressing gown round him and hauling him off to hair and makeup He winked at
Jamie and Eddie.  "See, told you."

It was mid-morning when Bob phoned Pete.  "Hey, Bob, what's up?"

"Pete, I want to have a talk with you about Brandon."

"Funny, I keep meaning to talk to you on the same subject."

"To tell me you're worried about how hard he's working?"

"How did you guess, Bob?  He works such long hours and he's beat when he
gets home.  What did you wanna tell me?  Nothing bad, I hope."

Bob chuckled.  "Pete, how could I possibly say anything bad about your boy?
Brandon is doing a terrific job – the most loyal and conscientious
worker I've ever known.  But I too have been worried about his work-load
and I blame myself for that.  But there's been a new development and things
are starting to change for the better.  Listen, how would you and Brandon
like to have dinner with Randy and me at our house this evening?  Just the
four of us."

"We'd love that, Bob.  You, er, you're sure it'll be good news for
Brandon?"

"Nothing but the best for Pete's boy," Bob assured him.  "Right, cocktails
at seven-thirty.  And bring your appetites.  Will is doing the cooking."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 324

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