Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2021 02:50:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 568  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 568 by Rob Williams

Chapter 568 – "THE COP & THE SURFER – TOO GOOD TO LAST?"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The cop Mark and the blond surfer Jamie are deeply in love. Their hormones
racing they have the most passionate sex ever.  Mark says, "I hunger for
you, Jamie. I need to own you, own that ass.  It's mine."  But at the beach
Jamie's horny surfer buddy says, "Dude I want your ass."  Mark overhears
Jamie saying, "Take it dude.  It's all yours."  The cop confronts
them. "Hello, Jamie."

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

Several men and boys, including the tribe's leaders, Randy and Bob, were at
the Grady House, where action-movie star Grady was having a
pressure-of-work meltdown.

He was halfway through shooting a big-budget movie as Hunter, a lifeguard
captain, a role that required many surfing scenes at a Malibu beach. But
after back-to-back weekend and night-shoots, he blurted out to his Italian
lover, "I can't do it, Mario.  I can't do it anymore.  I'm quitting the
film and going away."

While the other men and boys debated this potentially disastrous
possibility, Randy, ever the man of action, took charge and gave Grady a
tongue lashing and a savage butt-fuck, which brought the action hero back
to sanity and the real world.

When he rejoined the group he was a changed man.  His eyes sparkled and his
handsome face lit up with that dazzling smile they had not seen for a
while.  He spread his arms wide and quoted the message on an
advance-publicity billboard.  Get Ready for Hunter, guys. He's back!"

A while later, the police officer Mark joined his buddies and said to
Randy, "It looks like the Grady situation has been sorted out too, thanks
to you, Randy.  How did you do that?"

Randy shrugged. "Ah it was nothing.  Like I said it was all a bullshit
bunch a' crap.  It's amazing how a good butt-fuck can bring a guy to his
senses.  And everyone knows Grady loves his job.  Hey, what's not to love,
all that fame and money rolling in?  He has a blast, especially with your
boy Jamie, who helps him a whole lot.  They've become real close.  You
think they fuck?"

"Oh sure they do," the cop said.  "A long, athletic day at the beach riding
the waves can make horny surfers build up a whole head of steam.  No wonder
they end up fucking.  I don't mind, especially as Grady is the one who
can't get enough cock up his ass.  Be different if it was the other way
round, Jamie getting his ass fucked.  I'd call a stop to that."

Randy grinned.  "I hear you, buddy.  I'm the same with Bob.  His ass is
mine.  Anyone shoves his dick in that ass answers to me, and my fist.
Except you of course, officer.  Watching you fuck Bob is a real turn on.
Gives me an excuse to fuck you."  They laughed salaciously – two macho
buddies drinking beer and talking sex.

Meanwhile, Grady's renewed enthusiasm and energy was apparent in the
conversation he was having with Jamie.  The experienced surfer had been
hired by the studio to supervise all the surfing action in the movie.  They
had been joined by Eddie, the younger boy who had become so expert with a
camera that he too had been hired to take candid shots of the surfing
action.

Grady was saying, "Here's what I was thinking, guys.  You know all those
classy moves on a surfboard you dazzle everyone with, Jamie?  I wanna learn
some of those.

"You know I like to do my own stunts whenever I can, but the insurance guys
get real squeamish about that.  I break a leg and production comes to a
grinding halt – costs beaucoup bucks.  Sure, I've got some great stunt
doubles, but even they can't do what you do, Jamie."

"So here's the thing.  if you guys can get away, I'd like us to go down to
the beach one day this week – just us three, no people, no crew, no
cameras – and we'll practice some of those fancy moves.  If I can show
the director I can do them safely he's bound to let me.  Think how hot it
would make my character Hunter look.  Audiences would love it."

Grady suggested, "Maybe we could take your truck, Jamie, with the dinghy in
the back, so Eddie can film us from the dinghy out in the surf.  You might
get some amazing shots to impress the director, Eddie, plus a few goofy
ones of me falling off my board for the gag-reel."

Eddie's eyes sparkled.  "Like you, Grady, we're not working this week. So
let's do it, guys."

Now that he had dealt with Grady, Randy turned all his attention to his kid
brother Ben.  He had brought the sexy young gypsy up to the Grady House as
the boy had been feeling lonely and neglected by his big brother.  Randy's
gentle side was now evident in the love and attention he showered on young
Ben.

Sensing that Ben's affection for him ran deeper than just brotherly love,
Randy helped Ben indulge his lustful urges in a three-way with Randy's
lover Bob, where young Ben proved he could be as tough as his macho
brother.  After a surprising display of sexual dominance, Ben fell
blissfully asleep between the big brother he idolized and Randy's lover
Bob.

All the men and their boys accepted Mario's invitation to stay overnight at
the Grady house, and Mario said to Bob, "All this renewed energy around
here today, amico, after so much gloom.  I love it and we mostly have Randy
to thank.  You guys always give us a shot in the arm when you come here.
We never know what's going to happen next."

========= CHAPTER 568 =========

<><> MARK & JAMIE IN LOVE <><>

After such a raucous, eventful day, peace had descended on the Grady House,
which was full of overnight guests.  The various couples and threesomes
were gradually falling asleep, some after a final demonstration of their
lust and love.

Such was the case with the cop Mark and his sexy surfer boy Jamie.  `Boy'
was actually not a word Mark used much anymore to describe Jamie, whom he
now regarded as his man, his young partner in bed and in life.  Jamie
idolized Mark and still preferred to call him `sir'.  Nothing gave him
greater pleasure than offering his ass to the handsome blond cop, as he did
now.

How many times had he lain on the bed naked waiting for the cop to come in
after a long day astride his motorbike throbbing between his legs.  Without
stopping to take off his uniform, Mark would push Jamie's legs back and
enter him gently, staring into his adoring eyes.

That's what they were doing now, minus the uniform.  Both chiseled bodies
were naked and Mark smiled down at the young jock with shaggy blond hair
and a look of ecstasy on his face as the cop's long shaft penetrated his
ass.

"I love you, man," Mark groaned.  "Damn, I can never get enough of that
beautiful ass. "

"It's yours, sir ... only yours.  You're making me cum, sir.  Aaahh."
Jamie sighed, jerking off as he felt the cop pour juice deep inside him.

Minutes later Jamie lay on his back, with Mark beside him, propped on his
elbow staring down at him.  "So fucking gorgeous.  I'm a lucky man, Jamie,,
to have you to myself.  Oh, I know you fuck around with the other boys,
that goes with the territory.  But, er, what you said just now about your
ass – `it's only yours, sir'.  Was that just a figure of speech?"

Jamie frowned.  "Oh, I dunno, sir.  I guess I meant that you can do
anything you like with it, like it belongs to you.  When I said `only
yours' ... well, like, when I have sex with my old buddy Nate we take turns
fucking each other ..."

"Yeah, of course, he's your best buddy.  But, I mean, guys like Hassan or
Zack ..."

"Oh no, sir.  Except those times when you're having sex with Bob and Randy
and I join in ...  I mean everyone fucks everyone then and I guess I've
taken them both in turn.  But you're there watching, sir, and I love to
turn you on.  But hey, how did we get on this subject anyway?"

"Beats me," Mark smiled.  "So this trip to the beach you're gonna do with
Grady and Eddie sounds like a lot of fun."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it.  I want Nate to come too.  I love helping
Grady perfect his surfing moves.  He's so much fun to work with, and the
goal is real important – to make him look even better on screen and
impress the director and producers.

"Grady and me, we get along real well, laugh a lot, even when I'm training
him hard." Jamie chuckled.  "It gets to be a coach and trainee thing, and
sometimes leads to the coach fucking the trainee when he's done a good job.
You don't mind that, do you, sir?"

"Course not, it's all in fun.  I told Randy that when you guys work hard
all day in the surf it's kinda natural that you get an adrenaline rush and
use it up by fooling around afterwards.

Mark failed to mention his other comment to Randy – that Grady was
always the one who can't get enough cock up his ass.  Mark had added, "Be
different if it was the other way round – Jamie getting his ass fucked.
I'd call a stop to that."

That bit he didn't tell Jamie.  He just let the comment slide by.  It
didn't seem relevant anymore.

<><> ALWAYS AND EVER <><>

The same topic of the beach trip was being discussed by Mario and Grady
down the hall in the master suite.  Their boy Brian had already fallen
asleep between them and Mario said, "I'm so glad you're doing that, amico,
on your week off.  You've had such a negative attitude to the movie in your
recent depression and I'm happy to see you so enthusiastic again."

"Yeah, well Randy's huge cock hammering a guy's ass has a way of bringing
him back to earth and realize what's important and what's not. The trip is
informal, off the clock – just Jamie, Eddie, Nate and me.  It's not that
the director has asked me to up my game in surfing.  This is my own
initiative to impress him.  I just hope we can get a lot accomplished in
the day."

"Don't push yourself, Grady.  The important thing is to have fun in your
work.  Take two days if you need to."

"That's a thought.  If we run late I could book us in at that hotel the
studio uses down there.  But are you sure you wouldn't mind, buddy?"

"Assolutamente no, amico.  It will be good for you to get away with your
friends after all the stress you've been under.  And it would give me a
chance to spend more time with our boy here," smiling down at the sleeping
Brian.  "I have been intending to give him greater responsibility so he
won't feel like just the houseboy.  I want him to be the assistant house
manager, and free up Danny in his duties as chef."

"Great idea, Mario.  He'd love that.  So, I'll talk to the guys and see if
they can do two days.  Er, I guess a quick fuck now is out of the question,
eh?"

"And wake up Sleeping Beauty here?  Penso di no, amore.  Anyway, morning
sex can be so much better."

Grady flashed his famous smile.  "Dude, I love you so much.  I know I've
been a royal pain in the ass lately, and you've been my rock all the way
through.  Like I've said so often before, I can't do all this without you,
buddy."

"And you will never have to Grady.  I'll be here, amore – always and
ever."

<><> BACK TO WORK <><>

As usual Brian was the first to get up next morning, saying that he had to
help Danny and Tommy with breakfast.  Most of their guests were staying for
breakfast before leaving for work.

Jamie and Eddie would be staying most of the morning to discuss their plans
for the trip to the beach, as they had decided to leave tomorrow.  They had
asked Nate to join them as he worked as Jamie's assistant in supervising
the surfing extras on the movie.

The only ones who had to leave for work right away were Randy and Ben, and
Bob would drive them in his Mercedes.  They all came into the master suite
to say their thanks to Mario and Grady, and Bob smiled, "Didn't interrupt
anything we hope."

"No," Grady said cheerfully, "we haven't started.  But Mario did promise.
He thinks morning sex is the best.  Me, I take it whenever I can get it."

Randy grinned.  "Hm, Mario you've got your work cut out.  Soon you'll be
wishing you had the stand-offish Grady of recent days, rather than the
ever-ready horny version."

The Italian smiled.  "I know, Randy.  It's ... how you say ... a throw-up?"

"Toss-up," Bob laughed.  "Throwing up is something quite different.  You
don't wanna go there."  With promises to come again soon – and Mario's
profound thanks to Randy for solving `the Grady problem', as he put it –
Bob, Randy and Ben left.

On the drive down to the compound Randy sat in the back seat with his arm
over Ben's shoulder.  "You'll be working with Pablo on my work-site today,
kiddo, to fix that backhoe that's giving us trouble.  So Bob, drop us off
at the house and we'll take my truck from there."

"Aye-aye, sir," Bob said, happy to see the two brothers so affectionate
with each other.  "I have to open the office anyway – couple of things
to do before Brandon gets there.  And Ben, did I hear right that you'll be
staying with your pal Will while Jason is away in Australia?  I think
that's a grand idea – you'll be close to the twins and to Randy if, er,
he needs you for anything."

Randy said, "And while Jason's away, young man, you and me are gonna do
some cool things together.  Just tell me what you want – go see a soccer
match?  A movie?"

"Well, sir, Jason was gonna take me to the rodeo that's coming to the
L.A. Equestrian Center next week.  I've only ever seen them on TV or the
movies and I was dying to see the real thing – all those hot cowboys and
stuff.  But Jason can't take me now `cos he's going away, so ..."

"Then it's a date.  The rodeo it is – you're coming with me.  I'll even
buy you a cowboy hat so you'll look the part.  Hmm, not sure if there's
ever been a gypsy cowboy, though."

Randy and Ben would find that out next week – much to their surprise.

<><> A STREET KID TAMED BY A COP <><>

After all the excitement of recent days, today was a regular workday.
Young Ben got to work as Pablo's assistant mechanic on the construction
site, under the watchful eye of big brother Randy.  Brandon, as office
manager, had business meetings with Bob.  And Mario met with Brian who was
excited to learn of his promotion to assistant manager of the Grady House.

But the excitement was greatest among the four men planning their upcoming
trip to the beach in Malibu to perfect Grady's surfing skills for upcoming
scenes in his movie.  Nate had joined his best buddy Jamie, and Grady and
Eddie to map out their plans, and it was quickly decided that, to be really
effective, they should stay overnight and work a second day.

Jamie pointed out that surfing conditions varied from day to day, so two
days would not only give them a bigger variety of waves, they would also
have the benefit of early dawn action when the surf was often best.

Jamie called Mark right away to see if he was cool with him staying
overnight with his buddies.  Mark readily agreed, knowing how much Jamie
loved his work on Grady's movie.  They were all still at the Grady House
that afternoon and when Jamie eventually looked at the clock he said, "Oh,
I gotta go guys.  Gotta be home when Mark gets off work."

The other three exchanged knowing smiles, fully aware that by "gotta be
home" Jamie meant home naked on the bed waiting for Mark to come in hot and
horny after eight hours patrolling the city streets on his motorbike.

They all agreed to reconvene here at the Grady House early next morning,
then Jamie left to charge down the hill to home.  As he crossed the
compound's garden, the boys in the office waved to him.  He was a familiar
sight at this time of day running to the ground-floor apartment he shared
with the police officer, to be good and ready when he returned.

This was probably his favorite part of the day.  When Jamie first became
the cop's boy, Mark was still taming the wild street kid he had been
then. As a police officer Mark knew how to handle uncooperative tough guys
and he was strict at first, demanding complete obedience from the unruly
surfer punk, which included being home naked waiting for him.

Resentful at first, Jamie quickly came to accept the dominance of the macho
cop, and then to long for it.  Waiting naked on the bed and offering his
ass to the uniformed cop became a daily ritual.  Depending on his mood Mark
sometimes didn't even take off his uniform before ripping open his pants
and driving his huge cock in the boy's ass, a sensation that Jamie came to
crave every day.

Other times, Jamie watched in awe as Mark slowly stripped off his uniform
shirt then the T-shirt, and Jamie gazed at the stunning muscular torso.
Obedience became lust that turned into love that grew more passionate every
day for both of them.

By now they were long past that master/boy status of their relationship.
Over time they had fallen deeply in love and Mark loved watching Jamie grow
into an athletic young jock, admired and respected by the whole tribe.
Even though Jamie continued to call Mark `sir' (it turned him on) Mark
considered them as best friends, fuck-buddies and most of all, passionate
lovers.

So now, as Jamie pulled off his T-shirt he thought what would excite the
horny cop most.  And this time he was not entirely naked.  He kept his red
lifeguard shorts on and lay back on the bed – the bronzed, blond surfer
waiting for his man.

<><> INTENSE BEYOND WORDS <><>

When at last Jamie heard the gate slam it was so loud he knew Mark was in
an angry mood – probably a tough shift.  That used to scare him, but now
he was so secure in Mark's love of him that his anger excited him.  The
sight of the cop's blazing eyes and clenched jaw gave Jamie an instant
erection in his board shorts.  "What the fuck's this?" Mark growled,
looking down at the faded red shorts.  "Naked ... I want you fucking naked,
boy."

Mark reached down, pulled the shorts down over his bare feet and tossed
them clear across the room.  But Jamie still wasn't naked.  Under the
shorts he had been wearing a well-worn, grubby white jockstrap.

Mark stared down at him ... and smiled.  "Damn, you sure know how to turn a
guy on."  Mark knelt on the bed, leaned forward and clamped his mouth over
the rough cotton of the jock's bulging cup.  He moaned as he breathed warm
air over Jamie's cock and balls.

Jamie gasped and almost lost his load, staring down at the blond cop
sucking his crotch.  The men were operating on two levels – one, the
work-stressed cop taking his anger out on the near-naked surfer, and the
other, Mark and Jamie expressing their love through raw sex.

When Mark pulled back, Jamie hooked his hands behind his knees, pulled his
legs back and offered his ass – the white globes framed by the straps of
the jock and contrasting with his golden tan.

"Fuck you, man," Mark growled.

"Yes please, sir," Jamie said, with the faintest hint of a smile.

Mark pushed his legs back farther, pulled his cock out of his pants, spat
on it and drove it hard in Jamie's ass.  After a moment's pain Jamie was
flooded with the ecstasy of watching and feeling the uniformed cop reaming
his ass.  Mark slowed down from the initial fierce thrust and fucked with
the controlled intensity that he knew excited Jamie most.

Mark pulled back upright on his knees.  His hands were now free while Jamie
held his own legs back, giving the cop a clear shot at his ass.  Jamie
inhaled sharply when the cop undid the top button of his shirt, enlarging
the white triangle of his T-shirt at the neck.  As his cock massaged
Jamie's ass, Mark slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, then let it flap
open over his T-shirt.

Staring down at the muscular jock, Mark pulled his uniform shirt out of his
waistband, shrugged it off and tossed it aside.  This was the image Jamie
loved best, the handsome cop stripped down to his white T-shirt stretched
over his muscular torso, the short sleeves pulled back over his bulging
biceps, his flared lats tapering down to a slim waist.  Half the T-shirt
was tucked into the waistband, half hanging loose – and all while the
cop continued to fuck.

Patches of sweat stained the shirt at the cleft between his pecs, and the
mesmerized Jamie silently willed him to take it off.  At last, Mark
answered Jamie's wordless plea.  He reached behind his own neck and tugged
the T-shirt up so it rose slowly over the ridges of his ripped abs then
over the curve of his solid pecs.  He pulled it off and flung it down on
his discarded shirt.

Jamie stared up in awe at the muscled torso flexing as Mark rose and fell
over him.  The boy let go of his legs and ran his hands over the slabs of
Mark's pecs.  He pressed his palms against them, like a captive in a futile
attempt to push the merciless cop away, but Mark snarled, "Don't even try,
stud.  You're all mine, to work you over as I want.  I could pound that ass
all night."

Jamie didn't dare to touch his own cock as he was already on the cusp or
orgasm.  So he dug his fingers into Mark's chest, not sure how long he
could hold out before losing his load.  Relief came when Mark suddenly
pulled out and growled, "Damn, I gotta get rid of these fucking boots and
pants.  You know what to do, man."

He did.  Jamie scrambled to his feet and Mark sat on the end of the bed,
leaning back on his elbows.  His lower legs hanging over the end, clad in
high shiny black motorcycled boots.  Naked except for the jock strap, Jamie
turned his back on Mark and stood astride he legs.  He bent down, picked up
one leg and grabbed the heel and toe of the boot in a classic hold to pull
the boot off.

Mark gazed at the perfect white bubble-butt mounds of the surfer's ass
framed by the straps of the jock.  "Fuck," he breathed softly.  He pressed
the sole of his other boot against one of the firm ass cheeks and pushed
hard.  Jamie pulled hard on the boot which suddenly came free, and the
thrust pushed Jamie forward toward the wall.

He steadied himself, came back and worked on the other boot in the same
way.  Again Mark pressed his free foot against Jamie's butt.  The boot was
on tight so Mark pushed harder.  The boot suddenly came free but the force
of Mark's thrust sent Jamie flying forward.  He dropped the boot and braced
himself against the full length wall mirror, raising his arms and pressing
his palms against the glass.

Mark leapt to his feet and stared at the erotic sight of the near-naked
young athlete pressed face-first against the mirror, his arms raised.  Mark
was mesmerized by the sight of the broad muscular back, forged by many
hours on a surfboard, tapering down to the old, frayed jock tight round his
slim waist, framing the ass Mark craved.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... Damn I want that ass."  Mark unbuckled his
belt, pushed his uniform pants down and stepped out of them.  In the mirror
Jamie stared at the naked cop's chiseled physique as he came close behind
him and curled his fingers over the top of Jamie's shoulders.

He bent forward, kissed the square nape of his neck and buried his face in
the thick blond hair curling over it.  His breath came in a single sob as
he moaned, "Damn I love you, boy.  You drive me fucking crazy."

He pulled away and stroked the rippling muscles of Jamie's upper back, his
lower back, then his tight waist under the broad band of the threadbare
jock ... and finally the solid mounds of Jamie's ass.  "Fuck," the cop said
again ... fuck ..."  In a frenzy of lust he raised his arm and slapped
Jamie's ass, watching the white globes turn red as they bounced under the
blows.

"Fuck me, sir," Jamie begged.  "Please, sir, I wanna feel your dick inside
me, I wanna feel your juice inside me."

Mark grabbed Jamie's waist and pulled his ass back onto his iron-hard rod.
"Yes!" Jamie yelled, impaled on the cop's shaft.  He stared in the mirror
at the two faces side by side – his own and the square-jawed Nordic face
over his shoulder.  "I love you, sir.  My ass belongs to you.  Please fuck
it and fill it with your juice, sir.  I want it so bad."

He clenched his ass round the long rod as it pistoned inside him, pushing
him against the mirror, his cock squeezed hard against the glass in the
pouch of the jock.  He stretched up and clawed at the glass as Mark reached
up, grabbed his wrists tight and pinned them against the mirror while he
jackhammered his ass..

The pornographic image of the cop and the surfer in the mirror made Jamie
lapse into fantasy.  He said, "The cop has captured a young lifeguard,
stripped him down to his jockstrap and chained him to the wall.  Every time
the cop comes in he works the lifeguard over, whipping his ass then shoving
his dick in deep, using the muscle-jock like a fuck-slave."

Jamie's imagination soared.  "Day after day the young athlete waits for the
cop to come and plough his ass.  In the end he's wanting it, waiting for
it, craving it.  When the cop comes in the lifeguard pleads, `Please
officer ... fuck my ass.  I need to feel your rod in my ass.  I'm your
slave, sir, you own my ass.  I'm begging you, please shoot your load in my
ass.'  He sees the cop tense, his muscles flex, feels his cock swell in his
ass and ... aaagh!"

The two screams were no fantasy as Mark blasted jizz deep inside Jamie,
whose bulging cock, grinding against the glass, erupted in the jock and
soaked the thin fabric with cum.

In a frenzy Mark pulled out, grabbed Jamie by the waist and flung him on
the bed on his back.  He threw himself on him and clamped his mouth over
the bulging, soaking jockstrap. His lips squeezed the cum out of it and he
swallowed it, breathing and tasting the pungent smell of the surfer's
spilled sticky load.

Mark pulled his mouth off the jock, eased himself higher and pressed his
mouth over Jamie's in a grinding kiss, where they shared the same air and
Jamie's cum from mouth to mouth.

Finally Mark rolled off him and they lay exhausted side by side on their
backs, staring dazedly up at the ceiling.  "You OK, buddy?" Mark asked at
last.

"Not sure, sir.  I didn't think I could love you any more than I already
did, but now I'm feeling something so intense I can't describe it."

"I know what you mean, dude.  I hunger for you ... I need to own you, own
that ass.  It's so fucking intense, man."

"Best not to try and understand it, sir.  Just go with the flow.  I sure
feel that my ass is yours, so let's go with that for now."

"I'm sure gonna miss you while you're down at the beach.  If my beat
tomorrow is on the Westside I'll be close to Malibu so I could swing by
after work and surprise you.

"I'd love that, sir.  You could stay with us overnight in the hotel there
and we can ...

"Go with the flow, eh?" Mark grinned.

<><> HERE WE GO, GUYS <><>

Next morning at breakfast with the rest of the guys at the compound,
everyone noticed the glow around Mark and Jamie, even brighter than usual.
And their parting was passionate when Mark left for work patrolling the
streets, and Jamie turned his attention to Eddie, who had a bagful of
camera equipment.

They picked Nate up on their drive to the Grady House, where they half
expected Grady to be still in bed.  But there he was, bright and eager, to
welcome them.

They realized again that there were two Gradys.  One was the fun-loving
laid back just-one-of-the-guys who spent much of the time laughing and
fucking.  The other was the disciplined, conscientious actor who knew how
much the movie crew depended on him, and how much money was wasted if he
was late on the set.

Today he was a combination of the two.  He would be having fun with his
three buddies at the Malibu beach working on new stunts on his surfboard,
with Eddie trying to get candid shots of the action.  But all four knew the
serious intent of the day – to make Grady look good on screen by
equipping him with more elaborate surfing skills to impress the director
– and ultimately his worldwide audience.

The greeting was boisterous and Grady led them to the garage to find the
inflatable dinghy with a small outboard motor that he and Mario sometimes
took on weekend trips down the coast or to the Colorado River.  Together
they loaded it on Jamie's truck, along with their other gear –
surfboards, Eddie's equipment and extra clothes they would need if they
stayed overnight.  Also, chef Will had packed up several coolers of food
for when they took a meal break.

They had decided they should all wear the faded red lifeguard shorts they
wore during filming, in case any of them were caught in some of Eddie's
shots that the director might choose to use.

Mario and Brian were there to see them off.  Mario had already told Brian
he was promoting him to assistant house manager and they were looking
forward to spending the day, and possibly the night together while Grady
was away.

They were a noisy foursome on the hour-long drive across town then along
Pacific Coast Highway to the private Malibu beach that the production used
as its principal location.  It would be quiet today with no looky-loo fans
who might recognize Grady and interrupt their work.

Mario had already booked two rooms for them in Jamie's name at the small
hotel nearby that was a hive of activity when the movie was shooting, but
today was quiet, with few guests.  Mario had not used Grady's name because
if that got out it would attract the inevitable crowd, the last thing they
wanted.

They parked in a secluded spot by some rocks and eagerly pulled the dinghy
and three surfboards from the truck.  Eddie brought his waterproof bag, and
they all tramped down to the water's edge to launch the dingy and the
boards.  "Here we go, guys," Grady grinned.  "Let's make it look good, eh?
It's the name of the game."

<><> LIKE GREAT SEX <><>

As expected they had a blast.  There were lots of laughs and bawdy comments
as Grady tried to copy Jamie's surfing tricks, and failed again and again.
Eddie tried to control his laughter and hold his camera steady, knowing
that a lot of Grady's arm-flailing tumbles into the water would end up on
the movie's gag reel.

But as the day wore on he knew he was getting some really good footage that
he could edit down and show to the director, maybe for use in the advanced
publicity and even a few shots in the film itself.  Also as time passed
Grady's surfing skills improved until he mastered a few stunts, like
`carving a 360' – a 360-degree spin on the lip of the wave, then riding
it home.

When they took a break for a light meal, Eddie was bursting with
enthusiasm.  "Dudes I got some spectacular shots of those 360's.  They've
just gotta use some of them into the movie.  I tell ya' Grady, you are
right up there with Kelly Slater, did you ever meet him?  Such a hot dude"

Grady laughed.  "Don't get carried away, kiddo, I'm no champion surfer, I
just play one in the movies – with the help of Jamie and Nate here.  But
I gotta say, being up there and taming a wave gives you a sense of your own
power – like picking up the power of the wave itself.  The adrenaline
surge is almost like great sex – and I don't mean lying on a bed getting
butt-fucked.  When you're up there on the lip of the wave you are the
ultimate top man, fucking the wave itself underneath you."

Grady laughed at his own words.  "Hell, here I am telling Eddie not to get
carried away and there I go waxing lyrical, way over the top.  But you feel
it don't you, Jamie?  Ain't that one of the reasons you love surfing so
much?"

"I hear you, dude, I know exactly the sensation you're talking about.  I
can see the change in you already.  That light in your eyes ain't saying
`fuck me'.  It's like, `Man, I wanna fuck ass ..."

Nate laughed.  "You're right guys.  Just listening to you talk like that
gives me a hard-on."

"Me too," Eddie said.  "But before this becomes a four-way orgy, don't you
think we should get back out there?  I wanna get more footage before we
start to lose the light."

They all agreed and raced back down to the water, where the action began
again.

All this hyper energy had one other effect that Nate noticed, the growing
bond between Grady and Jamie.  Having worked for so long now on movie
shoots they had inevitably become close friends, as Nate knew well.

But working out here today, with the intensity Grady had described,
deepened their sense of comradeship.  Nate understood how that brotherhood
of surfers, after a great day of strenuous activity, sometimes found
expression in sexual release.  Nate loved to watch that bond grow between
two such gorgeous jocks as these two.

They were out there for several more hours until finally the wind calmed
and the waves lost their power.  "Surf won't pick up again until dawn
tomorrow, guys," Jamie said.  "Good job we elected to stay overnight.
We'll make an early start tomorrow."  They paddled back to the beach,
following Eddie in his dinghy.

After they trudged up the beach Eddie threw himself down on a blanket.
"Can't wait to go over this footage guys.  You wanna see it?"

"Sure," Nate said.  But Grady said, "Er guys, I'm so juiced after all the
excitement, I wanna work off some of my energy with a jog.  You wanna come,
Jamie?"  Nate caught the look that flashed between them and guessed
intuitively that they wanted to work off that energy together.

Grady said, "Won't be long.  And when we get back we'll head back to the
hotel, OK?  Enjoy your movie, guys."  They left them huddled over the
camera and took off – two sexy jocks in the faded red boardshorts of
lifeguards.

<><> RAGING TESTOSTERONE <><>

In fact they hadn't jogged far at all before Grady slowed down to a walk.
"Guess I don't have as much energy left as I thought I had, buddy.  Not
that kind of energy anyway.  Do you mind if we stop and just talk?  There's
a secluded spot up there, under the dunes surrounded by rocks.

It was a perfect spot, shielded on all sides by rocks, with a floor of
flattened dune grass.  They threw themselves down on it lying on their
sides facing each other, propped on their elbows.  Jamie grinned, "You
coming down from the high of all that action yet, dude?"

"Not hardly," Grady laughed.  "I am really stoked, man, that adrenaline
coursing through me stronger than ever.  It's true what I said earlier
about riding those waves, especially learning to conquer then the way we
did.  Man, I feel ... I dunno ... supercharged, like I need a tough gym
workout to work off all the testosterone pumping in my body."

Jamie grinned.  "Dude, I think what you're talking about is not a gym
workout but a sex workout.  You said the surge you get from riding a
perfect wave is like great sex.  That's the pump you really feel.  It's in
your dick.  You got a hard-on right?"

"Damn straight I do."  Grady reached forward and ran his fingers over
Jamie's smiling face, then down over the tanned, salt-streaked flesh of his
pumped body.  "You're a beautiful man, Jamie – everyone's dream of the
California surfer.  And normally, right about now, I would be begging you
to fuck me ..."

"But ...?" Jamie smiled.  "But you just came down from the lip of the wave,
remember?  You fucked that wave like the ultimate top man."

"That's it, dude.  And like you said earlier ... `Man, I wanna fuck ass!'
I wanna fuck my surfer buddy up the ass.  Hell yes ..."

Grady suddenly flung himself on top of Jamie, smothering him with frantic
kisses, tasting the salt on his face, then licking his neck and chest,
inhaling the mingle essence of saltwater and sweat, sucking on his hard
nipples, biting them so hard Jamie pushed him away and sprang to his feet.

Grady stood up too and they stood a few feet apart staring at each other,
like rival stags set for battle.  Frantically they unlaced their shorts and
kicked them off, two naked athletes face to face, breath heaving, eyes
gleaming.  "OK, stud," Jamie said.  "Let's see what you got."

With a warrior's howl Grady flung himself at Jamie and they crashed to the
ground, rolling over in the dune grass, muscle on muscle.  Like the
powerful waves he had ridden today, Grady felt strong, dominant, and soon
he was kneeling astride Jamie, pinning his wrists to the ground.

Jamie looked up at the chiseled features and muscled body of the action
hero he had seen often on the screen.  It was like being in a movie, a
surfer pinned down by the naked lifeguard, staring down at the huge,
rock-hard cock pointing down at him."

"You wanted to see what I got?  That's what I got, and I'm gonna shove it
in your fucking punk ass."  Grady pulled back, kneeling straight up,
grabbed Jamie's ankles and pushed them up high.  His cock was still wet,
and he drove it hard in the surfer's butt.

"Aaagh," Jamie gasped, but the powerful sight of the muscled lifeguard
drove pain away and replaced it with raw grinding pleasure.  "Fuck me dude.
Yeah fuck that ass.  It feels so good, you're so fucking hot.  I love you,
man.  I fucking love you."

Grady's savage pounding slowed when he heard those words and he gazed into
Jamie's blue eyes.  "I love you too, dude.  Man you're ass feels good."  He
leaned forward between Jamie's legs and again pinned his arms to the
ground.  "I've got you now, big guy, you can't move, you're at my mercy.
You wanna get fucked by me, don't you?  Tell me ... let me hear it."

"Please, sir, I wanna feel your rod inside me ... my ass is yours.  I love
you, man.  Fuck me ...!"  Grady cranked up the force of his attack on the
surfer's ass, his hips slamming down and back as his shaft pounded his ass.
They gazed into each other's eyes – two hyped-up surfers on the beach
who had ridden the waves together all day, and one now rode the other's
ass.

Their racing adrenaline and pent-up testosterone surged, their bodies
flexed as they drove themselves to the ultimate climax.  Grady released one
of Jamie's wrists and he instantly grabbed his own cock and pounded it in
his fist.  "Fuck me, man ...  I want it so bad.  Cum in my ass, dude
... I'm gonna shoot.  Fuck yeah ... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum
... Yeaahh!"

Jamie's body shook and his cock spayed cum all over his heaving chest as
Grady yelled, "I love you man ... aaahh!"  And his cock erupted deep inside
his buddy's ass.

They were so engrossed in each other, they were unaware that another man
had shot a load of semen at the same time.

Gazing down from the top of the dune, a uniformed cop had unzipped his
pants and pounded his cock to orgasm as he watched one muscle-jock fuck the
other.  He had seen and heard everything, even the young blond on his back
begging his buddy, "Fuck me, man.  I wanna feel your rod inside me ... My
ass is yours.  I love you, man, I fucking love you."

The cop was Mark, of course.

<><> TENSION <><>

At the end of his shift Mark had gone to the Santa Monica Police station to
discuss an arrest he had made the previous week that was now being handled
by Santa Monica.  As he had promised Jamie he might, he was so close to
Malibu that he swung by there and approached the private beach from over
the dunes.  He stopped dead in his tracks, and the sight of Grady fucking
Jamie had caused a swirl of emotions, not least intense sexual arousal that
made him jerk off as he watched.

Now he ran down the dunes and the naked men looked up in stunned surprise.
"Sir," Jamie said, reaching for his boardshorts and pulling them on.  Grady
looked up and grinned, "Hello officer."  Neither of them was sure how to
react, nor what Mark's response would be.

Neither, actually, was Mark.  He was momentarily confused, although one
instinctive impulse dominated.  But he pushed it aside and said
non-committally, "Hey guys.  That was some show.  Got me off."  He zipped
up his pants.

Jamie jumped to his feet and said, "So you made it, sir, like you said you
might.  Can you stay the night?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Of course, sir, why wouldn't I?"  This was the kind of conversation where
the men were winging it and often regretted their own words as soon as they
uttered them, as they did now.  "What I meant to say, sir ..."

Grady jumped up, fully aware of the discomfort the men were feeling.  He
was out of his depth, not sure of the rules and parameters these guys set
for themselves, and how far he had put his foot in it – or in this case,
his cock.  He knew they didn't think of themselves as master and boy, but
beyond that he was at a loss.  One thing he was sure of was that they
wanted to be alone.

"Mark, I hope you do stay the night with us.  There's plenty of room in the
hotel and I'm sure Nate and Eddie would be thrilled.  Look, why don't you
get out of that uniform and put these shorts on?  Actually they're Jamie's
– you put mine on dude.  But I can go back to the truck naked.  The guys
won't even notice, they're so engrossed in Eddie's movie."

Mark glanced at Jamie, saw a pleading look in his eye and said simply,
"OK."  His tone was flat, eyes blank.

Jamie stepped forward.  "May I help you, sir?"  That sounded more formal
than he intended, but Mark didn't object, so Jamie stood before him and
unbuttoned his shirt.  As he did so they gazed into each other's eyes,
trying but failing to gauge what the other was thinking.  Jamie pulled
Mark's shirt and T-shirt off and laid them on the ground.

Grady was standing at a distance and, tense though the atmosphere was, he
was startled, as always, by the sight of the cop's bare, muscled torso.

Jamie managed a smile.  "Boots now, sir?"

Without reply Mark sat on a rock and Jamie turned his back to him.  He
reached down, pulled the boot up between his legs, and held the heel and
toe, a replay of what he had done the evening before.  Except that the
atmosphere now was far from their joyful mood then.

Grady watched the ritual as Mark raised his other leg and pressed it on
Jamie's butt until the boot came loose and Jamie staggered forward.  They
repeated the procedure on the other boot, then Mark stood up and Jamie
faced him.  Instinctively Jamie sank to his knees, unbuckled the cop's
heavy belt and unzipped the pants.  He pulled them and the shorts down and
took them off with his socks.

Grady stifled a gasp as he stared at the naked cop.  Still on his knees
Jamie had an overwhelming impulse to kiss his cock that hung semi-hard in
front of his face, and then bend lower and lick his feet.  But he
suppressed the desire.  He stood up and handed Mark the red shorts, which
he pulled on.

Grady picked up the discarded uniform and boots.  I'll take these to the
truck and leave you two alone."  He paused.  "Mark, I just wanna say that
if I've done anything wrong to displease you, I'm really sorry, dude.  I
would never intentionally hurt you, you know that."

"You've done nothing wrong, Grady," Mark said tonelessly, "but thank you
for saying that."

Grady left and Mark turned to Jamie.  "Let's go sit in those rocks out
there, Jamie."  He turned without another word and Jamie followed, nervous
about what was going to happen.

<><> RESOLUTION <><>

The line of rocks jutted out into the sea and they walked out to the end
and sat side by side, watching the now-gentle swell of the waves lapping
beneath them.  The sun was sinking low in the sky and cast rays of
shimmering light toward them on the water.  They stared silently out to
sea, each one lost in a jumble of thoughts but not sure how to express
them.  Jamie was afraid of making the tension worse.  Mark, ever the
in-control cop, was trying to control his emotions.

But at last, still gazing out over the ocean, Mark spoke in mid-thought.
"I guess the real problem is, I'm scared of losing you, Jamie."

"Losing me?"  Frowning in confusion Jamie turned and looked at Mark's
profile. "Losing me, sir?  Why would you think that?"  He felt a surging
panic.  "You're not gonna dump me, are you sir?"

At last Mark turned to face Jamie and their eyes met.  "What an ugly word
that is – to dump someone.  No, Jamie, it's a word that has no place in
our lives."  He managed a wry grin.  "I guess that means we're both scared
of losing each other."

After another silence Jamie said, "I think I know why that is, sir.  Last
evening, when we had sex, it was so beautiful, so intense, the best ever,
and ... and maybe we thought we had peaked – you know, all downhill from
here.  Nothing that good could stay at those heights.

"Yeah, like the old song goes, `Too hot not to cool down', eh?"  They
pondered that.  It was a start anyway, then Mark got down to detail.  "One
thing I want to know, Jamie.  When I heard you plead with Grady – `Fuck
me, man.  I want you inside me. My ass is yours.  I love you, man' – was
that said in the heat of the moment or did you mean it?"

Jamie frowned. "I ... I did mean it, sir – in the heat of the moment.  I
mean, when guys fuck, in that moment of climax they shout all kinds of
things – and mean them at that moment.  I remember Bob once saying that
love is often measured by intensity rather than duration.  The love is
real, but it lasts only a minute.  You can be passionately in love one
minute and then just good buddies the next.

Mark smiled.  "Trust Bob to have just the right words for it.  I wish he
were here now.  He'd steer us right."  Another silence, then it was Mark's
turn to panic as a thought hit him.  "Jamie, those words you said to Grady.
You used almost the same words with me yesterday when I fucked you and we
climaxed.  Was that said in the heat of the moment too?  Was it too hot not
to cool down?  Lovers one minute, just good buddies the next?"

Jamie was taken aback.  "Really, sir?  You really think that?  I thought
you knew how much I love you.  For me it's intensity and duration, both."

"Yes, Jamie, I do know that, `cos I feel the same.  Sorry, it was a dumb
question.  The thing that troubles me is not you fucking with other guys,
we all do that in the tribe.  It's seeing you get fucked, offering your ass
to another guy.  Like we said yesterday, it's fine with a buddy like Nate.
But seeing you submit your ass to Grady, a gorgeous man, a rich and famous
movie star ... and me just a cop."

"Mark, Grady and me, we're buddies.  I don't even think of him as a star.
You are my star, sir, my pole star – you know, the star that never moves
in the sky and guides ships. You're my guide in everything.  So many times
during the day I think, `What would Mark do?' ... `What would Mark want me
to do?'  And you always steer me right."

Mark's eyes brimmed with tears as he smiled.  "God, I love you so much,
Jamie.  One problem is this master/boy thing.  It distorts things.  You
know I haven't thought of you as my boy for a long time now.  I know you
like to call me `sir' and that's cool, but could you do me a favor and,
just for the next few minutes, drop the `sir?  It makes it so much easier
to have a conversation with my `buddy' rather than my `boy'."

"Sure, dude." Jamie grinned, and the tension dissolved.

"One thing I don't get," Mark said, "is Grady even wanting to be top man.
Everyone knows he loves dick.  He's been butt-fucked by most men in the
tribe, not to mention what he gets twice daily from Mario.  Oh, I get that
surfing is an adrenaline rush, gets the juices running and makes guys want
sex afterwards.  But why the switch?"

"Oh, that's easy dude, we talked about that.  See I taught him some great
moves, like carving a 360 where the surfer spins round at the lip of a
wave.  Grady himself said that taming the wave like that gives a guy a
sense of his own power – like picking up the power of the wave
itself. He described the adrenaline surge as like great sex, but completely
different from lying on your back getting butt-fucked.  When you're up
there on the top of the wave, he said, you are the ultimate top man,
fucking the wave itself underneath you.

"Well, you can imagine, it's one step from that to fucking the surfing
instructor up the butt.  Only we didn't know a cop would be watching us and
jerking off.  But, dude, I didn't realize seeing me get fucked my Grady
would cause you grief, so here's my promise.  Apart from buddies like Nate,
I will never let any other guy fuck my ass, except you."

"No, no, no, Jamie, you mustn't say that.  That's the kind of promise a boy
would make to his master.  But we're buddies, equals.  Hell, I get fucked
by guys like Bob, Randy and Hassan, so why should I forbid that in you?
Sure I get a shock when I see you offering your ass, but I've gotta get
over that."

Mark chuckled. "You know how Randy used to go apeshit if another man fucked
Bob in the ass, but even Randy has started to accept it.  Sure, he still
feels it's an insult to his manhood, so he insists on payback – either
by fucking Bob or the guy who ploughed him, or both.

"But Randy knows that Bob getting fucked doesn't mean he'll leave him for
the other guy, and I know the same about you.  After all, taking a dick up
the butt don't mean your gonna fall in love with the dick's owner, except
for that kind of flash-love that lasts only as long as the adrenaline rush.
So, with that in mind, are we OK now, Jamie, you and me?"

"Better than ever, I'd say," Jamie smiled.  "Much better than ever."

Mark put his arm over Jamie's shoulder and they watched in silence as the
sun sank to the horizon.  In total harmony they stared out to sea until the
dazzling orb plopped into the sea in a blaze of gold, sending sparks across
the azure water that lit up their glowing faces.

<><> YOUR ASS IS GRASS <><>

In the gathering twilight Mark and Jamie walked back to the beach where
Grady, Nate and Eddie were huddled over Eddie's camera.  Eddie looked up
with a broad grin.  "Sir, you missed a spectacular event today – Hunter
the lifeguard carving a 360 – and it's all on film right here.  We've
gotta have a viewing at the hotel tonight.

Grady smiled uncertainly.  "You are staying the night, eh buddy."

Mark's face lit up. "Wouldn't miss if for the world dude."

"Great.  And, er, that incident you saw earlier in the rocks there ...?"  "
Oh, Jamie and I sorted that out, no problem ... except ..."

"Except?" Grady winced.

"Well, see, a cop is a symbol of authority and if ever he feels his manhood
has been challenged he has to retaliate.  So, any man who fucks the cop's
buddy ... his ass is grass."

Grady flashed the smile known all over the world.  "Oh, no problem there,
officer.  Er, would the cop be wearing his uniform?"

Mark roared with laughter, "Dammit, Grady, those fantasies of yours never
quit, do they?"

Grady shrugged.  "That's just me officer.  But I'm prepared to pay the
price ... anytime you like."

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 569

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