Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2022 03:01:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 583  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 583 by Rob Williams

CHAPTER 583 – "JAMIE & FELIPE – BROTHERS UNDER THE SKIN"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

New boy Felipe, just arrived in the U.S. and all alone, gets help from the
tribe – work, legal, social and sexual. His sex education comes from his
new friend, the young jock surfer Jamie, and Jamie's man, the rugged cop
Mark. When Mark makes love to Jamie he includes Felipe – "two for the
price of one." And later, Felipe proves to Jamie he can give it as well as
take it.
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<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

Felipe's first day with the tribe was long and eventful. The
eighteen-year-old undocumented immigrant had been taken under the wing of
the blond surfer Jamie, seven years his senior, who took him back to meet
his "family" – the men and boys of the tribe.

The nervous newcomer made a rocky start when he ran away from Jamie's
lover, the uniformed cop Mark.  He was scared of the cops and of being
arrested and deported.  But after he was assured Mark was friendly, the
young chef Will made Felipe feel at home by asking for his help in the
kitchen.  Felipe loved to cook, having graduated from a Honduran culinary
academy.

The co-leader of the tribe, Bob, put Felipe at ease, and during the course
of the day he met other members of the tribe, including big boss Randy.
Felipe later said to Jamie, "That Randy guy was very kind but a bit scary."

"I know what you mean.  But I tell you this, Felipe, if you ever have a
problem with anyone, he is the best guy to have on your side.  He'll fight
like a lion to protect the boys."

So things were going well for Felipe, and he was feeling ever closer to
Jamie whom he looked on as an older brother.  But it was more than just
friendship, as became apparent on their first night together. Mark was out
working the night shift, so the boys shared a bed in the guestroom.  Lying
side by side, careful not to touch, they talked about their feelings for
each other.

Felipe said, "Jamie, you have been so good to me since we met, it's hard
for me to take it all in.  Now I'm finally here I feel ... sort of scared
in a way ... not scared exactly ... kind of tingly.

"But I have lived for so long in a world without love that I have lost
sight of who I am.  In my world, especially in my weeks-long trek to this
country, there was no room for love and sex.  I was dealing with life and
death, or the constant threat of it, and I did anything it took to survive.
When sex reared its head, it was not in a good way.

"For instance, there was a truck driver who gave me a lift, and when we
were in the middle of a desert area he stopped the truck and said that if I
didn't thank him by sucking his penis he would make me get out.  So I did.
And I found I didn't mind it too much.

"Then there was the cop in Guatemala who caught me and said he would let me
go in exchange for shoving his penis in my ass.  But, before he could, I
managed to run away and hide.  But here's something that will surprise you.
During the night, hiding away, I thought of him.  He was actually very
handsome in his uniform – tall, muscular, with square-cut features, not
unlike your Mark, except he had dark hair of course.

"And Jamie, I wondered what his penis would have felt like inside me and
... and I masturbated and ejaculated."  Felipe smiled.  "And while we're on
the subject of cops, I might as well tell you that before lunch, when Mark
came out of your apartment with no shirt on and hugged me ... I felt ... I
dunno, can't explain ... but I felt it, that tingly thing again."  But you
know, I would prefer we not try to explain all that now.  Could we wait and
see if it explains itself?"

And soon, in bed together, trying to sleep, their feelings did indeed start
to explain themselves.  Felipe murmured, "You are such a beautiful man,
Jamie.  Could I touch you?"  He ran his hands sensuously all over the
surfer's body, but when he touched Jamie's fully erect cock he pulled back
abruptly. "No," Jamie said, "don't stop, buddy.  It felt good."

Emboldened by Jamie's words Felipe explored further and found himself
licking Jamie's cock, then sucking it.  Jamie flipped over into a
sixty-nine position and they sucked each other all the way to orgasm. At
last, Felipe savored the bitter-sweet taste of another man's semen spurting
inside him and he gulped it down voraciously.

Then they kissed for the first time, tentatively at first but building in
intensity, their mouths lubricated with the juices of their own passion.
When the kiss ended Felipe buried his face in Jamie's neck and sobbed
quietly, with a mix of joy, confusion, and even fear that he might never
feel this intensity again.

The new friends slept soundly throughout the night, so deeply that in the
morning it took an intrusion to wake them. Hazily they opened their eyes to
see a uniformed cop smiling down at them.  It was Mark, just home after a
long night-shift astride his throbbing police motorcycle.

"So, this is where you both are.  I thought I'd find you here."

In a panicky impulse from his past Felipe tried to jerk away.  But Jamie
held him reassuringly and smiled at Mark.  "Hello, sir, welcome home.  Do
you want to ...?"

"Don't I always, kiddo, when I come home from work?" Mark chuckled.

Felipe started to get out of bed.  "Oh, I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone
... I'll go make coffee."

"No," Mark laughed, "stay there kiddo.  You belong here now, part of the
family.  And anyway, not often I get two for the price of one.  A hot horny
cop in uniform, two sexy young jocks naked in bed.  You do the math."

========= CHAPTER 583 =========

<><> TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE <><>

As the nervous Felipe lay tensely beside his new buddy Jamie, it was
obvious what the cop Mark was going to do.  Felipe had learned that when
Mark got home from a grueling night patrol on the city streets with his
motorcycle throbbing beneath him, he was always hot and horny with one
thing in mind.  He needed to relive his tension and fuck – fuck the
flawless ass of the handsome young jock he loved.

However, this morning it was far from clear what the cop had in mind for
Jamie's new young friend Felipe.  As Mark had said with a roguish smile,
"Not often I get two for the price of one."

What did that mean?  It was only Jamie's reassuring squeeze of his hand
that prevented Felipe from fleeing the cop again, as he had done yesterday
when first catching sight of him.

In his harrowing trek north from Honduras to the U.S. border the frightened
boy had avoided the cops.  His only close encounter was with one in
Guatemala when a cop had caught him and threatened to fuck his ass.  But he
had managed to escape from that cop too.

However, the strange part was that later he had thought back to the dark,
handsome cop and wondered what his cock would have felt like inside him.
The image in his mind was so vivid that he had masturbated and orgasmed.
And only yesterday he had admitted to Jamie, "When Mark came out of your
apartment with no shirt on and hugged me ... I felt ... I dunno, can't
explain ... but I felt it, that tingly thing again."

So now, here, next to Jamie and looking up at the cop with his chiseled,
Greek-god features, his muscular body bulging under his black uniform,
Felipe's nervousness gave way to that same `tingly' sensation.

Jamie had no such confusing thoughts. He always looked forward to the
familiar daily ritual, and now threw back the sheets and pulled back his
legs, presenting his ass to the man he loved.

Felipe stirred again but Jamie squeezed his hand tighter and Mark said,
"You're free to leave, kid, but I don't want you too.  If you're gonna be
part of our little family I want you to see this.  Happens every day."
Mark unzipped his uniform pants, pulled out his long hard cock and spat on
it.  "So, you gonna stick around?"

Another tight squeeze from Jamie, and Felipe stammered, "Er, yes please,
sir."

"That's our boy."  Mark turned his full attention to Jamie.  "You ready
stud?"

"Ready and willing, officer ... as always."

Mark spread his spit on his cock then knelt on the bed and eased his cock
between Jamie's perfect white globes.  Felipe felt Jamie tense and had a
vivid impression of what he was feeling, just as he had imagined what the
Guatemalan cop would have felt like.

Only this was real ... it was really happening.  That other cop had been
dark, with evil in his hooded eyes.  This cop was blond and kind, and
Felipe saw the light of passion in his blue eyes.  And he was inside the
ass of Felipe's friend Jamie, who was smiling and stroking his cock, the
same cock Felipe himself had sucked last night.

Felipe lost all his fear.  As he gazed up at the uniformed cop rising and
falling above them he felt an odd sensation, almost as if the cop were
fucking him.  When Felipe turned his head and looked at the ecstasy on
Jamie's face he knew what his friend was feeling.

And when Jamie turned, smiled and kissed him, Felipe reached down and
stroked his own cock.  He had masturbated before when thinking of the evil
cop, but now it was the blond god-like cop who was above him fucking ass
... not his own ass but it might as well have been.

Jamie pulled away and turned his gaze upward again, to the familiar smiling
face of the man he idolized.  Felipe looked up too, mesmerized, as the
gleam in the cop's eye intensified and he fucked harder. "I fucking love
you, man," Mark groaned.  "Damn, your ass feels good, hotter than a fucking
cauldron."

The boys were holding hands tightly, stroking their cocks with their free
hand.  Felipe felt every shudder, every throb in his friend's body as the
cop pounded his ass.  Jamie's breathing grew heavy, he stroked his cock
harder.  Captivated by his lover's pale blue eyes and chiseled features he
could no longer hold back.

"Fuck me, sir.  You're making me cum.  I love you, sir ... I love you ...!"
His body jolted and his cock spurted long strands of semen that splashed
down on his flexed abs and heaving chest.

Next to him Felipe was in a state of erotic excitement as he felt Jamie's
orgasm inflame his own body.  He stroked his cock faster, felt his climax
approaching, when ... "No! ... don't cum kid ... not yet.  I haven't
finished with you."

Mark leaned forward, kissed Jamie and gently pulled out of him, then smiled
at Felipe.  "I didn't cum inside Jamie, young man.  I left that for your
ass.  You wanna feel my dick inside you, kid?"

"Yes, sir .... yes I do ... please, sir."  Having felt Jamie's joy
vicariously, as if the cop were inside him, he desperately wanted the real
thing.  He was craving it.  The very thought of it almost made him cum.  He
turned to Jamie, seeking permission, and his friend smiled and nodded at
him.  "If you want it, buddy, go for it."

Felipe did what he had seen Jamie do – hooked his hands behind his legs
and pulled them back.  Mark smiled down at him, unbuttoned his shirt and
pulled it off, then pulled his T-shirt off over his head.  Felipe gasped at
the stunning sight of the cop's sculpted, naked torso.  Mark leaned forward
and pinned the boy's wrists to the bed.

"You're a prisoner of a cop, boy, who's gonna fuck your ass.  If you want
me to stop, Felipe, I will."  The roguish grin was back.  "But you won't
want to.  I knew you wanted this, the same as Jamie always does.  Like I
said, two for the price of one."

Gently he pressed his hard wet cock against the boy's hole and pushed
slowly.  "Deep breath, kiddo."  Felipe winced as the head of the cock
entered him, then smiled as he felt the cop's shaft sliding inside him.  It
didn't hurt at all.

It finally came to rest deep inside him and Felipe was aware only of the
cop's handsome, smiling face, his muscular body, and the exquisite
sensation inside him.  He gasped, shuddered, and howled as his cock reared
up and shot plumes of semen so high they splashed against the cop's bare
chest.  "Aaagh ... aaagh ..." he kept howling, then shot more juice as he
felt Mark's cock swell and erupt deep inside his ass.

A feeling of infinite joy swept over the boy, too powerful to absorb, so he
closed his eyes and everything went blank.

<><> "DUDE, YOU'RE MY NUMBER ONE MAN' <><>

Felipe was drifting in a state of euphoria, dimly aware of something
pulling out of his ass.  When at last he opened his eyes Jamie was smiling
down at him.

Felipe frowned, then murmured, "Jamie, did I ... did you ...?

"Dude, you just got butt-fucked by a cop, by Mark.  How do you feel,
buddy?"

"I ... I don't know ... like I've never felt before ... like I want to feel
like this forever."  He looked around in a daze.  "Where's Mark?"  Jamie
chuckled.  "In the shower – washing off the grime of the streets and the
cum of a cute Hispanic kid who just took a cock in his ass for the first
time in his life.

Felipe flung his arms round Jamie in a long, tender hug.  "Jamie, it's all
happening so fast, it's hard for me to keep up."

"So relax, buddy and, like I said before, go with the flow.  Take it one
step at a time."

They lay together for a while until Mark came back from the bathroom.
Felipe looked up to see the tall muscular cop butt naked toweling his
tousled blond hair.  He grinned, "Hey, kiddo, how you feeling?  Your ass
sore?"

"I'm feeling wonderful, sir.  Er, thank you, sir."  He frowned.  "Jamie,
are you supposed to thank a man when he's fucked you or does it sound
silly?"

Jamie laughed.  "'Thank you' never sounds silly, Felipe.  Actually, if you
thank Mark nicely he might do it again one day soon."

"Yeah," Mark said, "You were great, kid.  There's nothing like breaking a
boy in, fucking his virgin ass for the first time.  But take it slow,
Felipe.  Some guys when they discover sex jump right in, out of their
depth, and get in trouble.  Take your cue from Jamie.  And if you ever need
my help, kiddo, you got it.  Nothing bad's gonna happen to you now you're
part of our family.  And Bob tells me he's gonna make sure him and his
lawyer buddy will keep it that way."

"Oh yes, that special lunch.  I have to go and see Will.  We're cooking it
for Bob and his friend."

"So go jump in the shower, dude," Jamie said.  "Then run down to Will, he's
prob'ly already set up breakfast with the twins."

Felipe kissed Jamie, then scrambled out of bed.  Mark grabbed him, pulled
him close and kissed his head.  "Good luck with the lawyer, kid, you'll do
just fine.  He slapped his ass playfully and grinned, "Off you go, dude.
Cute ass, by the way.  Very fuckable."

Mark, still naked, lay down beside Jamie and they faced each other, propped
on their elbows.  "He's a great kid, Jamie, a good buddy for you.  But I
wanna make sure you know what you're getting into.  Once Bob and this
legal-eagle lawyer set the immigration wheels in motion you're in it for
the long haul.  Even if the lawyer agrees to take his case, stuff like that
takes a long time, and you can't bail out in the middle of it."

"Sir," Jamie huffed, "have you ever known me to bail on something this
important?"

Mark smiled, "You're right, you're solid as a rock.  Sorry kid.  Just
playing Devil's Advocate here.  But I do wanna make sure you and I are on
the same page about this."

"I know what you mean, sir, and I want what we have between us to stay the
same.  I'll always be here waiting for you when you get home."  He frowned,
"After what just happened here ..."

"I know, and I want to be clear about that.  The last thing I want is upset
you in any way.  What I did – fucking the boy – was for him.  While I
was reaming you I could see that light in his eye.  He was longing for the
same thing and I knew it was the surest way to make him feel part of the
family."  Mark chuckled.  "I knew he would cum as soon as I shoved my dick
inside him.

"But dude, you're my number one man, always will be.  Felipe is family too
now, like your younger brother.  It's up to you to care for him, teach him
and protect him, though of course I'm here to help you in all of that."

Jamie snuggled against him.  "Thanks for saying that, sir, it's just the
way I want it too."

"Hey, kid, I've been working all night and I need some shuteye.  Do you,
er, have much on your schedule today?"

"No, sir, not till later this afternoon.  Eddie, Vic and Noah are due back
from Phoenix and I have to meet with Eddie and Nate about that tough
complicated beach scene we'll be shooting tomorrow, starting at crack of
dawn – dozens of surfing extras, a million takes, a long, long day."

"And you'll love every minute of it.  But before you meet with the guys,
what about Felipe?"

"Oh he'll be involved with Will planning that lunch they're making for Bob
and the lawyer.  That's real important and they'll be fully engrossed."

"So, that means I have you to myself until this afternoon?"

"You bet, sir.  Wanna spend it in bed?"

"You read my mind, dude.  `Course, that might involve my dick in your butt
again.  Too soon?"

"Sir, you could work my ass over and over again all day and you wouldn't
hear me complain."

"That's my boy," Mark laughed.  He wrapped his muscular arms round Jamie
and fell asleep."

<><> FELIPE – RUNNING TOWARD LOVE <><>

Mark was right about Felipe and Will.  When he had left Mark and Jamie
after life-changing sex, Felipe went out to the garden and found Will
putting the finishing touches to the buffet breakfast for all the guys.

"Hey, dude," Will said, his freckled face breaking into a broad smile.
"And what set you on fire?  That glow could start a brushfire."

"Felipe's eyes opened wide, he raised his palms and gushed, "Will, you
... will ... not ... believe."

Will laughed.  "Kid, you look and sound exactly like Eddie.  Oh that's
right, you haven't met him yet, but you will – he's due back home this
afternoon.  Don't worry, you won't have to say anything.  Eddie does all
the talking and you won't be able to get a word in sideways anyway. OK, I'm
done out here, so before that glow sets the place afire, let's go to the
kitchen and you can tell me all about it over coffee."

Inside they sat at the butcherblock table and Will poured mugs of coffee.
"So, you had sex at last."  Felipe looked deflated.  "Sorry, Felipe, I
stole your thunder.  It's just that the look in your eye can mean only one
thing – round here you see it all the time.  But I'll shut up and the
floor is yours.  So spill, buddy."

"See, Will, it wasn't just sex, it was ... I dunno ..."

"Dude, if words fail you right at the start of a sex story you ain't gonna
be too popular around here.  Now take a deep breath and start at the
beginning."

"OK, well, Mark was out working his nightshift so Jamie and I shared a bed
– like, not close though, both keeping to the edge of the bed.  But we
couldn't sleep and Jamie looked so beautiful in the moonlight I asked if I
could touch him, and I did ... his face, neck, chest, down to ... well, his
cock was hard so I flinched.  But Jamie liked it and ..."

"And one thing led to another," Will prompted to keep the story going.
"And Jamie asked you to suck it ..."

"Yeah, how did you know?  So anyway, I licked it and ... and took it down
my throat.  Jamie loved it and we ended up, er, sixty ..."

"Sixty-nineing."

"Yeah, that's right, and guess what ... we drank each other's semen."

"Well that's a first," Will kidded.

"It was for me, dude.  But wait, that isn't the end of it.  In the morning
Mark came home and ..."

"And wanted to fuck his surfer," Will said.  "Nothing new in that
... happens daily."

"Yeah but this doesn't.  I was going to leave them to it but Mark told me
to stay.  I lay next to Jamie while Mark, in full uniform, rode his ass, I
think they call it.  It was the most exciting thing I ever saw and when
Jamie climaxed, Mark pulled out and ... guess what ... shoved his cock in
my ass.  I never thought I could, but it was so thrilling I came right
away. Too soon, I think ..."

"It's called premature ejaculation, dude, and it's understandable when
you're getting ploughed by a Greek-God cop in uniform. And of course that
explains the glow when I saw you.  But the thing is, how do you feel now,
kiddo?"

"Will, I ... it's just ...  Listen, let me tell you something, Will.  All
my life it seems I've been running away from something – hostile family,
friends who let you down, fear, violence, and then the cops when I was on
the run.  Only time I ever felt good was at the cooking academy.  Even in
this country, living rough, I was running away from ... pretty much
everything... until I met Jamie.

"And now, Will. I'm not running away.  I've got something to run toward
– Jamie, Mark, love, good friends like you, a whole new life."  His face
clouded over.  "That is, if I'm allowed to stay.  It could all end
suddenly, just like that."

"And we're gonna do our darndest, Felipe, to make sure that don't happen.
Which brings us to today's lunch and your baleadas.  So let's get to work.
OK, first thing we gotta have is a menu so we know what ingredients we're
gonna need.  And Bob dropped a bombshell on me this morning.  His lawyer
friend, Alistair, is a vegetarian."

Felipe laughed.  "No problem there, Will.  Your basic baleada, the baleada
sencilla, is mostly vegetarian and costs very little.  But then you have
the `Baleada Con Todo' where you throw everything in, including beef,
chicken, pork or chorizo.

"But see, I got my own recipe for Baleadas Con Todo where I throw in
everything except meat.  Being Honduran I love to add more flavor to
everything.  And if this guy's vegetarian I'll cook him baleadas like he's
never tasted before – if he ever has tasted them before.."

"Perfect, Felipe."  Will loved the excitement in the boys eyes.  "So first
things first, give me a list of this `Con Todo' thingy to make sure we have
all the ingredients.  Let's get to work, my friend."

<><> CHARMING THE BIRDS FROM THE TREES <><>

Jamie's prediction that Felipe and Will would be `fully engrossed' with
each other was dead right.  It was not just that this meal could be
important to Felipe's future.  It was more that they simply loved cooking
and Will was eager to learn new dishes.  He was fascinated by Felipe's
knowledge of Central American foods and took notes as he talked.

They made a careful inventory of the ingredients they had in stock and did
a quick run to a local Hispanic grocery store to buy a few things they were
missing.  They worked out the timing of the meal, as Bob's lawyer friend
Alistair was due at one o'clock.

Around noon Bob dropped in, looking very smart and handsome in tan slacks,
a blue blazer and white shirt open at the collar.  "Hey guys, just wanted
to make sure everything's on track."

"Pretty much sir," Will said.  "We'll be ready at one."

"Er, Alistair doesn't have a lot of time to spare, so no hors d'oeurve, I
think, just the baleadas, and a nice white wine.  What goes well with
baleadas, Felipe?"

"I prefer a dry Sauvignon Blanc, sir.  It doesn't get in the way of all the
flavors I put in the baleada.  We learned that at the Academy.  You have a
great selection of wines here, sir."

"Good.  And, er, I know you're working closely together but which of you is
doing most of the cooking?"

"Oh Felipe, sir," Will said.  "I know nothing about baleadas, but I'm
learning."

Bob asked casually, "Felipe, I wonder you didn't try to get a job at one of
the Honduran restaurants in L.A."

"Oh no, sir.  I didn't want to work illegally, sir.  There's no real future
in that."

"No, I guess not."  Bob smiled with satisfaction.  His seemingly casual
questions all had a purpose.  He was too shrewd to give Felipe open advice
on how to behave toward Alistair.  That would have made him nervous, and
the answers sound rehearsed.  But he threw out clues and subtle prompts,
and trusted on Felipe's natural charm and intelligence to do the rest.

"OK, guys.  Maybe you could come up to my dining room and set the table.
Nothing fancy, we don't want it to look as if we're trying too hard.  And
relax guys, just be yourselves."

"What about dessert, sir?" Will asked. "Maybe a slice of rhubarb pie would
clinch the deal."

"Maybe so, Will," Bob smiled, "if he has time.  Have some at the ready.
OK, what would you like me to take up for you?"

Bob had not only thrown out clues on possible questions.  His easy, casual
attitude had calmed their nerves as the hour approached.

When at last Bob went out to the gate to meet his friend, the boys watched
from the kitchen window as they came in and crossed the lawn.  The lawyer
was older than they expected, probably in his fifties with graying hair.
But he seemed friendly enough, talking animatedly to Bob as they went into
the Boss House.

"OK," Will grinned.  "It's showtime, kiddo.  Remember what Bob said, just
be yourself.  Bob will handle everything, we just take our cues from him.
Let's take the wine into them."

Dressed in smartly pressed dark green aprons and white chef's hats they
went up to the private dining room, Will knocked on the door and they went
in.

The two men were already seated at table and Bob looked up and smiled.
"Ah, here comes the wine, and our chefs.  Alistair, let me introduce our
chef Will and his assistant for today, Felipe.

Alistair shook their hands and smiled. "Happy to meet you, boys.  So what
treats have you cooked up for us today?" he asked Will.

"Something special, sir, Felipe's specialty."  Felipe picked up his cue.
"Honduran baleadas, sir."

"Hey, I had them once, quite some time ago. A bit bland as I recall."

"Not the way I make them, sir.  I have my own recipe for vegetarian
Baleadas con Todos."

"Meaning you throw in everything but the kitchen sink, eh?" the lawyer
chortled.  "OK, guys ... bring `em on."

When they had served the main course and Bob had poured the wine, the boys
waited nervously as Alistair took his first forkful.  He savored the taste
and rolled his eyes.  "Wow, this is awesome, boy.  Where did you learn to
make food like this?"

"At the Academy, sir."

"OK, kids, we gotta talk.  Sit down, both of you and have a glass of wine.
Huh, listen to me, eh Bob, inviting the boys to sit and drink their own
wine in their own house?  Typical me ... I tend to be a pushy old guy,
kids.  It helps in my work.  So OK, Felipe, what's this academy?"

"The Honduran Culinary Academy in Tegucigalpa, sir.  It's the best school
there is, certified by Mexico and France."

Did you graduate?"

"Yes, sir."

"You got the certificate?"  Felipe nodded.  "Good, give it to Bob to put in
your file." As he munched on his food with relish, the questions
continued. "Did you get a job after college?"

No, sir, there's a whole lot of unemployment, but an English family let me
cook for them at last."

"Ah that's where that British accent comes from.  Love that long open vowel
in `last', or I should say `laahst'," he chuckled.  "Bob, the accent can
only help our case.  A touch of class never hurts.  Posh family were they,
Felipe?"

"Yes, sir, very.  They said they spoke the Queen's English.  But the crime
got too much for them and they left the country. They gave me a great
letter of recommendation though.  I still have it."

"Great, give that to Bob too.  OK, so there you were, jobless.  You, er,
ever been arrested?"

"Oh no, sir."

"What made you leave?  That was a big chance you took."

Well, sir, a friend of mine joined a gang and then they tried to recruit
me.  I knew what would happen if I refused so that's when I decided my only
hope was to get out of the country, so I ..."

"Yeah, yeah, Bob already told me.  And if you went back your life would be
in danger, I get that.  It helps.  OK, so when you got here, with your
credentials, did you look for work in a Honduran restaurant?  Some of those
joints would pay you under the table."

"Until they got raided, sir.  I didn't want to work illegally, there's no
future in that."

You're right about that, kid – always living in fear.  Alistair looked
at Will.  "So, young Will, what's your setup here?"

"There are three of us chefs, sir.  We cook for all the guys who live here
and take box lunches to the crew on three construction sites, soon to be
four.  Sometimes we serve over thirty lunches and almost as many at dinner.
And on the side I do private catering, when I can find time."

"That's a shit load of work, kid, for the three of you."

"Tell me about it sir.  I've been looking for help but I really need
someone I don't have to teach ... no time.  I'd prefer someone who could
teach me – like Felipe here and his baleadas.  We have lots of Hispanic
workers on the sites, and on my catering gigs, but the twins and me are not
real good at Hispanic food."

"So what about Felipe here?"

"Oh I can't hire him, sir.  Well," Will smiled, "you would know that better
than anyone, sir.  We don't pay anyone under the table."

"Cheeky young tyke," Alistair laughed.  "Bob, am I sensing some kind of
conspiracy here?"

"Alistair," Bob smiled, "you know me better than that.  When have I ever
coached witnesses?  I know these boys and I let them speak for themselves.
They would never lie to me or anyone else.  That's the only advice I gave
them – to be themselves."

Alistair patted his arm. "Bob, I've said it before, you could charm the
birds out of the trees. That's what makes you such a fine lawyer.  You
really should have been a trial lawyer ... you'd have judge and jury eating
out of your hand ... twisting them round your little finger ... they'd be
putty in your hands."

Bob laughed, "Alistair, somewhere in that blizzard of mixed metaphors I
detect a compliment, and I thank you."

Alistair roared with laughter.  "OK, guys, I've heard enough.  "Thank you,
kids, for the food and the pep talk.  Could you leave us alone now? I need
to talk to Bob."

"Thank you, sir," Will said.  "Er, I have a specialty of my own.  It's a
dessert, rhubarb pie ... with your coffee, sir?"

"Rhubarb pie eh?  I ain't had that since kindergarten.  OK, Will, bring it
on.  Oh, and one more thing Felipe, real important." Felipe stopped
nervously as he prepared to leave.  Alistair said, "I ain't suggesting a
bribe or anything, God forbid, but er ... any chance I could get your
baleadas recipe for my wife?"

Felipe smiled.  "With pleasure, sir.  I have a copy in the kitchen.  I'll
ask Will to bring it up with the pie.  And, er, thank you for listening to
me, sir, and letting me tell my story."  The boys shook his hand and they
left.

Alistair smiled at Bob.  "You were right, Bob, he's a charmer alright.  Got
everything going for him – except a work permit.  So we'll see what we
can do about that.  Hell, some of the guys I represent can't even speak
English.  This kid not only speaks English, he does it with a classy
British accent – the `Queen's English' yet.

"Yeah, Bob, I think we have a strong case.  Couple a things though.  Until
I open the case and get the ball rolling, the boy should stay here, go out
as little as possible.  If he were to get pulled over by the cops without
documents it could get messy.  I could bail him out but ..."

"Don't worry about that, old buddy.  Felipe loves it here and we love
having him here.  We're ready to sponsor him or whatever you call it.  You
have my personal guarantee that he's not going anywhere until we get the
high sign from you.  And er, by the way, send your bill to me and I'll take
care of it myself."

Alistair started to protest but Bob said, "Dude, you are not only my friend
you're a lawyer.  This is your business.  I know you do a lot of pro-bono
work, but I can afford it, so I want no favors."

"Nor me," Alistair chuckled, "except maybe that kid's baleadas recipe."

"And you're probably gonna want the rhubarb pie recipe for your wife when
you taste it.  I'll make sure you get that too.  Not that it's a bribe or
anything," Bob laughed.

"Bob, old buddy, we should do lunch more often."

"Just say the word, dude."

<><> BOB RUNS THE SHOW <><>

Will took him the rhubarb pie and both recipes, then went back to the
kitchen until they finally saw Bob escorting Alistair to the gate.  Before
they reached it Randy came in and shook hands boisterously with Alistair.
"Hey, Alistair, good to see you again.  They give you a good lunch?"

Alistair held up the recipes. "Your new kid really knows how to cook.  I
got two recipes out of it, my wife's gonna love me."

"And, er, you think you can do anything for the boy?"

"I believe so, Randy.  You know there's no such thing as a slam dunk in my
business, but this case comes close."  Randy was wearing an old
oil-streaked T-shirt, dirty jeans and muddy boots.  Alistair grinned, "You
just come straight from work?  Man, every time I see you two Bob's dressed
up like a guy in a catalogue and you're ..."

"Looking like something the cat drug in," Randy laughed.  "I know, but
someone's gotta do the heavy lifting, dude.  I'm the brawn of this outfit
and he's the brain – I make the money and he counts it.  And I'm happy
to say the big bucks are rolling in.  So don't be shy about sending us your
bill.  You're worth every penny, man."

After Alistair left Randy said, "Well done dude. Everything you're doing
for this kid, I'm real proud of you."  He frowned.  "Only thing is, you
know how I get when I see you take control like this, arranging everyone's
life, the man in charge.  Makes me real mad and real horny."

"Here we go again, another episode of Who's The Boss?

"Wrong – the title of this show is `I'm the boss."  And when you've
finished with the kids here, I want you upstairs so I can prove it, ya
hear."

"Loud and clear, master," Bob grinned, his cock swelling in his smart
slacks.

They parted, and in the kitchen the boys tensed and Will held Felipe's
hand.  Bob came in and they relaxed when they saw the broad smile on his
handsome face.

"Guys you were brilliant.  The way you pushed your education and
qualifications, Felipe, and you Will, all that stuff about wanting an
assistant specializing in Hispanic cuisine."

"But sir, that's all true," Will protested.  "You know how short-staffed we
are in the kitchen.  If Felipe had a work permit I'd hire him in a second."

"Yeah, Alistair is working on that, `cos he's agreed to take your case,
kiddo."  There were huge sighs of relief from the boys.  "Listen I need to
talk to you two, Jamie and the twins.  Ah, here come the twins, let's go
outside.  Felipe go and rouse Jamie – he's probably in bed with Mark."

Felipe went in and hesitated at the bedroom door.  He coughed and cleared
his throat until Jamie came out naked and, Felipe was sure, spotted with
cum.  "Jamie, sorry to interrupt but ..."

"That's OK, dude, I was waiting for you.  How'd it go with Bob's lawyer?"

Felipe beamed, "It was perfect, Jamie, and Bob says that Alistair is taking
my case.  He thinks we got a strong chance.  Bob wants to meet with us in
the garden."

"Outstanding, dude.  Er, Mark's gone back to sleep after ... you know
... so I'll be right out."

When they were all sitting round the table on the lawn, Bob said, "OK, so
here's the scoop.  Alistair thinks we have a strong case, but he cautioned
that it's not yet a done deal.  These things take a long time, but I have
every confidence in him – he's absolutely the best.

"He'll get the ball rolling right away, but it'll take a while to pull all
the paperwork together and file the case.  And here's what happens in the
meantime.  Until he gives us the OK, Felipe, you are to stay here in the
compound and not go out.  At this early stage if the cops pulled you over
..."

"Sir, don't worry, sir, I'm perfectly happy to stay here forever.  Lock me
in the kitchen, then at night lock me in Jamie's apartment."

Jamie laughed, "No one's gonna lock you up, kiddo, but I'll make damn sure
you stay here, even if I have to tie you to the bed.  Hmm, now there's a
thought."

Amid the laughter Kyle said, "Sir, you know the work pressures in the
kitchen.  I know we can't actually employ Felipe, but could he work with us
for free?"

"I think we can go one better than that, guys.  I hate the idea of someone
working for no pay.  And although Alistair didn't say it in so many words,
he hinted that it would be OK if I gave Felipe an allowance equal to the
standard wage.  It would be just between him and me, not wages.  And
there's nothing to stop him working for you for nothing.  Any objections?"

"Sounds like a deal, sir," Kevin said.  "Actually tonight there'll be a lot
of people for dinner as the guys are getting back from Phoenix.  So Felipe,
if you could report to the kitchen at about five-pm that would be great.
Is that OK with you, Jamie?"

"He'll be there, dude ... even if I have to untie him from the bed," he
laughed.

"Right," Bob said, "thank you guys.  Now I gotta go and take care of
Randy."  The boys exchanged smiles, knowing just what that meant.

<><> EDDIE – ENTER TALKING <><>

Bob and the twins went back into the house leaving Jamie, Will and Felipe
alone to talk.  But they weren't alone for long, before a truck pulled up
at the gate amid a babble of voices and slamming doors.  The gate burst
open and Eddie rushed in, followed by Vic and Noah and Eddie's man, the
Marine Hassan.

Jamie said quietly to Felipe.  "The three boys have just come back from the
rodeo in Phoenix.  Hassan told us he was picking them up at Burbank Airport
which is not far from here.  I'll introduce you, but don't worry, you won't
have to say much ... you won't be able to.  Eddie will do all the talking,
trust me.

Eddie's voice pierced the air.  "Dudes, we're ba..aack!  Hey, you must be
Jamie's new friend Felipe.  Welcome to crazy house, dude.  I'm Eddie, the
Marine's boy, and this is Hassan." The swarthy muscular Arab Marine smiled,
reached across the table and shook Felipe's hand.

Eddie gushed, "And these two guys are Noah and Vic, they're cowboy
Charlie's boys.  He's a rodeo star and I've been taking pictures of him and
his buddies for a calendar."

The boys smiled their greeting, then left to go see their boss Brandon in
the office.  Hassan also excused himself to go and unload their gear, but
Eddie sat down, determined to talk.

"So, like I said, we've been with Charlie in Phoenix – what a stud,
everybody's wet dream of a gorgeous cowboy, specially with no shirt on, you
would not believe.  But we ain't been out of the loop, we've been hearing
all about you.  See we got this grapevine thingy so word goes around fast
and we know everything the minute it happens.  You're cute by the way,
Jamie's a lucky guy. And what a story you got, what an adventure."

"Well it didn't really feel like an adventure, so much as ..."

"We know," Eddie charged on without pausing for breath, as Jamie smiled and
squeezed Felipe's hand under the table.  "You are gonna stick around
though, aren't you?  We heard about your little problem ... well not so
little actually, but apparently Bob's taken over, so how did it go with his
buddy the immigration guy?  Listen, dude, with Bob on your side you can't
lose.

We got a saying round here that nobody says no to Bob.  Well, except Randy
maybe. But that's a whole `nother story, we'll talk later.

"Come to think of it, nobody says no to Randy either unless they wanna get
their ass creamed.  Like the time ... but that's a whole other story too.
So, dude, you gonna work with Will here and the twins?  About time, they
got some help.  But don't say anymore yet ..." (chance would be a fine
thing, Jamie thought) ... "cos I gotta get your story on video, dude.  See,
I'm a cameraman, I work with Jamie on this big surfer movie, Hassan's real
proud of me ..."

"And talking of Hassan," Will barged in, grabbing an opening, "He hasn't
seen you for three days.  Don't you think he might be kinda horny and need
some ...?"

"Uhh," Eddie inhaled dramatically, "sure he does.  I gotta go, can't
neglect my man.  Golden rule around here, dude, take care of your man.
I'll see you later dude and we'll talk some more."

"You mean you'll talk some more and we'll listen," Jamie chuckled softly as
Eddie sped away.  "Thanks for that Will, brilliant save there."

"I'm used to it, Jamie – you just gotta wait for that tiny gap and leap
in.  "OK, I gotta go help the twins prep dinner.  You two probably need
some time alone.  But like the twins said, Felipe, you'll be in harness at
five o'clock as the fourth chef.  Welcome aboard, buddy."

He ran off to the kitchen and Felipe smiled at Jamie.  "Wow, so that was
Eddie.  He's wonderful.  I'm loving all these guys, Jamie."

"Glad to hear it, dude.  But at last I've got you alone, so let me show you
round the garden here while we talk. OK?"

"Right there with you, Jamie."

"Mmm, that sounds good," Jamie smiled, throwing his arm over Felipe's
shoulder.

<><> ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS PUSH <><>

They walked in companionable silence through the shrubs and flower beds
until they came to a clump of trees round a small clearing, a lawn area
with a small fountain in the middle.  Felipe smiled, "This is beautiful,
Jamie."

"One of my favorite places in the whole compound, dude.  And d'you feel the
vibrations?  This is where a lot of guys come when they want to be alone
and make love.  Let's rest here a while."

They knelt down then lay on the grass on their sides facing each other,
propped on one elbow.  Jamie picked a blade of grass and stroked Felipe's
face with it.  "I'm so glad the interview went well with Bob's friend
Alistair.  You should be feeling pretty good right around now, buddy."

"Jamie, it's all happened so fast I can hardly take it in.  I keep thinking
I'm going to wake up and find it's all been a dream.  And Jamie, you
started it all, right from that moment we met at the beach.  I owe it all
to you, I can never thank you enough.  I wish I could find a way to do
that.  I would give you anything, Jamie, do anything you wanted me to.

"Dude, I told you before, I don't want you to do anything out of gratitude.
Just being with you here is thanks enough for me.  But ... well there is
one thing I would like."

"I think I know what that is, Jamie.  You want to fuck me.  When Mark
fucked me this morning I loved it so much that I spurted my juice right
away as you saw.  And after Mark had – how do you say – broken me in?
– my very next thought was how much I wanted to give my ass to you.  Is
that what you want, Jamie?"

"Of course it is, buddy," Jamie laughed.  "Of course I want to fuck you
... but not right now." Felipe looked disappointed but Jamie said, "That's
not a bad thing, dude.  Let me explain.  I told you from the start I wasn't
looking for a boy, who I could fuck whenever I came home, like Mark does
me.  I don't like putting labels on things, but the younger brother image
works for me.

"I want us to be equals, dude.  But so far you've been the helpless one,
just because of the immigration thing.  I don't want you to feel helpless
or ... or inferior in any way.  I want us to be buddies and, yeah, that
means fuck-buddies too.

See, I don't feel like there's any kind of top-man bottom-boy thing about
us. You remember how we sixty-nined and sucked each other off?  We were
completely equal there and I loved that.  Sure, I am gonna fuck you soon,
Felipe.  But before that, I ... I want you to fuck me, dude."

Felipe's jaw dropped.  "You what?  I mean, I should ... but I've never in
my life ..."

"That's it, I wanted to be your first ever.  But I'm sorry, maybe I'm going
too fast.  I don't wanna embarrass you ... I understand if you can't get it
up for me."

"Jamie, I'm hard as a rod just lying here looking at you."

Jamie beamed.  "So what are we waiting for?  Stand up, dude."  They got up
and stood facing each other.  Jamie pulled off his own T-shirt and flung it
dramatically on the ground, as if to signal the start of some ritual.
Their eyes met, Felipe smiled, then pulled off his own shirt and flung it
down just as theatrically, stomping his foot on the ground like a toreador.

They laughed and kicked off their sneakers, seeing who could kick them
farthest away.  They dropped their shorts and stood staring at each other,
naked, their cocks standing out hard as poles. With as much authority as he
could muster Felipe said, "Get on your back man."

Obediently Jamie dropped to the ground and stared up at his handsome young
friend – his younger brother, as he fantasized.  But Felipe stared down
at the bronzed surfer and faltered.  "You're so beautiful, Jamie, and
you're used to Mark.  How could I ever compete with ..."

"You don't have to, Felipe.  Mark is a tough cop, giving orders to his boy.
This is totally different, more like brothers.  Think of it as fucking your
older brother.  Here, this'll help."

Jamie reached over to his discarded shorts and pulled out a tube of lube
that he tossed up to Felipe.  He caught it and squeezed out a big glob that
he spread over his cock. The feel of his own cock in his hand restored his
confidence, especially when he saw Jamie pull his legs back and offer his
ass.

Felipe knelt on the grass behind Jamie and pushed his legs farther back.
He fumbled with his own lubed cock and again lost confidence, but the sight
of the downy blond hair round Jamie's butt spurred him on and he pressed
the head of his cock against the hole.  He looked down at Jamie who smiled,
"That's it, bro.  Now all you have to do is push."

So Felipe pushed.  And, for the first time in his life, he felt the
exquisite sensation of his cock sliding into the warm depths of another
man's ass – his lover's ass.  The feeling was so intense he lost control
and ...  Jamie stopped him.

"No, stop, dude. Wait, take a deep breath and look into my eyes.  Don't cum
yet.  Make it last."

Felipe did as instructed and felt his mounting climax recede, until he felt
confident enough to pull slowly back, almost out, then ease it carefully
back in.  When his cock pulsed he paused, relaxed, then eased in again.

A smile spread over his face as he looked down at Jamie, then he leaned
forward and pinned Jamie's wrists to the ground as Mark had done to him.
"You see?" he grinned.  "I can be the ... the bush one."

"That's `butch', dude."

"Yes, butch, that's the one," Felipe said with a definitely non-butch
giggle."

"A little fantasy always helps," Jamie smiled.  "Two brothers in a sunny
garden, the younger one fucking his older brother."

Felipe's eyes gleamed.  "Yes ... yes ... my brother, my lover, my friend.
I love you Jamie.  I've never felt anything so ... aaahh ... it feels so
good inside you ... your ass is so warm."

He took his hands off Jamie's wrists and planted his palms on his chest.
Jamie reached up and twisted his fingertips lightly round Felipe's nipples.
He gasped and Jamie paused, careful not to make him cum.

But Felipe was now in control of himself and Jamie, and their love-making
assumed a natural rhythm as the dark-haired young jock rose and fell over
the blond, his cock driving inside him with increasing force.

Sure, Jamie loved taking it from Mark, but this was exciting in a different
way.  Felipe's mix of youthful lust and hesitancy did not detract from his
natural masculinity.  Jamie could easily imagine that he was teaching his
inexperienced younger brother how to make love.  He found it incredibly
sexy to be topped by the once-fearful boy he had met at the beach, now
shedding his fears and asserting his natural virility.

He saw the gleam of confidence in Felipe's eyes, which made him sexier than
ever before and triggered the approach of Jamie's own orgasm.  Felipe was
in full flood now, fucking with increasing vigor, staring down at the naked
blond surfer pounding his cock in his fist.  Felipe panted, "You're so
sexy, dude, you're gonna make me cum.  Cum for me, man, let me see you
shoot your juice all over that gorgeous body."

"Right there with you, bro.  Your cock feels so damn hot.  Let's do it,
dude ... here it comes ... fuck ... fuck ... yeaahh!"  Jamie's cock erupted
while Felipe threw his head back and howled, as he pumped semen in the hot
depths of his buddy's ass ... stream after stream.  He fell forward onto
Jamie and there was no sobbing this time, only laughter – the joyful,
jubilant laughter of two young men learning to love.

<><> THREE'S A CROWD?  <><>

Minutes later they were lying side by side on their backs, their naked
bodies dappled by the sun shining through the trees.  They didn't talk
about what had just happened, there was no attempt to analyze it.  It
simply felt natural, part of their new lives together.

Feeling at peace for the first time in years Felipe said, "This is such a
beautiful garden, Jamie."

"Yeah.  Miguel's boy Finn does most of the gardening here, he loves it.
Finn's changed a whole lot.  Used to be a street hustler but Miguel took
him on as his boy and tamed him.

"You don't know Miguel yet, but you have things in common.  Like you, he's
Hispanic and a chef – except he's the executive chef at a big fancy
hotel. He'll love meeting you, and you two should get on well.  Just don't
upset his boy Finn, is all, he can be unpredictable.  You know that old
saying, `You can take a boy off the streets but you can't take the streets
out of the boy'."

Felipe sighed.  "So many things I have to get used to.  I should go to Bob
now to thank him properly for everything he's doing for me."

"That would be good, but there's no big hurry. I have a feeling Bob is
still `taking care' of Randy."

"And what about us tonight, Jamie, with Mark and everything?  I've heard
another old saying – `three's a crowd'."

"Don't worry about that, dude, we just take our cue from Mark.  He's the
cop, the boss – the bush one as you would say."

Felipe laughed.  "Butch, butch, butch ... I never heard my English family
use the word, and I don't want to get it wrong again.  Ah, you have so much
to teach me, Jamie."

"And all the time in the world to do it, buddy. I'm sure of that."

Felipe kissed him, wrapped his arms round him and they dozed, naked on the
grass – new friends, lovers ... and brothers under the skin.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 584


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