Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 02:14:01 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 179  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 179
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  Sex games: four men in uniform, five naked boys.  "The shirtless fireman
gazed down at the hot young gypsy boy servicing his long shaft."  Then
Jason flaunts his beauty for the boys.  "They were awestruck by the
pornographic sight of the naked muscle-god fireman, arms roped behind him.
His chiseled features tensed, muscles flexed, as he pulled at the ropes,
rearing up like a maddened bull struggling to get free."

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

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 179 – "Men in Uniform – Boys in Heat"

While Randy, Zack and Adam and their boys were spending the weekend up at
the lake, Bob's elaborate plans for the guys left at home were paying off.
The first scenario had been a huge success, met with raucous cheers from
the boys, and a standing ovation from the men.

Mark, Hassan and Jason were all in uniform – police, fireman and Marine,
and Bob the host was looking gorgeous in his smart business suit, shirt and
tie.  The five boys –Jamie, Ben and Eddie and the twins – were
serving the four stunning men (maybe `servicing' would be more accurate),
dressed identically in white boxers briefs stretched over their bubble
butts, and tight white T-shirts, which they soon took off at Hassan's
order.

Bob made the boys write their names on slips of paper and throw them in
Mark's upturned police helmet.  One at a time the men were to pull out a
paper to see which boy they would be paired with.  Hassan went first and
drew ... the twins.  Hassan had been saying he wanted a blow job and he got
more than he bargained for, tied shirtless to a tree with the twins sucking
his cock in turn but pulling back just when he was about to cum.

His frustration drove him wild, a form of torture, as all five boys took
their turn, each of them bringing him to the brink of orgasm, then pulling
away.  He begged them to let him cum and they had to choose who was to
drink the soldier's cum.  "Me, sirs ... please," young Eddie had said
shyly, anxious to end his master's torment and make him cum.  And so he
did.  When it was over Eddie, on his knees, pulled back and grinned up at
his master, cum spilling from his mouth and running down his chin.  Hassan
smiled down at him, then said to the other boys.  "OK, boys.  Why don't you
give Eddie the reward he deserves?"

They circled round Eddie in admiration of their shy young friend and pulled
their stiff cocks from their briefs.  Their own climaxes had been building
from the beginning and it took only a couple of strokes.  Eddie gazed up at
the four gorgeous boys, watched them stroke their cocks over him, saw
streams of white jism pour from and felt them slam into his face.  He was
drowning in cum and, as the torrent continued, he burst into peals of
laughter, ecstatic at pleasing his master and now being soaked by the semen
of all his friends.

When the boisterous cheers and congratulations died down, they all took
their places again round the outdoor table and grabbed their drinks.  When
they were settled and well into their drinks, Bob grinned at them all and
said, "OK, guys ...who's next?"

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

They all looked at each other in anticipation, the boys fantasizing about
what might happen to them depending in whichever man drew them.  Enjoying
his role as master of ceremonies, Bob let the suspense build, then said,
"OK, we've had the military ... how about the fire department?  Your turn,
Jason."  The fireman grinned, pulled a paper from the helmet and gave it to
Bob who held it up high, the tension driving the boys crazy.  The gorgeous
fireman was a catch.  Even his vanity over his own chiseled features and
perfect physique was a turn-on.

With protests mounting Bob grinned, "OK, OK – here we go."  He unfolded
the paper and pointed it at ... Ben.  "Ben it is!"  Ben jumped to his feet,
beaming.  There was a slight tinge of disappointment that he had not been
drawn by Bob, the man he had slept with last night and had spectacular sex
with.  But Jason more than made up for it, the blond muscle-god who
featured prominently in the Fireman's Calendar the twins had under their
bed, and that all the boys had beaten off to at various times..

Ben had never done anything sexual alone with Jason except lust for him
from afar.  Jason had kept his distance too, reluctant to make a move on
Randy's kid brother, having faced the big guy's anger in the past.  But,
like all the boys, Ben got an instant hard-on whenever the fireman showed
up at the house, often shirtless as he was now.  Jason was vain and loved
showing off his body, as he had in the calendar, and that turned Ben on a
whole lot.  He was hoping there would be some of that exhibitionism now as
Jason stood up and stretched his glorious muscles, flexing them so they
rippled and gleamed in the midday sun.

Then he turned to face Ben.  He flashed a gleaming smile and said, "Hi,
kid.  About time we got together.  OK, first, I wanna see you butt naked."
"Yes, sir," Ben said firmly, kicking off his sneakers and dropping his
boxer briefs.  He stared at the shirtless fireman in yellow fire department
pants held up with red suspenders running up over his bare chest and
shoulders.  Ben's already semi-erect cock rose up stiff as a pole as if it
had a will of its own.

"Oh yeah," Jason said, stroking the bulge in his pants as he gazed at Ben.
"Now that's hot.  Turn round, boy."  Ben obeyed and flexed his ass cheeks,
accentuating the dimples in his perfect round globes.

"Shit damn, you got gorgeous buns, boy.  Here, let me get a taste of that."
He walked behind Ben, dropped to his knees, grabbed Ben's hips and buried
his face between the cheeks, savoring the taste of the fuzzy black hair
round his hole, licking the ass then pushing his tongue into the hole.  Ben
went wild feeling the fireman's tongue probing his ass and instinctively
began to stroke his cock.  He tried to turn his head round to see the
kneeling fireman, and as he did so he caught sight of them both reflected
in the big window of the house.

"Aaah," he moaned, "that looks incredible sir."  Jason pulled his head back
and looked at the window.  "Damn right, kid," he said gazing at his
reflection.  He jumped to his feet, cupped one hand over the bulge in his
pants and squeezed it, running his other hand over his own chest.  "Yeah,
that looks good, eh boy?  You get off on that muscle-stud fireman?"  Ben
was drooling.  "Yes, sir – looks gorgeous – real hot.  Don't stop,
sir, please."

While both men rubbed their cocks – Ben staring at Jason, and Jason
gazing at his own reflection – Mark leaned across the table and
whispered into Jamie's ear.  Jamie grinned and ran quietly into their
ground-floor apartment.  When he came out he was staggering under the
weight of a full-length mirror that he propped against a heavy chair in the
center of the lawn.

Mirrors to Jason were as irresistible as honey to a bear and he immediately
turned round to face this one.  "Yeah, that's better," he moaned.  "Man,
look at that!"  He was speaking to Ben but was totally absorbed in his own
image in the mirror.  He was a true exhibitionist, not furtive, just right
there out in the open.  He was so sure of his own stunning beauty that he
felt no inhibitions and flaunted it shamelessly.  The charge he got from
looking at himself was heightened by the knowledge that other guys were
watching him do it.  And it was this flaunting of his spectacular body that
really turned Ben on ... the other spectators too as they watched
fascinated.

Ben stood to one side, midway between Jason and the mirror.  He gazed
spellbound at the bare-chested fireman, then turned his head to see the
reflection in the mirror, then back again to the real man – his head
turning like a spectator at a tennis match.  He was in awe – not only of
the man himself but of his intensity as Jason gazed at the man in the
mirror as if he were seeing a muscular, half-naked stranger.

Jason was running both hands over his eight-pack abs, tracing the ridges
with his fingers.  He moved up to his pecs, clamped his palms over them and
dug his fingers into the solid muscle.  Then he rubbed the back of his
fingers lightly against his hard nipples, sending sensual waves of pleasure
through his body.  He moaned, "Look at that, boy – that look good to
you?"  Ben was mesmerized.  "It's so beautiful, sir.  Please don't stop."

Jason slid one hand down from his chest, over his abs, down to his waist
and eased it under the waistband of his pants until he was clearly grabbing
his cock underneath, judging by the ecstatic look on his face.  "Oh
yeah...!"  He used his other hand to twist his nipple in his fingers, hard
enough to hurt while he stroked his cock in his pants.  Standing to one
side Ben was beating his meat, staring at the fireman getting off on
himself.  Without breaking eye contact with his reflection Jason said, "You
into body worship, kid?  That really gets me off.  You up for that?  Come
on, boy, you know you wanna touch that body."

Did he ever!  Ben walked behind Jason and looked over his shoulder at the
mirror.  If he narrowed his eyes he too saw a stranger – a magnificent
muscle-god stripped to the waist – or almost.  Ben stroked Jason's
shoulders and eased the suspenders off, so they fell to his sides.  "Ah,
yeah," Jason sighed as he gazed at his bare chest.  He dropped his arms and
clasped his hands behind his back, his legs apart like a soldier standing
at ease.  He smiled at himself as he flexed his pecs and said to the boy
behind him, "Come on, stud ... work on that body."

Slowly Ben was becoming bolder.  From behind Jason he reached round and ran
his hands over the fireman's abs, over his chest, then grabbed the muscular
shoulders.  Finally, copying what Jason had done, he stroked Jason's
nipples, then squeezed them tight, hearing Jason's gasp and seeing the pecs
flex hard.  Jason tugged at his hands behind his back as if they were tied,
making his shoulder's bulge forward.  "Holy shit," he murmured, look at
that fucking firemen get his chest worked over.  That turn you on, boy?"

Ben wanted to show him just how much it turned him on.  He picked up one of
the ropes the twins had used to tie Hassan and grabbed Jason's wrists
behind his back.  "Is this OK, sir?" he asked quietly.  "I would like to
worship that fireman in the mirror while his hands are tied behind him."
Jason grinned lasciviously.  "Go for it, kid – whatever looks good."  So
Ben tied Jason's hands together behind him, and Jason pulled at them,
watching his muscles flex and bulge in the mirror as he struggled.  "Yeah,"
he breathed softly.  "Awesome."

Ben walked back, almost to the mirror and turned to face Jason.  Then he
glanced over at Bob to make sure all this was OK.  Like the other men, Bob
was really getting off on this exhibitionist show and he nodded
encouragement to Ben.  The boy fell to his knees, gazing up in awe at the
bound fireman, the muscles of his torso, arms and shoulders straining as he
pulled at the ropes binding him.

OK, Ben, thought, Jason wants body worship and that's just what he'll get.
A man as beautiful as that deserves it.  Ben fell on his stomach and began
to crawl across the grass toward him, dragging his naked body forward,
keeping his eyes focused on the gorgeous fireman.  Jason looked into the
mirror and saw himself stripped to the waist, his hands tied behind him,
and a naked boy crawling toward him in abject worship.  "Oh, man," Jason
said, "that is fucking spectacular."  He always got off looking at himself
but this stunning act of worship by the boy made his cock throb in his
pants.

Approaching Jason, Ben reached forward, clamped his hands round one of his
heavy, thick-soled rubber boots and pulled himself the rest of the way
until his face was over the boot.  Then he began to lick, tentatively at
first, but soon running his tongue hungrily all over one boot then the
other.  He paused, looked up at the chiseled features staring down at him,
and said softly, "You are magnificent, sir.  Please, I would like to see
more."  He pulled himself up until he was kneeling at the fireman's feet

In response Jason raised one foot and pressed the rubber boot against Ben's
chest.  Ben knew instantly what he was to do.  He grabbed the boot and,
with a series of tugs, pulled it off, then the heavy sock.  He did the same
for the other boot, then reached up to Jason's waist.  He unbuckled his
belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them open.  He gasped as he saw for the
first time the dark blue undershorts stretched over the long column of his
cock, so long that its tip poked out of the top of the shorts, oozing
pre-cum.

Ben pulled on the heavy pants, making them drop to the ground.  Then slowly
he pulled on the shorts, lowering them until the huge rod sprang out and
flicked pre-cum into Ben's face.  The shorts fell onto the crumpled pants
and Jason stepped out of them both.  The sight of the naked fireman almost
made Ben bust his load without touching himself.  He willed himself not to
cum, then fell forward against Jason's leg, throwing his arms round the
heavily muscled thigh and pressing his cheek against it.  He licked the
flesh ravenously, moving slowly up until he was breathing in the pungent
smell the sweaty groin.

He looked up and saw the fireman towering over him, his straining muscles
rippling as he pulled against the ropes behind him.  Jason looked first at
his own reflection, then down at the swarthy young gypsy boy worshipping
him.  "Go for it boy," he said.  "You know you're aching for it."  Ben
gazed at the tangle of blond pubic hair inches from his eyes and
impulsively buried his face in it, breathing in the bitter-sweet smell of
the damp hair.  He clamped his mouth over it, sucked it into his mouth,
tasting the fireman's man-sweat as the wiry hair filled his mouth.

Jason's heavy balls were brushing against Ben's face and he couldn't resist
them.  He let go the pubic hair and sucked one of the balls into his mouth.
He rolled the other ball in his fingers and managed to stuff it, too, in
his mouth.  There was a moment of panic as he choked, feeling he would
suffocate with the huge balls filling his mouth.  But he forced himself to
breathe through his nose and swallowed hard, feeling the trickle of Jason's
sweat running down his throat.

Jason was going wild as he gazed at the sight in the mirror – the naked
fireman, straining in bondage, his muscles rippling, the boy kneeling at
his feet, his V-shaped back tense as he worked on his balls.  Jason's balls
were on fire as they were tugged and squeezed, crammed into the warm mouth.
"Yeah," Jason shouted.  "Man, that looks awesome.  Suck those balls, boy
... worship them ... that feels so fucking hot."

Ben sucked harder as he felt Jason's long, stiff shaft slapping against his
face.  He had to have it.  He pulled his head back, stretching the
ball-sac, hearing the fireman's howl of pain – "aaagh!"  Suddenly the
balls popped out of Ben's mouth and Jason sighed with relief.  Ben steadied
himself by grabbing Jason's hips, then leaned forward and licked the
pre-cum dripping from his cock.  He looked up at the fireman with pleading
eyes and Jason said, "You wanna suck the fireman's cock, eh boy?"  "Yes
please, sir."  "You wanna drink the juice from his cock?"  "It would be an
honor, sir."  "So go for it."

Ben gazed up at the bound, naked muscle-god straining at the ropes round
his wrists.  He looked like a pornographic drawing Ben had once seen online
and he salivated knowing that he was about to taste the fireman's long,
thick rod.  The boy acted impulsively, roughly, as he had earlier with Bob.
He took the head of the cock in his mouth, paused, then slammed his face
forward into the pubic hair, choking on the cock as it plunged down his
throat.  "Aaagh!"  He heard Jason's scream and felt his body spasm, the
cock shudder in his mouth.

Ben gagged and pulled back, then plunged forward again, this time taking
the whole length of the cock without choking.  Able to relax his throat now
Ben began a ferocious attack on the cock.  He had none of the finesse of
Eddie, who knew how to caress a cock with his mouth.  Instead, trying to
mimic his rugged brother, Ben used raw strength, thinking that savagery
equaled sexuality, especially when used on a tough fireman.  Jason looked
down and saw the young dark gypsy face going wild, hammering his cock so it
slammed against the back of his throat again and again.

It was driving Jason wild.  His body thrashed and strained, veins standing
out on his bulging muscles as he approached his climax.  "That's fucking
amazing, man," he shouted, gazing at the mirror image of the naked fireman,
hands roped behind him, with the boy kneeling before him, muscles rippling
in his back as he pounded his cock.  Pushed to his limit he yelled, "Shit,
boy, I can't take any more – you're fucking killing me.  I gotta cum,
boy ... you're making me bust my load.  Here it comes, boy.  Aaagh!"

Ben almost choked as he felt the hot blast of semen smash against the back
of his throat.  But he managed to swallow – and swallow again and again
– tasting the pungent taste of hot jism pouring deep inside him.  He was
overwhelmed by the sexuality of this beautiful man, the narcissistic man he
had watched flaunting his magnificent body in front of the mirror, the man
whose wrists he had tied behind him, the man whose cock was in his mouth,
whose hot juice he was drinking.  Ben touched his own cock and didn't even
need to stroke it before he shot a massive load of cum over Jason's legs
and feet.

It seemed like an eternity until Jason's cock finally drained dry and slid
out of the boy's mouth.  Instinctively Ben leaned down and licked his own
cum from the fireman's legs and feet in a final act of worship.  Then he
gazed up in a trance and stammered, "Thank you, sir."  Jason, his breath
heaving, face dripping sweat, looked down at the stunning picture of the
swarthy young face, wild black hair clinging to his forehead, and mouth
sagging open with cum streaming from the corner of his mouth, down his chin
and onto his chest.

"Man, that's hot," Jason said.  "You are one spectacular young stud, boy –
fucking gorgeous."

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

It was a tableau of mutual admiration between the fireman and the young
gypsy boy, broken suddenly by the sound of applause.  Ben jumped to his
feet and turned round to the astonishing sight of the four boys gazing at
them, standing in a row beside the mirror, the twins standing on one side,
Jamie and Eddie on the other.  It was Jason who first grasped the full
impact of what he was seeing.  It was like five mirrors ... the real mirror
in which he could see himself, and the eyes of the four boys that shone
with admiration for him.  Jason knew that the best mirror of all was really
other men's eyes gazing adoringly at him.

It was too good for the exhibitionist in him to resist and Jason put on a
spectacular show.  Pulling hard at the rope tying his wrists behind his
back, his body heaving, muscles flexing, he paced round the lawn before the
mirror like a maddened bull struggling to get free.  The boys were
awestruck by the pornographic sight of the naked muscle-god, his chiseled
features contorted in pain as he pitched forward, then reared up, his
shoulders and arms flexed rock hard as he yanked at his restraints.

Spellbound, all four boys intuitively pulled their cocks from their shorts
and stroked them, and suddenly Ben had an inspiration.  He came behind
Jason grabbed the rope binding his wrist and yanked it upward.  "Aaagh!"
Jason screamed in pain as his arms were forced up behind his back in a
brutal double hammerlock.  He gazed at himself in the mirror, the helpless
fireman, shoulders on fire as the pressure forced them forward.  "On your
knees," Ben said, and Jason obeyed instantly in a vain attempt to ease the
pain.

But the pain only increased as his arms were pulled further upward.  The
reflection in the mirror was stunning, as was the sight of the four boys
approaching him slowly as they stroked their cocks.  They stood in a
semi-circle round the kneeling fireman, mesmerized by the sight of the
helpless captive, shoulders and chest flexed hard, streaming with sweat,
veins bulging, his handsome face twisted in pain, blond hair flying, eyes
brimming with tears.

"It's over when these boys all shoot their load," said Ben, grinning at the
boys.  He gave a final, vicious yank to the rope and Jason screamed,
"Aaagh, that's enough.  The pain in my arms ... I can't take any more.
Shoot ... please ... let me feel that juice...aaagh!"  The incredible sight
of the tortured fireman begging them to cum was so erotic the boys couldn't
hold back.  They held their cocks in their fists, pointing them at the
helpless man, and all four cocks erupted at once, slamming semen into the
handsome, agonized face.

Jason closed his eyes as he felt warm jism pouring over him – his hair,
forehead, eyes, his square jaw – then flowing down onto his straining
chest.  The boys could not believe their eyes as they saw the proud, vain
fireman – the man from the calendar – now humbled, grimacing in pain
and humiliation, his sculpted features streaming with the juice of four
boys.

At a sign from Ben they stepped to the side and Ben pulled on the rope,
easing him up to his feet.  Gently he pushed Jason toward the mirror and
untied his hands.  Jason's arms dropped to his sides and feeling returned
to his shoulders and arms.  He was standing two feet from the mirror but
the film of cum over his eyes gave him only a blurred vision of the naked
man reflected in it.  But as the cum drained away, his eyes began to clear
and slowly a stunning sight came into view, a gorgeous blond bodybuilder,
with cum flowing down his face and the pumped muscles of his chest.

Jason had gazed at the reflection of the proud fireman often, but he had
never seen himself so humbled, never seen himself more beautiful.  He
grabbed his cock and started to stroke it, gazing into his own blue eyes.
He was aware of the dark-haired boy standing next to him, also naked, also
pumping his cock.  "Sir, that was one of the most beautiful things I have
ever seen.  I hope I did you justice."

"Ben, many men have admired me but that was body worship at its finest.  He
was still gazing into the mirror.  "See those two guys, kid?  Let's make
love to them.  You ready?"  Ben grinned into the mirror.  "I'm right with
you, sir."  The two men in the mirror – one a rugged blond god, the
other a black-haired young gypsy, pumped their dicks hard until two streams
of white juice blasted from them and splashed against the mirror.

They grinned at each other and fell to their knees.  They leaned forward
and licked the thick, sticky liquid from the glass.  They ran their tongues
all over the mirror, over the reflection of their faces and kissed the lips
in the mirror, making love to themselves.  Their faces moved closer until
their mouths joined, pressing their lips against each other and against the
cum-slick glass – four men all kissing each other, mouths sliding over
the juice of their own passion.

Finally they pulled back and Jason turned to face the real, flesh-and-blood
Ben.  He spoke softly.  "I can teach you that and a whole lot more, Ben.
You're a real special boy and I want to really make love to you.  But first
I've gotta fuck that spectacular ass of yours – real soon.  How does
that sound?"  Ben looked down at his own cock that was already rock hard
again.  "Like that, sir," he grinned.  Jason burst out laughing and took
Ben into his arms.

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

"Fucking awesome, man," Mark said to Jason as he pulled on his shorts and
resumed his place at table.  Mark chuckled.  "You are the only guy I know
who could create a whole sexual performance out of pure narcissism and get
away with it.  How about it, boys?"

There was a chorus of approval and admiration for the awesome fireman, but
Bob perceived something different in Ben, who did not join in the vocal
enthusiasm but simply gazed adoringly at Jason.  Clearly Jason had awoken
something in the boy and, intuitive as ever, Bob saw a light in Ben's eyes
that he had seen only once before... when Ben looked at Randy.  A warning
tremor ran through Bob, but he instantly suppressed it.

"OK, guys," Bob said, "I don't know about you but I'm starved.  All this
sex has sharpened my appetite.  How about we call a lunch break before we
continue?"

Fine with me," Hassan grinned.  "Is there any more beer?"

The twins both stared at him in mock indignation.  "Sir, how can you ask
such a question in this house?  Coming right up."  The boys were all
dressed again in their white boxer-briefs (no shirts this time) though some
of them still had streaks of dry cum on their chests.  They all ran to the
kitchen and it wasn't long before Bob, Mark, Hassan and Jason were sitting
before piles of food, beer wine and whatever else they had ordered.

The boys were back to their role of cater-waiters, standing behind the men
with napkins draped over their arms.  "Hey, what's all this?" said Mark.
"You guys have put on a damn good show, so you eat with us, eh fellas?
"Damn right," said Jason.  "Gets my vote."

So the boys took their rightful places next to the men, resulting in an
instant rise in the noise level.  It was so loud that Bob barely heard the
sound of his phone ringing.  He looked at the screen and said, rather
sheepishly, "Randy again."  They laughed and Hassan said, "Jeez, the guy
just can't get you out of his mind, eh?"

"Guess not," Bob grinned and excused himself to go over to the shade of the
trees.  "What's up, buddy?" he said into the phone.  "Man," Randy said,
charging right to the point as always, "I can't get you out of my mind."

Bob grinned, "Hassan was right."  "What?"  "Never mind."

"Anyway, I'm coming to get you – you and Ben.  I mean ... hell – me,
you, Pablo and Ben, we're family and things don't feel right without you
two.  Besides I've gotta make up for the way I've been treating you.  We've
got another couple of days up here, so I'm coming back to get you and bring
you to the lake.  Think you can clear your calendar?"

"Sure, I ..."

"Good, so I'll see you soon.  Thing is, man, I miss you like hell."  The
phone clicked off abruptly and Bob went to the table again, beaming.  "He
misses me – me and Ben.  Says we're family.  He's coming to get us and
take us up to the lake."  There were enthusiastic reactions all round,
though Mark felt a twinge, seeing the excitement in Bob's eyes, wishing it
were for him.  Ben too felt a slight jolt; he had been enjoying the
unrealistic fantasy that Jason might ask him to go to his place later.  But
that thought disappeared quickly, replaced by the thrill Ben felt that his
big brother missed him and was coming to get him.

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

Throughout the meal Jamie and Eddie had been glancing at each other with
muted excitement.  They were the last two names to be drawn from the helmet
and they wondered, of course, which of them would get Bob and which one
Mark.  As the meal wound down and the men kicked back with their drinks,
the tension mounted and the boys glanced frequently at Bob, scrutinizing
his body language as he, the master of ceremonies, would decide on the
timing.

Finally it came.  Bob grinned at them both and asked, "What is it with you
two?  You've been jiggling in your seats since the meal began.  Something I
can help you with?"

They realized Bob was teasing them and they nodded wide-eyed.  "Oh, this?"
Bob said pulling the helmet toward him.  "Yeah I guess we do have two names
left in here.  OK, Mark, it's you and me, buddy.  Let's draw."  They dipped
their hands in the helmet smiling at each other, rummaging around, building
the tension.  Finally they pulled out a paper each and held them up,
grinning at the boys.  "OK, man," Mark said.  "Let's do it."  They opened
the papers and held them out – Bob toward Jamie and Mark toward Eddie.
"That's the way it goes, boys," Mark said.  "See?"  Jamie and Eddie looked
at the papers to make sure and let the truth sink in.

Jamie worked daily with Bob in the upstairs office, often with a boner in
his shorts, but hadn't had any sexual contact with him for a long time,
saving himself always for the moment Mark came in from work.  As for Eddie,
he had always, of course, admired Mark and even jerked off over his dirty
shorts a few times when he was cleaning his room, but he always considered
the rugged, powerful cop way too far above him, out of reach for a mere
houseboy.  So it was with bated breath that the two boys stared at the men
who had chosen them.

They took their cues from Bob and Mark of course.  Bob indicated they
should stay seated as he and Mark stood up and walked to the center of the
lawn.  There they stood facing each other, the handsome business executive
in his smart suit, white shirt and tie, and the blond, Greek-god police
officer in full black uniform and high motor-cycle boots.  Jamie, Eddie and
the other men and boys watched and listened in awestruck anticipation.

The men stared into each other's eyes and Mark said, "Remember how we first
met, buddy ... when I pulled you over on a remote hillside in Griffith
Park?"

"How can I forget it, man?  I was coming off a three-martini business lunch
and was driving drunk, so I asked if there was any way I could persuade you
not to write me a ticket."

"Yeah.  I made you get out of the car and stared at you.  You were wearing
exactly what you're wearing now and I got an instant boner under my
uniform.  I made you walk through the bushes to a clearing and told you to
strip.  God, I see it so clearly, and even now I get an instant hard-on.
You took off your jacket, then your tie and your shirt.  You looked so
fucking hot I busted a load in my pants.  Then I got embarrassed and drove
away."

"And you never did write that ticket," Bob grinned."

"No, but afterwards I cursed myself for losing my nerve and not going
further – not doing what I really wanted to do – strip off my own
shirt.  I wanted to feel you – hold you – kiss that gorgeous face.
Damn I wanted to do that."

There was a sudden silence as the spectators watched spellbound.  They had
all heard many times the erotic story of the day the police officer met the
businessman and some of the boys had, in the privacy of their bed, jerked
off fantasizing about it.  And now – could it be? – they were going
to actually see it?  Bob suddenly broke eye contact, turned his head and
nodded to Jamie and Eddie.  They stood up, ran across the lawn and stood at
attention by the two men, unsure of their role.

Still facing each other a few feet apart Bob and Mark locked eyes and Bob
smiled.  "So here we are again, officer."  "Yeah, here we are," Mark said.
"So show me, man."

Slowly Bob unbuttoned his jacket and shrugged it off his shoulders.  Jamie
instantly understood his role ... he and Eddie were to assist in this
erotic display.  He took the jacket from him and folded it over a lawn
chair.  As Bob loosened his tie, Mark undid the top button of his shirt,
showing more of the triangle of white T-shirt underneath.  Bob pulled off
his tie, put it in Jamie's outstretched hand, and undid two buttons of his
shirt.  The men maintained intense eye contact as they moved in unison,
undoing buttons one by one until their shirts hung open.

The contours of Bob's chest showed clearly under the white tank under his
shirt, and the slabs of Mark's pecs flexed under his T-shirt.  The boys,
gaining in confidence, stood behind them and gently pulled the shirts from
the waistband of the pants, then pulled them off their shoulders and folded
them over chairs.

"Oh shit, man," Mark said, "that's just how I remember it that first time."
Bob smiled, "And all the time I was wondering what you would look like
stripped to the waist.  Now you can show me what I missed."  They both
reached up behind their necks and pulled on their undershirts. Breaking
clear of their waist they rode up slowly over their washboard abs, over
their bulging pecs, up over their faces and off.  Unobtrusively Jamie and
Eddie took them from their hands.

Mark and Bob, both shirtless, gazed in awe at each other's chiseled
muscularity "Man, you are fucking spectacular," Mark breathed.  Bob smiled,
"You got that boner thing going again, officer?"  "Hell, yes," Mark said,
rubbing his hand over the bulge under the rough serge of his uniform pants.
Feeling the same impulse they reached forward and ran their hands over each
other's pecs, then concentrated on the nipples, rolling them gently between
their fingers, moaning loudly.

Suddenly there came a louder moan from the table.  The spectators there
looked at each other and saw the twins blushing.  Hassan and Jason grinned,
knowing that Kyle and Kevin had, as was their custom, jerked each other off
under the table, succumbing to the incredible sight of these two
spectacular men.  It acted as a release that allowed the men and boys to
all pull out their cocks and stroke them as they watched spellbound.

As it happened, the big, wide mirror that Jamie had previously propped
against a chair was still there, at an angle to Bob and Mark, so the
spectators could watch the live act and its reflection.  In a way, the view
in the mirror was even more erotic – like the opening set-up scene of a
pornographic movie – a motorcycle cop and a handsome businessman, both
shirtless, getting off on each other in the bushes.  Except that this was
to be better than any porn movie any of them had ever seen.

Mark and Bob both felt their rigid cocks oozing pre-cum in their shorts and
unzipped their pants.  Bob glanced at Jamie and Eddie and said only two
words – "Kneel, naked."  They didn't need telling twice.  In instant
obedience they dropped their shorts and knelt before the men who had drawn
their names – Eddie in front of Mark, and Jamie at Bob's feet.  They
looked up at the flawless bodies and faces, gasped as they saw the faces
push forward toward each other.

The men paused, their faces inches apart, and saw themselves reflected in
each other's eyes.  "I love you, man," Mark murmured and pressed his lips
against Bob's.  Instantly they were kissing each other ravenously, grinding
their mouths together with a building passion.  Beneath them the boys felt
the crotches press against their faces as the men leaned into each other.
They had no choice ... nor did they want one.

They buried their faces inside the open pants, closed their mouths round
the head of the rigid cocks and pulled them out.  With the pressure of the
men's hips crushing them the cocks slid inexorably into their mouths,
pressing against the back of their throats, forcing them to breathe through
their noses to prevent choking.  Despite the crush the boys could still see
from the corner of their eye the reflection in the mirror of the incredible
scene – Mark and Bob making love as they face-fucked the boys at their
feet.

Totally immersed in each other Bob and Mark were fantasizing.  They were
not only kissing each other, they were fucking each other.  They had fucked
in the past, but now it was as if they were fucking each other at the same
time.  Driven wild by the sensation, their hips moved faster, slamming
forward again and again.

The boys were overwhelmed by the taste, the smell of the men's cocks as
their faces were crushed against pubic hair and the fabric of the pants
pounding their faces.  The boys' heads were leaning back against the other,
so they felt the vibration of the other man, as if they were getting
double-slammed by the cop and the businessman.

They were nearly choking as the huge cocks swelled in their mouths and
tears streamed from their eyes.  Then suddenly they heard above them shouts
of euphoria ...  "I love you, man.  Cum for me ... shoot your fucking load,
man ... aaagh!"  The boys breathed frantically through their noses and
swallowed hard as hot juice poured down their throats and their own cocks
exploded over Mark's boots and Bob's loafers.

Mark and Bob were still kissing hungrily as their cocks drained into the
young mouths.  Finally they pulled apart, their eyes gleaming.  They
reached down, pulled the boys up by their armpits and took them in their
arms, kissing them open-mouthed so the bitter-sweet cum passed from mouth
to mouth.  At last the men held the boys at arm's length and smiled at
them, then at each other.

"And that," Mark said, "is the way it should have been the day I pulled you
over."

"Yeah," Bob grinned, "except we didn't have these two hot boys there," and
he ruffled their hair.

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

The guys round the table had been blown away by the spectacle and the
ground under the table was wet with cum.  But oddly there were no cheers or
applause.  Just like not applauding between movements of a symphony, there
was a silent expectation of another movement to cum.  And they were right.

There was a reluctance, too, among Bob, Mark and the boys to separate.  Now
that the sexual tension had been relieved they could relax and enjoy each
other.  Bob and Mark were content to gaze at each other running their hands
lightly over each other's bodies, and enjoy the care and attention they
were getting from the boys below.

Jamie and Eddie, exhilarated and emboldened by the role they had played in
the men's love-making, had exchanged conspiratorial glances and renewed
their attention to their respective man.  The men's cocks were now hanging
long and loose from their pants but the boys would soon take care of that.
They buried their faces in the damp pubic hair, breathing in the musky
smell of sweat and cum, then gently licked the balls and ran their tongues
the whole length of the cocks swinging between their legs.

For Bob and Mark, it must have been the seductive look in each other's
eyes, combined with the sensual feeling in their cocks and balls, but
slowly their cocks began to stiffen, to rise up until they were stiff as
poles once again.  The boys turned their heads and exchanged triumphant
smiles as Mark grinned at Bob and said, "Guess these boys can't get enough
– regular sex-machines.  But I have an idea what they really want.  You
with me, buddy?"

"You're in charge, officer."

"OK, boys," Mark ordered, "stand up.  The boys shot to their feet, Jamie
gazing at Bob and Eddie at Mark.  "OK, boy," said Mark sternly.  "So what
do you want?"

Eddie looked at the police officer, gulped, and took the plunge.  "Please,
sir ... I would like you to fuck me in the ass."

Mark tried to smother a smile as he looked at Bob.  More gently Bob said,
"Does that go for you too, Jamie?"  The reply was inevitable.  "Yes please,
sir."

"OK," Mark ordered, "turn and face each other.  They obeyed.  "You guys
like each other?"

"Yes, sir," they said in unison.

"Enough to do what Bob and I did?"  In response the boys smiled at each
other, pressed their naked bodies together and clamped their mouths over
each other in a heavy kiss.  "Oh yeah," Mark moaned, "that turn you on,
Bob, as much as it does me?"

"I'll say.  OK, let's do it, stud."  Bob and Mark yanked their pants open
wider so pants and shorts fell to the ground, pooling round their feet.

So intensely were the boys getting off on each other they were caught by
surprise as they suddenly felt hard rods driving into their asses.
Reflexively their heads jerked back and they howled, but the men pushed the
boys' faces back into each other and they were forced to continue grinding
their mouths together as they felt the rods jack-hammering their asses.

Mark and Bob reached round the boys waists and grasped each other's
forearms, pulling each other forward, squeezing the boys between them.
Despite being crushed Jamie and Eddie were just able to glance sideways and
see Mark and Bob skewering their asses as they made love to each other.

"Oh, man that feels good," Mark sighed.  "Young Eddie has a real sweet,
tight ass that would make grown men weep."

"Oh yeah," said Bob fucking Jamie.  "Man, I can see now why you rush home
from work every day with this young buck waiting for you on the bed."

And so the fuck continued – hard but not hard enough to hurt.  Crushed
together as they were the boys were becoming breathless and they clamped
their open mouths tight against each other, breathing together, sharing the
same air.  Just when they thought they might suffocate they felt, rather
than saw, the men's faces come together over their shoulders.

The spectators gasped as they saw man kissing man, boy kissing boy, and the
whole tight group of four shuddered.  The mouths broke free and their howls
echoed round the garden as, with one last savage thrust, the men's cock's
erupted in the young asses, and Jamie and Eddie shot streams of juice up
between their bodies.

It took a long while for their heaving chests and pounding hearts to
subside, but finally the men slowly eased their cocks out of the trembling
asses.  There was a long silence, broken suddenly by slow handclapping and
a deep voice saying, "That was some fucking show, guys."

Bob whirled round and saw Randy just inside the gate.  Excited, he ran
toward him – or rather tried to.  His pants were still tangled round his
feet so as soon as he tried to move he pitched forward and fell on his face
on the grass.  He caught his breath and looked up sheepishly at Randy who
towered over him, his arms folded across his chest.  "Well, well, well,"
Randy grinned.  "So this is what you get up to when the boss's back is
turned.  Still, at least you ended up right where I like you – sprawled
at my feet."

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

That remark, and Randy's good humor, dissolved all the tension and finally
unleashed a crescendo of cheers and laughter from the guys round the table.
In one strong move Randy scooped Bob up off the ground and threw his arms
round him, kissing him hungrily like a starving man.  Finally he turned to
the assembled group of shirtless men and said, "Looks like you guys have
been having a hell of a party.  Ben, I want all the details from you as we
drive up to the lake ... and you can bet your life Darius will want you to
`spill the beans' when we get there.  Sorry to pull Bob and Ben away from
the festivities, guys, but I need them at the lake."

"Yeah, we know all about that," laughed Mark, pulling up his pants.  "But
take a quick break before you drive back, man ... have a drink."

"OK," Randy said, "but just a soda.  I have been known to drive drunk in my
time" (muffled laughter round the table) "but not when I'm hauling a
precious cargo like Bob and Ben here."

Bob pulled on his boxers and Ben his boxer-briefs and they all took their
places at the table, the men catching up with the events at the lake and
the boys talking excitedly over each other.  All except for Ben who was
sitting close to Jason, gazing admiringly up at him, unable to rid his mind
of the extraordinary sex they had shared, and the contagious effect of
Jason's narcissism.  Every time Jason smiled at him Ben blushed.

All this was not lost on Randy.  He was engrossed in Bob, but every time he
looked at his kid brother the boy was staring at Jason with an adoring
look.  Bob too knew exactly what was going on (he remembered the way Ben
gazed at Jason after their wild sex scene) and he was relieved when Randy
stood up and said, "OK, time to go.  Bob, Ben you'll be just fine in the
shorts you're wearing.  We got everything else up at the lake."

Before they left Randy pulled Bob and the twins aside and Randy spoke to
the twins earnestly.  "Now Kevin, Kyle, you're part of our little family
too, being Bob's boys and terrific kids.  So if you want to come too that'd
be great..."

"Sir" said Kevin, "Kyle and me have talked about that and, if it's all the
same to you, we'd like some quiet time here with the guys.  It's probably
gonna be kinda crowded and noisy up there at the lake."  Kyle took over and
grinned.  "Course, when you all get back – that's another story."  Randy
smiled at them and folded his arms round both of them in a tight hug.
"You're the best, guys.  We'll make it up to you – promise."

Bob flashed a quick smile at Randy.  For all his toughness and aggression
the big boss could be surprisingly kind and gentle with people he
loved. Bob knew his twins well and knew that the rough and tumble at the
lake would not really be their scene, but he loved Randy for his tender
consideration.  Bob hugged the boys and then turned to Mark for a final
check that all was OK.  "Hey, buddy, you sure that ...?"

"Listen, my friend," Mark reassured him, "go up to the lake and have a
great time.  Hassan and Jason will stay the rest of the weekend here with
me, Jamie, Eddie and the twins and maybe this time we'll actually be able
to relax.  That was a great show you put on, buddy.  Brought back old
memories."  They hugged ... then Randy, Bob and Ben were gone.

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

As Randy's truck roared up the freeway, with Ben sitting between the two
men, there was silence at first, and Bob knew Randy was brooding over the
attraction that Jason and Ben had openly displayed toward each other.
Randy admired Jason in some ways and had to admit he was a great looking
man, but he didn't get off on Jason's vanity, something he saw as less than
masculine.  Whatever else he was, he certainly wasn't the guy for his
little brother.

Bob sensed that this issue could be a brewing storm, so he distracted Randy
with a vivid account of the night he had spent with Ben.  He described the
extraordinary way that Ben had rode Bob's cock and had then been
transformed into a young version of Randy, pacing the floor like a young
stallion and finally fucking Bob savagely just as Randy would have done.

Randy's eyes gleamed during the story and when it was over he said in
amazement, "He did that?  Just like me, you say?  A chip off the old block,
eh boy?  I'm proud of you.  Damn, I wish to hell I'd seen that.  Maybe you
can give a repeat performance when we get back."

"Yeah," Bob went on, grinning at Ben, "and afterwards as we lay there
together Ben asked if it would be OK if he could think of me as an older
brother.  Said it would be cool to have two."

"Damn right," Randy said enthusiastically.  "We're family.  You and me,
Bob, we'll both be big brothers to the kid ...and we've got Pablo and the
twins too.  I like that."  There was another silence as Randy smiled to
himself, fairly glowing with the idea of their little family.  Bob relaxed,
thinking that he had poured some oil on what could have been troubled
waters.  But then Ben blew it."

"There's another thing, sir," Ben said boldly.  "Would it be OK if I went
over to Jason's soon on my own and spent some time with him?"

Bob tensed as he heard Randy's sharp intake of breath.  "No," Randy
growled, "that would not be OK.  Permission denied."

"But sir," Ben protested, "I know Jason likes me a lot and I sure as hell
like him so why..."

Randy slammed his hands on the steering wheel.  "I said no, boy!  I'm your
brother, the answer's no and that's the end of it!"

Ben was cranking up for another protest but, as Randy stared stonily at the
road ahead, his jaw clenched, Bob looked at Ben with raised eyebrows and
shook his head.  Ben took the hint and settled into a sullen silence.

Grateful for the reprieve, Bob thought to himself, `Better let that one
percolate slowly.  Not gonna be an easy sell."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 180

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