Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2015 17:17:59 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 282  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 282
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: Grady hires the twins to cater his party. That's not all
they cater to. "The muscle-jock was double teamed by the beautiful
brothers, both their rods inside him, making love to each other as they
made love to him."  Then Grady grapples with the rugged Aussie stud
Adam. "The tribe was dazzled by the homoerotic display of two alpha males
writhing in lust, the shaft of one buried deep inside the other."

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CHAPTER 282 – "GRADY, THE TWINS & THE AUSSIES

Up on the Central California coast in a remote cliff-top house, the
stunning foursome, Randy and Bob, Mark and Hassan, played, reminisced,
laughed and got drunk.  And it goes without saying that the four beautiful
alpha males made love – a whole lot.

By contrast, meanwhile, back in town the newcomer to the tribe, Grady, had
been working long hours at the film studio in his role as the New Tarzan.
But at last he came home to announce to Steve and Lloyd that he had an
upcoming four-day weekend off.  And he wanted to do something special.

"Guys," he said, "if it's OK with you I want to give a party, a dinner
party ..." he looked at them apprehensively ... "for the whole tribe –
everyone.  See, I really want to show my gratitude to you all.  Ever since
I showed up here, you two especially and all the men and boys have treated
me like a king – and I don't mean the King of the Jungle."  He grinned.
"Well, that too from time to time."

He hastened to reassure them.  "I promise it wouldn't mess up your house or
interrupt your lives too much.  I'd hire caterers and they would leave the
house in mint condition.  Anything you object to, I'd make sure ..."

"Hey, hey, don't sweat it, Grady," Steve smiled.  "That's a terrific idea
and the house will survive just fine.  We've had big parties before –
well, maybe not quite that big – and as for our lives, an interruption
is probably just what we need right now."

"Phew, that's a relief," said Grady.  "Thanks guys.  Thing is, the money's
starting to come in from the studio, more money than I've ever had, so I
want the best.  If you know any real good caterers, probably from somewhere
like Beverly Hills, I'd be grateful..."

"Sure," Lloyd jumped in, "we know the best caterers there are – gourmet
food, great service and a gorgeous pair of guys into the bargain.  You know
them too, as a matter of fact."

"I do?" Grady frowned.  Then the penny dropped and his eyes opened wide.
"You mean the twins!  Of course, I should have thought of them.  But are
they up to catering a group this big?"

Steve burst out laughing.  "Hell, Grady, they cater to a crowd almost this
big every day of their lives, often twice a day.  Here, why don't I invite
them up here for a meeting and you can judge for yourself?"

And so, a few hours later Grady was swimming naked in the pool and as he
broke the surface he saw the two identical young brothers standing on the
deck, looking handsome and immaculate in white shorts and matching blue
shirts hanging open over their flawless chests.

Taken by surprise Grady pulled himself out of the pool and stood there butt
naked, water streaming down his muscular body.  He looked round for a towel
but there wasn't one, so he blushed and said lamely, "Hi guys ... thanks
for coming up here."

Smiling serenely at Grady's embarrassment and total unfazed by his
nakedness, Kyle and Kevin spoke confidently – and in sequence.  "Hello,
sir ... how can we help you?"  "We're sure we can provide for all your
needs – anything at all."

Grady stammered, "Er, yeah, sure, thanks for coming up here.  Oh I already
said that didn't I?"  Amused by Grady's befuddlement Kevin picked up a
towel and handed it politely to him.  "Here, is this what you were looking
for sir?"

"Yeah, yeah, thanks kiddo."  As he wrapped it round his waist and his
semi-stiff cock he flashed his gleaming smile.  "Hey, nothing you haven't
seen before, eh guys?

"But not as often as we would like, sir," Kyle grinned impishly.

Kevin got back to business.  "Would you care to sit in the shade and
discuss your plans, sir?"  Grady allowed himself to be steered toward a
table shaded by a blue awning projecting from the house.  Both boys were
carrying satchels and, when they were seated, Kyle pulled out of his three
cut crystal water glasses and a tall bottle of sparkling water.  It was
part of the sales presentation they had originally devised with Bob's help.
Beverly Hills had nothing on them.

Grady stared wide-eyed as Kyle poured the water and Kevin produced from his
satchel glossy pamphlets and a brochure with various menus.  "These are
just suggested menus, sir, but we can of course customize the meal to your
specific desires.  We're well-known for providing exactly what the client
asks for."

A glance flashed between them and Grady sensed they were talking about more
than just food.  These twins seemed to communicate in a silent language all
their own.

Grady was amazed at their poise and professionalism, clearly products of
being Bob's boys.  Most of the boys round here seemed to take on the
characteristics of their masters.  Plus, these guys were, in their
understated way, stunningly beautiful and, as he looked from one to the
other, Grady's cock was stiff under his towel.

The twins glanced at each other and Kyle began.  "Sir, if we could make a
suggestion first, Perhaps a Sunday Brunch in the shade of this awning would
be more festive than dinner.  Then your guests can stay for the afternoon
if they want to and it would become a kind of pool party."

"Terrific idea, Kyle.  I should have thought of that."

"No need, sir," Kevin smiled.  "We're the experts.  That's why you need to
hire us."

With that settled, the twins, speaking in turn in a seamless presentation,
led Grady through the menu course by course, followed by wine choices and
after-dinner drinks, table decorations and details Grady would never have
thought of.  Grady saw Bob's hand in all this.  He had no doubt Bob helped
to produce the brochures and coached them on salesmanship to great effect.

Grady made his selections, based mostly on their recommendations.  "Looks
perfect to me, guys.  What'll there be ... fifteen, sixteen guys?"

"Place settings for twenty-one, sir," Kevin said precisely.

"Wow, that many.  So how much is all this gonna cost me?  And don't be shy
– I'm getting a lot of money for this movie."

The brothers both had calculators that they worked diligently, then
compared their results, which were, of course, almost identical.  Kevin
smiled.  "Based on your selections, sir, this is the all-inclusive price."

Grady's eyes opened wide.  "What?  As low as that?  You can't do it all for
that price.  You don't have to undercut yourselves just because it's me,
you know."

Kyle replied, "We have, of course, applied a 20 percent discount, which we
give to all family members."  (Grady loved the sound of `family members',
among whom he was now, apparently, naturally included.)  "We save money on
the wait-staff we hire – Eddie, Ben and Brandon.  We pay them, of
course, and they can do with the extra money, but the `three amigos' love
serving at these events – showing themselves off.  Of course, if you
still feel the price is low, tips are always welcome for the boys."

"Well I gotta say," Grady smiled, "your service seems as good as anything
Beverly Hills could match, but your prices sure aren't."

"That's why we get so many orders, sir – many of them repeat customers.
We have quite a lucrative little business going here, and we make a tidy
profit that Bob helps us invest.  He hopes that one day we'll become
full-time caterers.  OK, let's go and inspect the kitchen here."

The boys stood up and, as if by some unspoken agreement, suddenly took off
their open blue shirts and draped them over chair-backs.  Kevin explained
with a playful twinkle in his eye, "It's rather warm out here, sir, and you
look so cool in just a towel."  Kyle replaced the three glasses and water
bottle in his bag, they slung their bags over their shoulders and went to
the kitchen.

Grady watched them take a careful look at the kitchen's capacity, shirtless
now, and somehow the black shoulder straps of their bags made their lithe,
youthful bodies look even more sexy.  As they moved around the kitchen the
overhead spotlights highlighted the contours of their identically handsome
faces and every ripple of their muscles.

Even the concentration on their faces and their obvious expertise gave them
a confidence that Grady found sexy in two such beautiful boys.  Kyle said,
"Steve and Lloyd have built a great kitchen here, Lloyd being an architect
and all.  We've used it before and it'll be more than adequate to cater to
a large group like this.  So, that seems to be everything.  Are you ready
to sign the contract, sir?"

Grady shifted uneasily and hesitated.  "Well ... I'm not sure..."  The
twins looked crestfallen and Grady was quick to reassure them.  "Oh I would
jump at the chance to hire you, except ... see, guys, I make it a rule
never to mix business and pleasure and ... we would all three be spending a
lot of time together planning this thing.  And there's the problem.  I have
this ... kinda ... addiction to beautiful guys and you two are phenomenal,
so ...well, take a look."

They all looked down at the towel which was stretched like a tent over a
pole.  Grady blushed, "I don't think I can work with boys who make me feel
like this all the time."  He looked at them shyly ... and the twins burst
out laughing.

"Oh that, sir," Kevin said with a smile, "that's nothing new for us.  We
can easily take care of it ... all part of the service, no extra charge."
Kyle asked, "The guestroom is now your room, isn't it, sir?  Come there
with us, please."

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

They each took one of his hands and led him into his own room.  He blushed
again, seeing the messy bed – clothes, gym gear, underwear spread all
over it.  He scrambled to collect them up and throw them in the laundry
hamper in a chaotic attempt to tidy the room.  "Haven't had time to do
laundry in a while," he murmured.

"No, no, no, sir," Kevin protested.  "You don't have to do that, a big star
like yourself.  Nate and Eddie would be pleased to come up here and clean
your room, do your laundry, arrange your clothes, as they do for the other
men."

Kyle chipped in, "Sir, you have to get used to letting the boys take care
of you. - as we are going to take care of you now."  They edged Grady aside
and finished clearing the bed and smoothing the sheets.  There was a
distinct smell of dry cum that caused another sly exchange of smiles.

"Well," Grady shrugged, regaining some of his composure, "even Tarzan gets
to jack off in bed once in a while, don't you think?  All that swinging
around in the trees makes him plenty horny, I can tell you."

Now they all laughed, inhibitions faded away, and the boys took charge
again.  Kyle grabbed Grady's towel and jerked it off him.  "That's better,
sir.  Now please lie back on the bed and relax.  Leave everything to us."

Grady sat on the edge of the bed and lay back propped on his elbows,
captivated by the sight of the twins moving in unison – kicking off
their flip-flops, unbuttoning their shorts and letting them drop.  They
were wearing white briefs underneath that they pushed down slowly,
releasing their long, stiff cocks that sprang out ready for action.  They
smiled at each other, then at Grady, and sank to their knees between
Grady's legs that splayed over the edge of the bed.

Again that glance between the twins, then Kyle went first.  He braced his
hands on Grady's thighs, bent his head and let Grady's flagpole cock slide
smoothly into his mouth.  Grady sighed deeply.  The sensation in his cock
was amazing but it was more than that.  It was the sight of the handsome
young face going down on him and an identical face next to his waiting his
turn.

Grady had had enough blow jobs in the house to recognize the Eddie
technique and realized that even the twins had been trained by the expert.
His only problem was his urge to cum right away, but Kyle took care of
that, as efficiently as he dealt with all Grady's problems.  Moving with
erotic finesse he urged Grady to the edge of orgasm, then opened his mouth
wide, simply breathing hot air on his cock so it relaxed even while it
strained to erupt.  It was an exquisite sensation of joy, frustration and
perpetual anticipation.

Just when Grady thought he would lose his load Kyle pulled away and smiled
at his brother who replaced him and took over exactly where Kyle had left
off, his mouth opened wide exhaling warm breath over it.  Seeing the
pleading look on the young jock's face Kevin slowly closed his mouth,
clenched his throat muscles over Grady's stiff rod and gently eased back
and forth.

"Aaaah.  You guys are incredible," Grady moaned.  He had abandoned himself
to the tender mercies of the twins, feeling first one, then the other,
gently caress and massage his cock, their throat muscles squeezing and
releasing in a concerted rhythm that brought him to the peak of arousal.
By now he was used to their language of glancing smiles and when he saw it
one more time he guessed its meaning.  It had to be the climax.  If not he
would bust his wad no matter what.

 "Sir," Kevin said soothingly, "we think it's time we let you release your
passion.  I will help you with that first, then my brother will take over.
You just have to lie back and watch."

After being propped all this time on his elbows Grady now fell on his back
and laced his hands behind his head, so he had a good view of the handsome
identical brothers at last bringing him to the climax he had been straining
for all this time.  Kyle watched as his twin lowered his mouth all the way
down Grady's cock, squeezed his throat muscles hard and "Aaah ... aaah
... yeah..." Grady shuddered and jism poured from his cock into the young
man's mouth.

Kevin pulled off and Kyle seamlessly took his place, inducing the second
part of the muscle-jock's orgasm straight into his mouth.  The amazing twin
blow-job held Grady spellbound – but it wasn't over.  Kyle pulled off
his cock and Grady watched in disbelief as the twins turned to each other
smiled, then opened their mouths and pressed them against each other.  When
he saw them swallow Grady knew they were still drinking his cum, passing it
from mouth to mouth while making love with their eyes.

The stunning sight of two beautiful young twins making love to each other,
exchanging his semen, was hypnotizing.  Grady freed one hand to pump his
still-hard cock and shot the last of his semen up onto their faces.  After
one last swallow their mouths separated and they laughed at each other,
seeing Grady's juice running down their faces. They began licking the cum
from each other's face, like two handsome young colts cleaning each other
with their long tongues.

"Oh shit," Grady moaned, "that is fucking amazing, guys – something I'll
beat off thinking about."

Clean now, the twins faced him and Kevin smiled mischievously, "So, are we
hired, sir?"

"You bet your life you are," Grady laughed.

"Good," said Kyle, "because we have another freebie that we offer only to
our favorite clients."

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

Grady was lying on the edge of the bed and Kevin went to the other side
behind his head.  He grabbed his wrists and Grady felt himself being pulled
back so he was lying on his back across the width of the large bed.  He saw
Kyle pull something from the same bag he had put the water glasses.
Holding it up Kyle grinned, "Lube, sir.  We come prepared for every
eventuality as you see."

Adrenaline raced through the naked jock as he realized what came next.
Reflexively he pulled his heels toward his butt and raised it inches off
the bed.  "Thank you, sir," said Kyle, kneeling on the bed between his legs
while Kevin knelt beside his face.

Kevin said, "This is such a joy for us, sir, having the pleasure to serve
such a beautiful man as yourself.  You probably have never been made love
to by twins but we think you will enjoy it."  He leaned down and pressed
his lips against Grady's in an open-mouthed tongue-probing kiss.  At the
same time Grady felt Kyle's fingers gently lubing his ass.  He inhaled
sharply, sucking in Kevin's breath, as Kyle's rod slid gently but firmly
all the way into his ass.

Grady grabbed the back of Kevin's head and pulled his face harder against
his, moaning into his mouth as he felt his brother begin a slow, rhythmic
penetration of his ass.  As always they worked in sync, Kevin probing
Grady's mouth with his tongue while Kyle probed his ass deeper and deeper
with his dick.  Grady had been face-fucked and butt-fucked together before
but never like this, never with such harmony that it felt like one single,
erotic act spreading warmth throughout his body.

Soon Kevin pulled off Grady's face, giving him a clear view of Kyle's
handsome face and muscular young physique rising and falling over him.
Kevin rested his head on the bed beside Grady's and whispered seductively
in his ear.  "Look at my brother, sir, making love to your ass.  He is in
heaven, as am I being close to you.  You see the smile on his face, his
muscles flexing as he lowers himself on you?"

"Man, it feels so good," Grady groaned.  "You're such beautiful boys ... I
love this ... yeah..."

"We have talked often of this," Kevin continued, "of being with you, of how
we could use our special skills to please you."  Kevin glanced up at his
brother with one of their silent signals and Kyle pulled his cock out of
his ass.  "It is my turn now, sir," Kevin said.  "Would you be kind enough
to kneel over me?"

Grady eased himself off his back and onto his knees, then felt Kyle's hands
from behind raising him up and positioning him over his twin so his ass was
poised right over Kevin's hard rod. Kyle's hands tightened round his hips
and guided them down until Grady felt the tip of Kevin's cock that, just
like his brother's, slid easily inside his already lubed ass.

Reflexively Grady rode the long rod slowly, gazing down at the handsome
face that now rolled from side to side in pure joy.  Grady glanced up and
realized he was facing a bedside wall-mirror.  "Jesus, that looks hot," he
said.  "I love the feel of your dick in my ass, boy ... fucking awesome."

Suddenly he saw Kyle's face appear over his shoulder in the mirror.  Before
he even had time to grasp the meaning of this he felt the tip of Kyle's
cock pressing against his ass.  "No," he gasped.  "I don't think I can do
this, guys."

"Ssshh," Kyle breathed in his ear and eased him forward.  "As we said
before, relax, sir, and leave everything to us."  The sound of one boy's
low voice in his ear and the sight of his brother's ecstatic smile, made
Grady surrender himself entirely to the exquisite twins.  He took a deep
breath as the second cock entered him and he felt them both rubbing against
each other inside him.

Seeing the expressions on the twins' faces – one beneath him, one in the
mirror – Grady realized they were not only making love to him but to
each other as well.  There was always an element of fraternal attraction
between the twins, no matter who they were with, and seeing it in action
blew Grady's mind.  They gazed at each other as if they were in their own
private world, then they smiled at Grady, inviting him in to share that
world with them.

Grady had never felt this unique kind of union before.  He was seized by
the fantasy of the two beautiful brothers making love to each other's cocks
inside his ass, filling it, probing deep, both of them loving him at the
same time.  It was a sensation like no other and he was mesmerized.

He looked into the mirror and saw himself as never before, his sculpted
muscles rippling, his face writhing in ecstasy, sharing the passion and
desire of the handsome young twins.  He saw Kyle's hand reach round from
behind and twist his nipples hard, and he heard his hypnotic voice in his
ear.

"This is our gift to you, sir.  It is an honor for us both to be inside
your magnificent body.  Our final gift will be our juices flowing deep
inside you, but we will wait for you, sir.  You see my brother has opened
his mouth wide.  He wants to drink your sperm again, sir.  But only when
you are ready."

Ready?!  He was ready right now.  The muscle-jock's body was on fire as he
felt the incredible sensation of two cocks sliding together in his ass and
he saw two identical faces smiling at him.  He had already cum in their
mouths but his balls were straining again and he felt semen surging through
his cock.  Kyle grabbed it from behind and stroked it, pointing it straight
at Kevin's face.

That did it.  "Now!" Grady shouted and instantly felt both cocks swell and
burst inside him and flood his ass with twin streams of warm juice.  He
howled as his own cock erupted, blasting ribbons of semen straight into
Kevin's mouth and over his face.

Grady felt the full potency of youth as the twins continued to pump juice
inside him until it filled his ass and oozed out down his legs.  He watched
in awe as Kevin gulped down his cum, his eyes dancing as he smiled up at
his brother.

When their cocks had drained Grady felt hands on his back, pushing him
forward and he gasped as both cocks slid out of him.  Kyle leaned against
him they both fell forward on Kevin.  Together this time Kyle and Grady
licked the cum from Kevin's face and their mouths all joined, passing the
musky juice between them in a passionate three-way kiss.

When at last they lay exhausted on their backs, Grady, in the middle,
looked at the twins in turn and laughed, "Oh yeah.  You're hired, boys.
You are so fucking hired."

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

A bit later the twins emerged from the bedroom side by side, looking poised
and unruffled with their bags slung over their shoulders.  Steve and Lloyd
were in the kitchen preparing dinner (having heard the jubilant shouts from
the guest room) and Steve said casually, "Hi, guys.  Negotiations go OK? "

"Very well, sir," said Kevin.  "Grady hired us to cater his party," Kyle
added.

"You don't say," Lloyd grinned.  "Must have been a helluva sales pitch."

"Thank you, sir.  Bob trained us well.  We have to go and start on
preparations now.  And don't worry, sirs.  When it's all over we'll leave
your kitchen exactly as it is now.  You won't even know we've been here."

"Hmm," Steve grinned, "we can't ever ignore your presence, boys ... you
always leave an indelible memory.  Same as you've done with Grady no
doubt."

The twins hugged them, then left talking softly to each other.  Steve
grinned at Lloyd.  "We should check and make sure Grady's OK."  They
knocked on the bedroom door and went in.  They stifled laughter as they saw
Grady, lying naked flat on his back, arms and legs splayed out, looking
dazed, with stars in his eyes. The room was heavy with the smell of sex and
semen.

"We hear negotiations went well and you hired the boys, eh Grady?"

"Hell, you should have warned me about those twins," Grady groaned, with an
inane smile on his face.  "Un-fucking-believable.  Does Bob get this
treatment all the time?"

"As we understand it," Steve said in a confidential tone, "when Bob needs
an antidote to Randy's fierce-gypsy act he goes to the twins for some
tender loving care.  They worship him, of course, and seem to have infinite
ways of showing it.  You joining us for dinner?"

"Sure, thanks.  Just give me time to shower and come down to earth."  He
pulled himself off the bed and headed unsteadily for the bathroom shaking
his head ... "Un-fucking-believable."

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

Of course, word soon sped round the house about the twins' triumphant sales
presentation to Grady.  Darius, in accordance with the tradition he had
instigated long ago, gathered all the boys together to listen wide-eyed to
the twins measured account of the details.  When it was over Ben and
Brandon nudged Eddie who said, "Guys, are you gonna ... like ... are you
gonna be hiring help for the party?"

"Well," Kyle said teasingly, "we are going to need help, maybe three guys
would be enough, but they have to be able to work as a team ... you know,
be well coordinated.  Maybe we should advertise.  We thought of you `three
amigos' but figured you'd rather be guests than servers."

There was an uneasy silence, broken by Brandon.  "Come on, fellas, you know
we'd love to help you.  I speak for all three of us when I say we'd like to
be considered for the job."

The twins broke into wide smiles.  "Just kidding, guys, you know the job's
yours, usual pay rate, plus tips if Grady likes the service.  We're
thinking of getting you new uniforms for the event.  Any preference for
color?"

The boys gave their choice in quick sequence ... black ... red ... brown."

"So much for coordination," Pablo grinned.  "You twins are gonna have your
hands full."  He spoke for the senior boys.  "Let us guys know if you need
anything."

"Thanks, Pablo.  We might need help with hauling the heavy stuff like
tables, chairs and the outdoor bar we're gonna rent."

And that set the tone for the week that followed, incessant talk and
preparations for the "big shindig" as Darius called it.  It was scheduled
for Sunday, a week away, and as the activity heated up Bob made sure that
all the boys helped with regular meals at the house, freeing up the twins,
whom everyone deferred to as the guys in charge, with Nate as their
second-in-command.  As senior houseboy he was responsible for overseeing
supplies other than food.

With his extensive hotel experience Mario was a natural to take charge of
the bar, which he willingly volunteered to do, adding another touch of
class as the classically handsome Italian bartender.

The masters stayed out of the way and left it all to the boys.  This was
standard practice as they strongly believed in encouraging the boys to take
the initiative in events like this and prove their worth.  With so much at
stake this time the boys took it all very seriously.

Eddie, Ben and Brandon, the waiters, were impatient for their uniforms to
arrive and when at last they did they tore open the boxes.  "Blue," said
Eddie uncertainly.  "Navy blue," Ben echoed.  "Actually, the color is
indigo," Brandon corrected them.  Eddie looked sharply at him. "How come
you always know so much, dude?"

Brandon shrugged, "You forget, I used to read a whole lot of books when I
lived alone and had no friends.  There was nothing else to do except watch
porn.  `Course," he grinned, "that was before I met you, Eddie."  Eddie
gazed at his friend and realized over again why he had liked Brandon so
much when he first met him struggling to wheel himself and his groceries up
the hill.  He bent down and kissed him.  "I love you dude."

"Whatever," Ben chimed in, "I think the uniforms look very classy.  Let's
put them on."  They scrambled to try them on, tight dark-blue polo shirts
that hugged their torsos perfectly and matching shorts, tight enough to
accentuate their bubble butts and their dicks if they were hard enough,
which they certainly would be most of the time serving this spectacular
group of men.

Brandon dashed out to the garden in his wheelchair, flanked by the other
two, eager to show themselves off.  The other boys ooh-ed and aah-ed,
suitably impressed, and Nate said they looked elegant and sexy at the same
time, just what the twins had been aiming for.

Grady came in for one of his many meetings with the twins and was treated
to a fashion show.  He smiled at their youthful enthusiasm and said,
"Excellent – smart and sassy.  So who do I get to fuck with first?"
There was an inevitable chorus of "Me, sir ... me, sir", everyone lusting
as always for the handsome blond muscle-jock in old shorts and a sleeveless
shirt hanging open over his sculpted chest.

As Grady went into a huddle with the twins, checking details, Jamie
dampened the boys' raucous clamor with a suggestion.  "Hey, dudes, don't
you want to keep those uniforms a secret from the other men so you can make
a dramatic entrance like you usually do?"

"Uh-oh," Eddie said, "Forgot about that.  Thanks, Jamie.  Come on dudes."
They quickly changed and stashed the clothes away for the big day.

Which, after much frantic planning, finally arrived.

The twins wanted to minimize any disruption to Steve and Lloyd so the plan
was to use the group's house as a staging area for all the supplies and
trek it up to Steve's early on the Sunday morning.  Nate was in charge of
the inventory.  The twins had previously prepared whatever dishes could be
made in advance, and had already taken them and the other ingredients up to
Steve's where they were even now setting up the kitchen.

Now the rest of the caravan set off.  Pablo, Darius and Jamie led, hauling
furniture in Pablo's big truck that Randy had given him, and the other boys
followed in their trucks with dishes, cutlery and the rest of the
paraphernalia.

Up at the Mulholland house Steve and Lloyd stayed out of the way while
chaos reigned, brought under control by Nate.  The senior boys set up the
long table and chairs under the blue awning and the portable bar off to the
side, leaving Mario to equip it in the professional manner.

The younger boys made innumerable trips from the kitchen to dress the
table.  Despite, or because of, their boisterous enthusiasm, things went
surprisingly quickly and smoothly and when Grady came out to inspect the
table he was hugely impressed by the elegant place settings, the sparkling
cut-crystal wine glasses, table decorations and all.

"Guys, this looks fucking spectacular – real classy.  I've been to fancy
shmancy events at the studio that don't look this good.  Well done, boys.
You've all worked real hard and, when it's all over, I'll show you my
gratitude."

"You can show us whatever you like, sir," Eddie blurted out, then pressed
his lips tight together knowing he had gone too far again.

Later Grady took the twins aside and said, "What you've done is totally
awesome, guys.  I can see why you're so much in demand ... that and the
extra free service you threw in when we met up here.  That I'll never
forget."

"That service is always available to you sir," Kevin whispered.  "You have
only to ask."  Then, turning to the group, the twins gave their final
instructions.  "Mario the bar looks great, so be prepared for the onslaught
when the men arrive," Kyle said.  "Nate, if you would assist Grady with
greeting the guests.  And the three amigos ... in the kitchen with Kevin
and me.  Just then the gate buzzer sounded and Kevin said, "Here they come,
guys.  Curtain up."

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

Twenty minutes later all the guests had arrived and were standing round the
bar where Mario, dressed in his usual sheer lounge pants and open linen
shirt, expertly served drinks with the flair and speed of a professional.
Grady had suggested the dress code be "Sunday casual – in other words,
anything you like."  The men had dressed up a bit for the occasion –
except for Randy, and even he had been forced by Bob into a clean white
T-shirt, at least.

As they arrived the men were all hugely impressed by the table, the bar and
the smooth flow of everything.  There were congratulations all round for
Grady, and Lloyd said, "See, buddy, what did I tell you?  You hired the
best."

"You can say that again, dude – best at everything," Grady grinned
salaciously, rubbing his ass.

The men were in high spirits and the conversation quickly turned raunchy.
Bob slipped quietly into the kitchen for a quick word with the twins.  He
hugged them and said, "Guys, I am so proud of you.  You've pulled out all
the stops for Grady and it looks terrific.  Well done.  Er, tonight, when
it's all over, would you like to spend the night with Randy and me?"

The brothers loved hearing this, one of their favorite things – the
privilege of spending the night in the master suite, extended to only a
few.  "Thank you, sir," they beamed.  Then they turned serious.  "But right
now, sir, if you wouldn't mind, we have to feed 21 hungry guys."  Bob
grinned, "That's obviously my cue to disappear.  Good luck, kids ... I look
forward to tonight."

A short time later Grady got his cue from Nate and announced, "Gentlemen,
brunch is served.  Take your places at the table, anywhere's fine."  In the
spirit of keeping things casual he had insisted to the twins that everyone
sit where they want, and he particularly didn't want the distinction
between senior and junior boys.  "All my guests are equal today," he said.

The men took their drinks to the table, each one sitting next to his boy,
with empty chairs left for the boys still working.  Grady was still
standing and said with a flourish, "Guys, meet your waiters for today."
There was a dramatic pause and then the navy-clad trio appeared with a loud
"Ta-da!" – urchin Eddie, gypsy-boy Ben, and handsome young Brandon in
the wheelchair no one noticed anymore.  Their entrance was met with a
clamor of cheers and wolf whistles as the boys spun round theatrically and
Brandon did wheelies.

Randy's powerful voice sounded above the din.  "Yeah, fucking hot, kids,
good enough to eat, which we'll probably do later.  Right now I'm fucking
starved.  You got any food in that kitchen?"

"Is the Pope Catholic?" Eddie responded cheekily, then beat a hasty retreat
back to the kitchen.

Then began what Darius dubbed the food shuttle as the boy's hustled back
and forth with trays of food.  Brandon carried the most on his wheelchair
tray table, sometimes with dishes piled so high all you could see of him
was his eyes blinking behind his glasses over the top of the pile.  Bob
smiled at Pete who was gazing proudly at his boy.

When everyone was served Grady went to the kitchen and came back dragging
the twins with him.  They were in their usual white shorts and T-shirts
and, for this occasion, wore tall chef hats, looking sexy with their light
brown hair curling out from underneath them.  "Gentlemen," Grady said,
"this party could not have happened without these gorgeous brothers here.
They planned the whole thing and cooked the food.  They're the best at
everything they do..."

"Especially double fucking," yelled Pablo, with all the bawdiness of Randy
who bumped fists with him and hugged him affectionately, ignoring Bob's
raised-eyed look of faint disapproval.

"Yeah, that too," Grady laughed, "as I have proof.  So let's hear it for
the twins."  He raised their arms in the air and was greeted with cheers
and applause in a standing ovation.  The twins took their place at table
and the waiters seated themselves beside their masters.  Jason hugged Ben,
Pete ruffled Brandon's hair and Hassan grinned at Eddie.  "Great show,
kiddo, I'm proud of you.  You gotta watch that mouth, though."

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

The party was finally under way.  They ate, drank, laughed and cussed, the
louder and coarser the more they drank.  The loudest laughter came from
Adam, sitting next to Grady, the muscle-stud Aussie whose raucous sense of
humor was tweaked by Grady recounting his trips to Australia.  He had been
there often for outdoor model shoots and regaled Adam and his boy Nate with
his adventures down under.

Adam and Grady quickly found a natural affinity, two handsome jocks with
bodies perfectly honed in the gym.  Grady had not spent any time alone with
the Aussie before this, but now felt drawn to this alpha male, evidently a
top man, with his strong, finely etched features, short black hair and
clear, confident brown eyes.  He was wearing a black sleeveless muscle
T-shirt that showed off his golden tan to perfection.

And that body! – the rock hard shoulders and biceps, and the solid pecs
and abs clearly outlined under the black shirt.  When Adam laughed, which
was often, he threw his head back, his mouth wide open showing dazzling
white teeth, and his prominent Adam's apple (appropriately named) pulsed
sexily in his throat.  Grady glanced down at his blue jeans and inhaled
sharply as he saw the shape of his long shaft stretching down his leg.

The man had a boner just talking to him, and Grady matched him, inch for
inch, already feeling pre-cum oozing from his rigid cock.  He was dying to
get fucked by that long Aussie dick, to see his naked muscles flexing over
him.  Shit, he thought to himself, here I go again.  I'm gonna spoil
everything and make a fool of myself.  Adam's shoulder brushed against him
and he lost the thread of the conversation.

Lost and bewildered he turned to Steve sitting on his other side.  Grady
had first come into contact with the tribe when he sought help from
therapist Steve for his obsession with good looking men.  Now he said
quietly, "Steve, help me out here.  It's happening again.  Adam is so
fucking gorgeous that sitting next to him is driving me crazy.  I think
I'll cream my shorts.  Can you think of anything?  You've always come up
with a solution before, crazy as some of your remedies are."

"Sure I can think of an obvious solution.  No need to cream your shorts
under the table, buddy.  Look around you.  Seems to me the guys are getting
pretty drunk and raucous.  Just the time for a little fun, a distraction.
You've laid on a great party here, Grady, and you could cap it by providing
the entertainment.  You'll be the toast of the town.  Crazy, you call my
remedies?  Well try this one on for size.  You'll hate me at first but
trust me, my methods always work.

Grady suddenly panicked and wanted to call it off but he was too late
... Steve was already on his feet and banging a spoon on his glass for
silence.  "Gentlemen, I know the rule is no speeches but I have to say
something in my professional capacity as the tribe's shrink."  Taken by
surprise everyone fell silent.  They all knew that Steve's therapy could
get pretty wild, and this time it was in public ... and the booze was
flowing.

"I too want to thank Grady for this great afternoon but I'm sorry to say he
is not having fun right now.  I betray no professional secrets because you
all know that Grady, a spectacular man himself, the New Tarzan, can become
obsessed by beautiful men."  Grady cringed as he listened, but strangely
his excitement mounted.

"It's happening right now, and the object of his affection this time is
right beside him.  A ripple of surprise ran round the table but Steve said,
"No, assholes, not me ... the other side."  All eyes focused on Adam who
grinned broadly, his Aussie sense of fun kicking in.  Steve continued, "And
judging by the bulge I see in Adam's jeans I'm sure that Grady's lust is
reciprocated.  So, men, I put it to the group.  What's to be done?"

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

They all knew the answer but it took Randy to voice it.  "Hell, brother
Steve, I don't see the problem.  They fuck."

Following Randy's lead the voices were muffled at first ... "fuck ... fuck
... fuck ... fuck..." but soon, in a groundswell of noise, the chant became
louder and louder.  "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... Aussie fuck ... Aussie fuck
..."  Grady blushed deeply and bowed his head in embarrassment, but he
realized this was another phase of his initiation – pubic sex in front
of the whole tribe.  Sex with Adam!  So what if everyone watched."

The noise became so loud that Adam rose to his feet and held out his hands
for silence.  "OK, cool it mates," he said in his strong, sexy Australian
accent.  "I hear ya loud and clear and it's obvious what you wanna see.  No
worries there, mates, you'll get it.  Right after the warmup act.  There's
a young bloke here I think has a request."  He pulled Nate up beside him.

"Come on, kiddo, what have I told you?  You want something – you speak
up and ask for it."

Nate loved Adam in this macho mood and he shared his bold, Aussie sense of
fun.  "Too right I want something, sir.  I've wanted it for a long time."
He grinned around the group and said out loud, "I wanna get butt fucked by
Tarzan."  There were whoops of delight round the table, especially from the
boys, most of whom by this time had fucked with Grady in one form or
another.  They had been wondering what took the Aussies so long.

"And that's what you'll get, mate," Adam laughed.  "Boys, lend a hand here.
The three amigos, still, in their uniforms, sprang to attention and
prepared the ground – literally.  They pulled cushions from the chaises
and lay them on the deck to form a large mattress.

"Now for you, dude," Ben said.  He and Eddie stood on either side of Nate,
and Brandon rolled in front of him.  While the other two ceremonially
pulled off Nate's T-shirt, Brandon bent forward and pulled off his
sneakers.  The boys unbuttoned his shorts and Brandon pulled them down,
then his undershorts.  Eddie and Ben grabbed Nate's arms and lowered him on
his back on the cushions like a ritual sacrifice.

Grady stood, Adam came close, kissed him hungrily on the mouth and said,
"You're gonna love this mate."  Grady felt his cock shudder and pulled away
to avoid an instant orgasm.  Adam's brown eyes smiled at him as he pulled
off Grady's shirt, then his shorts.  Naked, Grady towered over Nate who
stroked his own cock and sighed, "Aaah ... you're so beautiful, sir.  But
you ... you don't have too fuck me if you don't want to, sir."

"Who says I don't want to?  Don't sell yourself short, boy.  You are one
sexy young man – that face and that body – you Aussies must work out
hard together.  And when Adam honors me by loaning out his boy's sexy ass,
who am I to refuse?"

Adam was standing behind his boy's head facing Grady and locked eyes with
him.  Slowly Adam pulled his black muscle shirt up over his eight-pack abs,
his chest and shoulders and threw it on the ground.  Grady gasped and his
cock shuddered as he gazed at the Australian muscle-jock, stripped to the
waist, blue jeans hugging his slim hips.  His physique was even more ripped
than Grady had imagined and his desire for him surged.

Adam knelt behind Nate who raised his legs.  He grabbed Nate's ankles and
pulled his legs all the way back, offering Grady his boy's ass.  There were
muted gasps from the men and boys followed by an expectant silence.  Adam
said softly, "You see that sweet ass, mate?  That's the boy I love and he
wants to feel you inside him."

Grady looked down at the young Aussie's handsome face, his eyes smiling and
pleading at the same time.  Brandon wheeled up beside him with a jar of
lube on his tray table.  Grady winked his thanks at Brandon, dipped his
fingers in the lube and spread it over Nate's ass, pushing his fingers in
and massaging the soft warm membrane inside.  Nate looked up mesmerized at
the blond muscle-jock leaning over him.  Like the other boys he had jacked
off to pictures of Grady in a magazine, and now here he was in the flesh,
about to fuck him.

Grady looked up at Adam who said, "Go for it, mate.  You know you want my
boy."  Grady pressed the head of his cock against the boy's hole, then
smiled down at him and eased his steel shaft all the way in carefully until
he felt it come to rest deep inside.

"Aaaahh!" Nate sighed deeply.  "That feels epic, sir.  Your cock is inside
me ..."  He yelled jubilantly, "Tarzan's fucking me," causing laughter and
cheers from the spectators.  Nate lapsed into his own euphoric fantasy as
Grady gazed up at Adam.  "His ass is beautiful, dude.  You're a lucky man."
He looked back at Nate, his head writhing as he mouthed the words, "Fuck me
... fuck me ..."

Grady pulled back and pushed his cock in again, deeper this time, at the
start of a long, loving fuck.  The boy looked stunning with a euphoric
smile on his face as his beautiful young body writhed in ecstasy.  Grady
knew now why Adam loved him so much.  He was perfect to fuck, a macho young
buck, tough, self-assured, now surrendering his ass to his fantasy man.

In a trance Nate ran his hands over the movie-star's perfect body,
worshipping it as it flexed over him.  Grady accelerated the rhythm and
power of his cock that pistoned inside the boy, who lost all his
inhibitions and yelled, "Yeah, fuck me, sir.  Harder, fuck me hard sir like
Adam does.  I can take it.  I can take anything from you sir."

The eager young Aussie voice spurred Grady on to use greater force and soon
his cock was a jackhammer, pounding the hot ass, making Nate's face thrash
from side to side in a euphoria of sexual heat that suffused his whole
body.  The sight of him drove Grady wild and he panted, "I'm real close,
kid ... you want me to bust my load in your ass?"

Nate was pounding his cock furiously in his fist, gazing up at the gorgeous
face.  "Yes, sir ... please, sir.  It feels so good I'm gonna cum ... I
gotta cum ... yeaahh ..."  His cock exploded upward, spraying cum over
Grady's face as he howled and poured hot juice inside the shuddering young
buck.  They shot load after load until Grady fell forward, rubbed his
cum-stained face over Nate's and they licked each other and kissed eyes,
cheeks and lips.

With the sound of raucous cheers ringing in his ears Grady suddenly felt
something hard against his forehead.  He looked up and saw Adam's face
staring down at him, his long, thick shaft rearing out of his jeans and
pointing straight at him.  Impulsively Grady opened his mouth and swallowed
it, sucking it down to the back of his throat.

All the lust he had felt for Adam now found fierce expression as his face
pounded down on the object of his desire.  He was close to cumming again
and heard Adam's rasping breath above him when suddenly the cock pulled out
of his mouth leaving him gasping.  He heard Adam's deep voice ... "Not yet,
mate.  You know what I gotta do now.  We both know, don't we?

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

Minutes later Nate was on his feet surrounded by enthusiastic boys
congratulating him with variations on "Awesome, dude" and "Epic fuck,
man..."

Grady was lying on his back on the mattress of pillows, staring up at Adam
who stood legs astride, shirtless in blue jeans, his brawny arms folded
across his chest.  He had zipped up his jeans that now bulged with his
rigid cock.  "So what do you want, mate?" Adam taunted him.

"You know dam well what I want," Grady said.  "I want your dick again."

"No worries there, mate," the Aussie grinned.  He unzipped his jeans and
let them drop.  He was wearing black briefs underneath and reminded Grady
of himself posing in the underwear ads.  But Grady's focus was on the long
shape of his dick stretching upward to the waistline.

Staring into Grady's green eyes Adam pulled his briefs down and Grady
gasped as the long thick rod sprang out, rooted in a thicket of black pubic
hair.  His bulging balls swung beneath it and sharp tan lines accentuated
his bronzed body.

Adam dropped to his knees, dipped his fingers in the lube jar on the ground
and slowly greased up his long pole.  Grady gazed up in awe at the stunning
Aussie top man, his chiseled features set in a confident smile, the muscles
of his perfect physique rippling as he stroked his cock.

The crowd was on its feet now, gathered round silently at a respectful
distance in breathless anticipation of the main event.  They heard the deep
Australian drawl.

"You kept me waiting a long time for this, mate, while you fucked with the
other men and their boys.  My boy lusted for you too and you just now gave
him something he'll remember a long time.  Now, after all this time, it's
my turn – you saved the best for last.  We're two of a kind mate, two
macho alpha jocks hungry for each other.  So show me your ass, big guy."

Obediently Grady grabbed behind his knees and pulled his legs back,
offering his ass to the rugged Australian.  On his knees Adam reached
forward over Grady and pinned his wrists to the ground above his head,
their faces close.  Their eyes locked and Grady said "You're a fucking hot
man, Adam, but you know that."

Adam grinned, "Yeah, but it's great to hear it from a hot muscle-god like
you.  Not that there are any like you.  So this is a privilege, man..."

He pushed his cock between Grady's ass cheeks, into the light fuzz of blond
hair round his hole and, at long last, into his ass ... slowly, pausing,
teasing, as Grady gazed at him with tears in his eyes and moaned, "Fuck me,
man ... take my ass ... it's yours."

Adam smiled.  "So this is how it feels to fuck Tarzan, eh?  You know I
could really hammer you.  I could ream that perfect ass of yours.  But
you're a man I need to make love to.  Like this..."

He pushed his cock deeper, over the inner sphincter, sending flashes of
heat from his ass throughout his writhing body.  As his cock pulled back
slowly Adam bent down and pressed his lips against Grady's in a searching
kiss that built quickly in intensity and passion.  And that's how Adam
fucked, sliding his cock in the blond jock's ass while their mouths churned
together.  The crowd stared in silent awe and stroked their dicks.

Grady reached up, pressed his palms on Adam's rock hard pecs, dug his
fingers in the muscles, then squeezed his nipples.  As the lust of the two
jocks mounted Adam rolled Grady on his side and fucked him from behind.
They rolled over and over, off the mattress and onto the grass, the
dark-haired top man fucking the blond jock in endless contortions of
tangled limbs.

The crowd pulled back as they watched mesmerized by this homoerotic display
of man-on-man passion.  Grady was on his back, on his side, his stomach,
his knees as Adam found new angles to make love to his ass.  They moaned,
kissed, licked, bit, pressed together in a writhing mass of rippling
muscle.  It went on and on, with whispered urging from both men, "Don't
cum, man.  This has to last."

And so it did, endlessly – a wild, passionate display of two beautiful
alpha males making love, joined together spiritually and bodily, the cock
of one buried deep in the ass of the other.  The crowd's silence gave way
first to muffled expressions of awe that grew louder and louder until the
whole tribe was cheering and urging them on.  The boys were jumping up and
down with excitement and Brandon made his chair rear back in a noisy two
wheeled salute.

The men fucked and loved to near exhaustion until they rolled over against
one of the floor-length windows, where Adam pulled Grady on his hands and
knees and fucked him from behind doggy style.  Then he pushed his arms
under Grady's armpits, wound them up his chest, over his shoulders and
linked his hands tightly behind his neck.  He pulled him up onto his knees
and Grady found himself staring at his own reflection in the window, held
captive in a full nelson hold by the macho Aussie behind him fucking his
ass.

It was not only the climax of a sensational fuck marathon, it was a chance
for full-on body worship as both men gazed spellbound at the mirror image
of the hot young jock, his chiseled physique flexing and writhing, his
handsome face thrashing from side to side as his buddy's cock pounded his
ass.

Adam whispered in his ear, "This is how I jacked off thinking about you,
mate, as my captive flexing in front of a mirror, at the mercy of the big
Aussie, that perfect body impaled on my dick."

As Grady gazed in a trance at the handsome, square-jawed face over his
shoulder, tears sprang from his eyes and pre-cum oozed from his pulsing
cock.  The cheers of the crowd had now become a deafening chant – "Cum
... cum ... cum ... cum..."

Adam grinned, "Better do as they say, mate, or they'll lynch us.  Here,
I'll make it easy for you."  He pulled his cock back, paused, then drove it
in deep, over the inner sphincter again into the inner furnace of his ass
and yelled, "Here it comes ... I'm gonna cum ... I love you, man
... aaagh!..."  As Grady felt Adam's cock erupt deep inside him he screamed
... and blasted streams of semen that slammed on the mirror and poured down
the glass.

Matching their marathon fuck, their orgasms seemed endless too until Adam
breathed into Grady's ear, "This is not the last time, mate," and finally
pulled his cock slowly out of his ass.

They collapsed on their backs on the mattress, laughing in euphoric triumph
as the tribe gathered round them.  The two jocks looked up and howled as
the juice of nineteen cocks poured down on them, on their bodies, faces and
into their mouths, drowning them in cum as a tribute to one of the most
beautiful expressions of lovemaking between two alpha males they had ever
seen.

When the downpour of semen finally abated, Grady jumped to his feet and
pulled Adam up beside him.  They ran to the pool and dived in, and when
they broke surface their mouths were once again locked together.

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

Soon after, amid congratulations and expressions of admiration, Adam and
Grady were seated at the table with the rest of the tribe, and Adam had his
arm round Nate snuggled next to him.  The meal had been sensational, the
entertainment spectacular, and the tribe's spirits were higher than ever as
the young waiters circulated with more drinks.

Mario brought a drink from the bar for Grady and sat next to him.  Grady
smiled his thanks and Mario smiled back enigmatically.  "Actually, amigo,
Adam was wrong on one point.  He was not the last in the tribe to make love
to you.  That distinction is mine and has yet to happen."

"Your right, Mario," Grady said wide eyed.  "Hell, we gotta put that right.
I learned some Italian when I did fashion shoots in Milan, but I'd sure
like some brush-up lessons.  Trouble is I don't have an Italian teacher."

"You do now, amigo. I can teach you the Italian language, the culture –
and a lot more besides."

"I bet you can," Grady grinned.  "OK, it's a date ... mi amigo."

At the other end of the table Bob, Randy and Mark were huddled together,
making plans to follow up on a promise they made previously to go away for
a weekend together.  "Did you mean what you said then, Randy?" Mark asked.
"When I mentioned Jamie you said, `Bring him too'.  You said the quickest
way for a boy to become a man is to spend a lot of time with men –
especially men like us.  Did you mean that?"

"Sure I meant it.  And while we're at it, you think it would be OK to
include my boy Pablo too?  I need to include him in stuff more.  The five
of us would be great together."

There was agreement all round and Bob said with satisfaction, "Good, that's
settled.  Hmm, three men and two of the senior boys.  Has all kinds of
possibilities."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 283


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