Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2016 21:28:41 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 325  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 325
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Grady and Mario throw a party for the tribe, featuring a wild water-polo
match between four athletic jocks who break all the rules.  "Winners fuck
the losers," Randy decrees and the brawl becomes sexual.  Later, Randy
issues a challenge and one man responds.  "Under the astonished gaze of the
whole tribe the King of the Gypsies was surrendering his ass to another man
... his own brother!"


CHAPTER 325 – "THE TRIBE THROWS A WILD, WET PARTY"


************ In the previous chapter ***********

Grady was home after a successful but grueling location shoot in England,
starring in the new big-budget Tarzan movie.  In the English sequences he
played John, Viscount Greystoke, the fictional character raised in the
jungle as Tarzan who briefly returns to England, only to discover that he
belongs in the jungle, so he trades his aristocratic clothes for a
loincloth and goes back.

And with Grady's mischievous sense of playacting, when he returned to
L.A. it was in his Tarzan loincloth that he greeted his Italian lover Mario
in a wildly sexual reunion.  They made passionate love, threaded with a
fantasy theme of a hot Italian gardener fucking the alpha-jock movie star.

With their lust quenched they had lunch with their staff, the young house
manager and chef Danny, and the houseboy Brian.  It was then that Grady
gave them the good news.

"I've got the whole week off.  There's a delay on a mammoth set they're
building so they've released me for the week.  So listen, I was thinking on
the plane back, why don't we give a big party here for the whole tribe?  We
haven't had a celebration here since that open house when we first bought
the place.  The guys had a blast then so I thought, let's do it again."

Moved, as always, by Grady's boyish enthusiasm Mario agreed.  "I think it's
a fine idea, amico.  My only concern is that we might be creating too much
work for Danny and Brian ..."

But the excited boys reassured him that they could cope, with help from the
twins (chefs at the tribes main house), the junior boys (the `three amigos'
Eddie, Brandon and Ben), and Tommy (the young blond gymnast who now works
as house manager for Dr. Steve and his lover Lloyd.)

Grady suggested that Brian also invite his uncle Mike, the middle-aged
leather-bar owner in Palms Springs.  "Mario and me have heard so much about
him from the guys who've been out there and we'd love to meet him."  Mario
agreed, "I think it's a wonderful idea.  You'll have the chance to
introduce your uncle to all the guys, Brian – to your new family."

Brian, who before coming to work for Grady and Mario had led a reclusive
life in the desert overwhelmed by his handicap of life in a wheelchair, was
thrilled that he would be able to show off his glamorous new life to the
older man, Uncle Mike, who had always worried about his nephew's bleak
future.

`No need to worry anymore uncle,' Brian smiled to himself as, with
redoubled enthusiasm, he plunged into the energetic party preparations with
the other boys.


*********************** Chapter 325 ***********************

Working feverishly it seemed to the boys that they would never be ready on
time for the arrival on Saturday of the tribe's nearly two-dozen men and
boys.

The party hosts, Mario and Grady, (when they were not holed up together in
the master bedroom in their multi-day reunion celebration) worked as hard
as the boys and Grady loved being just one of the gang after all the
celebrity attention showered on him in England.  At heart a simple
fun-loving guy, Grady needed a release from the rigors of stardom and found
it in these guys he looked on as family.

Against all the odds, when Saturday came everything was ready when the
first members of the clan began to trickle in, and by noon the whole tribe
was gathered in the immaculate grounds of the Grady House.  Danny and the
twins were hard at work in the kitchen, where the master-chef twins
deferred politely to the younger Danny.  It was his kitchen, his house, and
they were his assistants, even though they held the lofty status of being
Bob's boys.

Out by the pool Thomas was overseeing the table arrangements, which he had
designed to be ultra-casual for this most casual of groups.  Snacks and
drinks were ferried out by Brian and his buddies Eddie, Ben and Brandon.
And this was one of the times that the two boys in wheelchairs, Brandon and
Brian, were at a distinct advantage, being able to carry piles of plates
and food containers on their tray tables.

There had, as always, been a long debate about the music, with every boy's
taste competing for selection, but finally Grady and Mario settled on a mix
of jazz styles to reflected the guys in attendance – including Gypsy
"Django" jazz in honor of the two gypsies Randy and his little brother Ben,
Latin jazz for Mario and the cool, smooth sounds preferred by Grady.

While he worked Brian kept an eye on the gate, waiting for his Uncle Mike
who had called to say he was held up in the weekend traffic from Palm
Springs to L.A.  At last he heard the sound of Mike's truck pulling up
outside.  Brian detached himself from the party, wheeled himself quickly
over to the gate and clicked it open with his remote.  Mike walked in and
stopped dead in his tracks, staring in slack-jawed amazement at the
gathering of stunning men.

"Holy shit ... holy fucking shit.  I have died and gone to heaven.  Always
wondered what that place would look like.  Now I know."

"Hi, Uncle Mike, you made it.  Come with me."  Bursting with pride to show
his uncle the house he now lived in and the hunky man he worked for, Brian
reached up and tugged on Mike's shirt, then wheeled himself toward the
gathering by the pool.  As they threaded their way through the throng the
men and boys Mike had already met in the desert greeted him effusively.

Randy walked forward with his gleaming, sexy smile and hugged him
enthusiastically, a sure sign to anyone who still didn't know it that Mike
was definitely accepted by the tribe.  "Hey you old scoundrel, great to see
you, man.  So you sometimes get out of the desert and brave the big city
eh?  You sure you can handle it?"

Mike grinned, "Son, I was `handling' this city when you were still a gleam
in your daddy's eye."

Bob joined them laughing, "Mike, I doubt there ever was a gleam in his
daddy's eye.  It was just `slam bam, thank you ma'am' and the result was
this big lug.  Gimme a hug."

Bob swallowed him up in his strong arms and Mike said, "Hell, looks like
I'm gonna have a permanent boner in my jeans all day long.  OK if I cream
my shorts when I feel like it?"

Randy roared with laughter.  "Sure, why not?  Everyone else does around
here."

Brian was tugging at Mike's shirt again murmuring, "Sir, sir, come and meet
Grady."  Mike grinned at Randy and Bob.  "Better do the rounds, I guess,
guys.  See you later."

He followed Brian over to a small group of men, including the Aussies, Adam
and Nate, whom he had met before in the desert.  He said his hellos, then
Brian beamed as he said, "And this here is my boss, sir.  Grady, this is my
uncle Mike."

Mike was dazzled by the dimpled smile of the stunning young man dressed in
cargo shorts, flip-flops and a loose sleeveless blue shirt hanging open
over his sculpted physique.  Grady wrapped both his hands round Mike's and
pumped his arm enthusiastically.  "So this is the famous Uncle Mike young
Brian keeps talking about.  Welcome to our humble abode, Mike."

Mike smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Not so humble, I'd say, Grady, but it
definitely has the feel of home."

"You could not have said anything nicer, amico," came the lilting Italian
accent of a beautiful man with a shock of curly black hair standing next to
him.  Grady beamed, "I'd like you to meet Mario, Mike."

Mike shook his hand and said, "And you two are in love ... crazy, madly in
love.  It shines from your eyes so bright you might as well be yelling it
from the rooftops."

"Sir, sir," Brian said from his wheelchair beside him.  "I gotta go.  The
other guys need my help."

"OK, kiddo, off you go, back to work."  As Brian sped off toward the
kitchen Mike turned shining eyes to Grady and Mario.  "You guys have no
idea how good it sounds to hear the kid say `the guys need my help'.  It's
music to my ears after the solitary life he used to lead.  Now someone
actually needs him!  Grady, Mario, I thank you with all my heart for giving
him this sensational job.  I hope he's living up to your expectations."

"He's perfect, Mike," Grady said.  "And that freckle-faced smile of his
makes the sun come out on the gloomiest day.  Don't thing we didn't check
him out though.  He went through an intensive whole day's interview with an
expert."

"Someone mention me?" came a deep voice behind him.  Mike spun round and
gasped, "Holy shit!"  He was staring at man who was not only handsome, with
his square-cut features and piercing blue eyes.  He was the image of Randy.

"Uncle Mike," Grady smiled, "this is Steve, otherwise known as Doctor
Steve, Randy's brother and our high-class therapist.  There isn't a man or
boy here who hasn't taken his problems to Steve at one time or another.
The tribe's shrink knows where the bodies are buried."

Steve laughed, "Thanks for making me sound like the local witch doctor,
Grady.  Hi, Mike.  It's a pleasure to meet a guy who has bested my big
brother without a fist being swung."

"Well that was never my intention, Steve ... I simply ..."

"I know, I know ... Hey, meeting the whole tribe all at once can be a bit
overwhelming, especially for a guy who's spent the last couple of hours
fighting the traffic on the 10 Freeway.  Let's go over there to a quiet
table, relax over a few drinks, and I'll fill you in on `where the bodies
are buried' as my movie-star friend puts it."

Grady winced at the term "movie-star" and Steve said, "Oops, sorry dude.
Me and my big mouth."

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

A few minutes later Steve and Mike were sitting at a table in the shade on
a slightly elevated patch of grass giving them a perfect view of the
assembled crowd of men and boys.  Brian had wheeled himself up to them with
a bottle of white wine and two glasses, then rushed away, weaving his way
through the crowd.

"Great kid," Steve smiled.  "Here's to your cute nephew, Mike."  They
clinked glasses and Steve waved his arm in the direction of the noisy
crowd.  "Incredible bunch of guys, eh?  And today they're even
well-dressed.  What I mean is, they're all wearing shirts, which in that
group is what passes for formal dress.  See that pale blue T-shirt Randy's
wearing?  I guarantee Bob picked that out for him – matches his eyes.
So, Mike, what do you think of these guys?"

"Like you said, Steve, overwhelming. But you must know them better than
anyone, so fill me in."

"OK, well first our hosts.  Did you notice how Grady winced when I called
him a movie-star?  He doesn't think of himself that way.  See, he has two
separate lives.  In one he really is a movie star, or soon will be, and it
scares him a bit.  But his other life is right here.  This place is his
refuge where he's just one of the guys.  And the tribe closes ranks around
him, protecting his privacy, keeping his worlds separated.  It's a golden
rule enforced by Randy – what happens in the Grady House stays in the
house.

"And of course the center of Grady's world is Mario.  I've rarely seen two
guys so much in love, except for Randy and Bob, of course.  And I think
it's a love that will last.  They fit so well together – the energetic,
fun-loving extrovert and the quieter, sophisticated beauty with his common
sense and European flair.  In a way they mirror Randy and Bob like that.

"Talking of which," Steve went on, "just look at those two guys, the
unquestioned leaders of the tribe.  Hell, they created it from nothing.

"You've already tangled with Randy I know and you're one of the few guys to
have come out on top.  You know I'm a year younger than him and we're like
those brothers you read about in stories – separated at birth.  I was
put up for adoption and raised in the rarified air of Marin County up north
while Randy was left to fight for himself and his five young brothers on
the hard-scrabble streets of west Texas.  And he succeeded."

Steve's eyes gleamed as he spoke of his big brother.  "Boy, did he ever
succeed!  That guy is nothing short of magnificent.  A macho, beautiful
alpha-male and so fucking sexy.  Oh, don't get me wrong, he drives me crazy
a lot of the time, so sure of himself and his authority and always ready to
assert it with his fists.  But underneath that caveman exterior he has a
heart of gold.  Don't dare anyone mess with his boys – he'll protect
them like a tiger.

"But like most of those mythological heroes he has his Achilles' heel
... Bob.  Meeting Bob threw him for a loop.  Up to then he was fearless,
striding through life, superior to all.  But he didn't understand real love
and he came face to face with his big fear – that one day Bob might
leave him.  I don't think he could face life without Bob."

"But surely you counsel him and he listens to you," Mike said.

Steve laughed, "Are you kidding?  Listen to his younger brother?  Nah, I'm
the last guy he'd take advice from.  It took a level headed stranger, like
you, whom he respected, to make him see reason.  He really looks up to you,
Mike.  But me?  No, I just stand in the background and admire.  And you
know the hell of it?  Randy may be my brother but whenever I see him my
dick gets hard."

Mike looked at Steve's shining face and asked gently, "Are you in love with
him, Steve?"

Steve look startled, as if a secret had just been let out of the bag.
"Well," he said in confusion ... "well, I wouldn't go as far as ..."

"And is Randy in love with you?"

"What?  Randy?  Nah ... He's always been competitive with me, always the
older brother who knows best.  But love?  No way.  And even if he did feel
anything, he'd never admit it in a million years.  We're brothers for god
sake, we never talk about stuff like that."

"Hmm," Mike mused, "maybe you should.  Just a thought."  He sensed it was
time to change the subject.  "OK, so what about the other men?"

"Ah, right," Steve smiled, happy to be on more solid ground.  "Well I
always split them into groups.  First you have the leaders.  Randy (`nuff
said); Bob, loved and respected by everyone; Mark, everyone's fantasy cop
and in love with Bob and Randy.

"Second, the strong silent ones.  Zack, dominant black leather-stud; Pete,
the quiet, handsome Ranger; and Hassan, the commanding Marine captain.  I
love the mismatched combination of the silent Marine and his talkative boy
Eddie who Hassan loves like crazy."

"And then third, there are what I call the jocks.  My lover Lloyd; the
Aussie Adam; and the young fireman Jason, all of them stars at the gym.

"Now here's a question for you, Mike.  Take a good look at these guys –
handsome, virile, sexy as hell.  It's only natural – lust is just below
the surface, testosterone thick in the air, rock-hard cocks in every
direction.  It always happens ... sooner or later at these gatherings sex
rears its head.  The question is, who's gonna start the ball rolling today?
Come on, Mike, as a bar owner you know human nature, so what's your guess?"

Mike grinned and rose to the challenge.  He looked at the boisterous men,
talking animatedly, laughing, swearing, challenging.  He studied their body
language, the fire in their eyes, and finally said, "Well, Steve, my
money's on the jocks."

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

And Mike was right.  It wasn't long after his prediction that they heard
Grady's voice.  He stood up, took all his clothes off and yelled, "Who's
coming for a swim?"  Mario was sitting with Bob and smiled, "You gotta love
him."

The jocks, competitive as ever, could not resist an invitation like that.
Adam, Lloyd and Jason jumped to their feet, quickly stripped naked and
dived in the pool.  Instantly the water was churning like a pool of
piranhas as the men worked off their pent-up lust, pitting muscle against
muscle, wrestling, challenging, cursing at each other in fun.

"Hard to tell one from the other," Mike said.

"Here let me help you out," Steve said.  The dark-haired ones are Lloyd and
Adam.  My lover Lloyd spends a whole lot of time at the gym ogling other
hot jocks.  Adam is the tall handsome stud with a body that won't quit and
the natural masculinity of so many Aussie men.

The blond is Jason, whom you met at your house of course, he of the famous
August page in the fireman's calendar that most of the boys have under
their beds.  And you sampled that playful strain of narcissism in him that
makes him even sexier.  And Grady, our host is the guy featured in most
movie magazines these days.  He was a gym buddy of Lloyd, who referred him
to me for therapy as Grady was worried that his obsession for beautiful men
might harm his budding career."

"So you solved that one by surrounding him with gorgeous men in the private
world of the tribe."

"You catch on fast, Mike.  So watch the action of the four jocks in the
pool and see how long before it turns sexual."

The men and boys sitting round the pool were all wondering the same thing
as they watched the four jocks thrashing in the water, wrestling and
grabbing at each other's cocks.  The action had clearly already turned
sexual and Mario grinned at Bob.  "Time to bring order to chaos, don't you
think, amico?"  Mario stood up, went to the pool shed and brought back a
volleyball he and Grady often fooled around with, and hung a referee's
whistle round his neck.

He stood beside the pool and yelled out loud, "Attenzione! ... Attenzione!"
At the sound of his lover's voice Grady stopped horsing around and the
other three followed suit.  "Basta!  ? disgustoso! ... an insult to our
guests.  They deserve better than a bunch of hooligans grabbing each
other's balls.  I have a proper ball here and I have a whistle so I shall
referee a game of water polo.  And be warned, Italian refs are molto severo
... very strict."

This was greeted by howls of derision but a loud "Silenzio!" and a blast
from the whistle brought a restless silence.  "I will choose the sides.
Grady, you and Lloyd are gym-buddies from way back and I have no doubt you
played together often..."  This brought hoots and whistles from the
spectators and indignant protests from Grady.  "So you shall play together
now.  You will face the team of Adam and Jason, playing to uphold the honor
of Aussies and Firefighters."

"What about goals?" Jason shouted.  "We gotta have goals to shoot at."

"Ah ..." There was a moment of uncertainty, solved by Brandon.  "No
problem, sirs.  Brian and me will sit at opposite ends of the pools and you
score a goal by shooting the ball between the wheels of our chairs."

"Good on ya, mate," Adam drawled.  "But what if we shoot too high and hit
your balls?"

"No worries there, mate," Brian laughed, mimicking Adam's Aussie accent.
"We got balls of steel."

The tempo was definitely heating up as the boys took up positions at
opposite ends, Brandon behind the Grady/Lloyd team, and Brian behind
Adam/Jason.  But then Jason said, "Wait a minute.  What stakes are we
playing for?  What's the prize?"

"Huh," came Randy's deep vice.  "That's a no-brainer ... the other team's
asses.  It's obvious ... the winners fuck the losers."  He shrugged, raised
his eyebrows and opened his hands in a `what-else-would-it-be?' gesture.
The crowd laughed and Steve grinned at Mike.  "That's my brother.  It all
comes down to fucking."

"Siamo d'accordo," Mario said, trying to maintain control.  "First team to
shoot three goals wins." And with no further dumb questions they were
ready.  "Perfetto," Mario laughed.  "Pronto ... Uno, due, tre ..."  With a
blast of his whistle Mario threw the ball high in the air and four wet and
wild naked jocks leapt for it in the middle of the pool.  The game was on.

"`Game' was a very loose term.  Brawl would be closer.  Despite Mario's
threat that Italian refs are `severo' he never had a chance.  No amount of
fierce whistle blasts or barked threats could control this muscular group.
"Fouls" given in English or Italian were ignored as the group broke every
rule in the book – not that there were any rules or even a book.
Dunking, pulling, shoving, ball-grabbing were the order of the day, the air
blue with curses and obscenities in the pool, and scathing protests and
howls of derision from the spectators beside it.

But somewhere in all the bedlam a game was being played and goals scored.
Jason shoved Lloyd under the water while he hurled the ball under Brandon's
chair.  Grady took a magnificent long shot the length of the pool which
unfortunately, as Adam had predicted, hit Brian in the balls, then fell to
the concrete and trickled under his wheelchair.

There was a moment of consternation but Brian flashed his freckled-faced
smile and gave two thumbs up as he yelled, "Goal!"  When the ref protested
he was overruled by the crowd chanting "Go Brian!"  Steve smiled at Mike
who had tears in his eyes seeing his nephew's joy at being the center of
attention.

Soon it was two goals each and the fighting was fierce for the decisive
third goal.  There was a scrimmage of all four men at the Grady/Lloyd end
of the pool until finally Jason trapped Grady and Lloyd from behind by
wrapping his arms round their necks.

"Good on ya mate," Adam laughed and the empty pool lay before him.
Ignoring the shouts of protest from the trapped men struggling behind him,
Adam took several long lazy strokes to the other end where he nonchalantly
threw the ball under Brandon's chair.

He leapt up from the water, pumping his fists in the air in triumph, while
shrill whistle blasts competed with raucous howls of "Foul!" and jubilant
shouts of "Goal!"  The match was over.

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

"Eccellente," Mario smiled at Bob and sat down next to him.  "That went
well don't you think, amico?  I was a good referee, no?"

"Best I've seen," said Bob.  "In total control.  You blew that whistle
... real loud."  And they both sputtered with laughter.  "But you, er,
realize Grady's gonna get fucked now. You OK with that?"

Mario laughed merrily.  "Certo!"  It's what Grady wanted ... he broke the
rules and threw the game ... at least he would have if there had been any
rules to break."

More laughter, and then Mario turned more serious.  "Bob, I am always happy
to see Grady having fun like this.  It's just what he needs to unwind.  He
works so hard at the studio and he's under a lot of stress and pressure,
though he tries not to show it.  But I see it and do everything I can to
help him relax and forget the studio for a while."

"Mario, you are far and away the best thing that happened to Grady. I think
he might bend under the pressure if he didn't have you to come home to
every night."

"The boys too," Mario said.  "He loves Danny and Brian, treats them like
his little brothers.  But I know exactly what he wants now.  He's all fired
up and longs to pay the loser's price of getting fucked by Adam.  He is
always turned on by the handsome Aussie's masculinity that is so natural
and effortless."  Mario sighed.  "It's something I, unfortunately, do not
possess – that raw, rugged virility that he craves sometimes."

Detecting a note of insecurity Bob smiled reassuringly.  "Sure, I
understand that ... I should ... hell, I sleep with Randy every night so I
should.  I mean, most mornings in the gym Randy ends their workout session
by fucking Grady, which leaves him relaxed and satisfied, ready to face the
rigors of the studio.  And now his ass is aching for Adam's big Aussie
dick.

"But Mario, the difference between you and those macho guys is that, while
Grady loves to get fucked by them, he does not fall in love with them.  He
fell in love with you, a guy who has no raw edges ... smooth and sweet as
an Italian gelato.  Grady fell in love with your beauty, your gentleness,
that European classiness you got going, your accent ..."  Bob grinned
... "and those Italian phrases you deliberately throw into your
conversation to turn him on.  It's that serenity that he looks forward to
every day, why he sinks into your arms and stays there."

"Thank you, Bob.  I love you for saying that ... a reassurance I needed to
hear.  And," Mario grinned, "you're right about those Italian phrases.
Grady says they make his dick hard.  OK, so let's sit back and enjoy act
two of this jock extravaganza.  Now that the former referee has retired and
they are facing a double fuck they look as if they need someone to take
charge."

"And who else?" Bob smiled, waving his hand in the direction of Randy
getting to his feet.

"OK, guys," Randy said.  "The moment of truth – sex! – and I know the
thought of that makes you nervous."  A howl of laughter and derision
greeted that fallacy and Randy raised his hand for silence.  "So let's get
right down to it ... and I do mean down, as on hands and knees.  The losers
of the match, assume the position."

Grady and Lloyd stepped forward willingly (and without a trace of the
nervousness Randy joked about) and got down on all fours on the grass while
Adam and Jason preened behind them.  The crowd stared in awe at the
gym-honed architect and the muscular Tarzan on hands and knees, their asses
exposed to the naked blond fireman and the tall, rugged Aussie stroking
their dicks behind them.  All four had raging hard-ons, as did every one of
the spectators.

"Gentlemen," Randy said, "allow me to introduce my assistant ... my kid
brother Ben, Jason's boy."  Ben stepped forward and acknowledged the burst
of applause by raising both hands in the air, each clutching a jar of lube.
He put one on the ground by Lloyd and the other by Grady.

"Right, little brother, now you get to choose which winner fucks which
loser.  You are Jason's boy so who do you want your fireman to fuck?"

Ben had been taught by Eddie how to milk a moment of importance and he now
walked around the group rubbing his chin, an incongruous picture of a dark
haired young gypsy pretending to be a wise judge.  He finally nodded at
Randy, who said, "Gentlemen, we have a verdict.  How do you find, bro?"

Ben puffed up his chest and announced his decision.  "Sir, Jason fucks
Lloyd ... so Adam fucks Grady."

During the burst of cheers Steve leaned over to Mike and said, "It was a
rigged verdict.  If I know my brother, and I do, he primed our kid brother
in advance.  He knew Grady wanted Adam, so ..."  His eyes sparkled.  "Just
look at Randy, Mike.  So in charge, everyone eating out of his hand.  And
so fucking gorgeous in that blue T-shirt.  And just wait `til he takes it
off – and he will.  Right now he's teasing the guys.  So fucking
beautiful."

Mike looked at Steve's glowing face and grinned to himself.  Yep, totally
in love.

Adam and Jason had taken their places on their knees behind Grady and Lloyd
respectively.  With a sense of synchronized drama they dipped into the jars
beside them and pushed their fingers gently into the jock asses raised in
expectation.  The gym-buddies Lloyd and Grady, who had often fooled around
in the locker room of their gym, now turned their heads, looked into each
other's eyes and kissed, moaning as they felt the invasion of their asses
begin.

"Jesus," Mike murmured to Steve, "your guys sure know how to put on a
show."  Mike fell into his voyeur habit of describing the scene as it
unfolded.  "Look at those two, Adam and Jason, arms flexing as they grease
up their buddies' butts.  Man, that Aussie is such a damn stud ... flawless
physique, criminally handsome, short dark hair – a real alpha male if
ever I saw one.  Can't wait for him to shove that huge dick up Tarzan's
ass."

"Won't have long to wait, buddy," said Steve, "with Randy calling the
shots."

He was right.  "OK, the Aussie first," Randy said.  "Go for it, stud."  The
cheers died down and the crowd watched in rapt silence as Adam eased his
pole into Grady's ass, slowly, deeper and deeper.  The only sound was
Grady's ecstatic moans and the heavy breathing of men stroking their cocks
as they looked on mesmerized.  Bob looked anxiously at Mario and was
reassured by the joy shining in his eyes at the sight of his lover's
evident excitement.

Jason came next, not so subtle as he said, "Here it comes, big guy.  Take
it and weep."  He rammed his cock in Lloyd's ass and tears did indeed
spring to his eyes as his head reared back and he howled with the pain and
pleasure of sudden penetration.

The aggressors, Adam and Jason, grinned at each other as they fucked their
victims, and from then on coordinated their rhythms and thrusts –
running the gamut from gentle caress to pile-driving slams.  Jason, of
course, with his narcissistic nature, was showing off – the blond Adonis
pounding the dark-haired gym-jock.  Adam, the cool, confident Australian
got off fucking the magnificent Tarzan but he glanced often at Mario to
make sure of his approval.

Randy decided to kick the action up a notch.  "OK, these guys need help
here.  Who's it gonna be?  Mario, Pete ... get your asses and your dicks
over here.

Mario smiled at Bob and gave a `whatever' shrug.  "His master's voice," Bob
grinned.

Pete was sitting with his boy Brandon and now ruffled his hair.  "Sounds
like I'm needed, kiddo."

"Go show `em who's boss, sir."

When Mario and Ranger Pete joined the group their role was obvious.  While
the two jocks got their asses reamed Randy had pulled their heads back and
they were looking upward, their arms braced stiffly, hands planted on the
ground in front of them.

Mario looked down at Grady who gave him a dazzling smile.  Mario bent down
and kissed him on the lips.  "Don't have to guess what you want, amico.
Non è un segreto ... è evidente."

"Ooh, say that again, buddy, and I'll cum.  Better still, let me suck your
dick."  Mario smiled, shrugged off his loose black shirt, untied his beige
linen pants and pulled out his long, hard cock.  Grady licked the head and
moaned, "Ooh, Adam's pounding my ass so hard ... make me feel better,
amico."

"For you, mi amore, anything."  Mario pushed his hips forward and slid his
cock all the way down his lover's throat.  He looked across Grady's body
and smiled at Adam who found himself turned on by both Grady's hot ass and
the Italian's warm smile.  "You blokes are bloody terrific you know that?
Come on, mate, let's give Tarzan what he wants, yeah?"

As the Aussie and the Italian fucked both ends, Pete and Jason followed
suit.  Pete unzipped his pants and grinned down at Lloyd's upturned face.
"Man, I' always wanted to bang that sexy mouth.  Open up, big guy."
Lloyd's jaw sagged and Pete shoved his cock in his mouth.

Pete grinned at Jason facing him. "OK, Jason, we're a team – fireman and
ranger.  Show me what you got, buddy."  Jason took him at his word and
flexed his muscles dramatically as his hips pounded down on Lloyd's ass.
"Shit," Pete said, "that's fucking beautiful, man.  Let's give it to him,
stud."

Mike was blown away by the six heaving musclehunks and stroked his crotch
feverishly.  "Er, Steve, is it allowed for a guy to pull out his dick and
jack off to this?"

Steve roared with laughter.  "Allowed?  It's required!  What do you think
the other guys are doing?  Mike old buddy, you gotta show your appreciation
for these jocks' performance."

That's all Mike needed to hear.  He unzipped, yanked out his cock and
stroked it as he watched the four hunks go at it, taking care not to lose
his load right away.  By this time Mario and Adam were smiling into each
other's eyes, each man reaching forward and tit-twisting the other as they
coordinated their thrusts into Grady, fore and aft.

Jason, pushing exhibitionism to the max, had linked his hands behind his
head, elbows outstretched, displaying his physique, his washboard abs
flexing hard as he rammed his cock in Lloyd's ass.  Pete reached forward
and ran his hands over the young fireman's sculpted chest while Lloyd
clenched his throat round Pete's cock.

The spectacular tableau of two alpha gym jocks, their asses and faces
impaled on their buddies' piston rods, was a total sensory overload that no
man could survive – certainly not these six guys and their audience.  It
was, predictably, ringmaster Randy who brought things to a head.

"OK, guys, this is it," he yelled as he pulled his T-shirt off and tossed
it aside.

Steve nudged Mike.  "Told you so.  Look at that gorgeous body."

Striding shirtless around the heaving group Randy was the undisputed leader
of the clan as he yelled, "Guys ... are we a tribe or what?  We support
each other, right?  So let's prove it ... you all know the ritual, so let's
do it.  You ready ... you ready?  OK, now!"  Towering over the crowd he
pumped both fists in the air and howled, "Now! ... Now! ...  Now!"

Mario, Adam, Pete and Jason gave a collective shout as they all climaxed
together ... Grady and Lloyd choked as semen poured into their asses and
mouths ... and the grass was wet with cum ... a tribal tribute from the
dazzled spectators.

It was a pretty safe bet that no other water polo match ever, anywhere,
ended up quite like this.

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

Having shot his load Mike stuffed his cock quickly back in his pants, not
used to so publicly blowing his wad in a raucous crowd this big.

Steve grinned at him.  "Overwhelming, eh Mike?  I know – took me a while
to get used to this clan too, with their extrovert, orgiastic celebrations.
That's the thing about these guys ... always no holds barred.  In this
tribe we don't hold our feelings back, and the tribe is the stronger for
it.

"`Course, they all take their cue from Randy.  Did you see how he was in
total control, pumping his fists in the air like that.  He looked so
fucking hot.  I'm sure that a lot of those guys were staring at him when
they finally shot their loads.

"I don't doubt it," Mike agreed, seeing again that look of rapt admiration
on Steve's face.  "But I noticed that Randy himself didn't pull out his
dick and jerk off."

Steve smiled knowingly.  "Nah, not him.  He's saving it.  One thing about
my big brother, he never lets himself be outshone by anyone, even a group
of spectacular jocks like those guys.  Always has to prove he's the leader
... always has the last word."

"I, er, notice you didn't cum either, Steve," Mike said tentatively.  "You,
er, saving it too?"

"Me?  Nah, I ... just didn't feel ... I dunno, I ..."

Mike had clearly hit a nerve and decided to go for broke.  "Steve, I may be
way out of line here and you can tell me to shut my big mouth, but ... I
mean, I know you are brothers and all but have you ... have you and Randy
ever had sex?"

Cool, confident Doctor Steve was not a man to blush but he did now.  "Well,
Mike, since you ask, yeah we have ... a couple of times.

"See, like I said, we were separated as soon as I was born and put up for
adoption, so we didn't know each other existed until Mark referred Randy to
me for anger management therapy.  We were attracted to each and at first
had sex together with Bob – but of course we had no idea we were
brothers.  That came much later when I finally checked with the adoption
agency, we had DNA tests and got the verdict.

"Well Randy went apeshit, felt threatened, and reacted in typical brutal
fashion ... the only way he knew how.  To `prove' we couldn't be brothers
he barged into my house and fucked me ... raped my ass ... and made me cum.
I'll never forget what he said then ... the words are seared on my brain.

"He yelled, `So much for brotherly love, eh, Steve?  Didn't feel very
fraternal to me either.  So much for sharing our life together.  The only
thing we shared was bodily fluids when I fucked you up the ass.  Think of
it this way, though ... we just bonded.  So let's call it a day and put all
this `brother' bullshit behind us.  You go your way and I'll go mine.
Maybe a great fuck now and then and that's it.  See, I like my life the way
it is, Steve, so stay out of it.  I don't have a brother."

"Wow," Mike said.  "That was cold."

"Oh, you know Randy.  He calmed down, his instinct for protecting his
brothers kicked in and we became good friends.  Oh there was one time when
we went up to the dunes with our little brother Ben and, to prove he was
tough, the kid got all macho, bless him, and ordered me to fuck Randy, so I
did.  Didn't want to deflate the kid's ego, so I `followed orders'."

Steve stared into space, obviously visualizing the scene, and his eyes
sparkled.  Then he snapped back to the present.  "But that was to indulge
Ben, and ever since then we've just been ... family.  The way it should be.
You asked if I was in love with Randy.  Well no, not in the way you mean.
We love each other like brothers, good buddies.  I admire him, he's
gorgeous, but there's no ..." he frowned with distaste ..."no sexual
attraction.  Not at all.  Hell, we're brothers."

"Yeah, of course," Mike said quietly.  "Of course."

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

The four jocks – the fuckers and the fucked – had launched themselves
back in the pool where the post-sex horseplay was even more joyful than the
pre-sex.  Pete had rejoined Brandon and Mario was sitting with Bob again,
sipping wine.

Mario watched Grady splashing in the pool, then turned to Bob with shining
eyes.  "He's having a good time, don't you think, Bob?"

"Absolutely the best, Mario," Bob reassured him.  "The studio could be a
million miles away instead of just over the hill in Burbank."

With a satisfied smile Mario took another sip of wine, then looked around
him.  "Steve seems to be getting along very well with Mike.  They've been
chatting up a storm since Mike got here."

"Well, I'm not surprised," Bob said.  "You know, Mario, when it comes right
down to it there's not a hell of a lot of difference between a bar owner
and a psychiatrist.  They both spend most of their time at work listening
to other people's troubles and dishing out advice.  Only difference here
is, one's in a posh Beverly Hills office and the other in a leather bar.
One has all the diplomas, the other years of a bartender's experience."

Bob chuckled.  "And sometimes guys are more inclined to take advice from a
bartender than a shrink, especially if they're lubricated with booze.  Take
Randy.  Not many guys can claim to have tamed that hothead gypsy but Mike
did ... and without throwing a punch."

Mario said, "But amico, you long ago tamed Randy, did you not?"

"Oh, I don't think tamed is the word," Bob laughed.  "I don't want to
either.  I like the wild stallion in him, and the only thing you can do
with a stallion is corral it occasionally.  Huh, Steve didn't even succeed
in doing that.  They're too much alike, those two, and like a lot of
brothers there's always a competitive edge there, a kind of tension –
can never quite put my finger on it."

He gave a puzzled frown.  "I've watched them together and there's a mix of
respect, grudging admiration and brotherly affection ... but there's
something else too ... something, I dunno, something unexpressed, just
below the surface.  There are times when Randy is putting on his macho
show, as he did just now – you know, arrogant, lord-of-all-he-surveys,
knowing everyone watching him has a hard-on – and I catch Steve staring
at him and ..."

Bob shook his head.  "I dunno what I'm talking about.  I'm not making much
sense am I, and it's a fool's game anyway, trying to understand that
family, even their little brother Ben.  That's what makes them so
fascinating.  You just have to sit back and let them do what they do."

They drank in silence, soaking up the magic of the tribe with its tangled
web of relationships between men and boys, each with his own strong
personality and desires.  The jocks finally climbed out of the pool and
dried off, and Grady came and sat close to Mario and threw his arm round
his shoulder.

"You OK, amico?  You didn't mind all that – me getting fucked by Adam
and all?  Sure loved the taste of your cock but I want more than that.
Just wait `til I get you in bed tonight, dude."

They nuzzled while the others sat around in groups drinking, and there was
a natural lull in the tempo.  The boys would pretty soon begin setting up
for the meal that would no doubt stretch through the afternoon – a late
lunch blending all the way into dinner.  It was a reflection of the Italian
meals Mario was used to in his native Tuscany, where peasant feasts in the
countryside were festive occasions that went on forever.

But the lull was deceptive.  The preliminary festivities were not quite
over ... there was one more act to play out before they sat down to eat.
And once again Randy rose to his feet.

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

Still shirtless, all Randy had to do was clear his throat for their full
attention.  His towering presence was enough to command silence.
"Gentlemen!  On behalf of the whole tribe I want to thank Mario and Grady
for opening their home to us and putting on this great shindig.  You two
are the best.  So, guys, raise your glasses in a toast to ... Tarzan and
his Mate!"

"Tarzan and his Mate!"  The ragged chorus rang out across the garden
accompanied by cheers and wolf whistles.  One penetrating look from Randy's
blue eyes brought silence again.  "But we owe them more than cheers and a
toast ... we have to make our own contribution to the festivities ... call
it an appetizer before we eat.  And it falls to me as leader to come up
with something special.

"And bigger and better," Steve whispered to Mike with a broad grin.

"Seeing Grady get his gorgeous ass ploughed by our Aussie stud Adam gave me
the idea.  He willingly submitted his ass for our enjoyment ... and so will
I!"  He paused for dramatic effect, to let the stunning idea sink in.  "My
ass is on offer to the first man who's big enough and tough enough to take
it.  Who's it gonna be?  This is a limited time offer, guys, so make your
choice."

A ripple of excited anticipation ran through the group as the boys looked
at the men in turn.  It wouldn't be Bob – too obvious – he could fuck
Randy whenever he wanted.  Not the jocks either, nor Mario and Pete –
all those guys had already pumped their dicks dry.  The obvious contenders
were Mark, Zack and Hassan who were always considered Randy's equal in
strength and dominance.

But as all eyes focused on them there was a reluctance in all three.  They
were not the kind of men who liked being `invited' to fuck Randy and add to
his luster as star attraction.  They played second fiddle to no one, least
of all to Randy as a kind of magician's assistant.  And his veiled taunt of
`big enough and tough enough' was not likely to seduce them.  So a moment
of tense silence followed Randy's surprise offer.

Sitting some distance away from the group Mike said quietly to Steve, "Shit
damn, the guy's fucking incredible.  He sure knows how to hold center
stage.  Look at him, standing there stripped to the waist with that smoking
hot body, those steel blue eyes almost defying anyone to rise to the
challenge.  And there's not a limp dick in the place.  Who do you think is
gonna ...?"

His voice trailed off as he looked at Steve and saw the glow on his
handsome face, lips slightly apart, and the gleam in his eyes as he stared
at Randy.  Mike had seen that look on Steve's face before and it could mean
only one thing ... worship.

Mike leaned toward him and murmured in his ear, "Remember what you said
earlier Steve?  `In this tribe we don't hold our feelings back, and we're
stronger for it.'  So don't hold back, buddy ... it'll make you stronger.
Your brother too."

The silence was starting to become oppressive as the three men looked at
each other, waiting for one of the others to make a move.  And then one man
rose slowly to his feet – but it was none of them.  For a few seconds no
one noticed, focused as they were on the main group.  But then they
glimpsed the movement at the distant table ... and there was a collective
gasp.

The handsome doctor stood there unbuttoning his white shirt and shrugging
it off.  He stood still, bare chested like his brother, two look-alike men,
their blue eyes focused on each other like lasers across the empty space
separating them.  In the stunned silence, broken only by the sound of the
slight breeze and the dry drone of the cicadas, no one was sure what was
happening.  Randy and Steve?  Two handsome alpha males?  Almost identical
brothers?"

The group collectively held its breath and Steve moved away from the table,
walked slowly across the grass and stood facing Randy.  He said simply,
"I'll fuck you, bro."

The two men stared at each other motionless and tension was heavy in the
air as the group waited for Randy's reaction.  His eyes were steady but
veins twitched in his neck, and the onlookers half expected him to erupt as
he did so often when backed into a corner, with his fists.

Then they saw the corners of his mouth turn up in a hint of a smile.  He
reached out, folded his hand round the back of Steve's neck ... and pulled
his face forward in a grinding kiss.  A cheer went up as relief flooded the
group, replaced by excitement at what would come next.

When their mouths separated Steve said, "Randy, I've wanted this for so
long."

Randy flashed his gleaming smile.  "Then why the hell didn't you say so,
asshole?"

Immediately they were ripping open their pants, kicking off their shoes and
in seconds they were naked.  Like mirror images they ran their hands over
the other's face, neck, shoulders, chest and abs, then wrapped their arms
tight round each other, pressing their hard bodies together, swaying in
each other's embrace.

At last they separated and Steve smiled, "Did you mean what you said,
Randy?"

"Hey, have you ever known me renege on a promise, bro?  You and me, we're
men of our word.  Runs in the family.  I said it – I meant it."

Suddenly he knelt on the grass then fell on his back and spread-eagled his
arms and legs, offering himself to his handsome brother under the
astonished gaze of the tribe that he led. The King of the Gypsies was
surrendering his ass to another man ... his own brother!

Steve knelt down between Randy's legs as Ben came forward holding a jar of
lube.  Randy grinned up at him.  "Thanks little brother but not for us
... not in this family.  But I want you to watch, kiddo ... watch your two
big brothers make love."

Steve spat in his hand and rubbed saliva over his cock, as long and thick
as his brother's big shaft.  He grabbed Randy's ankles, held his legs up
high and pressed the head of his cock against his hole.  "I love you, man.
This is for my big, bad brother."  Smiling into Randy's eyes he drove his
cock forcefully in his ass, knowing that the tough gypsy was feeling no
pain.

Randy's head went back, then rocked from side to side as he sighed, "Yeah,"
then louder and louder, "yeah ... yeah ... yeah!"

Steve pulled Randy's legs over his shoulders, leaned forward and braced
himself with his open palms on the hard slabs of Randy's pecs.  "And now,
big brother, I am gonna fuck ass.  And you know how we fuck in this family.
We copy you."

There was no more foreplay, just a quickly building fuck until the
muscle-stud doctor was pounding the gypsy's ass ... his brother's ass.
Randy was electrified by the sensation and flexed his body hard, his
muscles rippling as his brother's cock jackhammered his ass.  "Yeah, give
it to me bro.  Harder, man.  Hard as you like.  Let's show `em what this
family's made of."

Having watched at first in silent awe the group now let rip with the
exhilaration of watching their leader get reamed by the musclehunk doctor
they admired so much.  They yelled, cheered and pounded their own cocks as
the excitement mounted.

Mike came and sat next to Bob.  "Well, Bob, Steve said Randy always had to
do something bigger and better, be the star of the show.  Damn if he wasn't
right!"

"With a little help from his younger brother," Bob grinned.  "And this
could go on for some time.  They're putting on a show for each other, the
tribe ... and their little brother Ben.  Look at the kid staring at them.
He's so proud to be their brother – a boy in a magical world – and so
are they.  I've watched the twins make love to each other and there's
nothing quite like it."

Bob was right.  As Randy gazed up at the face so like his, at the blue eyes
so like his own, he had the other-worldly sense of being fucked by himself.
And now he knew what other guys were feeling when he fucked them – the
big thick cock filling his ass, the tantalizing rhythm of the pile driver
bringing him almost to orgasm, then slowing right down to a gentle massage,
lulling him into a dream state until suddenly the pace picked up and the
savage attack resumed.

And always the eyes ... his own pale blue eyes that had hypnotized so many
men were now staring down at him, luring him into a world of enchantment.
Randy loved seeing his own reflection in Bob's brown eyes, but now had the
dizzying impression of seeing himself in his own eyes, through his own
eyes, a kaleidoscopic hall of mirrors that went to infinity.

For them the crowd disappeared, sounds were muted as they drifted into
their own world and Randy moaned, "I love you, man.  I love your dick
inside me.  I wanna feel your ass too.  Can I fuck you bro?"

Steve smiled, "You know you can do anything you want Randy.  God, you are
so damn beautiful."  He fell on top of Randy and they kissed passionately.
Steve's cock slid out of him, they rolled over and over together on the
grass, then Randy was on top of him.

Their positions were now reversed, though to the onlookers there seemed
little difference ... still one ruggedly handsome, muscular man fucking his
lookalike, their blues eyes boring into each other.  Only this time the man
on the bottom, impaled on his brother's cock, was Steve, moaning, "I love
you man, you feel so good inside me.  Fuck me bro.  Fuck me hard."

And Bob was right about another thing.  It did seem to go on forever as
they alternated, rolling over, first one on top then the other.  It was as
if they had lost all track of time ... as if time did not exist.  And in
their world it didn't.  But what did exist in their world, in abundance,
was passion – emotional, spiritual, physical passion for which there
could be only one ultimate release.  And the time for that had come.

The crowd wondered which man would cum inside the other, but in that too
the brothers had their own agenda.  Randy, on the bottom now, grinned up at
Steve.  "You ready, brother?"

"You know I am," Steve said.  Steve pulled his cock out and Randy got off
his back, both of them on their knees facing each other, close enough that
their knees touched.  And now, as they stroked their cocks, it was all
about the eyes, penetrating each other.  Randy said, "You know I can make a
guy bust his load just by staring at him."

"Me too, Steve smiled.  A talent that runs in the family."  The crowd
watched breathlessly as they leaned back slightly and pounded their cocks,
their bodies tensed, muscles flexed.  Their eyes shared the same hypnotic
gaze, smiled the same smile, and the same ecstatic howl escaped their lips
as their cocks exploded with twin plumes of juice that rose in the air and
splashed down on their brother's face and chest and ran down the ridges of
their abs.

Randy shifted so he was kneeling beside Steve, both of them looking up at
Ben.  "Come on, little brother, you're family," Randy grinned.  "Let's see
what you got."

Ben stood in front of them, staring down at his big brothers on their
knees, his cock in his hand.  It took no effort to spray their beautiful
bodies with the jizz he had been holding back all this time.  The sight of
the juice of three brothers pouring over their muscles was too much for the
young gypsy and he launched himself on top of them, knocking them flat on
the ground.

He was engulfed in their arms, rolling over in a tangle of muscular limbs,
laughing with joy at being smothered by the strength and power of his two
big brothers ... smothered also by the semen that poured down on them from
the group of men awestruck by this dazzling display of brotherly love.

One of those men was Mike, who now for the second time pushed his dripping
cock back in his pants and sat down with Bob, Grady and Mario.  "Man, I
have never seen anything to match that.  What a family!  Yup, Randy and his
brothers stole the show, alright."

"Did you really expect anything else, Mike?" Bob laughed.  "It goes with
the territory round here."

"It just goes to show," Mario smiled. "Love has many faces.  And if we
don't understand it, it doesn't matter ... love sings its own song.  As we
say in Italy ... L'amore è amore."

 "Ooh, say that again, buddy," Grady laughed.  "Turns me on."

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

As soon as the show was over Danny and the twins ran back to the kitchen
and the boys arranged the individual tables into one big square one
ingeniously designed by Thomas.  They threw a huge white cloth over it,
made many trips to and from the kitchen ferrying dishes and food, and
within an hour dinner was on the table and the whole clan was chowing down.

Now that the horseplay, posturing and preening had died down the group
became more talkative and civilized – or what passed for civilized in
this clamorous tribe.  Randy and Bob sat next to Steve and Mike and talked
mostly about the tribe, discussing the various couplings and relationships
as they watched the animated crowd.

Most of the other men sat with their boys and tried to carry on an adult
conversation in competition with the noisy exuberance of the youngsters.
One voice dominated the boys' conversation as usual.  Eddie's clattering
stream of consciousness was non-stop, noisier than ever after the
excitement of watching such riveting sexual spectacles.  It seemed that the
more excited and garrulous he became, the more silent his master Hassan
became.  Several times he tried to restrain his boy, though it was
difficult to get a word in sideways.

In fact, ever since the group had assembled today, the strong, silent
Marine had been less talkative than usual, it seemed to Bob, whose
sensitive antennae always made him aware of the currents flowing beneath
the surface of the gathering.  He had commented on this to Steve who, as a
therapist, was equally attuned to the group dynamic.

"Seems a bit out of sorts," Steve agreed.  "I think he's under pressure at
work – a new batch of Marine recruits testing his patience and putting
him on edge.  And his boy's constant chatter can't help.  I was telling
Mike that Hassan loves Eddie like crazy but it's kind of a mismatch –
the silent, reclusive Marine captain and the gregarious Eddie rattling away
like a machine gun."

Bob looked at the irritated expression on Hassan's face and frowned.  "I've
never seen him look at his kid that way, Steve.  Kinda ominous, don't you
think?"

"Well, all relationships have their ups and downs, of course, especially
one between a master and boy who have as little in common as these two.
It'll probably blow over, though.  And if not you'll be there to pick up
the pieces."

"Yeah," Bob sighed, "that's what I'm afraid of.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 326


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