Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2017 22:22:56 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 350  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 350
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

1) Larry is treated to a jungle fantasy by Grady, the new movie
Tarzan. They act out a wild scene ending with the muscular Tarzan
spread-eagled on the jungle floor, fucked senseless.  2) Middle-aged Mike
is still daunted by the age difference between him and his new boy Larry.
But Larry's playful sexuality is irresistible as he lies naked on the bed.
"Here I am, sir, your brand new boy – and I'm all yours."


CHAPTER 350 – "JUNGLE FANTASIES – REAL-LIFE PASSIONS"


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

Randy, the blunt-speaking leader of the tribe, said it best to the new boy
Larry.

With his usual lack of finesse, he chuckled, "Hell, kid, you look like you
just hit the jackpot.  That glow can only mean one thing.  You fucked,
didn't you?  You fucked a guy for the first time, am I right?  The jungle
drums round here have been keeping us up with your sexual exploits all day.
Looks like you've been fucking your way through the clan pretty good."

Larry had been with them only a week but in that time he had earned his
place in the tribe. More importantly for him, he had officially become
Mike's boy.  Better known as Uncle Mike, the middle-aged bar-owner from
Palm Springs had been visiting the clan when Larry burst on the scene.

In his early twenties, Larry was new to sex with men, but despite their age
difference and Mike's warning they should take things slowly, they grew
ever closer.  Larry's youthful, eager sexuality had eventually won the day
and at last Mike had proclaimed for all to hear, "I'm gonna take care of
him, I'm gonna teach him.  He's coming to live with me."

And so Friday came, the day set for Mike's return home to the desert
... taking Larry with him.  "So today's the big day, kiddo," Mike said as
they lay in bed early that morning.  "We'll leave this afternoon.  And
tomorrow we'll be joined in the desert by Mark and Jamie, Jason and Ben.
You haven't had much to do with Jason yet, the hottest fireman in any
calendar," Mike grinned, "so you'll have a chance to get to know him
better.  Should be an interesting weekend.

"But this morning, before we go, I wanna introduce you to my young nephew
Brian.  He's my only relative, he's in a wheelchair and lived a lonely life
in an old trailer park in the desert until the tribe saved him.  He now
works up at the Grady House and we're invited for an early lunch.

Larry was tingling with excitement as they arrived at the big, solid gates
that gave no hint of the luxurious house behind them.  Mike pressed a
button at the keypad and an excited young voice came from the intercom.
"Uncle Mike, is that you?  Come on in, we were expecting you."  The gates
swung silently open, Mike drove in and they quickly closed behind them.
"That was my nephew Brian," Mike said.

"How did he know it was you, sir?"  Mike pointed upwards.  "Cameras at the
gate and all round the place.  Mark and Randy installed a heavy security
system here.  Look there's Brian."

A boy in a wheelchair came spinning out to meet them and Mike introduced
them.  Brian offered to give Larry a tour of the opulent house but first
went off to clear it with Mario.  Larry asked Mike, "But why all the
secrecy and security, sir?  Is this Mario famous or something?"

Before he could answer Brian came rolling back and said, "OK, dude, come
with me."  Inside, Larry looked around wide-eyed ... he had never seen such
a big, beautiful house.  They went upstairs in the elevator and as they
walked into the wide corridor a beautiful, dark-haired man, casually but
elegantly dressed, came out of a room and broke into a dazzling smile."

"Ah, che bel ragazzo.  You must be Larry," Mario said in his lilting
Italian accent, "and I was not here to meet you.  Imperdonabile – mi
scusi, Larry.  We have heard so much about you from Uncle Mike, I think you
have quite bewitched him.  And now we get to meet you."  He shook the hand
of the dazzled boy who stammered, "Hello, sir."

"Grady will be home from the studio soon," Mario smiled.  "He only had a
few short scenes this morning – they're shooting the sequel already, you
know."  Apparently, Larry thought, Mario wrongly assumed he knew all about
this Grady character.  Must be Mario's lover.  "We thought we would have
lunch by the pool.  Danny is preparing it right now and Brandon is coming
up to help out.  Come, let's go downstairs."

Outside Mike was with Danny who was wearing an apron and chef's hat and
greeted Larry enthusiastically.  Just then came the sound of tires in
gravel outside, the gate swung open and in came a jeep with a man behind
the wheel wearing cargo shorts, a loose tank top, a baseball cap pulled low
over his eyes which were hidden behind sunglasses.

"Amico!" Mario shouted and ran toward him.  The man threw off his cap,
pulled off his sunglasses and opened his arms for Mario to fall into them.
Larry's jaw dropped and his heart missed a beat.  "That ... that looks like
the Tarzan guy.  His picture's all over St. Louis."

"All over the country, dude," Brian said with a touch of pride.  "All over
the world probably.  Yup, he's Tarzan alright.  His movie's gonna be real
big."

"But he's ... I mean he's about the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen.  And
he's Mario's lover?  I mean, he lives here?"

"That's why it's called the Grady House, dude," Danny grinned.  "But don't
be nervous.  He's not a bit like a movie star.  He's just one of the guys
here."  As if to prove the point Grady broke free of Mario and shouted
across the garden, "Larry!"

Mario's greeting upstairs had been warm and a touch formal, but Grady was
much more effusive.  He bounded forward, scooped Larry into a tight hug and
said, "Great to meet you, you young heart-breaker.  I hear you're stealing
Uncle Mike away from us.  Well, it's about time he found a soul-mate and
I'm real glad it's you."

Grady threw his arm round Larry and focused all his attention on him as he
talked. The charismatic actor had the knack of making him feel he was the
only boy in the world right now.

"But ... but ..." Larry sputtered.  "Are you really the new Tarzan in that
movie?  I can't believe it."

"Hey, do you hear that guys?" Grady laughed.  "If Larry don't believe I'm
Tarzan the audiences won't either and the movie will bomb.  Only one thing
for it ... I guess I'll have to prove it."  In an instant he pulled off his
tank-top, dropped his shorts and held his arms out dramatically.  He was
wearing only his Tarzan loincloth that he'd had on under his shorts.

Larry gasped at the sight of this stunning muscle-jock with the perfect
physique and handsome, smiling face, stripped down to a loincloth.  "Still
don't believe me, dude?  OK, stand by for blasting."  He cupped his hands
round his mouth and let out an earsplitting Tarzan yell.  The group bust
out laughing and Larry said, "OK, sir, I believe you.  It's just that I've
seen your picture everywhere and never dreamed I'd actually meet you.'

"Well, if we're talking dreams here I guess I gotta give you something
special to remember. Hey, Danny, how long do we have before lunch?"

"Oh, a good hour, sir."

"Great, so we have time.  Larry, I'm gonna show you the ritual of the
house.  When I come home from the studio the first thing I do is take a
plunge in the pool to wash off the sweat of the studio.  Then I climb out
and make love to my gorgeous Italian hunk here.  And ... on special
occasions – which this is – we can't even wait to get to our room so
we do it right here in front of everyone."  He grinned.  "We have no shame
– or inhibitions.

"And, here's the kicker.  When there is a guest of honor we even invite him
to join in.  Now, today is a celebration of new love – the love between
you and Uncle Mike.  So guess what?  You, Larry, are the guest of honor.
You get it?"

Grady ran to the pool and the others followed him.  He paused at the edge
... and dived in, a real Tarzan dive, body stretched, muscles rippling in
the hot sun.  As they all looked on he swam powerful stokes from one end of
the pool to the other and back.

In a daze Larry looked at Brian and said, "Am I dreaming dude, or is this
for real?"

"Oh it's real alright," Brian laughed.  "We've all had the treatment, and
now it's your turn.  You ain't seen nothin' yet."

Grady swam over to them and rested his folded arms on the edge of the pool,
his glorious face, streaming with water, beaming up at them.  "Mario, mi
amore, get naked.  It's showtime."


********************* Chapter 350 **********************

Grady pulled himself strongly from the pool and stood smiling at the group
with water pouring down his muscular body, his wet loincloth clinging to
his hips and over the bulge of his cock.  He held his arms out wide.  "See,
Larry, now do you believe I'm Tarzan?"

Larry was speechless.  He had seen many previous Tarzan movies where the
jungle-man swims across a river and pulls himself up the bank, but it had
never looked as gorgeous as this Tarzan.  And this time it was as if Tarzan
had come down from the screen and was actually standing in front of him.
"I ... I can't believe you're real," Larry stammered.

Grady laughed, "Well, if you don't believe your eyes you'll believe the
touch, especially when the jungle man is wet."  Grady wrapped his arms
round Larry and he felt the warm, wet flesh of the muscular body pressed
against him.  "That real enough for you, kiddo?  Make you feel like you're
in the movie?  OK, time to let your imagination run wild.  One thing we
like in this house is fantasy, eh, Brian ... eh, Danny?"

"Yes sir!" they said in unison.

"Good, so let's spice things up a bit.  Where did Mario go?  Ah!"

Grady went to a nearby tree where a rope was hanging from a branch,
evidently something he had used in the past when playing games with Mario.
He stretched up and grabbed the rope, took a few steps backward, then
launched himself forward, like Tarzan on a vine, and dropped to the ground
a few feet from Mario.

Mario knew the game well and loved to indulge his playful lover.  It
excited the handsome Italian to be part of this gorgeous jock's sex games
and he played his part well.  As instructed he had stripped naked and was
now leaning back against a tree.  And to `spice things up' as Grady had
said, Mario's arms were stretched back round the tree and he had wrapped a
short rope round his own wrists behind it.

To Larry's fertile imagination Tarzan had just swung in to rescue the naked
prisoner ...  Well that's how the movie usually went ... but this was no
ordinary movie.  Grady affected a surprised look as he gazed at the
beautiful dark-haired man tied to a tree, his chiseled features wincing
with dread (though his rock-hard cock somehow contradicted his look of
fear).

"So, what do we have here?" the loin-clothed Grady said lasciviously,
pacing back and forth in front of him.  He reached out and ran his hand
lightly over his muscular chest and ripped abs.

Mesmerized, Larry whispered to Brian, "What's he gonna do to him?  Fuck
him?"

"Dunno," Brian grinned.  "Guess he'll do what comes naturally to a
jungle-man.  Feel free to stroke you're cock, dude.  We always do at times
like this."  Just then Brandon arrived for lunch, and wheeled himself over
to the group.  He whispered to Danny, "The jungle scene again?"

"Of course," Danny grinned, "what else?  This time it's for Larry's
benefit."

By now Tarzan was stroking the bound man's face, neck, chest abs and
thighs, avoiding (for now) his genital area.  "Who did this to you?  Does
the handsome prisoner want me to release him?  Maybe I will, but first
... mm, you're body feels so good."  Grady gazed into Mario's brown eyes,
grabbed the sides of his head, leaned forward and pressed his lips on his
mouth, probing inside with his tongue.

"Mmm, you taste good, naked man – I wonder if the rest of you would be
to Tarzan's taste."  He kissed Mario's eyes, licked his neck, then all the
way down his body, and lowered himself to his knees in front of him, gazing
at his rock-hard dick already oozing pre-cum.  For dramatic effect Mario
struggled as if puling at the ropes to get free.

"You cannot escape, young man, until I have tasted your manhood."

Totally lost in the fantasy Larry was stoking his cock with one hand and
squeezing Brian's hand with the other.  He felt he was living a new Tarzan
fantasy, though this one was unlike any Tarzan movie he had ever seen
... the jungle man in his loincloth on his knees before the beautiful,
naked captive, gazing hungrily at his cock.  "He's gonna suck his dick,"
Larry moaned, partly to Brian partly to himself.  "Tarzan's gonna suck
dick.  Tarzan don't suck dick."

"This one does," Brian chuckled.  "Just watch."

And that's just what Tarzan did, sliding his mouth over the long cock,
swallowing it down to the back of his throat.  He began to suck the shaft
slowly making guttural groans while Mario rolled his head from side to side
in ecstasy.  Larry pounded his meat but Brian warned quietly, "Don't cum,
dude, whatever you do.  You're gonna need all your jizz soon."

Grady too pulled back, careful not to make Mario cum, and the captive
groaned in frustration.  He stood up and gave a lecherous grin.  "I am not
finished with you, stranger.  If you are my prisoner ... so is your ass."
Grady reached round and untied the ropes, then turned Mario round and
pushed him face-first against the tree, his arms round it, and roped them
to a stub of a branch high on the other side.  "Now he's gonna fuck him,"
Larry said out loud.

Cupping his hands over the white globes of Mario's ass Grady groaned, "Yes
... yes ... I have to take it ... it is mine."  He pressed his bulging
loincloth against the flexed ass as Mario moaned "No!" and struggled again.
Ignoring his pleas Grady pulled his cock out of his loincloth, spat on it,
stroked it, and eased it between the cheeks and into the warm depths of the
Italian's ass.

As Larry watched Tarzan ploughing the ass of his naked prisoner tied to the
tree his cock was shuddering, about to unload, so he grabbed the hands of
Brian on one side and Danny on the other.  Mario was struggling and moaning
out loud, "No ... barbaro ... basta ... basta!

But Grady continued fucking.  Like a good actor and fantasist he was really
getting into his role, much to the delight of the audience.  "You are a
beautiful man, stranger, and I will own your ass.  I will keep you here as
Tarzan's sex slave.  You will be my mate, and all day I will fuck your face
and your ass.  You will never escape from me."

"No!" Mario shouted again.  He struggled mightily and yanked at the ropes
biding his wrists behind the tree.  Of course they both knew that Grady had
used the `escape knot' that Randy had taught everyone, and Mario now made
use of it.  He yanked on the dangling loose end, the ropes unraveled and
his arms were free.  He pushed back against Grady, forcing his cock out of
him and sending him falling on his back on the grass.

Mario launched himself on him and they struggled fairly convincingly for a
few minutes until Mario was on top, pinning Grady's arms to the ground
above his head with one hand.  "Now we shall see who the captive is here
... see how much Tarzan can suffer," Mario growled – again quite
convincingly.  He had played this scene before.

With his free hand he ripped a hole in the loincloth, pushed one of Grady's
legs up high and (knowing exactly what his lover liked) pushed his dry cock
through the hole and slowly into his wet ass.  Tarzan howled in pain (as
Grady howled in ecstasy) `suffering' the humiliation of having this
handsome dark-haired stranger fuck his ass on the jungle floor.

Totally immersed in the graphic scene Larry shouted, "No, Tarzan don't take
cock up his ass."

Danny chuckled, "He does in this house, dude – twice daily, sometimes
more."

Mario heard their exchange and flashed a quick grin at Danny, then frowned
as he returned to the serious task of fucking Tarzan.  "Look at me, you
savage.  Feel my rod in your ass and your own stiff dick.  I think the
jungle man likes me, likes to get fucked by the stranger."

"Oh ... oh man," Grady groaned.  Even his acting talent was not up to
faking fear and anger and hide the ecstasy he was feeling as his Italian
lover fucked him.  But Mario determined to prolong the fantasy just a bit
longer for the benefit of their new young friend.  He suddenly pulled out
and commanded, "On your knees, jungle man."

Obediently Grady turned over and knelt on all fours, positioning himself
directly in front of Larry.  Kneeling behind him Mario once again drove his
cock into the muscle-jock's willing ass and Grady threw his head back and
howled.  As Mario jackhammered his ass from behind he reached down to the
ground and picked up the fallen rope from before.  He looped it round the
captive's neck and gently pulled his head back so Grady found himself
gazing up at Larry.

The boy stared in wonder at the pornographic sight of the macho muscle-god
on all fours, naked except for his ripped loincloth, the most beautiful
Tarzan he had ever seen.  And he was actually getting fucked in the ass
doggy style by the handsome, body-sculpted Italian who had escaped from
captivity and overpowered the jungle man.

Larry knew he must not touch his cock so he stood between Brian and Danny
gripping their hands tight as he gazed at the stunning spectacle.  As the
fuck continued Larry gazed in awe at the upturned face of the defeated
Tarzan, a rope round his neck, his handsome chiseled features grimacing
with (fake) pain and (very real) bliss, tears flowing down his cheeks, jaw
sagging and dripping with drool.

Seeing the excitement in Larry's eyes Mario was ready to play out the final
act of the drama.  "You, boy," he said sternly to Larry, "You were spying
on us all the time.  Step forward."

Stunned at suddenly being included in the scene, Larry looked questioningly
at Mike who was smiling broadly and nodding his encouragement.  And so he
did as he was told until he was inches from Tarzan's face.  And he almost
lost his load when the jungle man flicked out his tongue and licked the
head of his stiff cock.  Mario said, "I have beaten him, he is on his knees
in surrender, and you, boy, will participate in his final degradation.  I
think you know how."

Instinctively Larry inched toward the pleading face as Grady strained
forward against the rope round his neck ... and Larry's cock slid easily
down the handsome jock's throat.  The boy was now in a world of total
fantasy.  He was face-fucking this magnificent Tarzan while he watched the
Italian's muscles ripple as he fucked his ass.

For the first time Larry noticed a trace of a smile on Mario's face and he
found himself fucking Grady's face in time to Mario's cock plunging in his
ass.  And between them, the man whose pictures he had seen everywhere, the
new Tarzan, one of the hottest men he had ever seen, was now kneeling
between them ... getting spit roasted.

Now Mario broke into a gleaming smile.  "He's beautiful, is he not, amico?
So let's give him what he wants, what he needs.  It will be your
introduction to the Grady House, one you will not soon forget.  I know you
are close, and I know our prisoner is close too.  And I have been wanting
to cum ever since Tarzan swung into the scene.  So, Larry, shall we?"

"Yes please, sir."  Mario grabbed Grady's hips, Larry grasped his face
... and they pounded him from both ends.  The boy looked down at the tear
stained face, at the sparkling eyes, then raised his eyes to the handsome,
smiling Italian ... and no force on earth could prevent the dazzled boy
from releasing his load.  His heart pounded, his breath heaved and he
yelled, "Oh ... I can't stop it ... I gotta cum ... yeah, oh fuck
... fuuuck ..."

His cock exploded in Tarzan's mouth while Mario shouted joyfully, thrust
his cock in deep one last time and erupted in his lover's ass.  The naked
prisoner's magnificent body bucked like a tamed stallion and he blasted
jets of semen onto the grass ... onto the jungle floor as Larry still
imagined it.  Suddenly Grady pulled back off Larry's cock which still
spurted jizz, this time slashing into the jungle man's sculpted face.

When all three men were drained Mario pulled out and stood up, beaming at
the stunned Larry.  He hooked his foot under Grady's stomach and flipped
him over onto his back on the ground.  The closing shot of the movie was of
the muscular Tarzan lying defeated, spread-eagled on the jungle floor, face
streaked with tears and semen, cum oozing out of his ass and down his legs
... beaten, humiliated, degraded ... and fucked senseless.

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

It was as if the director had shouted "Cut!" to the enthusiastic cheers and
applause of those watching.  His eyes still closed, Grady's mouth opened
with a gleaming smile.  Then he opened his eyes and gazed loving up at
Mario who reached down, grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet and
into his arms.  Ignoring Larry's cum on his lover's face Mario kissed him
passionately, and then they both turned to look at Larry, still stunned and
blushing to be the sudden focus of their attention.

"So, young Larry," Grady grinned, "welcome to the Grady House.  We hope it
was a welcome you'll remember for a long time."

"I'll never forget it, sir," Larry said shyly.  "It was like being in a
movie."

"That was the general idea," Grady laughed.  "Mario and me are pretty good
at that, don't you think?"

"We should be," Mario smiled.  "We get enough practice."

"If you gentlemen will excuse me," Grady said, "I think I need another
plunge in the pool, wash off all these bodily fluids."

He made another dramatic dive and the crowd cheered as his shredded
loincloth came off and floated to the surface.  Grady swam back to it and
raised it in the air, spinning it round on his finger.  "Plenty more where
this came from.  Studio wardrobe has dozens of them – they get pretty
beat up in the action scenes.  Here, Larry, this one's for you for being
such a good sport.  He hurled it from the pool and Larry caught it.

Larry's eyes glowed as he looked at Mike who smiled back.  He was pleased
to see Larry having such a great time, although something still nagged at
the back of his mind.  He would bring it up when they were alone again.

Danny said, "Gotta get back to the kitchen and check on lunch.  Should be
ready in a few minutes.  Brian, Brandon, can you come and give me a hand?"

Lunch by the pool was a festive affair, led mostly by the exuberant Grady,
as always the life and soul of the party.  Larry remembered what Danny had
told him earlier: "Don't be nervous, Grady's not a bit like a movie star.
He's just one of the guys here."  It was true ... he was so natural now
that Larry soon forgot about his celebrity and lost all his former shyness.

As usual Grady was asked a lot of questions about life and work at the
studio but he soon turned the conversation away from himself and
concentrated on Mike and what Larry could expect in the desert.  He had the
knack of making Larry even more excited than he already was about his
journey out there later that day with Mike.

The party could have gone on all afternoon except that Mike eventually
said, "Guys, I hate to be a party pooper but Larry and I have to make the
trek out to the Springs pretty soon.  Lot's to do."

"And a new life to start," Grady smiled and raised his glass.  "A toast
guys – to Mike and Larry and their new life together. May it be long and
loving and full of laughter."

The group raised their glasses and chanted, "To Mike and Larry!"

And so the colorful visit to the Grady House was over except for thanks,
goodbyes and best wishes.  Mario hugged Larry who said, "Sir, I'll never
forget what we did.  I hope ... I hope that Mike and me get to visit again
sometime."

Mario laughed, "Certamente, tesoro.  You are, as we say in Italy, il nostro
nuovo amico, our new best friend.  You will visit often and we will invent
new jungle adventures to play out.  But now your own adventure begins and I
know it will be spettacolare!  Ciao, bambino.

The other boys said their tearful goodbyes, and at last they were off,
driving through the gates that closed silently behind them, protecting the
private world of Tarzan and his mate.

There was silence in the truck for the first few minutes, then Mike said,
"Well, those guys sure know how to put on a show, don't they?  I er,
noticed that glow in your eyes after you got to face-fuck the gorgeous
Tarzan.  Not surprising but ... but it kinda made me wonder a bit ..."

Another awkward pause, then ... "I mean, kiddo, you've had some real good
times with the guys of the tribe, and this one was a real star-filled
fantasy.  So ... OK here goes ... Larry are you sure you want to leave all
this glamor behind and come and live out in the desert with a stick-in-the
mud old fogey like me, old enough to be your dad?"

Larry turned to him defiantly.  "Sir, I wish you would get over all that
bullshit.  Ooh, sorry, sir."

"No that's fine, kiddo.  I want you always to speak out and say what's on
your mind."

"OK, sir.  Well sure, since I got here I've lived fantasies I could never
have dreamed of with a bunch of incredible guys, and I've loved it.  I
loved getting fucked by Randy and then the twins, jacking off to Dr. Steve
and getting face fucked by Pablo and Darius.  I loved fucking Brandon and
of course Grady and watching Mario.  They're all terrific guys, I love them
all.  But I'm not in love with them as I am with you, sir.

"See, after the life I've had so far I'm not looking for `glamor' as you
call it and non-stop fucking.  I want a life with a man I love and who
loves me.  I want you, sir.  You're not a stick-in-the-mud and you know it.
I tell you, sir, after all the excitement of this afternoon the thing that
makes me more excited than anything is sitting in this truck with you and
driving out on the 10 Freeway to my new home.  It is the 10 Freeway, isn't
it, sir?"

"Yes it is, kiddo, the road home.  Well that was quite a speech there, boy,
and I love you for it.  OK, so let's go take our leave of the guys, throw
our gear in the truck and head for home."

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

The farewells at the tribe's house were predictably boisterous.  The boys
were all over Larry with hugs and advice, especially from Eddie.  "Don't
forget those blow-job lessons I promised you, dude.  Next time you come
here, OK?  Sure-fire way to keep your man happy."

Jamie of course would be seeing Mike and Larry the next day when he came
out to the desert with Mark, Jason and Ben.  But now he took Larry to his
room and went through his clothes.  "I know you arrived in L.A. in only the
clothes you were wearing so I'd like to offer you some of mine.  Mark keeps
buying me new things all the time so I'd like to pass some of my stuff on
to you.  Take your pick, buddy."

Larry did so gratefully and Jamie said, "And over the weekend we'll find
some time together to talk.  You and me have got a lot of old stuff from
the past to bury once and for all.  I'm real glad the way things turned out
for you, dude.  If you are even half as happy with Mike as I am with Mark,
you're in for a great life."

They hugged, then Larry turned to Randy and Bob.  Randy said, "Way to go,
kid, looks like you really turned your life around.  Take care of my old
buddy Mike and be a good boy.  Anyone gives you a hard time, just give me a
holler and I'll come out and take care of them – and you know what I
mean," he grinned

Bob said, in a conspiratorial whisper, "And any time you feel confused or
troubled, you just give me a call and we'll sort it out.  It'll be just
between you and me, OK?"  Bob kissed him on the lips and Larry held on to
him for long seconds.

By this time Larry had tears in his eyes.  Only a week ago he had arrived
here a lost boy, alone in the world, bitter and scared.  And now he was
leaving with a man he was sure he loved, leaving behind a group of friends
who had embraced him and restored his self-esteem.  Then Mike was tugging
at his elbow.  "Time to hit the road, boy.  Time to go home."

As they drove away Larry looked in the rear-view mirror at the group of men
and boys waving goodbye.  Then he turned his eyes forward and gazed at the
road ahead.  He knew he was leaving one life behind and starting down this
road to a whole new one.  Mike knew this too and asked, "You nervous kid?"

"No, sir," Larry said confidently.  "I'm excited.  Why – are you
nervous, sir?"

Mike chuckled, "Larry, one thing you'll find out is that older guys like me
don't have the confidence of youth like you.  We worry about things, all
the things that can go wrong, as they sometimes have in the past.  That's
one thing I love about you, your optimism and faith in the future."

"But the thing is, sir, I'm confident `cos I know I'm right.  It just feels
right.  So stop worrying.  I have enough confidence for both of us."  Larry
reached over and rested his hand on Mike's thigh, and it stayed there for
the next two hours until they swung off the freeway onto Highway 111, the
turnoff to Palm Springs.

At first it was desert scrub to the left and the San Jacinto Mountains to
the right but a few minutes later when they approached Palm Springs Larry
stared with the wide-eyed wonder of a child.  "Wow, it's so green ... I
mean all the lawns and trees.  I thought it was gonna be all sand.

Mike loved the boy's wonderment.  "Well that's the `Springs' part, see.
Kind of like an oasis, which it is to a lot of visitors.  But we're not
visiting – we're gonna live here, kiddo, year round."

"Yes we are!" beamed Larry, his eyes sparkling.  They drove through the
busy center of Palm Springs and on to Cathedral City which, despite its
grand name, was the Springs' grittier sister, once just light industry and
warehouses but recently spruced up.  And it was in one of the upscale
residential areas that they finally pulled up to Mike's house.

Mike cut the engine, turned and looked at Larry and heaved a big sigh.
"Here we are kiddo ... home."  Tears brimmed in Larry's eyes as he leaned
over and kissed Mike.  "Thank you, sir.  You won't regret it, not for a
second, I promise."

Mike wiped the tears from Larry's face and grinned, "So, don't let's sit
here all day.  Come and get a look at your new home."  Together they went
to the front door and Mike handed the key to Larry.  "Here, you do it, kid.
And there's a spare key inside for you."  Larry unlocked the double doors,
gripped Mike's arm and they walked inside.

"Wow, it's a big house, sir, bigger than I expected.  It's gorgeous."

"It's the house that the bar built," Mike chuckled.  "You can make a good
chunk of change owning a bar for years, if you run it right.  Let me show
you around."  They went through the living room, dining room, expansive
kitchen, then on to the master bedroom with its big California king bed and
a view of the grounds.

"This is great, sir," Larry said, his cock stiffening in his shorts as he
gazed at the bed.

"There are three other bedrooms for guests ... well, only two now `cos the
biggest one will be yours.  Here, come and see."  He showed Larry into a
large comfortable room that also had a king-size bed and a view of the
grounds.

"Wow," Larry said, but with noticeably less enthusiasm.  Mike picked up on
his tone and asked, "Anything wrong, kid?"

"No, sir, it's great.  Except ... sir, I ... I thought we would be sleeping
together."

Mike laughed, "Oh, is that all?  Well of course we'll sleep together.  But
you've gotta have your own room, boy, your own space.  I'll help you
furnish it the way you want and it'll be your own private refuge from the
world.  There'll be lots of times you'll wanna be alone, to do your own
thing, entertain friends, whatever.  See there's a whole art to two guys
living together.  Mustn't crowd each other.  Believe me, sometimes we'll
get on each other's nerves but a few hours apart will take care of that."

"I guess I got a lot to learn eh, sir?"  Larry smiled
mischievously. "That's why I keep you around."

"Fuck you, boy," Mike grinned, "watch that mouth.  Come and see the
grounds."  They went outside and again Larry was amazed.  It's so big, sir
– lawns, palm trees, old shade trees.  And that pool is great."

"Yeah, and you know what?  When we were at the Grady House earlier and I
watched Grady do that dramatic Tarzan dive, you know what I flashed on?  My
own boy diving into my own pool ... this pool."

"Well we can soon take care of that, sir."  Without a hint of modesty Larry
kicked off his sneakers, pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts.
Smiling brightly he stood on the edge of the pool butt naked and said, "I
can't compete with Tarzan, sir, but I can dive.  Watch this."  He raised
his arms and did a perfect swan dive into the pool.  When he broke the
surface he swam a series of strong laps.

As Mike looked down at him he had a sudden vision of what it was going to
be like to live with this lively, active young man, and his heart warmed.
More than that, as he watched the rippling back cut through the water and
saw the flexing ass cheeks just below the surface, Mike's cock stiffened
under his jeans.  It was a long time since he had a spontaneous erection
like this and he suddenly knew exactly what he wanted – for the first
time in many years.

Larry stopped swimming, dived down deep and shot to the surface laughing
with joy, water streaming down his face.  "Hey, what's that?" he shouted
looking up at Mike and the bulge in his jeans.  "You've got a hard-on, sir.
Did I do that?  Did you get that watching me?"

He pulled himself out of the water and threw his arms round Mike.  "I knew
it," the boy laughed.  "I knew I could give you a boner.  Hey, what say we
go indoors and christen the bedroom?  You know, like they say, start as we
mean to go on."

Mike pulled away a little.  "Hey, hey, take it easy, kiddo.  You're making
me all wet."

"Who cares?  You're gonna take your clothes off anyway."  Larry noticed
Mike's hesitation.  "Unless this is that stick-in-the-mud guy you warned me
about.  Come on, sir, it'll be fun."

There was that word again.  Mike was far from sure he was ready for Larry's
kind of fun but he did not want to prick his balloon and damper his
enthusiasm so he allowed himself to be pulled back to the house and into
the master bedroom.  "OK if I pull the sheets back, sir?" Larry asked, his
eyes dancing.

"I guess ... I ..."

"I'll take that as a yes, sir," Larry laughed and yanked back the
bedclothes.  He grabbed a towel from the nightstand, patted himself dry and
launched himself onto the bed, his naked body bouncing and ending up on his
back grinning playfully up at Mike.  He stretched his arms out and said,
"Here I am, sir, your brand new boy – and I'm all yours."

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

Mike was captivated, turned on ... and nervous as hell, all at the same
time.  He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Larry's chest.  "Larry,
I'm scared is all."

"No, that can't be all ... you can't just leave it there, sir.  Earlier
today you told me you always want me to speak out and say what's on my
mind.  Well that cuts both ways.  Don't you think a guy who loves another
guy should always tell him the truth?"

Mike sighed and smiled down at him.  "OK, kid, you're right.  So here's the
deal.  It's that age difference thing again.  I mean, you get a hard-on
just looking at a bed ... look at you, you're rock solid right now.  Me,
I'm lucky if I get a woody even when I'm beating my meat watching porn.
Did you know a guy can cum without getting hard, though it don't feel so
great?

"You wanna know the truth, kid?  When I was watching you swimming
bare-assed in the pool I knew I wanted to fuck that ass but knew I
couldn't.  I mean, I'd be so nervous I'd never be able to get it up.  I
haven't fucked a guy for over two years ... ever since Ted ..."  His eyes
misted over as they always did whenever he mentioned his deceased former
lover.

"But sir," Larry persisted.  "That's the whole point ... that's why I'm
here.  That's the deal ... I get to learn stuff from you and you get to
feel sexy again because of me.  I mean I made you cum when I sucked you off
and when I fucked you.  This is just the next step."  Larry was on a roll.

"See, I know all about it `cos when I was getting therapy from Doctor Steve
he mentioned that some guys get what he called performance anxiety – not
that the doc himself has to worry about that I can tell you.  Sure, I'm
dying to get fucked by you, but so what if it don't work the first time and
you can't get it up?  I don't care.  I love you, sir.  We can have fun
either way."

"Course," Mike shrugged, "I know a lot of guys take pills to make their
dick hard ..."

"Nah, I don't want you popping pills every time we have sex.  You don't
need it ... you got me!' Larry laughed.  "I'm better than any stupid pill
... more reliable too ... 100 percent guarantee."

Larry's boundless youthful enthusiasm was breaking down Mike's reticence
that had built up over the years, and his `who cares?' attitude was having
an effect on him. Larry smiled, "Maybe, like you say, you haven't had
proper sex for years, but I've had enough sex just in the past week to make
up for that, and I've learned a thing or two – or three – along the
way. The twins taught me that the first thing we're gonna need is a tub of
lube.  You got some of that, don't you, sir?"

"I, er, I dunno.  I think there's some old stuff around."  Mike rummaged in
the bottom draw of a chest and pulled out a jar of lube he had long since
buried.

"Bingo!" Larry laughed.  "Now you have to take your clothes off."

"Shit," Mike grumbled, "it's years since I undressed in front of a guy who
..."

"Stop living in the past, sir.  This is now ... this is me, and I'm your
future, so get used to it."

Reluctantly Mike kicked off his shoes, dropped his jeans, pulled off his
shirt and stood in naked embarrassment before the boy.  But his cock was
semi-erect.  "Hey, that's a good sign, sir.  You know, you have a really
good body ..."

"... for a man my age," Mike cut in.

"That's not what I was gonna say.  Turns me on, that chunky-hunky look –
big shoulders, firm pecs, hairy chest.  So let me give you a little help
firming up that dick."  Larry turned over on his stomach and flexed his ass
cheeks repeatedly.  Mike found the act amusing as well as sexy ... but it
worked.

It wasn't so much the sight of the cute young ass as the boy's easy-going
banter that made Mike's dick hard.  This was not just a boy lying passively
on the bed waiting to get fucked.  Larry was not hung up on the sex act
itself like so many guys were.  He was a kid having fun, whatever form that
took, and if the sex didn't work this time, so what?  And that laid-back
attitude reduced Mike's anxiety – and increased his hard-on.

"OK, kid, let's give it a try," he said.  "But I'm warning you, don't get
your hopes up.  I'll probably lose my ..."

"Oh, sir, knock it off, please.  Did you know you're whining?  It's getting
on my nerves.  Just shut up and fuck, sir."

Mike was stunned to hear the boy speaking to him like that ... but it did
the trick.  He had to reassert his authority, show the boy who's boss, so
he dipped his finger in the jar and lubed his cock.  "Fuck you, kid.  You
don't get to mouth off to me like that.  Turn the fuck over, boy."

Larry turned over onto his back, his eyes gleaming, excited by Mike's
authoritarian growl.  He put his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs
back, offering his ass to Mike for the first time.  Mike knelt on the bed
behind him, pushed a greasy finger in his butt, and felt himself turned on
by the soft, velvet touch of the young ass.

Then came the moment of truth, where anxiety peaked and threatened his
libido.  As Larry pulled his legs back farther Mike reached up, grabbed his
ankles and pressed the head of his cock against his hole.  But old neuroses
die hard – they have a memory of their own – and Mike felt a wave of
insecurity sweep through him.

But Larry chose that moment to flash a sexy smile and said in a seductive
tone.  "Sir, all kidding aside, make me your boy.  Fuck your boy, sir.  I
wanna be your boy so bad."  Then he giggled.  "No pressure or anything."

It was the impish grin that did it.  Mike loved this crazy boy ... his boy
... and he wanted to fuck him.  Forget everything else ... it was bullshit.
This is all that mattered.  He eased his hips forward and felt his cock
entering his boy's ass, saw his eyes open wide and brim with tears.  Mike
had not felt a sensation this intense in years, his cock hadn't been this
hard in years.  He had not had a lover for years ... but he did now.

"Oh," Larry gasped.  "That's it ... you're inside me, sir ... it feels so
good ... I knew it would feel this good.  Can I touch my dick, sir?"

"As long as you don't shoot, kiddo.  I want this to last."  Mike stared
down at the enraptured boy, at his face rolling from side to side, moaning
in ecstasy.  And, as he watched, the face became more and more beautiful
until it seemed to glow.  All Mike's fears, all the aches and sorrows of
the past, they all faded from memory, banished by simple love for this
boy.''

Larry smiled up at Mike rising and falling above him.  He reached up and
ran his fingers through the hair on Mike's chest while stroking his own
cock with the other hand.  As he got used to the cock moving deep in his
ass he had the strange feeling this was not new.  It was as if they had
done this before, they had been lovers before.  And best of all, Larry knew
they would do this as lovers again and again.

They settled into a long, loving fuck, and when the first flush of euphoria
abated, their passion mellowed and made room for the fun Larry had
predicted.  "You see, sir?  Once you do it it's like riding a bike ... you
never forget and you never fall off."

"You better watch that mouth of yours kid or I'll give you one of those
brutal Randy fucks that'll make your head spin."

"I love it when you get fierce, sir."

Mike laughed.  "God, I love you, kid.  I'm not sure how much longer I can
keep this up, though."  On Larry's look of alarm he chuckled again.  "I
don't mean keep my dick up.  Hell, I think I'll have a boner all my life
with you around.  I meant keep this up without busting my load.  I'm real
close all the time.  You wanna feel your old man's jizz in your ass, boy?"

"Duh, what do you think, sir?  See, I've stopped beating my meat.  Next
time I touch my dick it's gonna explode."

"OK then, let's do it."  Suddenly the playful teasing stopped and their
true passion took over. The joking had held it at bay but now they allowed
their sense of this pivotal moment in their lives to consume their minds
and bodies and bring them to the climax that had, in truth, been building
all week.

"Oh, man, this feels fucking great," Mike moaned.  "I'm crazy about you,
kid ... your ass feels so ... I'm gonna cum inside you, Larry ... inside my
boy.  Here it comes ... fuck yeah ... here it fucking comes, boy
... aaagh!"

The explosive orgasm shook his whole body.  It was like nothing he had ever
felt, a world away from his fumbling jerkoffs of the last few years.  And
as Larry looked up at his spasming body and euphoric face he saw a man
rejuvenated, a man who loved him, who was pouring his sperm inside him.

The boy had only to touch his own cock to feel his juice surge from his
balls, race through his cock and erupt in a shower of semen that rose high
and splashed into the hair on Mike's chest.  "I love you, sir," he yelled,
reaching up and running his fingers through the cum-soaked hair.  And when
the eruption finally subsided Larry held his arms straight up and pleaded,
"Hold me, sir.  Please ... I wanna feel you ..."

Mike fell on him and felt the boy's arms fold round him.  And that's how
they lay for a long time – hugging, kissing, coming to terms with what
had just happened and, more importantly, what they knew, beyond a shadow of
a doubt, would be their future for as far as the eye could see.

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

They lay on the bed for a long time, mostly in silence, until Mike said,
"You know what you've done, kid.  You've made me feel young again.  Shit
damn, my dick got hard and stayed hard and I fucked like a jackrabbit.
Never thought that would happen again."

"Well now that it has, sir, how about I race you to the pool?"  Larry
wriggled out from under him, leapt off the bed and pulled Mike after him.
Like two good buddies who had just fucked for the first time they raced out
to the pool and dived in, horsing around, splashing, wrestling, until they
were exhausted and pulled themselves out.  They slumped into chairs at a
poolside table laughing like kids, their breath heaving, eyes shining.

The most striking effect of all this was that their age-difference had
disappeared.  It had been such a stumbling block, especially for Mike, but
now faded into total insignificance.  Mike brought beers from the house and
they sat and talked, mostly about the immediate future.  The distant future
they took for granted – they would spend it together, of course – but
for right now they had the excitement of making plans for the weekend.

"You'll be the host too, Larry, so you'll help me get ready for our guests.
You can decide which guestroom to give to Mark and Jamie, and which one's
for Jason and Ben.  Should be an interesting weekend.  I mean, you know
Mark and Jamie well, of course, and you worked with young Ben on the
construction site.  But his master Jason you don't know hardly at all."

"No, sir, but the twins showed me the fireman's calendar they keep under
the bed, like most of the boys do, they said.  Jason's on the August page
and that's the hottest page of all by far.  The twins say all the boys keep
the calendar open at that page no matter what month it is, and it gets real
sticky with jizz.

Mike chuckled.  "Yeah, he's a gorgeous man alright, and he knows how to
flaunt it too, especially in front of the mirror.  You know, I see a lot of
narcissistic guys in my bar, leather studs preening like they're god's gift
to the world, and it usually puts me off.  But with Jason it's fun – he
has a great sense of humor, doesn't take any of it real serious.  He says,
hey, if you've got it flaunt it, and none of the other guys mind ... they
get off on it.

"Actually, Mark and Jason know each other real well `cos they're in the
same line of work, one being a cop and the other a fireman.  There's even a
great story of once when they were on a training exercise together and
during one of their breaks they went off alone with each other into some
distant bushes.  In their uniforms they were all hot and sweaty from the
training and horny as hell so ... well you do the math, kid."

"Sir, that sounds really hot.  You think they'll tangle again while they're
out here and maybe we'll get to watch?"

"Here's hoping, kid," Mike grinned, clinking beer bottles with Larry.  "If
Jason has his way they will.  Like I said, the man loves an audience."  He
took a swig of beer.  "Anything special you're looking forward to, kiddo?"

"Apart from sharing a bed with you, sir, and getting fucked again?" Larry
grinned roguishly. Then he got more serious.  "Well, there is one thing I'm
looking forward to, but it scares me a bit.  That's getting to know Jamie
better.  I don't know how that's gonna work, though.  `Course, you know
about our past when we were running wild as a pair of skinheads and didn't
give a shit about anyone.  That was a long time ago and I hadn't seen Jamie
since, not until I pitched up at the house a week ago.

"See, we had a weird kind of buddy relationship back then.  I mean, we
stuck together for survival more than anything else, but we used to argue a
lot.  I was really the wild one, he was more savvy than me.  So in a way it
wasn't surprising that, as things turned out after we crashed the house
that first time, Jamie was the one who ended up with Mark and I went back
to St. Louis, mostly to protect my mom from my dad."

He paused, unsettled by the memory of those times.  "But here's the weird
part, sir.  Back then Jamie and me used to screw girls sometimes, but I
sometimes had the feeling Jamie only did it to impress me.  And maybe I was
doing the same thing.  And now that I know about ... you know, sex and
everything ... looking back I wonder if we ... we ..."

"... you were sexually attracted to each other?  Well, could be.  But
whatever it was, it's something you should clear up with Jamie.  You can't
have that hanging over you if you two wanna be good buddies from now on.
And ... er ... I don't have to tell you again, kiddo.  Whatever you wind up
doing with Jamie, or any of the others, is fine with me.  Just as long as
you end up in bed with me, you and that cute ass of yours."

"Thank you, sir.  I gotta say, in the last few days Jamie's been real
friendly and generous to me – even gave me a bunch of his clothes.  But
as for the rest ... just have to see what happens."

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

There was one other thing that had to happen before Mike and Larry spent
their first night together in their new home.

"I have to run over to my bar for a while," Mike said.  "While I've been
away my relief bartender Clay has been filling in for me.  He appreciates
the extra money but he needs a short break now I'm back.  So I planned to
go over there for a couple of hours to work the late afternoon beer bust,
then he'll come back for the evening shift.  Friday beer bust is not too
busy – not like Saturday and Sunday, so ... well, I was thinking you
might like to come with me."

"Try keeping me away, sir," Larry grinned.  "And on the way home we'll go
grocery shopping and when we come back I'll cook dinner for you.  I used to
cook for my mom, and last week the twins gave me lessons, so I think I can
do it.  And then we'll get the house ready for the guys and ... maybe have
an early night?"

Mike was impressed and flashed a big smile.  "Well, kiddo, you seem to have
everything all planned out.  What am I supposed to do?  Just sit back and
be pampered?"

"Pretty much, sir.  You've got a boy now ... you've got me."

They went inside to get dressed for the bar.  Larry had jeans and boots and
was going to wear a loose gray T-shirt Jamie had given him.  But Mike
rummaged in the closet and came back with a sleeveless black muscle T.
"Here, try this, boy.  My lover Ted used to wear it."

Surprised by this generous gesture and realizing how much it meant to Mike,
Larry felt honored and pulled the shirt on.  Mike smiled at him.  "Perfect.
Looks hot, kid.  Those gym sessions with Randy sure paid off.  You look
exactly the part for my boy, you'll be a big hit at the bar."

Larry realized that Mike would be showing him off to his bar buddies so he
was a bit nervous as he followed him into to bar.  Mike was greeted with a
raucous welcome from the customers but before he took over from Clay he
waved for silence.

"Guys, it's great to be back ... especially `cos I have a surprise.  See,
old Mike is in love.  Yup, I've got a new boy.  I brought him back from
L.A. and he's gonna live with me.  I want you to give him a big welcome,
guys, so please give it up ... for Larry."

The cheers were deafening, with whistles, applause and shouts of "Way to
go, Mike," and "It's about time, dude."  They crowded round an overwhelmed
Larry with handshakes, fist bumps and high fives.  When the din died down a
bit Mike shouted, "For the next ten minutes, guys, drinks are on the
house!"

More cheers and they crowded round the bar.  Clay grinned,
"Congratulations, boss.  Never thought I'd see the day.  Hey, I'll stick
around for the next fifteen minutes help you serve this crowd, then I'll be
back in a couple hours so you can get home with your boy."

"Thanks, Clay.  By the way, where's Javier?" Mike asked looking round for
the young bar-back who was supposed to be clearing up around the bar.

"Ah, called in with a sore throat.  Only thing making that kid's throat
sore is the dick shoved down it.  Guy's a bit flaky if you ask me."

"Don't worry, sir," said Larry who had been listening.  "I can take care of
that."  He walked off and threaded his way through the customers picking up
bottles as he went.  He brought a bunch back behind the bar, tossed them in
the bin and grinned at Mike.  "Might as well start as we mean to go on,
sir."  And he was off again, accepting the crowd's greetings and
congratulations as he went to work.

Busy as he was serving drinks, Mike glimpsed Larry through the crowed and
from across the room the boy flashed a smile.  `As we mean to go on,' Mike
grinned to himself.  Amen to that.  So they were off to the races, he
thought, and the first hurdle was the coming weekend with their four guests
– the cop and his blond surfer-boy, the fireman and his shy young gypsy.
So many possibilities – Mark and Jason, maybe ... Jamie and Larry?
Whatever ...

Mike smiled in anticipation.  His new life with Larry had begun.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 351


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