Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2018 02:43:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 432  by Rob Williams

TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 432
By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 432 – "THE TOUGH COP & MACHO AUSSIE FIGHT FOR A BOY"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The hot police officer Mark is best buddies with the handsome Aussie stud
Adam – until Adam starts lusting for Mark's boy, the surfer jock Jamie.
Things come to a head on a beach vacation where Adam and Jamie give in to
their lust in a torrid fuck and suck scene. When Mark catches them all hell
breaks loose.  It takes innocent, plain-speaking young Will to make the
fuming cop come to his senses.

_____________________________________________________________________


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

Identical twins Kyle and Kevin decided that their boy Will needed a break.
It had been a tumultuous few weeks since he joined the tribe. Shy to begin
with, he gradually got to know the various groups within the tribe, and
even joined some of them in their sex games.

But a frightening climax had come when Will's abusive father Seth had
showed up. Will had run away from home when his homophobic dad punished him
for being attracted to men and then hypocritically abused him with
attempted rape.  And now his dad had tried to haul his boy away and drag
him back home.

But the fierce gypsy Randy, the tribe's boss, had burst on the scene and,
in a savage fight, thrashed Seth, tied him up and brutally fucked him.
Just in time the cop Mark, Randy's buddy, arrived and prevented serious
injury that could have resulted in assault charges against Randy.

Back home Randy recovered over a much needed Scotch with Mark and Randy's
lover Bob.  Randy wanted to thank Mark for keeping him out of jail.
Inevitably his suggestion ended up in a homoerotic threesome where the cop
fucked Bob, and Randy got his rocks off by watching and jerking off all
over his buddies.

When it was finally over they sprawled in chairs unwinding over the last of
the Scotch.  "Man, that was a trip." Mark said.  "A bit different from you
fucking that Seth character, eh boss?"

"Ah the guy's a total fake.  He was obviously a nut-job, spouting all that
phony religious bullshit that men having sex with men were evil and would
burn in the fires of hell.  When I heard the dad had tried to punish his
kid by fucking his ass, well, you add two and two and ... sexual repression
anyone?  The clincher was when I had him pinned to the ground and stared
into his eyes.  I saw it right away – lust mixed with fear.  So I fucked
him ... and he'll be back for more."

Bob said, "Well let's hope things calm down a bit, now.  Too much
excitement for these tired bones."  He changed the subject to the trip that
was being planned by the twins to get Will out of town for a while.  "So,
Mark, rumor has it you and Jamie are off on a trip with Will and the twins
and the Aussies Adam and Nate.  You and the Aussies have become pretty
close lately I hear."

"Yeah," Mark said, "well Nate and Jamie have been best friends ever since
Nate joined the tribe, and they're big surfing buddies.  The idea is for
them to introduce Will to the sport.  He's real excited.  He hasn't got to
know Jamie and Nate well yet, so it'll be fun for him."

"And you and Adam?" Bob asked carefully.  "I've always thought of you two
as a lot alike – both drop-dead gorgeous, both with sexy young jocks as
your boys. `Course, being so similar can sometimes lead to, er, tension, as
I know only too well with Randy here and some of the macho guys he's
tangled with.  Alpha males are always competitive, mostly friendly but
... not always."

"Damn, you don't miss much do you, Bob, with those sensitive antennas of
yours?  Yeah, Adam and me have become real close.  We think alike, have the
same outlook on life ..."

"But ...?

Mark shrugged.  "Well, I've seen the way Adam looks at Jamie.  Obviously he
lusts after him – I mean who wouldn't?  Sexy blond California surfer
– everyone's fantasy.  But I can't get comfortable with that yet.  I
mean, you know me and Jamie – real close.  I feel kind of possessive
about Jamie, not ready to share him – much like the way you feel about
Bob, Randy.  But it sort of gets in the way of my friendship with Adam."

"Hmm, you can't let stuff like that smolder," Bob said.  "It has a way of
blowing up."

"You're right, Bob.  To tell you the truth that's one reason I suggested
Adam and Nate come on the trip.  Up in the dunes we'll have a chance to
clear the air – one way or the other."

"I'll keep my fingers crossed for you, buddy.  I'm sure things will turn
out fine.  So Randy, how about you and me get cleaned up before dinner?
It's likely to be a celebration this evening and you'll be the hero of the
hour, having saved Will from the clutches of his dad.  `Course, with all
your scratches and bruises you'll look the part of the wounded warrior –
the boys will like that."

"And I've gotta get back to Jamie," Mark said, "see how he's doing, and
what he's doing."  He chuckled.  "Like I said, I'm kinda possessive."

After warm hugs he left the room and Bob raised his eyebrows at Randy and
shrugged.


******************* CHAPTER 432 ********************

As Bob had predicted, the tribe's dinner that evening at the big table by
the pool was a boisterous celebration.  Word had quickly gone up on the
grapevine about Randy's macho rescue of young Will from the clutches of his
dad Seth.

Will's buddy Brandon had been there and had played an important role by
alerting Randy and then the cop Mark of the situation.  So he had been
badgered by Darius and Eddie for all the details ("spill the beans, dude")
and that's all it took.  Darius was the tribe's historian and Eddie talked
a mile a minute, so by the time they sat down for dinner everyone knew
everything.

Bob had also predicted that the tribe's boss Randy would be the hero of the
hour, and of course he was.  The twins and Will had cooked the meal as
usual and when they had finished serving the twins took their places at
table and nodded to Will who remained standing.  He was still wearing the
dark green apron he always wore in the kitchen, and his unruly red hair
strayed out from under his white chef's hat.

His freckled face blushed deeply as the twins banged their knives against
their wine glasses for silence.  Will coughed and cleared his throat.
"Guys," he croaked, then swallowed nervously and cleared his throat again.
"Guys, I just wanna say thank you to Randy for coming to my rescue when my
dad attacked me and tried to take me home.  My dad Seth is a big guy,
fights a lot, but Randy totally demolished him and ... and then, like,
well, fucked him in the ass."

There were cheers all round as they could all well imagine the scene –
vintage Randy.  When the cheering tailed off Will said, more confidently
now, "I also want to thank Mark for riding up and taking charge.  We were
afraid Randy would really hurt Seth and wind up in jail, but Mark was
... well, he did his cop thing and ... you know ..."

After the laughter subsided Will added, "I wanna thank my buddy Brandon
too.  I was panicking but he stayed cool and phoned Randy and Mark ... and
he took care of my dog Norman too."  Amid cheers for Brandon Will sat down,
but then stood up again.  "Er, there's one more thing.  When Mark asked me
if I wanted to go home with my dad I said no.  That's `cos this is my home
now and you guys ..." he faltered and his eyes filled with tears, "... you
guys are my family."

He quickly sat down, blushing scarlet, and got a standing ovation.  Bob
leaned over and kissed his cheek.  "Well done, William – we all love you
as you can tell."

Bob stood up and waved for silence.  "That speech was a tough act to follow
and I'm not gonna try.  I just want to propose a toast to the big scruffy
gypsy to my right.  You can't miss him – he's the one with all the cuts
and bruises.  I've tried to stop him fighting but it's a lost cause.  It
was all I could do to get him to wear a shirt for dinner," he grinned.  "So
gentlemen, please raise your glasses to our wounded warrior and fearless
leader ... Randy!"

Amid cheers and whistles Randy rose and said, "Thanks guys."  He whisked
off Will's chef's hat and ruffled his hair.  "As I recall, Red, you swung a
mean tree branch at Seth and dropped him good. We made a great team.
Tomorrow in the gym I'll show you how to swing your fists."

And the party ramped up from there.  The boys hurled questions at the
junior heroes Will and Brandon, while Randy basked not so much in the
group's adulation as much as the self-satisfaction of having once again
defended his boys, a role he'd played for most of his adult life.

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

Late that evening, after the crowd had disbursed and Will had helped the
twins clean up the kitchen, the tired trio finally made it upstairs to
bed. "Will," Kevin said, "if ever there was a night for you to sleep with
Kyle and me, tonight's the night."  Kyle agreed.  "We don't want you to
wake up all alone having nightmares about today.

"Thank you, sirs, I would like that.  Er, Norman was pretty shook up too.
Could he join us?"

"Of course.  Where you go Norman goes.  Which I assume includes our trip up
the coast."

As they lay in bed, with Norman already fast asleep, the twins explained
the trip to Will.  "The Guadalupe Dunes are just over three hours up the
coast," Kyle said.  "Guys of the tribe often go there to relax and shake
off the dust of the city.  Mark has a shack on the beach that he gave to
Jamie, and about two miles further down the beach is Zack's shack.  He was
actually living there years ago when he met Mark and the boys and ... well,
the rest is history."

Kevin continued.  "We got together with Mark and Adam and worked out that
this Friday would be the time to go, for a long weekend.  Mark has a lot of
comp time off, Jamie will leave Brandon in charge of the office, Adam has a
week off from his airline and Nate will hand over the house management to
Eddie.  It all works a treat."

"But who'll be doing the meals for the guys left here, sir?"

"Ah, well that's another reason this weekend is so good.  See, Grady and
Mario are leaving on one of Grady's press and PR junkets for Grady's movie
– Japan and China, I think, `cos his first Tarzan movie was huge over
there.  They're hoping for some time to explore on their own, except that
Grady is mobbed wherever he goes these days.

"Anyway, that leaves only Danny and Brian in the Grady House so they've
both decided to come here and close up the house, leaving only the security
guards.  And they will be taking care of the guys here while we're away.
Brian will move in with his boyfriend Brandon across the street, and Danny
will stay here in our apartment where he can spend nights with his lover
Tommy.  It's a win-win for everyone."

Will was silent for a moment, then said, "Sirs, it's probably none of my
business but when I talked about the trip to Brandon and asked him for info
on Mark, Jamie and the Aussies he told me they were all great buddies but,
er ... well he mentioned a kind of situation between ..."

"... between Mark and Adam," Kevin said. "Yeah, Bob told us about that.
Those guys are both tough alpha males and real good friends.  But it's
obvious that Adam lusts for Jamie and Mark can't get his mind around that.
You know how he is with Jamie – kind of possessive, like Randy is with
Bob.  Let's hope that smoldering problem gets sorted out before it bursts
into flames."

"But you're right, Will," Kyle added.  "It really doesn't have anything to
do with us.  It's like when Randy and Bob have issues – no one gets
involved, they sort it for themselves.  So, whatever happens, we three are
just going up there to have a good time."

Those last words rattled around in Will's mind as he closed his eyes to
sleep.  He was familiar enough with the tribe by now to know that that when
problems smoldered the embers didn't just die down.  All it took was a gust
of wind to start the fire.

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

Friday came and there was a big send-off.  Adam and Nate were to ride with
Mark and Jamie in Mark's big truck and they loaded several surfboards in
the back along with all their other gear.  The twins were to drive Will and
Norman in the Range Rover Bob had bought for them.

Adam and Mark were similarly dressed in cargo shorts – Adam in a white
tank top and Mark in the black ribbed tank he always wore on outings up
here with Jamie, knowing it was a look that really turned Jamie on.  Jamie
and Nate were in their usual old board shorts and loose tanks.  They had
found a pair of board shorts for Will that were a bit too big and made him
look especially lovable to the twins, who were wearing matching blue polo
shirts.

Excitable Eddie hopped around as the cars were loaded, giving Will advice,
suggestions, and a firm order to keep his eyes open and `spill all the
beans' to the other boys when he got back.  Tyler and Finn were there too
giving Will exaggerated hugs as if he were going halfway round the world
instead of two hundred miles up the coast.  Will kissed Brandon in his
wheelchair.  "Thanks for everything you did at the fight, Brandon.  You
were one cool dude."

Bob was there too and smiled at Jamie and Nate.  "Sorry I won't get to see
you two young jocks riding the waves – that always makes my dick hard.
And take care of Will out there.  He tries to keep up with you guys but
don't push him too fast.

Finally Bob had a few carefully chosen words for Mark and Adam.  "You two
take it easy, guys.  This should be a fun trip, especially as you're all
family.  Help the boys take care of Will – he's still new to all this."
Bob hugged Adam, then threw his arms round Mark and kissed him long and
hard.

And then they were off.  Mark led the way behind the wheel of his truck
with Adam beside him, chatting mostly about sports and their jobs.  Adam
joked about some of the weird things he dealt with as an in-flight
supervisor when he was working flights to and from Sydney, and Mark
countered with his adventures as a cop on the streets of L.A.  In the back
seat behind them Jamie and Nate looked up weather and surf conditions in
Guadalupe on their phones and strategized how they would help Will take his
first rookie steps on a surfboard.

The twins' Range Rover followed them with Kyle at the wheel, Kevin beside
him and Will in the back seat with Norman on his lap looking out of the
open window.  In the intimacy of a long car ride Will felt relaxed enough
to open up about his dad.  Previously he had not discussed those dark days
with them but now they listened in pained silence as he told them his
story.

"I really used to love my dad until he got so weird about the sex thing.
And when I saw Randy beat Seth and then fuck him and even kiss him I sorta
of realized how fucked up he was about the whole thing.  I mean, he really
liked getting fucked by Randy. Who would have guessed it?"

"Well Randy, for one," Kyle said.  "That guy knows all there is to know
about men and sex.  And who knows, maybe he'll arrange some kind of
reconciliation in the future.  But don't let's dwell on that anymore.  We
brought you here to get away from all that and have fun."

"Yeah," Kevin said, "so sit back and relax, kiddo – we've got about
three hours to go.  We'll probably not make any stops on the way, although
when Mark and Jamie come up here to their shack they do make a stop about
halfway for ... well ... for a break."

"Ah, come on Kev," Kyle said, "don't pussyfoot around with Will.  He's seen
enough by now he can handle the truth.  They stop for sex!"  Will's eyes
gleamed – more gossip.  "You saw how Mark was dressed," Kyle grinned,
"in that sexy black tank top that shows off his muscular physique so well.
He always wears that to turn Jamie on and it always works.

"It's one of the tribe's legends," Kevin explained, "the way they both have
roaring hard-ons as they drive up here and there's a spot where Mark gets
off the freeway and drives down a track into the scrub.  They stop at a
cluster of trees where Mark pulls down the tailgate of the truck, sits
Jamie on it and pushes him back on the flatbed.  And that's where he fucks
his boy."

"Wow, I'd sure like to see that," said Will, wide-eyed as he imagined the
scene.

After that he remained silent.  Kevin looked in the rear-view mirror and
saw the frown on the boy's face as he stroked Norman in his lap.  "Anything
wrong, Will?" Kevin asked.

"No, sir ... well yes, I do want to ask you something, sir."  The twins
loved his directness.  It was part of his honesty – he never lied and
never held anything back.  "Sirs, would you tell me the truth?  Do you
still love me like you did at first?"

The question stunned them.  "Of course we do, Will," Kyle said.  "We love
you even more than we first did, the more time we spend with you.  Why
would you ask such a question?"

"Well, sir, since I joined the tribe you've encouraged me to get to know
the other guys and often to have sex with them – like Randy, the
leathermen and the boys.  And you talk about all the sex that guys like
Mark and Jamie have.  But you haven't fucked me for quite a while, not
since you double-fucked me.  I know we're usually tired after a long day
and we get up early to do the breakfasts so ...  Like, even after the fight
and we all slept together we went straight to sleep.  Is it `cos I'm not a
good fuck, sirs?"

"Oh Will," Kevin said, "that is insecurity talking and we're sorry you feel
that.  But you're right, we haven't fucked enough – and that's our
fault.  We get so wrapped up in our job, work such long hours and get so
exhausted that we don't make love to you enough.  But it's not because we
don't want to.  We love making love to you and you're a great fuck."

"Which is one reason we planned this trip, kiddo," Kyle said.  "We needed
to get away from all the work and the pressure and spend time alone with
you.  Us three are gonna be staying in Zack's shack where you are gonna get
so fucking fucked, kid, it'll make your head spin.  You'll be begging us to
stop."

"Oh I'll never ask you to stop, sirs," said Will with a beam of relief.
"Just checking, sirs."

With that settled the ride continued in companionable silence, all three of
them lost in their thoughts.  An hour went by and Kyle suddenly said, "Er,
maybe we won't have to wait until we're in the shack.  Do you see what I
see, Kev?"

"I sure do, bro.  Will, like the saying goes, be careful what you wish for.
You might get it sooner than you think"

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

Mark always drove in the fast lane but now he was steadily moving over four
lanes of traffic to the right lane and slowing down.  Kyle followed his
lead toward the notorious cut-off.  "Looks like we will be taking a break
after all, guys."

Will realized what was happening and his heart beat faster as they followed
the truck off the highway onto a narrow road then turned onto a faint
gravel trail that led off into the remote expanse of sagebrush.  After a
long bumpy ride Mark stopped in a stand of trees that shielded them from
view.  Kyle pulled up beside the truck and everyone got out.

Will let Norman run around and pee, then put him back in the SUV and
watched as Mark lowered the truck's tailgate.  Nate grinned at Jamie and
said in his cheerful Aussie drawl, "Dunno about you, mate, but I know where
my bloke wants me."  He leaned back against the tailgate and pulled himself
up on it, sitting with his legs dangling over the edge.  Jamie did the same
and sat next to his buddy.

"Room for one more up there, dudes?" Kyle asked.  Jamie and Nate shuffled
over on the wide tailgate.  Kyle put his hands on Will's waist, lifted him
up and sat him next to Nate.  Sitting in the middle Nate spread his arms
over the shoulders of the other two and grinned broadly.  "Here we are,
mates, a real tailgate party.  Anyone got any lube?"

"I do."  Will pulled a tube out of his pocket.  "Brandon told me never to
leave home without it."

"Now there's a boy who comes prepared," Adam laughed.  "So let's get `em,
mates."

Working in ritualistic unison Mark, Adam and Kyle walked forward and pushed
their respective boys on their backs on the tarp spread over the flatbed of
the truck.  They tugged at their shorts, pulled them off and grinned down
at their prey.  The boys stared up at Mark in his black tank top, his
muscular buddy Adam in a white tank, and Kyle in his blue polo shirt.

Adam took the lube from Will and handed it to Mark.  "Here, mate, you're
the expert at these tailgate parties.  You go first."

Mark pulled his cock out of his shorts, lubed it up and smiled down at
Jamie. "I guess we are the experts Jamie, this ain't exactly our first time
at the rodeo.  First time we've ever had company, though.  Let's show them
how it's done, eh stud?"  He pushed Jamie's legs back, looked into his eyes
and slid his huge dick smoothly into the surfer's ass.  Jamie smiled with a
contented sigh.

Adam grinned down at Nate.  "OK, mate, you're next.  Our first time at a
tailgate party, so let's show the Yanks how the Aussies do it."  It was
remarkably similar to how the Yanks do it – fucking is fucking even when
it's on a truck.  Adam pulled out his long cock, spread lube on it and
drove it in a bit faster than Mark – a sign of the competitive edge that
always existed between him and his cop buddy.

Kyle and Kevin looked down at the wide-eyed freckled face of their boy.
"You're one of the boys now, kiddo," Kevin chuckled, "You sure you want
it?"

"Yes please, sir."  Will was so eager that he pulled his legs back by
himself and watched Kyle lube his cock, then ease it in slowly and
carefully, aware that Will was still quite new to taking a dick in his ass.

The synchronized ritual continued as the three men slowly pulled off their
shirts and flexed their bare torsos.  They leaned forward and pinned their
boys' wrists on the tarp above their heads.

Mark fucked Jamie in relative silence as their love-making was intense.
Even in public they had eyes only for each other, a celebration of love
that took place daily and never got stale.

Next to them the Aussies were typically more vocal.  "This is bloody
brilliant, mate," Adam grinned, "out here in the middle of nowhere.  Love
your ass, kid.  We should do this more often."

"We should do it when we're in Sydney, sir ... show those blokes down under
what they're missing."  Adam laughed and drove his cock in deeper.

Nate looked up adoringly at Adam's strong, finely etched features, short
dark hair, clear confident brown eyes and his golden-tanned body with its
square-cut pecs and ripped abs.  He was every inch the alpha male, the kind
of man all eyes turned to when he walked into a room or down the aisle of a
plane.  Nate was proud to be his boy and it was no wonder that the macho
blond cop Mark felt an affinity to him – and the friendly rivalry of
equally beautiful men.

While Jamie smiled serenely at Mark and Nate grinned knowingly at Adam, the
boy next to them was in a pitch of excitement.  It wasn't only that Will
was about to be fucked by the identical brothers he loved.  He was here
taking his place alongside two of the senior boys, included in their sex
games even though he was the newest of the junior boys.

Will's reputation had grown stronger as he had interacted with the other
men of the tribe, shaking off his earlier shyness and increasing in sexual
confidence.  And when word went round of his dad's attack, Randy's big
fight, and the way Will joined in by whacking his dad with a branch,
respect for the kid soared.

Kyle was fucking him harder now and it wasn't long before Kevin demanded
his turn.  Even that was a source of pride for Will, getting fucked by the
identically handsome brothers in turn while the other boys had only one
master.  When Kevin took over Will reached up and tweaked his nipples, then
ran his fingers down the cleft between his pecs and traced the ridges of
his abs.

The sun beat down on the homoerotic scene.  It streamed through the trees
and the dappled light played over the men's muscled backs as they rose and
fell over the surfer, the young Aussie and the excited rookie.

They were approaching their climaxes when Adam laughed, "Hey Mark this
ain't fair.  Will has two blokes and gets a change of cocks but our guys
have to make do with one.  How about we do the old switcheroo and change
asses.  Now that I've stoked Nate's furnace his ass is roaring hot, you're
gonna love it.  And you know I've been lusting for your surfer's ass
forever."

Without waiting for Mark's reaction Adam pulled out of Nate.  "Come on,
mate, where's your sense of adventure?"  He left no option for Mark but to
join in the switch or look like a party pooper.  So they switched and the
boys grinned as they felt a new cock invade their ass.

Nate, with his exuberant sense of fun was game for anything and sighed,
"Oooh, getting fucked by a cop – every boy's wet dream.  My ass is yours
officer."  But next to him Jamie's reaction was not quite so flippant.
Devoted though he was to Mark, Jamie always got a hard-on when he saw the
tall, handsome Aussie, especially when he was stripped to the waist with
his magnificent gym-honed body on display – as he was now.

As Adam drove his cock in his ass Jamie smiled up at him and attempted an
imitation of his accent.  "Good on ya, mate.  Let's see what you blokes got
that ours don't."

As Adam fucked faster and deeper Jamie gazed up in awe at the Aussie
musclehunk's chiseled features and sculpted torso and he became mesmerized
by the strong, steady brown eyes.  He reached up and stroked Adam's chest,
then dug his fingers into the rock solid pecs and moaned in ecstasy as the
long shaft penetrated his ass.

None of their mutual lust was lost on Mark who felt resentment rising in
him.  He had to end it.  He looked down at Nate and said, "Wet dream eh,
Nate?  Well here's how it really feels to have a cop's jizz flood you
Aussie ass."

Nate curled his fist round his own cock and stroked hard as the cop's rod
pounded his ass.  "I can't hold back, sir," he panted.  "I'm gonna shoot
... cum inside me, officer.  Fuck ... fuck ... yeah ...!"  His cock spurted
cum over his body as he stared up at Mark who threw his head back, his
tousled blond hair flying, and his cock erupted deep in the ass of Adam's
boy.

Next to them Jamie stared awestruck at the square-jawed hunk pile-driving
his ass.  Adam leaned forward, pinned Jamie's wrists to the tarp and
ginned, "Let's see what you got, stud.  No hands, right?  Feel my dick
pumping your ass?  Feels so fucking hot ... I'm gonna drain my nuts inside
you ... here it comes, mate.  Cum for me, Jamie ... Yeaaah ..."

Adam poured jizz in his ass while Jamie struggled to touch his own cock.
But Adam kept his hands pinned and Jamie howled as his cock exploded in a
spontaneous orgasm, a hands-free climax he achieved with no other man
except Mark.

Oblivious of the simmering sexual challenge being waged beside him Will's
intense focus was on Kevin who was about to lose his load in his boy's ass.
"You gonna cum for me and my brother, kiddo?"

"Definitely, sir."

"Here, let me help." Kevin stroked Will's cock as he fucked his ass and
Will panted, "I'm gonna cum ... I love you, sir ... aaah.  Kevin pumped
Will's cock and his ass and they shot their loads at the same time.
Quickly Kevin pulled out and Kyle took over, grabbing Will's cock and
plunging his rod in in his ass.  "Thank you, sir," Will moaned and shot a
second load as Kyle mixed his own semen with his brother's inside their
smiling red-headed boy.

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

Having let off steam sexually the group cheerfully pulled themselves
together and got dressed.  "Damn I envy you, mate," Adam grinned at Mark.
"That boy of yours is so fucking sexy, and you get to make love with him
all the time.  I can see why your first thought when you get home from work
is that gorgeous ass."

Nate laughed, "And now I know why you're always there Jamie, waiting on the
bed with your legs raised.  Looking up at the muscle-god cop while he fucks
is ... well, like I said, every guy's wet dream.  And this time I got to
live it!  As for you, Will, servicing two identical brothers and two dicks
every time ... that must be fucking brilliant ... tiring too."

Will grinned and blushed and Kevin said, "And to think that driving up here
he said he wasn't getting enough.  We'll have to make up for that while
we're here. That was just the opening act."

The only one of the party who seemed subdued was Mark, who said only,
"Yeah, time to hit the road, guys.  Still got a ways to go."

In the same formation, with Mark's truck in the lead, they headed back
along the trail and swung onto the highway headed north.  In the twins'
Range Rover Will chatted excitedly and thanked the twins profusely.  "It
was a lot of fun doing that with the other guys, sirs.  Everyone had a
great time, don't you think?"

There was a momentary silence in the front seat as Kevin looked at Kyle and
raised his eyebrows.  "Well," Kyle said, looking at Will in the rear-view
mirror, "maybe we should say almost everyone had a good time.  You remember
what we talked about before, Will, the situation between Mark and Adam?
They're both strong, dominant men and real good buddies, but there's that
thing of Adam's lust for Jamie."

Kevin took over.  "Yeah, well that normally wouldn't be a problem ... hell
in this tribe a lot of men lust for other boys than their own and there's a
lot of temporary boy swapping goes on.  Hey, we let Randy fuck you, kiddo,
no problem.  But no one is quite as possessive of his boy as Mark is, so
the boy swap back there was not easy for him to take."

They spoke in turn, as usual, and Kyle took over.  "'Course, the Aussies
have no problem with that.  Adam and Nate are always so happy-go-lucky and
free spirited that an occasional boy swap is just fun for them.  So Adam
was not aware that it could cause a problem, especially as he and Mark are
such good buddies."

"But the thing you must never forget," Kevin added, "is that Mark is a cop,
with the mindset of a cop.  He's tough, confident and used to being obeyed
– almost as if he's in uniform all the time.  It's what makes him such a
stud sexually, but also what makes him so competitive with other guys.
Hell, it took him a long time to accept his threesome with Bob and Randy."

"But he's the strong silent type who holds his feelings in.  He has this
simmering resentment about Adam and Jamie but it's hard for him to put it
in words.  What he should have said back there was that he wasn't cool with
Adam fucking Jamie and that would have done the trick.  Adam don't wanna
upset his buddy so he would have respected his wishes and backed off.

"You know, Mark told Bob that one reason for this trip with the Aussies was
to clear the air on the subject.  But he sure missed an opportunity there.
Trouble is, as Bob says, you let something like that smolder away and it
eventually bursts into flames."

Will listened carefully to all this.  He loved being taken into the twins'
confidence, having them share their thoughts with him on even intimate
things.  He frowned in thought and when he gave his opinion it was like a
breath of fresh air for the twins – the down-to-earth thoughts of an
innocent eighteen-year-old, stripped of all the complications men pile on
later.

"I don't get it, sirs.  I mean, Mark and Jamie love each other to bits,
everyone knows that.  Adam and Nate spend most of their time together
because they are both so into each other, hardly ever apart.  Jamie and
Nate are surfing buddies from way back, almost boyfriends.  And Mark and
Adam have that kinda macho connection ... you know, they got that love and
respect thing going.  So I don't see the problem.  Everyone loves everyone
else so ... ain't that enough?"

The twins smiled at each other and Kevin reached back and ruffled Will's
hair.  "That's why we love you kiddo.  We describe a situation that looks
real complicated but you cut right through the bullshit and make it simple.
What you're saying is love conquers all – or it should.  And maybe with
you and your clear-eyed wisdom around, it will.  Let's hope so."

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

When the group arrived at Guadalupe they followed Main Street almost all
the way to the beach, then veered off on a sandy track though the dunes
that eventually led to the back of Mark and Jamie's beach shack.  As soon
as they got down from the vehicles and stretched their aching limbs they
unloaded their gear and took it into the shack.

Jamie and Nate unloaded the surfboards and planted them in the sand beside
the shack.  "So what do you think, junior?" Jamie grinned.

Will looked around him with a broad grin on his face.  "It's gorgeous, sir.
So much sand and sea – and there's no one else here!"

"That's one reason we love it so much.  It's so remote that it's always
deserted.  When Randy first saw it he said, `Man you can fuck on the beach
without anyone seeing'."

"'Course," Nate laughed, "that guy would fuck on the beach in front of a
crowd if he wanted to."

"Come in and see the kitchen, Will," Kyle said.  Will cast an expert eye
over it.  "It's not bad for such a small place.  Got all the basics.  Is
this where we'll cook, sirs?"

"Sometimes," Kevin said.  "We'll go into the cantina in the village too but
when we cook for us it'll be here.  The kitchen in Zack's shack is way too
small, though we'll be sleeping there, Will."

Jamie and Nate were scoping out the waves.  "Looking good, breaking well"
Nate said, "let's get out there mate.  A bit too high for you, Will.  Best
time for a beginner is in the morning before the wind gets up."

"Oh that's OK, I gotta help the guys take our stuff down to Zack's shack."

""Yeah, we should do that now and relax afterwards," Kyle said.  "It's
about two miles – good exercise after sitting in the car for so long.
You and Jamie going surfing, Nate?"

"We sure are.  Any of you other blokes wanna come?  Adam, Mark?"

"Count me in," Adam said.  "It'll be like that time we three surfed on
Manly Beach in Sydney all those years ago.  You coming Mark?"

"Nah, I wanna stretch my legs.  I'll help these three guys schlep their
stuff down the beach."

The twins had searched the faces of Mark, Adam and their boys when they got
out of the truck for signs of tension but found none.  Mark was a bit quiet
but there was nothing unusual in that.  Kevin said privately to Kyle,
"Probably good for those two to be apart for a while.  Defuse any lingering
resentment in Mark for that boy swap."

And so the group spilt up.  They all stripped down to their swim trunks or
board shorts and Mark led the twins and Will down the beach carrying back
packs containing their personal stuff.

The other three, Jamie and the Aussies, were like kids let out of school.
They waxed their boards then tucked them under their arms and bounded down
to the water.  "This is the life eh, mates?" Adam laughed.  "Freedom to do
just whatever the hell we want."

Which came squarely under the category of `famous last words'.

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

Will felt very happy as he kicked through the surf with Mark and the twins.
Mark was in a somewhat pensive mood and Kyle tried to distract him by
asking about how he had got to know Zack when he was living alone in his
shack.

"Well, it's not an exaggeration to say he saved my life.  I was up here
with Jamie and a few of the boys who were foolish enough to take the
rowboat out and lose the oars.  They were drifting helplessly in a strong
lateral current so I swam out, wrapped the tow rope round me and swam as
hard as I could, pulling the boat behind me.

"Swimming parallel to the shore I inched my way closer but it was agonizing
work and just when my feet touched sand I passed out.  The boys dragged me
to shallow water but I had swallowed a lot of water and almost drowned when
this strong muscular black guy in ragged shorts appeared out of nowhere.
He hauled me to shore and gave me mouth-to-mouth until finally I coughed up
water and breathed again.  He gave a stern warning to the boys about the
dangers of the ocean and ran off as suddenly as he had appeared.

"It wasn't until the next day that I ran down the beach again, saw the
shack and Zack sitting outside it.  Turned out he had lost his job as a
construction worker so I told him about Randy's company and ... well the
rest is history."

"Wow," Will gaped.  "So he gave you the kiss of life, sir?  And when you
met him in his shack, did you have sex, sir?"

The twins objected to the blunt question as too personal but Mark laughed.
"It's OK, guys.  And yes, Will, if memory serves I think we did have sex.
It was the only way I could think of to thank him and, even though he was
new to man-on-man sex he didn't say no.  `Course these days I don't fuck
around much, except with Bob and Randy, `cos I've got Jamie.  Jamie and me
are about as close as two guys can get."

They continued down the beach in an uneasy silence, each man nursing his
own thoughts.

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

Two miles up the beach the sound of laughter competed with the hiss of
water and cries of the seagulls as the three men repeatedly climbed on
their boards, soared to shore on the crest of a wave, then paddled back out
to wait for the next set.

When at last they started to get tired and sat astride their boards feeling
the swell under them Adam said, "Maybe we should make this the last one for
a while, mates.  We should go in and tidy up the shack for when the guys
get back, maybe pitch the tent too."

Riding the surf was addictive and it always hard to stop, but they agreed
with Adam and soon the three of them were skimming in to shore, picking up
their boards and walking up to the shack.  They went in and began unpacking
the gear, stocking the kitchen and bathroom, when Jamie pulled a backpack
from the bottom of the pile on the bed.  `Is this yours, Nate, or Adam's?
It don't belong to Mark or me."

"No," Nate frowned ... "oh hell, it's the twins'.  They carry it
everywhere, but they must have missed it under the pile.  They might need
it.  Listen, while you finish up here I don't mind taking it down to them.
I could do with a nice solitary jog – you know..."  he laughed and
dramatically tossed his hair back ... "the wind in my hair, the spray in my
face and all that good stuff."

"Good on ya, mate," Adam said.  "While you're gone we'll straighten this
mess out and then break out the drinks for when you all get back.  Then
it's party time, fellas."

Nate took off down the beach and Adam and Jamie continued sorting out the
clothes.  They broke out a couple of beers and drank while they worked.
"Hey," Jamie said, "here's the white tank you wore on the way up, Adam.
You looked so fucking hot in it, dude, almost as hot as when you took it
off to fuck Nate and me."

Adam laughed.  "It's a great show-off tank – it would look just as sexy
on you, mate.  Take a look."  Adam took the shirt from him, pulled it over
Jamie's head and down over his chest.  "Damn," Adam said, smoothing his
hand over the shirt.  "It looks beautiful on you, Jamie."  His hand strayed
up to Jamie's neck and he brushed his fingers across his lips.

Jamie inhaled sharply.  "We're pretty much done here, dude.  Let's sit down
and relax until the others get back."

"OK, let me get out of these wet board shorts first," Adam said.  "Don't
wanna get everything damp in here.  Adam walked out the door, took off his
shorts and hung them over one of the surfboards to dry.  When he came back
he stood in the doorway backlit by the sun and Jamie gasped, "Jesus Christ,
man, you look so fucking gorgeous."

He was staring at the tall, handsome Aussie with his square-cut features,
tanned, muscular physique, buck naked except for the white jockstrap he'd
had on under his shorts.  Adam smiled, reached up and braced his hands
against the top corners of the doorframe, his body stretched to perfection
in a pose of a fitness model.

Jamie dropped his board shorts and his cock sprang out hard as a rock.  He
walked forward, ran his hands over the slabs of Adam's chest, then sank to
his knees.  He grabbed Adam's waist and clamped his mouth over the bulge in
the jockstrap, sucking the swelling cock through the cotton fabric.

Adam looked down at the young jock on his knees in just a white tank,
biceps flexed, his full lips open over his bulge.  "Damn that looks hot."
He reached down, grabbed Jamie's tousled blond hair and pressed his face
hard against his crotch.

Jamie pulled the waistband of the jock down with his teeth and buried his
face in the black pubic hair that appeared.  Adam grinned, "Man, you are
one sexy young stud."  He pulled his jockstrap off and shoved it in the
surfer's mouth.  He pulled Jamie up on his feet, clamped their mouths
together and they kissed ravenously through the sweat-stained jock.

Finally Adam yanked the soaking jock out of Jamie's mouth with his teeth
and spat it out.  They kissed again with no impediment to their churning
tongues.

Adam held Jamie tight, feeling the muscles of his back under the tank.
When finally they broke apart Jamie's eyes gleamed as he said "Wait a
minute."  He picked up off the bed the black ribbed tank that Mark had worn
in the truck, Jamie's favorite.  "Mark always looks incredible in this.
Put it on, Adam, let's see it on you."

Adam pulled it on over his ripped torso and they stood side by side gazing
at their reflection in the floor length mirror, naked from the waist down.
The blond surfer wore only the white tank, the dark muscle-god only the
black, and their cocks stood out like poles, dripping pre-cum.

"Bloody brilliant," Adam said.  Jamie was awestruck by the sight of this
macho stud wearing Mark's black tank.  They faced each other and kissed
again, grinding their chests together through the thin shirts. "Damn, I
gotta get you on that bed, boy," Adam growled.  He picked Jamie up bodily
and threw him on his back on the bed, then launched himself on top of him.

They rolled over on the bed, grappling, grinding against each other.  What
excited them even more was the sensation of partial nudity, each wearing
only tank tops that they groped, stroked and pressed against, turned on by
the feel rather than the sight of their muscular torsos while their cocks
churned against each other.

Adam was on top, kissing Jamie, when he pulled back and said.  "Damn you're
hot ... I wanna eat your cock, boy."  He slid down Jamie's body, drooled at
sight of the surfer's shuddering cock, and clamped his mouth over it.  He
swallowed it all the way down his throat and then pounded it with his eager
mouth.  Lying flat on his stomach he reached up and twisted Jamie's nipples
through the tank top.

"Oh fuck," Jamie groaned, transfixed by the spectacle of the macho alpha
male, his chiseled face feeding on his cock, arms stretched up, the black
straps of the tank stretched over the flexed trapezius muscles of his neck
and chest.

The homoerotic fantasy and the sensation of the Aussie hunk's mouth riding
his cock was too much for Jamie and he yelled, "I'm gonna cum ... yeah,
drink it, man ... drink that surfer's jizz ..."  He felt his sperm draining
from his balls and bursting in Adam's mouth.  Moaning into the gag of the
swollen cock Adam gulped down the bitter sweet juice, then pulled off, held
the cock pointing at himself and felt the last of the semen splash on his
face.

He looked at Jamie and a dazzling smile spread over his handsome features
that streamed with cum. "Damn you are one hot jock, surfer boy. You wanna
find out what Aussie-cock tastes like?"

"You bet I do, stud," Jamie laughed and flipped Adam over on his back.  He
stared down at the square-jawed cum-splashed face, bent down and licked his
own jizz off his cheeks and eyes, then kissed his mouth hard.

Adam reached round, ran his hands down Jamie's back and waist, then clamped
his hands on the solid globes of his ass rising up from the bottom of the
tank.  "Man, that ass is primo.  Felt awesome shoving my pole between those
cheeks on the truck."

Jamie grinned, "Comes from hours on a surfboard, dude, and I loved the feel
of you inside it.  But right now I've got hunger pains for a mouthful of
Aussie cock."  As Adam had done he slid down on him until he was facing his
long shaft.  "Man, you have such a beautiful cock.  If it tastes half as
good as it looks I'm in for a feast."

"Only one way to find out, mate," Adam said and his laughter turned to a
sigh as he watched the blond surfer open his mouth and swallow his cock.

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

Mark, the twins and Will had been relaxing on the porch of Zack's shack,
getting ready for the trek back, when they saw Nate jogging towards them
carrying the twins' forgotten back pack.  "Hey Nate," Kyle said, "Thanks
for bringing that, we were stupid to leave it behind.  You shouldn't have
gone to all that trouble, though it does have stuff we need in it.  Come on
Will, let's go in and unpack it and we'll show you where everything goes."

Left alone with Mark on the patio Nate sank into one of the Adirondack
chairs. "I'm pooped."

"Yeah," Mark said, "a two-mile jog after all that wave action will do it.
How was the surfing?"

"Great, sir.  Me and Jamie went to Sydney as you know, which is how we met
Adam who was working our flight.  We all surfed a whole lot there on Manly
Beach, so this was like old times."

"And Jamie and Adam are still out on their boards?"

"Oh no, sir.  We thought we should straighten everything up in the shack,
which is when I discovered the twins' bag and offered to bring it down
here.  There was a lot to do, opening up the shack after being closed up
for so long.  When I left they were sorting through the clothes.  By the
time we get back they should be finished and they'll have drinks all set up
for us."

Nate closed his eyes, turned his face up to the sun and sighed contentedly.
But Mark was restless.  A cop has a nose for anticipating trouble and all
his instincts kicked in now as he imagined Adam and Jamie all alone back
there, probably hot and horny after all the surf action.  Suddenly Mark
stood up and said, "I think I'll head back now, Nate.  We more or less
walked down here so I'd like a fast jog back."

Nate opened one eye – "OK, sir, we won't be far behind" – and went
back to dozing in the sun.

Usually jogging had a calming, meditative effect on Mark, but not this
time.  His thoughts were churning and the more he pictured Adam and Jamie
together the more lurid his imagination became, turning to resentment and
even anger.

Mark was second only to Randy in his propensity for sudden anger.  It was a
common tendency in cops and the force had a whole program to handle it.
That's how Mark had first met Dr. Steve, assigned to him for anger
management therapy.  His anger was sometimes irrational and unwarranted, as
it should have been now.  Guys in the tribe often paired up and even
fucked, though the junior boys usually asked their master's permission.

In the present circumstances there was no reason to object to Adam and
Jamie fooling around.  They were on vacation, after all, where the rules
were looser.  But none of these considerations had any calming effect on
Mark.  Quite the contrary.  The more obsessed he became the more his
tension built, ready for trouble – which he soon found.

As he approached the shack he was surprised to see no signs of life.  Even
the door was closed.  Like a cop approaching a potentially dangerous
situation he walked slowly and silently to the shack.  And that's when he
heard muffled sounds coming from inside.  He went round to the side window
and peered through the half-open slatted blinds – and his blood froze.
All his worst fears were right there.

Adam was lying on his back on the bed, his arms stretched up grabbing the
bedposts ... while Jamie sucked his cock!  Somehow it wouldn't have been so
bad if they were naked, but they were both wearing tank-tops – Jamie in
Adam's white tank and, infinitely worse, Adam in Mark's black ribbed tank,
the one he always wore, the one Jamie found so sexy.  Mark saw it as an act
of sexual intimacy and betrayal and he clenched his jaw.

He didn't move.  Like a cop sizing up the situation in a house before
bursting in he watched – in growing horror.  They had obviously been at
it for quite a while because Adam had jizz on his face and Jamie was going
down on his cock fast and furious.  He heard Adam yell, "Damn, you are a
brilliant cock-sucker, mate.  Yeah, chow down on that hunk of Aussie beef.
Make me shoot, boy ... drink my jizz.  Here it comes ... aaagh!"

Adam's superb body bucked, his muscles tensed and he pushed his hips up,
forcing his cock deep in Jamie's mouth as it blasted sperm that Jamie
gulped down eagerly.  Then Jamie did as Adam had done.  He pulled back off
Adam's cock and held it while the rest of his semen shot full in his face.
He laughed jubilantly as the Aussie's juice poured down his face.

Then suddenly, "Freeze."  Jamie's head jerked round and he saw Mark in the
doorway where Adam had stood, backlit by the sun.

Jamie immediately knew that the fury in Mark's eyes was real.  But for Adam
this was all just a playful extension of the boy swapping they had done on
the journey up.  He thought Mark's anger was all part of the game and he
grinned, "Busted ... guilty as charged, officer.  You better cuff me, drag
me to jail and work me over ... please officer," he laughed.

"Damn right I will."  Mark went to his bag and pulled out two sets of
handcuffs he always carried with him.  Quickly, expertly he cuffed one of
Adam's wrist to a bedpost, then the other.  But still Adam's sense of fun
clouded his judgement and blinded him to the reality of Mark's rage.  Until
he saw Jamie's reaction.

"Sir, please, we were just fooling around, just having fun.  Please, sir,
it was my fault, don't hurt Adam, sir.  Let him go."

Mark's eyes blazed.  "Get out of here, boy.  Get out of my sight and don't
come back!"

Jamie knew better than to disobey Mark in this mood and he stumbled out the
door.  A stunned Adam stared up at Mark pacing round the bed, a fearful
sight, his muscular body clad only in swim trucks.  "You're really serious,
mate," Adam said incredulously.  "Dude, calm down.  It was all a bit of fun
like Jamie said.  No need to lose your cool, buddy.  Don't be such a cop."

Adam was inadvertently saying all the wrong things, pressing all the wrong
buttons.  His anger mounting Mark roared, "I knew you wanted my boy, to
steal him away from me.  You think you're so fucking hot with that face and
that body, the he-man Aussie that everyone lusts after – especially my
boy.  Look at you in my shirt – stealing my clothes as well as my boy.
Think it looks hot on you, eh?  Well it'll look even hotter like this ..."

As Adam struggled against his cuffed wrists Mark reached down, grabbed his
black tank and ripped it clear off.  He twisted it into a rope, shoved it
into Adam's mouth and tied it round the back.  The tank had become a gag
and Adam gave a muffled roar, his eyes burning with rage.

"Your new boyfriend should see you now, asshole.  Not the big Aussie he-man
anymore, eh, mother fucker?  You want sex?  You should a' come crawling to
me, a real man, instead of messing with a boy.  I watched you fuck my boy's
ass earlier, stud, and you just made him suck your dick.  Real top man,
ain't you?  Well not anymore, big guy.  You met your match."

Mark took off his trunks and Adam watched his huge cock spring out, hard as
steel.  Adam's muscular body writhed on the bed but he knew he was at
Mark's mercy.  The cop knelt on the bed, pushed Adam's legs up and, in one
savage move plunged his dry cock deep in the Aussie's ass.  Adam screamed
into his gag but that only spurred Mark on to fiercer effort.

The fuck was brutal but mercifully brief.  Mark was not in this for
pleasure – this was all about anger and revenge, a need to show the man
who was the real boss.  His rage was the rage of a cop who had been defied,
something a man never got away with, no matter how tough and dominant he
was.

Mark's cock was a piston driving into the bound man's ass.  Adam's head
thrashed from side to side, he screamed muffled curses into his gag and
braced against the searing pain in his ass.  "You're nothing, man," Mark
taunted, ramrodding his ass.  "Feel that?  That's a real man's cock, a real
man who don't have to go sniffing around another man's boy to get his rocks
off."

The Aussie yelled incomprehensible obscenities through his gag and Mark
looked at him with contempt.  "Ah, you're not worth any more of my time,
asshole.  I'll just finish you off and leave you here to let your buddies
find you broken and humiliated.  Here it comes, big guy."  The rage of both
men reached a pitch as Adam screamed into his gag, Mark pounded his ass and
howled with rage as his cock pumped semen into his captive's ravaged ass.

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

As the twins approached the shack with Nate and Will they saw a distraught
Jamie stumbling toward them.  "Jamie ..." Kevin said, but he was almost
incoherent.  "Maniac ... we weren't doing anything, just having fun.  He's
a fucking maniac."

"Who, Jamie?" Kyle said calmly.  "Who are you talking about?"

"Mark.  He saw me sucking Adam's dick and went apeshit, cuffed Adam to the
bed and he's working him over.  He went crazy – I never wanna see him
again.  We can't be buddies anymore, Nate.  It's all so ... fucked up."  He
stumbled on into the dunes and Kyle said, "Let him go – we gotta get in
there."

All four ran into the shack to see a naked Mark pacing round the bed,
clenching and unclenching his fists, his body heaving, his cock dripping
cum.

Handcuffed to the bed, his arms stretched up, mouth gagged, was Adam, his
face fallen to one side, his body still shuddering.  "He's all yours,
guys," Mark growled, "fucking asshole.  The keys are in my bag if you wanna
release him so he can go and find his new boyfriend.  They deserve each
other," he snarled, then strode out of the shack.

Nate and the twins ran anxiously to the bed.  Kyle searched in Mark's bag
while Kevin untied the gag and said, "Adam, can you hear me?  Are you OK?"

"The guy's a fucking psycho," were Adam's first words.  "Yeah, I'm OK.
Sore ass that's on fire, chafed wrists and a bruised ego but that's about
all."  Kyle found the key, unlocked the cuffs and Adam rubbed his wrists.

"One thing's for damn sure, I never wanna see that bloke again.  I thought
we were buddies but that's totally kaput.  We were just fooling around,
Jamie and me.  After what happened at the truck when we swapped boys I
thought ... ah, guess I read the guy's signals wrong, except he never gives
signals, just does that strong silent cop act.  Nate, old mate, if you
wanna leave me I'll understand.  Seems like everything's completely fucked
now – it's all over.  So much for a fun day at the beach."

The twins, practical as ever, busily took care of Adam while a stunned Nate
poured drinks that they all needed.  All except Will who stood in a corner
watching the activity – shocked, confused, and scared.  He had seen a
lot in the tribe, some of it real wild, but he had never seen things
collapse in anger as suddenly as this, where everything was turned upside
down.

He couldn't watch anymore so he went out on the porch to think.  He had to
understand this, to get clear in his mind all the ways men behave, the
things they do, so he would never be caught off guard again.  He looked
along the beach and saw Mark all alone in the distance, sitting on an
outcropping or rocks jutting into the water. He had to understand what
happened here. Maybe Mark could tell him.

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

After his savage `punishment' of Adam Mark's anger was starting to cool
into something more like moroseness.  He still resented the hell out of
Adam and Jamie but a feeling was creeping in that his rage had pushed him a
bit over the top.  Then he noticed Will walking purposefully toward him.
Damn, last thing he wanted – a kid who knew nothing about anything.

"What you doing here, kid?" he said as Will approached.  "This has nothing
to do with you."

Will nervously stood his ground.  "Please don't send me away, sir.  I need
to ask you some questions."

"Kid, I don't need help from you or anyone right now."

"Oh I wasn't going to offer you help, sir.  I was going to ask for it.
Please, sir."

Taken slightly aback Mark looked at the freckle faced kid standing there
nervously in his too-big board shorts that came down to his calves.  Mark's
steely heart melted – what a sweet, sweet kid he was, and what an
antidote to all the rage and violence.  Mark managed a smile.  "OK, kid,
climb aboard."  He pulled him up and Will sat on a rock facing him.

"Fire away, kid.  Why did you come over here to see me?"

"Because I'm scared, sir."

"Scared?  Not of me, I hope."

"Oh no, sir, not of you.  You helped us out when my dad attacked me and
Randy beat him up.  Randy might have gone to jail if you hadn't showed up."

"So, if not me, what are you scared of?"

Will frowned, gathering his thoughts. "Of the future, I guess.  See, sir,
it's like this.  Before I met the twins I was running away from my dad,
living in my old car at first and then on my own in a small apartment.  My
life all alone was what you call, er ... precarious, that's it.

"Then everything changed.  The twins took me on as their boy and they love
me, and I've got Norman now too.  Then there's Bob who's so smart and
gorgeous – well you know that, sir.  And Randy who's the toughest
fighter in the world and protects me, like he did against my dad.  It's
like a little family, like I never had before, and everyone loves everyone
... and I feel safe for the first time in my life."

"Sounds perfect.  So what's the problem, and where do I come in?"

"Well, sir, I have such a wonderful life but I'm scared that it could all
go away, pouf, all of a sudden.  I just saw that happen to you, sir.  See,
I've seen lots of groups, little families, in the tribe and they all look
so happy.  And yours, with Jamie and the Aussies, was one of the best.

"I mean, you and Jamie ... well everyone knows how crazy you are about each
other.  And Adam and Nate, they totally love each other and are always
together.  Jamie and Nate have been friends for years, the twins told me,
big surfing buddies.  And you and Adam too, sir, best buddies ... you seem
like ... kinda like you fit together."

Will blushed.  "I'll tell you a secret, sir.  One time I saw you together
and I jerked off imagining how you looked making love to each other.  Do
you guys make love, sir?"

"Well," Mark said, taken off guard by the blunt question, "We have ... we
used to, but ..."

"So there you are, sir."

"There we are where, kiddo?  I'm not following you."

"Well, like two loving families, yours and mine, and suddenly one blows up
into bits and it's all gone.  You and Adam never want to see each other
again.  Jamie's run away from you, and him and Nate can't be friends
anymore.  See, I need to understand how that happened, `cos I'm scared it
could happen to the twins and me and I'd be back to square one.  If you can
explain to me what went wrong, maybe I can try and stop it from happening
to us.  Can you help me, sir?"

Mark was at a loss for words.  "Will, I ... I guess it's real complicated
– hard to explain."

"Well it used to be real simple, sir.  You were four guys who loved each
other – simple as that.  Like I said to the twins, when everyone loves
everyone that should be that.  Yeah, we did talk about it before, the twins
and me.  They told me there was trouble brewing with you and Adam.  Seems
all the other guys could see it too.

"Well that's where I need your advice, sir.  See if everyone could see it
coming, and you must have too, why couldn't you just, sort of, head it off
at the pass, talk about it and stop it from blowing up like it did?  That
should be easy if everyone loves each other.

"I mean, I talk to the twins all the time.  But I'm not sure what to look
for.  Fr'instance, sir, if Randy and Bob had a big fight our family might
split up, and I have to stop that.  I would make them talk about it until
everything was sorted out.  But I'm scared of missing something before it's
too late.  So please tell me what you missed, sir.  I know you loved Jamie
and Adam and Nate ... maybe deep down you still do ... but now it's too
late, it's all gone ... and ... and I'm scared it'll happen to us one day
too, sir."

Will choked and tears began running down his face.  "I'm scared of being
alone again, sir, like Jamie will be now.  I wouldn't know what to do.  Do
you have any advice, sir?"

Mark stared at the young redhead with his freckled face and too-long
shorts, and his distress broke his heart.  He pulled the boy toward him and
cradled him in his arms.  "Hey, hey, kiddo, nothing like that is gonna
happen to you, I promise.  Randy, Bob and the twins would never let it.
They're too loving and smart for that and Randy has sworn to protect you.

"But apparently I failed at all three – not loving enough or smart
enough, and I didn't protect my guys."  Mark pulled back and looked into
Will's eyes.  "What I'm saying, Will, is I fucked up – big time.  I said
I didn't need your help but it seems I did.  So thank you, kid.  Now I got
work to do ... will you come and help me in case I fuck up again?"

Will nodded, a trifle confused.  "Thanks, kiddo.  Now let me dry those
tears of yours and we'll go and face the world together."

At the shack the twins were on the patio, shading their eyes looking for
will.  And in the distance they saw Mark and Will walking toward them hand
in hand.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 433


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