Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2019 06:04:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 489  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 489
By Rob Williams

Chapter 489 – "THE COP, HIS BOY & THE DOCTOR"

IN THIS CHAPTER:
The cop Mark takes his boy Jamie away for a few days to recuperate from his
surfing accident and resulting concussion.  After a master/boy role
reversal in a wild fuck-on-a-truck session they head to Uncle Mike and
Larry in Palm Springs where talk centers on Jamie's hunky doctor, Chad.
They know little about Chad, but want to know more.  Is he or isn't he?
They are about to find out in a surprising way.
___________________________________________________________________


IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Jamie was more than Mark's boy – he was his man.

They made a stunning couple – Jamie the iconic California surfer with
the golden tan, athletic build, tousled blond hair and a sexy smile –
Mark the blond police officer with his muscular physique and chiseled
square-jawed features.

Under Mark's care Jamie had grown and matured, from the wild street boy
Mark had first met to a self-assured young jock, one of the senior boys and
the tribe's office manager.  A proud Mark saw them as equals rather than
master and boy, though Jamie still preferred to call the cop `sir'.

Equals or not, one thing was clear to the whole tribe – they were crazy
in love with each other.  Each evening they followed the same sexual ritual
where Jamie would wait naked on the bed for Mark to come home hot and horny
after eight hours on a throbbing motorcycle.

This perfect life made the recent traumatic event even more shattering for
Mark.

Jamie had left home early one morning to go surfing in Malibu, something he
did often, but this time he had had a bad wipeout, falling from the crest
of a wave and hitting his head on a rock.  He had been taken to the
Intensive Care Unit of Santa Monica Hospital where the doctor in charge was
named Chad, a handsome man about Mark's age, whom Mark had known a little
in the past when he was a Santa Monica cop.

"The prognosis is what we docs call `guarded', Mark," Chad said. "His
concussion is deep but his vital signs are stable, so all we can do now is
watch and wait.  Sometimes all it takes to wake a patient like this is some
stimulus, a sound, even the sound of your voice, Mark."

And so Mark kept a bedside vigil that lasted all night, talking endlessly
in case Jamie could hear.  He was supported by Bob and Randy, the two
founders of the tribe who were both in love with Mark.  But in the end it
was Mark alone who brought Jamie from his deep sleep.  He stroked him,
touched his cock and talked about how they fucked every day.  Then at last
he kissed him and his eyes flickered open.

Chad smiled, "What did you do, Mark, give Sleeping Beauty the kiss of life
or something?"

"Something like that, Chad.  Part of our cop training."

"Cop training be damned," Chad grinned.

Jamie was released later that day and went home to cheers from the men and
boys of the tribe.  Then he and Mark made love – slow, careful tender
love as if nothing else existed outside their sun-dappled room.  And that's
how their adventure ended – repeating their daily ritual where the young
surfer spurted juice on his naked body while the cop came deep in his ass.

And suddenly they were tired.  Mark had not slept all night and a
post-trauma fatigue drifted over his boy.  But before they slept Mark
murmured, "How would you like it if we took a few days off in the desert at
Uncle Mike's place in Palm Springs?  It's a great place to rest and
recuperate and you could see your old buddy Larry?  We have to be careful
but would you be up for that?"

"I'd love it, sir.  The doc, Chad, said I wasn't to go back to work until
after he's checked me out in a week.  I really liked Chad, didn't you,
sir?"

"Yeah, I knew him a bit some years ago when I worked in Santa Monica.  He's
even better looking now than he was then. Looks like he's been working out
at the gym – or on his surfboard – or both.  .

"Funny thing, sir.  You remember Chad mentioned to us he might be going
away for a few days? Well, I heard him tell the nurses that he might head
out to the desert.  Jamie's eyes gleamed.  "Hey, wouldn't it be cool if we
ran into him?"

"Hardly likely, kiddo.  Palm Springs is a big town now.  Anyway, we know
nothing about him – a guy like that is most likely married with kids.
So don't get any ideas, buddy."


********************** CHAPTER 489 ***********************

<><> BACK TO LIFE <><>

Not surprisingly Mark and Jamie slept soundly for the rest of the
afternoon.  Jamie's buddy Nate kept a discreet eye on them at Bob's
suggestion.  He quietly opened the bedroom door and listened for the
comforting sound of their steady breathing as they slept in each other's
arms.

When Nate emerged he was met by a wide-eyed Eddie, eager as always for
news.  "Still fast asleep, mate," Nate said in his Aussie drawl.

Eddie frowned, "I hope they wake up before dinner.  The twins and Will are
cooking up a storm and all the guys wanna celebrate Jamie's coming back
from the dead."

"A bit dramatic, don't you think Eddie? I wouldn't throw that word around
too much if I were you."

"Yeah, you're right, dude.  How about `woke up from the big sleep'?"

"Marginally better," Nate grinned, "though `big sleep' often means ... well
you know ... bit the dust, bought the farm."

"Yeah.  Prob'ly better to say nothing at all."

"You mate?  Say nothing at all?  Is that even possible?"

"Nah, prob'ly not.  Ah, here's Brandon.  Everything going OK in the office
dude?"

"Yeah, I can pick up what Jamie was working on, so we can manage for the
week he's off.  Thank god we hired Ryan when we did, he's taken to the work
like a duck to water.  So what's the news on the surfer and the cop, Nate?"

"Just what I was coming to find out," said Bob joining them.  The boys
reflexively stood up straighter, their usual instinct when the much-loved
leader showed up.

Nate said, "I checked a few minutes ago, sir, and they were both fast
asleep."

"Better check again, Aussie boy."  That was Mark who had just opened the
door and stood in just his boxers stretching and yawning.  "I just slid out
of bed and Jamie was starting to come to his senses too.  He's probably
gonna be hungry – hasn't eaten anything since the Grady House party.
Only nutrition he's had is that IV drip in the hospital."

Eddie chimed in, "That's just what I was saying, sir.  Will and the twins
are cooking up a feast and everyone wants to celebrate Jamie coming back
from the ..." he winced as he caught Nate's fierce warning glance ... "er,
back from the hospital."

Jamie suddenly appeared at the door butt naked, running his hand through
his tousled hair.  "Hey, who d'you have to fuck to get a bite to eat around
here?  I'm starved."

"You, my man, are not gonna fuck anyone right now, food or not," Mark said.
"You're supposed to be resting – we don't wanna risk a relapse or
whatever."

"But food is not a problem, Jamie," Bob smiled.  "Eddie was right, the
chefs are preparing a big dinner, and if it turns into a celebration so
much the better, provided you're up to it.  As Mark said, you have to be
really careful, so if you'd prefer a quiet dinner in your room ..."

"No thank you, sir, I say let's party.  I gotta thank all you guys for
pulling together to support me and Mark."

"We sure did, dude," Eddie said.  "When we got the bad news everything
became a big fuck-fest around here, everyone fucking like jack rabbits to
send you big old vibes to wake you up.  And see – it worked."

"OK, I give up," Mark grinned, "have your party.  But Jamie, at the first
sign of fatigue you're going back to bed, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, officer.  Loud and clear."

<><> HOW ABOUT THAT HUNKY DOCTOR? <><>

Dinner was a crowded affair as everyone wanted to be there to congratulate
Jamie on his recovery.  The tribe gathered round the long table set up
outdoors while Mark and Jamie showered and eventually emerged to cheers and
applause.

Jamie was wearing his usual board shorts and T-shirt, the only signs of his
recent accident being the strangely incongruous soft brace round his neck,
and the bandage on his forehead.  Before he left the hospital they had
removed the bandana-like bandage that Bob had said made him look like a
pirate, and replaced it with a smaller gauze patch taped to his forehead.

The men quietly praised Mark, for keeping his all-night vigil by Jamie's
bed, but the boys were buzzing, firing questions at Jamie, mostly about the
hospital – specifically the doctor.

"Hey mate," Nate said in his Australian drawl, "how about that doc I saw
when I came down there with your clothes?  Damn he looked hot. He could
tuck me into bed any night of the week."

Jamie laughed, "You mean Chad.  Yeah he is kind of a stud.  Mark knew him
slightly from the days he was a cop in Santa Monica, right sir?"

"Yeah, I sometimes had to go to the hospital to take statements from
patients after a shooting or car wreck, and I thought the doc was quite the
looker then.  But he looks even hotter now – with that sexy stubble on
his chiseled face and a ripped body he's obviously worked on at the gym,
and he surfs too.  Real nice guy, but I don't know anything else about him
– lifestyle, whether he has a wife, kids, that kinda stuff."

"But guess what, guys," Jamie grinned.  "Mark's taking me to Uncle Mike's
in Palm Springs for a few days rest and recuperation ... and I heard Chad
tell the nurses he's going there too."

Eddie chimed in (inevitably).  "Dude, take my advice.  You gotta be careful
of those hot stud doctors in those sexy scrubs they wear.  They can be real
seductive – I should know.  When I worked at Uncle Mike's bar, a
lifetime ago, I met this doc who loved to get his dick sucked.  And being a
doc he knew all about a guy's body and his ... what d'ya call it
... erroneous zones."

"Erogenous, kid," his master Hassan smiled next to him.  "They're called
erogenous zones."

"Yeah that's the ones.  Like I said, he knew just what buttons to press.  I
mean picture it."  He raised his palms dramatically and was off and
running.  "There I am on my knees sucking his dick and he grabs my ears and
tickles a spot behind them – went straight for my error-genius zones.
And another time you'll never guess where his shoved his finger ..."

"So why don't you leave everyone guessing, kiddo?" Hassan said, ruffling
his hair.

"OK," Eddie grinned, "and whoever guesses right gets a deluxe Eddie blow
job."

Thanks to motor-mouth Eddie the conversation had strayed from Jamie's
doctor, so Mark pulled it back.  "Well I somehow don't think Chad will get
the chance to research our erogenous or `error-genius' zones or anything
else – nor would he even want to – as it's highly unlikely we'll run
across him by chance.  He'll probably be staying in some family-friendly
hotel with a wife and two kids."

Bob smiled. "On behalf of the boys, Mark, thank you for pricking their
balloon."

"Yeah," Eddie muttered, "a guy and dream can't he.  I mean all it takes
..."

Eddie got no farther as Hassan clamped a hand over his mouth.

The celebratory dinner was a great success, uniting all the guys in a
collective sense of relief that Jamie was on the road to recovery.  Mark
and Jamie were the first to leave when Mark stood up and said, "Gentlemen,
Jamie and I thank you for being so supportive over the last couple of days.
I think the boys call it circling the wagons, and as Eddie said, the vibes
you all sent out with that fuck-fest did the trick."

"With a little help from a cop's kiss of life, sir," Jamie grinned.

"And there are more where that came from.  But right now I've got to get
the patient back to bed for a long night's sleep – and I do mean sleep."

They were both tired and in bed Mark wrapped his arms round his boy, kissed
him one last time and they fell asleep.  Several times during the night
Mark woke briefly and checked on Jamie to make sure he was sleeping
normally.  He didn't use a needle prick like the doc, though.  He tested
him with a light kiss on the cheek and when Jamie reacted with a smile and
a murmur Mark knew things were as they should be.

<><> IT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN <><>

Earlier in the day Mark had spoken to Mike by phone and he and his boy
Larry had urged them to come out to the desert as soon as possible.  "We've
been real anxious since we heard the news, Mark.  But as soon as he's fit
enough to make the drive out here we'll make sure your boy rests up well
– no excitement, just kicking back with his pal Larry."

So the next morning they got ready to leave right after breakfast.  Mark
made a point of thanking Bob and Randy once again for their staunch support
of him throughout the night in the hospital.  "You guys were incredible,
real true buddies.  When we get back I'll think of something I can do to
really show my thanks to you men."

"Oh don't worry," Randy grinned salaciously, "we've already worked that
out.  We know just what you're gonna do."

Nate helped them load their gear in Mark's truck and the guys gave them a
raucous send off as they hit the road.  In a few minutes they swung onto
the 10 freeway for the two-hour drive east and Mark said, "Just like old
times, eh buddy?"

"Yeah, and all that stuff's behind us."

"Well, this trip is to make sure of that.  You gotta take it easy, Jamie.
I know how active you are but the common mistake a lot of guys make after a
medical setback is to do too much too soon.  In a week doctor Chad will run
his tests and hopefully clear you as fully recovered and that'll be the end
of that."

Jamie was pensive.  "Pity in a way that we won't be seeing the doc again
after that.  I liked him and I kinda got off on him pricking and prodding
me and staring into my eyes like they do."

"Don't get carried away, dude.  I admit he's hot looking but, like I said,
my bet would be married with a couple of kids."

"Didn't you even ask him about himself, sir?"

"I kinda had other things on my mind, dude – namely the boy I loved
lying there in a coma.  Wasn't really the time or place for me to say,
"Hey, doc, d'you get off on sucking cock?"

Jamie laughed.  "Maybe not, but I gotta say I got a kinda vibe from him,
especially the way he looked at you.  How about that line, `What did you
do, Mark, give Sleeping Beauty the kiss of life or something'?"

"He was just kidding, stating the obvious.  I mean you had been sleeping
and you are a beauty.  Like me he was relieved you had woken up."

"Well I think he's hot.  I wouldn't mind watching you fuck him ... and you
wouldn't mind doing it either ... come on `fess up, man."

"Well sure, but I don't waste my time fantasizing about hypothetical stuff
that's never gonna happen.  I don't need that when I've got a real-life
fantasy sitting right next to me – that well-known California icon of a
gorgeous young blond surfer stud in board shorts ... and, er, sporting a
boner, I see."

"That shouldn't be a surprise, sir.  I myself am sitting next to my own
icon – a handsome blond muscle-god cop wearing a black ribbed tank top
that he knows darn well is my favorite and he wore it to turn me on.  And
it worked.  We, er, gonna pull off the highway in the usual place, sir?"

He was referring to their usual habit of pulling off the road halfway there
and driving into the desert scrub where Mark would open the tailgate of the
truck, sit Jamie on it and fuck him.  But now Mark was adamant.

"Oh no.  Not this trip.  When will you get it into that handsome noggin
that you're here to rest up, not fuck your brains out?  No, we will not
pull off the highway, no we will not fuck, and no you will quit bugging me
about it."

<><> FUCK-ON-A-TRUCK <><>

A short time later the truck was bumping its way over the dirt trail
through the desert scrub to a remote stand of trees.  "Fuck you, man –
and I mean that in a good way – but why do I always give into you and do
what you want?"

"Because you love me, sir?" Jamie grinned roguishly.

Dammit, I do.  But you take advantage – it's emotional blackmail.
You've got me over a barrel."

"Now there's a thought, sir."

Jamie was determined to show Mark he was as good as new, back to health and
back to his old assertive self – Mark's `man'.  He did not need to be
coddled like an invalid.

The truck pulled into the clump of trees that hid it from view (not that
there was anyone within miles to see them).  They got out and walked round
to the back where Mark let down the tailboard and pulled padded tarps over
it as he always did.

But he was right when he had said, `Not this trip'.

He was about to turn and face Jamie when suddenly Jamie shoved him forward
so he fell on his face on the flatbed, feet on the ground and bent forward
over the tailgate.  "What the fuck ...?

But before he could react Jamie had pulled down Mark shorts, yanked out his
own cock and spat on it.  "Aaagh!"  The cop's yell was carried away on the
desert breeze as Jamie buried his cock in his master's ass.  Mark's first
instinct was to fight back but the feeling of his boy's dick moving inside
his ass was so good that he stayed bent over the tailgate, his arms
stretched forward on the flatbed, and even pushed his ass higher to get the
full impact.

Jamie pressed his palms flat on the solid cheeks of the cop's ass and drove
his hard rod inside him.  "Sorry, sir, but I gotta show you I'm just fine
and ready for action – any kind of action."

"Fuck you, boy."

"No, fuck you, sir.  Think of it as my way of thanking you for all you did
for me."  He pounded harder and Mark groaned with the pleasure of feeling
his boy, his man, inside him.  But he wanted to look at him ... and so did
Jamie.  He pulled out and flipped Mark over on his back on the flatbed, his
legs hanging over the edge of the tailboard as Jamie himself had been so
often when Mark fucked him.  Only now their roles were reversed.

"Might as well do this right," Jamie said.  "You're stronger than me so we
better even the odds.  Mark's arms were stretched upward and in a few
minutes his wrists were tied to ropes that stretched up to hooks in the
corner of the flatbed.  Mark stared up at his muscled surfer jock and
willingly surrendered his ass to him.  He loved it when Jamie asserted his
masculinity and grew from his boy to his man.  He became Mark's equal –
just younger.

"Now you'll know how I always feel," Jamie grinned.  He pushed Mark's legs
back, pressed the tip of his cock between his ass cheeks and thrust it in
again. Mark's blond hair flew as his head jerked back, then he stared up at
the face of the young man he loved and had almost lost.  "Damn I love you,
man.  Yeah, fuck that ass."

Careful not to over-exert himself Jamie fucked with a steady rhythm, gazing
down in awe at the blond cop in the black tank top, his muscles straining
and flexing as he pulled at the ropes binding him, a captive tied in the
back of the truck getting his ass ploughed.by his own boy.

But pretty soon Jamie started to tire.  Mark had been right, he had to be
careful.  But he wanted to watch Mark cum, so he pulled out of his ass and
untied one of his wrists.  He pulled himself up on the tail gate and stood
astride Mark who was stroking his cock with his free hand.  Jamie wrapped
his hand round his own cock and said.  "You look incredible, sir, a real
fantasy."

Mark stared up at the young surfer towering over him, stroking his cock
sticking out of his board shorts.  "You are so fucking beautiful, man.
Damn I wanna feel your juice on me, I wanna taste it, drink it."

"Good, `cos I can't hold back anymore."  Jamie stared down at the
spectacular sight of the near-naked cop writhing in bondage, one arm tied
down to the truck, the other hand pounding his cock.  The fantasy image was
too hot to resist and he yelled, "Here it comes, officer.  Drink your boy's
jizz ... yeaahh."  Semen spurted from his cock and splashed down on the
handsome face, into the blond hair and into the wide open mouth.

As Mark gulped down his boy's juice his own sperm raced up his cock and
erupted all over the black tank stretched over his heaving torso.

They stared at each other for long minutes regaining their breath until
Mark reached over with his free hand and untied the other.  He slid off the
truck, reached up and grabbed Jamie's waist, and lowered him gently to the
ground where he pulled him into a tight hug and a long passionate kiss.

The only sound was the desert breeze rustling through the sage brush in the
middle of this wild, remote place.  In the far distance if drivers on the
highway had looked really hard they might have glimpsed a truck in a
cluster of trees and two small figures beside it.  But no one would ever
have guessed the figures were a cop and his boy making love in the desert.

<><> MIKE & LARRY – MORE DOC TALK <><>

As the truck regained the highway the two men were silent for a while,
still absorbing the homoerotic role reversal of a young stud dominating his
master.  Finally Mark said, "You sure you're feeling OK, Jamie?"

"After that?  Are you kidding, sir?  I feel great ... maybe a bit tired
though."

"Yeah, well we shouldn't have done that ..."  then he grinned, "... though
it was fucking hot – pornographic.  But when we get to Mike's you're
gonna rest up a while, take a nap.  It's my job to take care of you,
buddy."

They drove through Palm Springs to Mike's sprawling house a few miles out
of town, where Mike and Larry were waiting at the gate to greet them.

The older man and his boy were a favorite couple of the tribe, even though
they lived two hours away from L.A. The tribe's leaders Bob and Randy had
first met Mike at the popular leather/Levi bar that Mike owned, and he had
taken an instant liking to the striking pair.

They had quite a history, starting when Randy had flown into one of his
rages while staying at the house.  But Mike was a tough self-assured man in
his late fifties, still handsome with a muscular build and more than a
match for Randy.  After a fierce tongue lashing – the only man ever to
call Randy `boy' – Mike had ordered him out of his house.  The
shamefaced gypsy had come back to apologize and from then on they formed a
deep friendship of love and respect.

Mike was known in the tribe as Uncle Mike because he actually was the uncle
of young Brian who had been living a wheelchair-bound life of solitary
despair in an old desert trailer park. The tribe had embraced Brian and he
was now the much-loved boy of the hot movie-star Grady.

Mike and Larry had a loving May-September relationship.  Long ago Larry had
been Jamie's buddy when they ran wild on the streets.  Jamie of course had
been tamed by the authoritarian cop Mark, and much later Larry had met
Mike.  The sexy young Larry was attracted to older men and the two were now
inseparable lovers.

This complex history now made their welcome of Mark and Jamie all the more
enthusiastic.  Of course they had heard the whole story of Jamie's
hospitalization and now shared Mark's concern for helping him recuperate.
There were warm hugs all round and anxious questions about Jamie's current
health."

"Doing just fine, sir," Jamie assured Uncle Mike.  "Don't let the bandage
fool you – my head had a fight with a rock. They gave me a neck brace to
wear for a couple of days but I don't need it now.  I had a deep concussion
but I ask you, how could a guy stay asleep when a hunky cop sits by your
bed, then leans over and kisses you?"

"You sure haven't lost that golden glow you always have, boy," Mike smiled.
"And for once it don't come from one of those fuck-on-a-truck pit-stops you
two always make on the drive here."

"Don't be so sure about that, Mike," Mark grinned.  "This guy can be real
horny and real seductive.  So against my better judgement we did the deed
... and even reversed roles."

"Damn I would have driven out there to see that," Mike laughed.  "But now
it's even more important for you to rest.  Larry, help your buddy take his
gear to the guestroom and make sure he lies down.  No monkey business, OK?
I know how you two are when you get together.  Come on Mark, let's you and
me grab a beer, wash that highway dust out of your mouth."

Jamie and Larry went off together, two gossiping buddies, while Mike got a
couple of beers and sat with Mark on a bench under a shade tree.  "I know
Jamie was making light of it all, Mark, but I can only imagine what you
were going through. Young Nate kept us posted all the time and we were
about to head out there to be with you all when the news came that Jamie
woke up."

"Yeah, it was tough, Mike.  It's even worse in retrospect but at the time
you grit your teeth and do what you have to do.  But the doc at the
hospital ran all the tests and said everything's looking good.  Jamie has
to go for a final checkup with the doc in a week."

"And don't tell me," Mike grinned, "the doc is a hunk and fell for Jamie.
That's always a favorite fantasy – in porn anyway."

Mark laughed. "You're a wise old owl, Mike.  As a matter fact you're partly
right.  The doc is a hunk – I knew him a bit years ago and he was hot
then too.  But you're wrong about the second bit. Chad, that's his name,
liked Jamie but certainly didn't `fall for' him.  All we know about him is
that he's a good doctor, good looking and built.  I told Jamie, Chad's
probably married with kids and not likely to be turned on by a young blond
jock no matter how sexy.  As a matter of fact I think the doc's coming out
here to the Springs for a break, but that has nothing to do with us."

The conversation in the guestroom was running along similar lines.  Jamie
first asked Larry, "So how's it going with you and Mike, dude?"

"Just gets better and better, Jamie.  Mike is such a great guy, I'm crazy
about him and he's great in bed, really knows how to treat a guy.  But how
about you, kid, you really feeling better?"

"Yeah, still get tired but the doc said that's only to be expected for a
while.  Damn, if you want proof you should a' seen me and Mark on our
pit-stop."  Jamie described how they had reversed their normal roles and he
had fucked Mark, then jerked off all over him."

"Awesome, dude.  Like you say, we should a' been there.  So, sounds like
you're on the mend.  You all done with docs and stuff?"

"Not quite, I gotta go and get signed off by the doc next week."  Jamie
grinned sheepishly.  "Matter of fact I'm kinda looking forward to it.  His
name's Chad and he was real sexy – you know, gorgeous face with that
square stubbled jaw, and built like a brick-shithouse under those sexy
scrubs they all wear.  I got a boner every time he poked and prodded me.  I
tell ya, he could put his shoes under my bed any time he likes."

"You think he'll come on to you when you see him next?"

"Nah, Mark says it's all wishful thinking and he's right.  I mean we don't
know anything about him.  Mark says he's probably happily married – to a
woman, I mean – with who knows how many kids.  Weird thing is he's
actually coming out here for a couple of days' break.  But like Mark said,
he's probably in some family-friendly hotel.  We sure won't see him, not a
chance."

"Damn you always do that, dude," Larry grinned.  "Pump me up with a story
about a hunky doc then burst my balloon saying he's out of reach.  Ah never
mind, plenty more hot guys out here, they come here from all over.  After
you've rested you and Mark should drop into the bar for the afternoon
beer-bust.  I gotta go and relieve the bartender later so come then.''

<><> IN A DARK CORNER OF THE BAR <><>

And that's pretty much how it went.  Larry left Jamie alone and he soon
fell asleep on the bed.  Sometime later Mark crawled in beside him and they
slept together.

When they woke they both had hard-ons but Mark said, "Not now kiddo, Mike
said they were ordering food in for lunch.  We'll save this for later and
I'll get my own back for what you did to me in the truck. Just like I
always do in the late afternoon when I get off work."

They showered and joined Mike and Larry outside where lunch was already on
the table.  It was a chatty meal in the afternoon sun, an opportunity for
Mike and Larry to catch up on all the tribe gossip – and there was
plenty.  But they stayed off the topic of surfing wipeouts, hospitals and
doctors.  That was a closed subject, plenty more cheerful things to hash
over.

Eventually Larry said, "Guys, I gotta go to the bar and give the bartender
a break for a while."

"I'll be over soon," Mike said, "to do an inventory check.  Say, if you're
up to it, Jamie, why don't you guys come with me and hang out there for a
while?  Might be fun."

"I'm up for it," Jamie said.  "After spending thirty-six hours in a deep
sleep it's time I got out in the real world again."

Mike chuckled.  "I'm not sure you could call a leather/Levi bar the real
world, kid.  Too much posing, fantasy and S-and-M – standing and
modeling.  But you'd be real welcome, just take it easy is all."

So Larry left, Jamie and Mark helped Mike clear away lunch, and they set
off in Mike's truck.  As a gesture to the leather/Levi look Mark and Jamie
were in jeans, with Mark looking ultra-sexy in the black ribbed tank top he
had worn on the journey – dried cum stains and all – and Jamie in a
sleeveless denim shirt that hung open over his ripped chest and abs.

As always when they walked in all heads turned at the sight of the striking
blond couple and pretty soon they were surrounded by guys they knew from
before and others who wanted to know them.  Behind the bar Larry grinned at
them.  "Always good for business, you guys.  We should pay you to stick
around every day – we'd have lines round the block."

Gradually things settled down and when their eyes grew accustomed to the
low lights of the room they had the chance to check out the crowd – the
usual mix of guys in leather, some real bikers, others just posing, and
assorted jeans, flannel shirts and quite a few bare chests.

Mike came up and distracted Mark with talk about Larry who was busy serving
the thirsty hoards.  Which left Jamie alone to scope out the room –
mostly pairs or groups but a few single guys cruising.  His eye caught one
guy standing alone in a dark corner – hard to make out as he leaned
casually against the wall, elbows resting on a rail behind him, a beer
bottle in one hand.

There was something sexy about him with his slim hips and broad shoulders,
though his face was in shadow.  Then suddenly he shifted slightly and one
of the red ceiling spots caught his face.  Jamie's jaw sagged open.  He
turned round and interrupted Mark and Mike.  "Sir, sir, it's him ... I
think it's him."

"Hey calm down, dude.  It's who ... him who?"

"Chad, sir.  I couldn't see properly at first but I think it's him.  Over
there in the corner."

"Yeah, in your dreams," Mark teased.  "Can't be, not in a place like this."

But look, sir, under that red spot ... real slim hips in brown
Wrangler-type jeans and ... yeah he's wearing a dark blue V-neck shirt,
short sleeves – a scrubs shirt.  It has to be him."

Mark narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Well what d'ya know?  What are the
chances of that?

<><> WHAT'S A GUT LIKE YOU DOING IN A JOINT LIKE THIS? <><>

"Sir, he hasn't seen us ... so maybe we should leave.  Maybe there's some
kinda doctor-patient rule against this kinda stuff."

"Yeah, we don't wanna embarrass the guy.  We should prob'ly go.

Mike had overheard and said, "I can't believe I'm hearing this.  What?  You
two have been going on about some hot stud doc, moaning about him being
married with kids, and now here he is on the other side of the room.
That's the guy you liked and respected so much.  This is a bar, a place for
guys to meet – he's here, you're here – and you're gonna ignore him
and run away?  For god's sake just go over and say hi."

Mark backtracked.  "You're absolutely right, Mike, this is ridiculous.
Chad's by way of being a friend, and he certainly took great care of Jamie.
Of course we should say hello.  But just in case there's some
doctor/patient embarrassment let me go and talk to him first, Jamie."

Mark went round the side of the room and came up beside Chad unseen.
"What's a nice guy like you doing in a joint like this, buddy?"

Startled Chad turned his head and blushed deeply, even under the dim
lights.  "Oh Jesus, Mark.  I might ask you the same thing.  You're the last
guy I expected to see here."  He started to mumble excuses.  "I just
dropped in by chance ... I was just passing and ..." He smiled nervously.
"No that's not true and you know it.  I don't wanna insult you with dumb
stories.

"Tell you the truth I'm feeling real out of place – don't exactly fit in
with this biker crowd, me in Wranglers and one of my scrubs shirts of all
things.  First time I've ever been in a bar like this, didn't know what to
expect."

"Man, with a face and body like yours you'd fit in anywhere, no matter what
you're wearing.  No need to feel out of place.  I'm here with Jamie –
look, over there at the bar.  And we're here `cos I brought him to the
desert to recuperate.  We know the bar owner Mike and his boy Larry.
They're old friends, we're staying with them. Come and meet them."

He frowned, "I dunno, Mark, I'm not sure if I'm ready to ..."  But Mark
took him by the arm and propelled him through the crowd to the bar.  "Hey,
guys, look what I found."

Jamie smiled shyly at Chad. "Hello sir, is it OK for you to talk to me
... that doctor/patient thing?"

"Jamie, we're not in the hospital now we're in a bar.  And in a week you
won't even be my patient anymore.  So I think we can be friends."  Jamie
said, "Behind the bar here is my old pal Larry ... Larry this is Chad, the
doctor who took care of me."

Larry shook hands across the bar.  Hey, doc, Jamie's been telling me all
about you."  That comment led to a few more blushes but Mark said, "And
this handsome devil is our good friend Mike who owns this place.  Mike,
meet Chad."

Mike flashed a friendly smile and shook his hand warmly.  "Good to meet
you, Chad.  Any friend of Mark and Jamie is an instant friend of mine.
Welcome to my bar.  But listen, I've done what I dropped in to do and I was
gonna haul them out of this dive and head for home.  Why don't you come
back to the house for a drink ... unless you have other plans or wanna stay
and cruise for a while?"

Mike's casual mention of cruising caused another deep flush on Chad's face
and he looked uncertainly at Mark.  "Well ... I don't have plans and if
it's OK with Mark, I guess for a while ..."

"Good that's settled," Mark smiled.  "We're in Mike's truck, why don't you
follow us?  It's only a few blocks.  But don't panic and peel off, dude."

"Not much chance of that, Mark.  It's good to see you again, man.
Impulsively he gave Mark a quick awkward hug, then followed them out
feeling a bit dazed at the turn of events.  But it was true, Chad was
really happy to meet Mark again so unexpectedly, even though his
circumstances were ... well, never mind ... just for a drink."

<><> CHAD'S STORY <><>

At the house Chad's SUV pulled up behind Mike's truck and he followed them
through the gate.  "Wow, nice spread you got here, Mike.  Bar business must
have treated you well."

"Can't grumble, doc.  And now I have my boy Larry with me life is pretty
nigh perfect.  Hey, this is something of an occasion so let's have
cocktails to celebrate."  They sat on the terrace and Mike wheeled out a
drinks trolley and mixed their drinks.  They were soon joined by Larry
after the other bartender had come back off his break.

"So where are you staying, Chad?" Mike asked matter-of-factly."

"Oh, in a small motel, not far away actually."

Mark trod carefully.  "Are you, er, with any one like, er ...?"

"Let me guess," Chad grinned, "with my wife and kids, that what you were
thinking?  Everyone thinks that, but no, just me."  There was an uneasy
silence with other questions hanging in the air. Chad took a sip of his
cocktail and smiled.  "OK, it's only natural, you wanna know my story."

"You don't have to Chad if ..."

"No, I wanna tell you.  It'll be a relief to unload on someone and you're
about the only guys I can tell OK, first of all, no wife, no kids.  I'm the
same age as you, Mark, but not nearly as experienced.  Since medical school
all my energy and most of my time I've devoted to my profession.  That's
why I've been so successful and now head up the ICU in Santa Monica.

"But the big casualty has been my private life.  Oh, I've had my share of
girlfriends, almost got engaged once, but somehow nothing seemed like a
good fit.  So I kinda backed off and gave up on sex.  I was real confused,
wasn't sure what I wanted.  Until one day quite some time ago when a cop
walked into the ICU to interview an accident patient."

He paused, not sure how to go on, and forthright Uncle Mike said, "You mean
Mark?"

Chad sighed.  "Yup.  `Course I never said anything, Mark, but it wasn't
just that I liked you, it was more than that, something I couldn't pin
down.  I thought it was a passing ... something, I dunno.  But when you
came back on business several times later I felt exactly the same thing.

"Anyway then you were posted out of Santa Monica up to Hollywood and that
was that.  Until a few days ago until I called the emergency number of a
young man who had been brought in after a surfing accident and heard your
voice.  Well you know the story from there as we both focused solely on
Jamie and bringing him back to health.

"But watching you watching Jamie the way you did I suddenly saw everything
clearly.  You were in love with Jamie, it was written on your face and
every gesture, in spite of your anxiety and grief. And now I see the same
thing with Mike and Larry.  And that's what I had wanted all along – not
only to fall in love but with a man!  I had an erection whenever I was in
the room with you."

He laughed and raised his hands.  "Oh don't get me wrong, I'm not talking
about falling in love with Jamie or you Mark, though god knows you're the
perfect golden couple.  You have each other and I would never muscle in
there.  But I knew I had to take some positive step."

"Like going to a bar and dipping your toe in the shark pool," Mike grinned.

"Exactly, Mike.  I didn't wanna go anywhere local where I might bump into
someone I know.  So I came out here and Googled the bars here.  And that's
where I ended up – the nervous wallflower in the corner of your bar,
Mike, with no clue what to do next.  Guys, you have all been round the
block many times so I blush when I say this, but I have never been with a
guy, wouldn't know what to do if I did.  But I know I want to.

"So that's my story – now cue the laughter."

Their hearts went out to this bright, articulate but lonely man, and Mark
touched his hand.  "You don't hear anyone laughing do you Chad?  We've all
been where you are now in one way or another and we wanna help, the same
way as other guys helped us.

Mike said, "You say you're staying alone in a motel, Chad?  Not anymore
you're not.  You're staying here with us.  There's a nice guestroom with
your name on it where you can be private and do just what you want to do.
Larry's not had any cocktails so he's gonna drive you to the motel so you
can check out and bring your stuff back here.  Understood?"

Chad grinned.  "Mike, you're not the kind of man a guy says no to."

"You better believe it, stud.  Now get your ass in gear, and like you said,
take a positive step."

<><> CHAD LOOSENS UP <><>

On the drive to and from the motel Larry talked a lot about his meeting
Mike, falling in love with him and moving out here to share his life with
him.  It was the same as with Mark and Jamie – a view of a contented
life that held out all sorts of possibilities Chad had never considered
before.

When they got back to Mike's house Chad was greeted warmly as part of the
family and Larry suggested a swim in the pool.  They all stripped naked,
except for Chad who hesitated, still not feeling as uninhibited as these
guys.  Tentatively he pulled off his scrubs shirt and Mike howled, "Dammit,
Chad, that shirt does you no favors, hiding that gorgeous body.  Next time
you come to my bar don't wear a shirt and you'll have guys lining up to buy
you a drink."

Chad smiled, "I won't go `cruising' as you call it any time soon, Mike.
I've got everything I want right here."  Feeing less reticent now he took
off his shoes and jeans but left on his boxer briefs, embarrassed by the
obvious outline of a long, stiff bulge in them.

They jumped into the pool and spent a raucous half-hour rough-housing in
the water, laughing and grappling.  At one point Mark and Chad were
wrestling under water and when they surfaced, gasping for breath, their
faces came close, their sparkling eyes met and ... they almost kissed,
before Chad blushed and submerged again.

Soon the game became who could get Chad's shorts off him first, and they
all jostled and grabbed at him until Mike surfaced, raised an arm and
whirled the shorts around.  "The winner!"

By now Chad was laughing as hard as the rest of them, but when at last they
got out of the pool he was sporting a long, stiff boner and he grabbed a
towel to wrap round his waist.

"Dude," Mike laughed, "this is Palm Springs – desert oasis – and
jeans and medical scrubs don't cut it by the pool.  Come on Larry, let's
take the doc inside and get him kitted out in a pair of your board shorts
and some causal gear that'll make him look like a native instead of some
guy who just got off the bus."

"Better do what the boss says, buddy," Mark grinned, and Chad allowed
himself to be led into the house by Mike and his boy.

Left alone on side-by-side chaises Mark said, "Jamie, you see what's going
on here, don't you?  Chad is beginning to discover himself and, new to the
game, he's got the hots for both of us."

"Especially you, sir."

"But that's the point.  I want to help him but I'll do nothing that harms
you and me.  Having come so close to losing you I'm sure as hell not gonna
risk losing you in another way.  You and me, we come first and if there are
any signs of Chad coming between us, I'll ..."

"Sir, thank you for saying that, but I knew it already and I have no fears
on that score.  You and me are rock solid, I know that.  But I do feel for
Chad and the new urges that confuse him, and I agree we should help him.
But we can do it together, can't we?"

Mark leaned over and kissed him.  "Damn, I love you, man, and the way we
think alike.  You're right, we're a team, and here's what I'm thinking.  I
don't like the thought of Chad tiptoeing round the whole subject, we should
throw him in at the deep end – and I don't mean the pool.  But only if
you're up for it ..."  Mark explained his plan and Jamie grinned, "Sure,
let's go for it, sir."

<><> IN AT THE DEEP END <><>

"Wow, outstanding, dude," Mark said as Mike and Larry emerged from the
house with Chad who was wearing a pair of faded red board shorts.  "Hell,
you look like a lifeguard and everyone on the beach is drooling."

"You're full of shit, officer, you know that?"

"Last guy who said that to me I arrested."  They traded fake punches and
Chad settled on a chaise next to him.  Mike brought more drinks and the
conversation flowed easily, comparing stories of Chad's patients, Mark's
criminals and Mike's bar patrons, laughing at the similarities they found.

After a while Chad noticed an empty chaise and asked, "Where did Jamie go?"

Mark grinned, "Oh I have a pretty good idea.  I think he's waiting for me."
Chad gave him a questioning look and Mark smiled.  "You know, Chad, most
couples develop routines they follow regularly – in some cases every
day, like Jamie and me.  See, when I'm patrolling the city streets with
that powerful motorcycle throbbing between my legs for eight hours I come
home hot and horny and Jamie knows he better be waiting for me."

He paused to let Chad's imagination take flight, which it did.  Mark added,
"I know we're on vacation and I'm not coming off a shift, but it's about
that time of day that I get home, and old habits die hard.  So, if a hot
young jock is waiting for me, who am I to refuse?  I better go."

He heaved himself off the chaise, pulled on his shorts and a T-shirt and
turned toward the house.  Then he stopped and looked back at Chad, as if
he'd had a sudden afterthought.  "Hey, why don't you come too, doc, and see
how the other half lives?"

Taken by surprise Chad hesitated. "Nah, that's a private thing for you and
your boy Mark.  I wouldn't wanna muscle in – it's not my place."

Mark laughed, "One thing you'll learn, dude, is there's not much that's
private around here, and I'm not asking you to muscle in – just watch,
part of your education.  And Jamie would get off on it.  Come on, man, do
you good."

Chad was easily persuaded by the seductive cop and he followed him into the
house and the main guestroom.  He gasped when he saw the tanned surfer
lying naked on the end of the bed, propped on his elbows, legs hanging over
the edge.  "Just where he always is," Mark said.  "Sometimes I don't even
take my uniform off but hey, we're on vacation so ..."  He pulled off his
shirt, dropped his shorts and stood at the foot of the bed naked, towering
over his boy.

Nervous and excited Chad stepped back and watched breathlessly from a
distance, his cock already hard in his shorts.

Mark looked down sternly at Jamie.  "Lying in the sun out there has made me
horny and I need to get my rocks off.  Show me your ass, boy."  Jamie
hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, exposing the
white globes of his perfect butt.

As a doctor Chad knew all about sexual practices, including butt fucking,
had even treated a few anuses after it got out of hand.  But he had never
actually seen it happen, especially not between two such beautiful men as
these two.  He inhaled sharply and watched.

"You ready to do what the cop orders and give him what he wants, boy?"

"Yes please, sir."

Mark knelt on the bed, pushed Jamie's legs back farther and pressed the
head of his cock against his hole.  Chad gasped as he saw it enter the boy,
slowly, inch by inch, and he instinctively grabbed the growing bulge in his
shorts.  He had never seen anything more erotic than the naked muscle-god
cop burying his cock in the ass of the athletic young surfer.

Mark and Jamie were, as usual, lost in each other's eyes.  They did this
every day but it always felt like the first time, the young jock
surrendering his ass to the horny cop.

Chad had never been so turned on as he was now, his eyes riveted on the
perfect ass with the long shaft driving in and out like a piston.  "Fucking
pornographic," he groaned softly as he untied his shorts, pulled out his
cock and stroked it.  Mark had always made his dick hard but this was
stunning, watching him naked, the muscles in his back rippling, his own ass
clenching as he pounded the boy's ass.

He gasped as the cop leaned forward and pinned the boy's wrists to the bed.
"Now you're my prisoner, stud.  The jock at the mercy of a rogue cop.  You
gonna do what I tell you?"

"Yes sir, my ass is yours ... I submit to you, officer."

"Right, so I'm gonna bust my load in your ass, boy ... but I forbid you to
cum, is that clear?"

"Sir, I ..."  Mark pounded harder and deeper and the captive groaned, "OK,
I give in. Please, officer, have mercy.  Cum in me, sir, I won't shoot, I
swear.  Please let me feel your jizz in my ass sir.  Yeah ...!"  Mark's
muscles flexed and he howled as his cock erupted in his boy's ass, while
Jamie gritted his teeth and willed himself not to cum.

By now Chad was mesmerized by the sight of the cop unloading deep in the
surfer's ass and he was close to his own climax.  But Mark abruptly pulled
out of Jamie, turned to Chad and said in a commanding tone, "Don't cum doc,
not yet.  I've got plans for you too."

His cock was still dripping cum as he strode to the head of the bed to
where ropes were tied to each bedpost with wrist restraints on the ends
(standard equipment in all the tribe's houses).  He pulled Jamie's wrists
up toward the bedpost and buckled the restraints round his wrists.  Then he
ordered, "Over here, doc.  I've got something to show you."

They stood side by side at the foot of the bed and stared down at the naked
jock on his back, at his handsome face and disheveled blond hair, his
tanned muscular body, arms stretched upward, wrists tied helplessly like a
prisoner on the rack.

"I told you I would think of a way to thank you for all you did, doc, and
this is it.  I'm gonna loan you the most precious thing in my life, my own
boy.  I've just fucked his ass and brought him to the edge of orgasm, so
he's now desperate to cum – without touching his cock.  He needs another
cock in his ass, man – yours.  I know you've never done anything like
this before, but you can't let him down."

Stunned Chad hesitated, staring down at the naked jock stretched in
bondage.  Jamie groaned, "Please, sir, I want it so bad.  Please make me
cum, sir.  I beg you ... fuck me in the ass."

This beautiful young athlete was begging him, pleading with Chad to shove
his dick in his ass.  In a daze, his cock raging hard, Chad did what he had
seen Mark do.  He knelt on the bed and pushed the boy's legs back, then
pressed the head of his cock against his hole.  Jamie's ass was slick with
Mark's cum and Chad gasped as his cock slid smoothly inside.

"Fuck," he moaned. "Holy shit."  He had never felt anything like this
before, the hot strong ass muscles clenching hard round his cock.  It slid
in deep and he almost climaxed when the head sank into the warm inner
depths.  He pulled back to avoid cumming and Jamie's ass clenched harder
round his cock, almost sucking his semen out of him.

Coupled with the incredible sensation in his cock was the homoerotic sight
of the muscular surfer, stretched naked on the bed, his beautiful body
writhing helplessly in bondage as his ass was invaded.  Chad was reeling,
his body fully alive for the first time, it seemed.  His cock was
shuddering as he heard Jamie plead, "Sir, I'm so close.  Please let me cum,
sir.  Fuck me, sir and make me cum.  You feel so good inside me and I need
it so bad."

"Me too, boy.  Damn that feels good."  Chad leaned forward, pressed his
hands on Jamie's pecs, and suddenly he was fucking hard, his cock pistoning
in and out of the ass arching up to him.  "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Chad
yelled.  "Holy shit ... fuck ... fuck ..."

He saw Jamie pull frantically at his wrists, muscles flexing, head
thrashing from side to side as his cock blasted cum all over his writhing
body.  That made his ass clench hard round Chad's cock and the doc yelled,
"Yeah, fuck yeah ... aaagh!"  His cock exploded in the boy's ass in the
most incredible orgasm of his life.

<><> GAME FOR ANYTHING <><>

While his cock drained Chad stared down in disbelief at the elated Jamie.
He couldn't get his mind round what he had just done – fucked the ass of
the cop's boy.  The cop!  Oh fuck, what would Mark say?  His gorgeous boy
had just been butt-fucked by his doctor.

In a daze he pulled his cock out of Jamie and felt himself being pulled to
his feet.  He came face to face with Mark's blue eyes and braced himself
for a hostile reaction.  But Mark curled his hand round Chad's head and
pulled him toward him into a passionate, open mouthed kiss.  Kissing a man!
Chad recoiled emotionally but returned the kiss physically.  His repressed
sexuality was finally breaking free, beating back the prejudices of a
lifetime.

When they broke apart he panted, "Jesus, what's happening to me, Mark?"

"You're discovering yourself, Chad – and giving pleasure to Jamie and me
in the process.  Now why don't you set free your prisoner, the young jock
you just fucked in the ass?"

Hastily, a bit clumsily, Chad unbuckled the restraints and Jamie sat up
rubbing his wrists.  "Thank you sir," he said to Chad.  "That was awesome.
I hope you liked it."

"Liked it?  Liked it?  I fucking loved it.  Are you alright, Jamie?  You
feel OK?"

"Are you gonna take my blood pressure and shine that flashlight in my eyes,
doc?  No need, I feel great, with the juice of two hot men filling my ass.

Mark sat with Chad and Jamie on the bed.  "Well, doc, your first lesson
went well – you passed with flying colors.  But we got a long few days
ahead of us, lot of ground to cover.  And we better take it slow – for
Jamie physically and you psychologically.

"Oh yeah, real slow. I'm still reeling from what I just did – not sure
how much more I can take."

Mark smiled, "Well now let's see.  I have an idea ... Jamie, you know we
were going to check on Hassan's little house way out in the desert tomorrow
like we usually do?  You think we should take Chad this time?"

"Sure sir."  Jamie grinned wickedly.  "But maybe not to the basement, eh?"

"No maybe not.  See Chad, there's this buddy of mine, a big hunky Arab
Marine named Hassan.  We go back a long way to the Mideast war when we were
enemies and he took me prisoner and ... well that's a whole `nother story,
and we're real close buddies now.  He came halfway round the world to find
me and got himself this little old house out here in the desert.  When one
of us comes out to Mike's we go to check it out, make sure it hasn't blown
away or anything."

"And the, er, basement?"

"Ah, maybe that should be off limits.  It's a long story but, well, he
fixed up the basement like that long-ago desert cell where he interrogated
me.  Wanted to reverse roles so he could make amends for the past and
... nah, like I said it's a long story.  Bit too rich for your blood, doc."

Chad grinned, "I wouldn't be so sure, officer.  With you and Jamie I'm game
for anything."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 490

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