Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2020 06:23:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 505  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 505
By Rob Williams

Chapter 505 – "TWO BAD BOYS BOND TOGETHER"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Mike's boy Larry has self-destructive, low self-esteem problems that
threaten their relationship.  But Larry meets ex-hustler Finn who shares
the same troubled background and they bond as buddies.  They grow even
closer sexually when they spit-roast the handsome, horny gymnast Tommy.
Then shy young Tyler arrives in tears, and they unite again to focus their
combined sympathies on another boy's problems.
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IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Mike, a mature man in his fifties, was trying to cope with his troubled
boy, the good-looking young jock Larry.  Larry was finding it hard to shake
off the memory of his earlier life running wild on the streets before he
met Mike.

Larry was attracted to the still in-shape and sexy older man and they had
fallen in love with each other.  Their May/September relationship in Palm
Springs was idyllic, but from time to time Larry's rebellious nature surged
up and he became impulsive and unpredictable.  This time was worse, as he
had left Mike and hooked up with a couple of crooks who made crystal meth
in their remote desert meth lab.

The senior men of the tribe – Randy Bob and Mark – had ridden to the
rescue and, after a brutal fight between Randy and the thugs, the three men
brought Larry home to Mike.  But the difficult rehabilitation had only just
begun and it was touch and go whether their relationship would survive,
despite the fact that they still loved each other.

The tribe's therapist, Doctor Steve, suggested that Mike and Larry come to
L.A. for a short vacation in the guesthouse on the grounds of his property
in the Hollywood Hills.  Hesitantly they accepted the offer and when they
arrived they found two other men of the tribe there with Steve – the
handsome Hispanic Miguel and his boy Finn, who had just finished a therapy
session with Doc Steve.

Steve was well aware that both young men, Larry and Finn, had similar
troubled backgrounds.  Finn had been a street hustler until he was rescued
by Miguel and Finn became his boy.  But, like Larry, Finn also kicked over
the traces occasionally and reverted to his wild, ex-hustler self.

When the group was assembled at his house Steve's therapist wheels were
still turning and he said, "Finn, would you mind helping Larry carry his
and Mike's bags down to the guesthouse and help him settle in?"

"Sure thing, doc.  Come on dude, you're gonna love what they guys have done
to the place."  He threw his arm over Larry's shoulder and together they
went out to the truck, then down the path to the guesthouse, where they sat
together over beers.  Trying not to look impressed, Larry said, "Yeah, the
place looks pretty good – too good for a guy like me.  I'm still not
sure what I'm doing here.  I mean, come on, man, look at me.  Might as well
say it, you think I'm a loser too."

"Too?  In addition to who ... me?"

"I didn't mean that, Finn, you're nothing like me.  Sure, you started out
on the streets like I did but when you met Miguel you turned yourself
around and made something of yourself – unlike me.  I met Mike and fell
in love but look at me now ... I ran away from him, got high on drugs moved
in with a couple a' meth tweakers and had to be `rescued'.  Face it, dude,
I'm a total loser, a joke, a laughingstock of the tribe.  Come on, say it
with me – `loooser'."

Finn laughed.  "What we have here, kid, is a classic case of low
self-esteem I should know, I practically invented the word.  Dude, all that
crap you spouted is total bullshit.  Matter of fact it reminded me of
someone ... myself a few years ago."

"You?  But you never did ..."

"Yes I did, and a whole lot more.  Drugs?  Huh, I've done every drug known
to the pharmacy and plenty more the pharmacy never heard of.  I spent weeks
of my life high on something.  Have you any idea how demeaning it is to be
a street hustler, looked down on by everyone?  How the fuck do you think I
could bring myself to suck the smelly dicks of all those johns?  Get high!
It was the only way."

"But you always come across so confident, Larry, real sure of yourself."

"All an act, dude, bravado.  You know, street kids like me hide our
feelings of being gutter trash by putting on a show of being tough, don't
give a shit about anyone.  You put on a suit of armor to hide the wounds.
You even believe it yourself – you have to or you couldn't survive.

I tried it on with Miguel at first but he wasn't buying it, not for a
minute.  He even dared me to leave, but how could I?  The first time he
fucked me I looked up at him and, boy, I knew I was home.  I sure as hell
wasn't gonna fuck that up.  Sexiest stud in creation and he loved me – a
loser like me!  How could I ever run away from that?"

"I did, Finn.  I ran away, `cos I thought I wasn't good enough for Mike.
See, I had a rough time as a kid, abusive dad, then I hooked up with Jamie
and we thought we were tough guys, ruled the streets, giving the finger to
the world.  And that rebel is still in me, Finn.  I can't shake it, even
though I love Mike and we have a great life.  But that life scares me
sometimes ... I don't deserve it.  So I ran away from it and got high with
the goons in their meth lab."

Finn grabbed Larry's arm.  Listen to me, dude.  Drugs like meth are poison,
they'll poison your life. Getting high is not the solution to your problems
– it is the problem.  So promise me, dude, whenever you feel the urge to
get high call me, day or night, and I'll make sure you don't. Guys with
that wild streak like us, we gotta watch out for each other, kid.

"Larry, I like you a whole lot, we have so much in common and we could be
real good buddies. You'd love my pal Tyler, too. Such a sweet, shy kid, he
needs guys like us on his side. Trouble is, you've been unhappy so much of
your life that you swat away happiness when it hits you in the face.  Don't
throw it all away, dude.  You have such a great man in Mike, the best, and
you have good friends like ... well," he shrugged, "like me, if you want
to."

They stared at each other ... and hugged tight.  They held on for a long
time, all their problems and fears, old desperation and new hopes, passing
between them in their shared experience of a roller-coaster life.  And
amazingly, whether it was the strong affinity they felt, or just youthful
lust, they both had erections and inevitably they got each other off in a
wild sixty-nine session.

A few minutes later up at the pool Miguel said to Steve and Mike, "Hey,
guys, do you see what I see?"  Coming up the path from the guesthouse were
Larry and Finn, with their arms over each other's shoulders, laughing
together.

========= CHAPTER 505 =========

<><> BAD BOYS' REDEMPTION <><>

When Larry and Finn joined Steve, Mike and Miguel by the pool Mike was
thrilled to see the old playful sparkle was back in Larry's eyes – a
look that had been shaded by clouds for so long.

"So what to do think, Larry, will the guesthouse do for us for a week?"

Larry grinned.  "I'd say so, sir.  And it's real quiet down there all alone
in the sagebrush."

"Just what you two need," said Doc Steve.  "Sometimes the clamor of the
world gets too much and we overload.  Up here in the hills is a great place
to get away from it all."

"Sir, there's one other thing," Larry said to Mike.  "Finn and me just
sixty-nined each other."

Mike grinned.  "Well you two were gone so long we didn't think you were
having afternoon tea.  Did you have fun?"

"Yes sir," the boys said in unison, glancing at each other with twin
smiles.  Finn looked at Miguel with an approval-seeking expression (the new
Finn) tinged with defiance (the old Finn).  Miguel loved the combination of
both and chuckled, "Good for you, kid."

Doc Steve looked over the group with a smile of satisfaction at the way
things were going – rather as he had planned when he nudged the boys to
go down to the guesthouse together.  "OK, guys, here's how things stand.
Miguel and Finn are staying for lunch and I hope you and Larry can join us,
Mike.  After that I would like to have a therapy session with you, Larry.
Of course it's voluntary, it's your choice."

In the past Larry would have instinctively sought Mike's advice, but now he
glanced at Finn who grinned and nodded.  Larry shrugged, "Well, Finn said
his session was kinda cool so I guess it would be OK for me too, doc."

"Hey, Larry," Finn said.  "How about we give Lloyd and Tommy a hand in the
kitchen?"

Larry flinched.  "Dude, I'm not sure if I'm ready for ... I mean ..."

"What you mean is you're not ready to face the troops, afraid of what
they'll think after your last little escapade.  Dude, when I was working
the streets if I worried about what guys thought of me I'd never crawl out
for under my blanket – or my tarpaulin as it often was.  Most of the
guys I met looked down on me, a hustler for sale, but those guys in the
kitchen are your friends.  And I've got your back, so come on, dude."

After they went into the house together Mike said, "Steve, when you
suggested a therapy session did you notice that Larry looked at Finn for
support and not me?"

"Not much I don't notice, Mike," the doc said.  "Plus I also noticed how
outspoken Finn was with him – `afraid of what they'll think after your
last little escapade'.  No pussyfooting around the subject by Finn."

"That's something I love about the boy," Miguel said.  "It comes from his
hostile days on the streets where life was rough.  Not a place to tiptoe
politely around – he called a spade a spade and a fuck a fuck.  When we
first met, that was a problem as he openly rebelled against me with
language that made your hair curl.  But I soon got that out of him –
fucked it out of him actually.

"And I'm glad to say that earthy, defiant streak is still in him.  Only now
I've harnessed it and it's become almost a game.  He mouths off to me, I
give him a tongue lashing and punish him by reaming his ass.  It almost
feels real – except for the look in the eye where we both know exactly
what's going on.  Finn loves being my boy but never wants to feel
subservient – he's a young stud in his own right."

"I'm glad you put it like that, Miguel," Steve said.  "And that is exactly
the kind of buddy Larry needs, a guy his own age and background.  They
don't have to hold anything back, they can say what they like – be
brutally honest with each other.  I'm sure they talked a whole lot down in
the guesthouse and you see how soon they got down to having sex?

"And that's a good thing, Mike, but it's totally different from what you
and Larry have.  You two are in love, building a life together, while the
two boys are real close fuck-buddies.  As you've seen, Larry sometimes has
to get away from domestic bliss and run wild.  Better he does that with
Finn than with grungy losers cooking meth."

"Yeah, amen to that, doc.  So you think that's the solution?"

"Oh no.  It helps but it's only part of the process.  What Larry is facing
now is bridging the gap between those two different worlds – the two
different Larry's.  Finn can accept what Larry is `cos he's been there
himself.  But Larry still has to face the other boys of the tribe who don't
have that wild streak, and he's afraid they'll shun him, laugh at him
even."

Steve hastened to add, "Of course our boys would never do that but Larry's
paranoia tells him they might.  You saw that moment of panic when Finn said
they should join Lloyd and Tommy.  They're two sophisticated guys who've
moved in pretty classy circles, and Larry still has that inferiority
complex because of his background.  Like you said, Miguel, there are still
two Finns in one but with your help he's bridged the gap and made a game of
it."

"Phew, that gets complicated," Mike grinned.  "That's why I'm not a
therapist."

Steve smiled. "Of course you are, Mike.  Over the years how many times have
you had heart-to-heart talks over the bar with customers who have problems?
Late at night they pour out their troubles to you like a confessional –
and I'm damn sure you've helped a whole lot of them.  But when it comes to
solving your own problems that's a whole 'nother issue – you can't see
the wood for the trees.  That's why most therapists have therapists of
their own."

"Damn, I'm out of my depth here, Steve.  Do you, er, plan on saying all
this to Larry?"

"Hmm, I've been thinking about that.  The last thing Larry needs is more
words, especially from a shrink.  He only agreed to a session because his
new pal Finn has them.  If I talked to him he would listen politely, then
run to Finn to get some practical man-on-the-street reassurance – real
man-on-the-street in Finn's case.

"No, I have something else in mind, but it hasn't taken shape quite yet.  I
think there's a way of bringing both of Larry's worlds together, at least
start to, that involves actions not words.  And I have a feeling that Larry
and Finn themselves can do the heavy lifting."

Miguel grinned.  "Remember, Mike, Doc Steve's methods have never been
orthodox – they sure don't come out the therapist's playbook.  But the
hell of it is they actually work."

"Well, let's not jump the gun guys.  We have to see how things develop –
there's a lot of luck attached to this.  I'm even hoping the seeds of a
solution are being planted in the kitchen right now – with any luck."
Steve laughed.  "Finn is a gardener, after all."

<><> FROM ROMANCE TO RAUNCH <><>

In fact, imperceptibly, some seeds were being planted among the four young
men though of course they didn't know it at the time.  It remained to be
seen whether they would take root.

Larry had nervously followed Finn into the kitchen where Lloyd and Tommy
were hard at work.  Lloyd was Steve's lover and the architect in the
tribes' construction company. Tommy was their house manager.  Having worked
at the same luxury hotel where Miguel was the chef, Tommy was a party
planner who, in his spare time, had provided `special services' to
gentlemen guests.  Prior to that he had been a competition ice skater and
then gymnast – and still had the flawless ass to show for it.

As Steve had said, the two handsome young men were sophisticated,
well-educated and had moved in classy surroundings, exactly the kind of
guys who intimidated Larry.  But none of that showed as they both
enthusiastically greeted Larry and Finn.  "Hey, guys, you come to give us a
hand?" Lloyd asked.  "We could sure use it.  Lunch for seven is a tall
order for us two – what we really need is the chefs, Will and the twins,
but ..."

"But you'll have to make do with us, eh Lloyd?" Finn smiled.  "We know a
put-down when we hear one, eh Larry?"

"Asshole," Tommy laughed.  "You know Lloyd didn't mean that.  Here, quit
gabbing and grab an apron.  We know you're on vacation here, Larry, so
we're sorry to press-gang you into service."

Larry started to relax.  No mention, or even hint, was made about his
well-known troubles in the desert.  He was just accepted as one of the
guys, another useful pair of hands in the kitchen.

Soon they were talking as they worked, catching up since they last met.
Lloyd mentioned that they badly needed help with the landscaping around the
house and Finn offered to come up with his fellow-gardener Tyler and help
them out.  "You could give us a hand too, Larry, if you're still in town.
It's a lot of fun, especially when we take breaks."

"Ah yes, the famous gardeners at the tribe's compound," Lloyd grinned.
"We've all heard stories of the hot, shirtless young gardeners showing off
in the grounds, hoping there's some guy upstairs in the house looking down
and watching them flex their muscles as they work."

"Not to mention those famous breaks," Tommy added, "where the gardeners get
down and dirty – or even dirtier – and relieve all that testosterone
buildup by getting their rocks off."

"Yeah," Finn said, "and I guarantee there are more than a few faces
watching from the windows.  Makes sex between Tyler and me all the hotter
performing before an audience.  Hell, I don't have to tell you about that,
Tommy, after what you got up to when you worked at that hotel."

Tommy grinned.  "I was self-conscious at first but I soon got over that
and, man, was it a turn-on.  When I got to their rooms those guys mostly
didn't want sex, they got off looking at me, drooling and jacking off while
I stripped. I got good at it – and got paid!  Talk about easy money."

"Yeah, well you're a whole lot to look at, dude," said Larry, getting into
the raunchy spirit of the conversation.

"He sure is, Lloyd grinned.  I've spent many a happy hour beating my meat
watching Tommy in our gym downstairs going through his gymnastic routine."

As they exchanged steamy stories of their sexual exploits Larry realized
that all of the guys had their bawdy side.  Lloyd and Tommy were stylish
and self-assured and they both had lovers but that didn't stop them from
indulging their wild side.  Sure, it was not as crazy as turning tricks on
the streets or getting high in a desert meth lab, but Larry found it much
sexier.  He didn't realize it but in their way Lloyd and Tommy were
bridging the gap between romance and raunch.

Finn was watching his new buddy and caught his eye.  "Oh I dunno, I think
Larry and me could give you a run for your money when it comes to crazy
sex, eh dude?  It gets kinda rough on the wrong side of the tracks."

"Maybe so, Finn," Lloyd said, "but you don't have to cross the tracks to
get crazy.  You can go plenty wild in your own home."

Again Finn caught Larry's eye.  Steve would have been pleased to see that
seeds were, as he had hoped, being sown.

<><> The Gymnast Struts His Stuff <><>

At last lunch was ready and on the table and Steve raised a glass.  "Mike
and Larry, Miguel and Finn – Lloyd, Tommy and I welcome you to our
house.  Call it a lunch break, a vacation, therapy, chilling out, or all of
the above, enjoy yourselves.  You never quite know what's gonna happen up
here but I always say that surprise is the spice of life."

"Thank you Steve," Mike said.  "Speaking for Larry and myself, a break like
this came just at the right moment, and maybe the magic has already started
working," smiling at Larry and Finn sitting close together.

Talk flowed as freely as the wine and at one point, when Finn was
distracted by Miguel, Larry turned to Mike and spoke quietly.  "Sir, is it,
like, OK if Finn and me ... you know ..."

Mike smiled and squeezed his boy's hand.  "You really like him, don't you?
You two seem to be hitting it off well."

"I do like him, yes sir.  Before this he was just a face in the crowd and
we never really talked much.  But when we were alone in the guesthouse
earlier we talked a lot and discovered we have a bunch of stuff in common.
I can relax with Finn – you know, kinda open up to him."

"And I bet sucking each other off was not too shabby either," Mike
chuckled.

"But if you don't like it, sir, if it upsets you ..."

"Larry, I think Finn is just the kind of pal you need – with the same
rebellious streak.  If it were someone like that outside the tribe, a
stranger, I'd be real nervous, but Finn seems pretty solid in the tribe,
and Miguel don't let him get away with too much crazy stuff.  Er, Steve
says he may not be having a formal therapy session with you after all.  The
doc believes that life itself can be therapeutic – especially the kind
of stuff that happens up here."

The truth of that was soon to be demonstrated, set in motion by the good
doctor.  When the meal was over and they relaxed over coffee Steve looked
round the table and saw meaningful glances between Lloyd and Tommy and also
Finn and Larry.  His sensitive antennae picked up undercurrents of lust and
mischief and decided that now was the time for therapy.

"Er, Tommy, have you done your usual daily gymnastic warmup yet."

"No, sir, been too busy helping Lloyd prepare for our guests."

"It's really something to see," Steve said to the others.  "Tommy treats
Lloyd and me to it often. Hey, Tommy, you think you could give our guests a
sample?"

"With pleasure, sir."  ("I'll bet," said Lloyd under his breath, giving
Tommy an elbow nudge).  "Actually I can do simple floor exercises out here
on the lawn if you like."

"I think we would all like," Steve smiled.

All eyes were on Tommy (he loved the spotlight) as he got up and walked
over to the lawn area adjacent to the deck.  The ripped, muscular blond was
wearing his usual tight black pants, dark gray T-shirt and slider sandals.

It was not so much a gymnastic routine as a series of elaborate warm-up
stretches to show off his flawlessly ripped physique. First, he raised his
arms, stretched and turned round slowly, giving the amused spectators an
all-around view of his body, especially his epic butt.  Then he pushed off
his sandals and, standing barefoot on the grass, reached behind his neck
and slowly pulled up on his T-shirt.  It slid free of his waistband and
rose slowly to reveal his long slim waist and the razor-sharp ridges of his
abs.

The men gazed in awe as the perfect curve of his pecs came into view, then
he pulled the shirt free over his head and tossed it aside.  He raised his
arms sideways in a balletic move and again stretched upward, turning around
for the full effect.  There were gasps as his ass came into view, a perfect
bubble butt with hard round globes that had been perfected over years of
ice-skating and then gymnastics.

This was basically the strip routine he had performed for certain of the
male guests at the hotel while they masturbated, mesmerized. But now, free
of the confines of a room Tommy performed a series of tumbling moves across
the grass, landing on his feet, his arms raised, to applause and cheers
from the men and boys.

"Holy shit, Steve," Mike grinned, "how do you guys keep your pants zipped
with this walking round you all day?"

"Who says we keep them zipped?" Steve grinned.  "Feel free to pull out your
dick whenever you want.  We usually do."

Aware of the buzz he was creating and smiling seductively Tommy next
unzipped his pants turned his back to the audience and slowly pushed the
pants down. Underneath he was wearing tight, butt-hugging blue gymnastic
shorts that also emphasized he long bulge of his cock.  His physique was
displayed in all its perfection and brought renewed gasps and cheers from
the men.  He stood still as a statue drinking in the adulation of the
onlookers.

Larry and Finn were sitting shoulder to shoulder watching in awe and
without thinking had pulled out their cocks and stroked them.  They
exchanged roguish glances and Finn said, "Dude, this is too good for just a
quick jerk-off.  In the old days you and me wouldn't just sit back and let
this gorgeous gym jock tease us like this."

"Damn straight," Larry grinned.  "Maybe that was good enough for his paying
customers at the hotel, but you and me ain't so polite – not where we
come from."

Clad only in the skin-tight shorts Tommy now performed a series of
stretching exercises on the ground.  He ended on hands and knees, raised
one bent leg behind him and reached back to grab the ankle.  He pulled his
foot forward until his leg was fully curved forward and his foot touched
the back of his head.  He held the pose, his flexed ass on magnificent
display.

As the other men applauded Finn said, "OK, that does it.  I can't take any
more of this.  You and me, we gotta get a slice of the action here, bro."

<><> BONDING BY SPIT-ROAST <><>

Finn pulled a coin from his pocket and gave it to Larry.  Flip it, bro,
let's see which end you get."  Larry flipped it, slapped it on the back of
his hand and looked at it.  "Tails."

"You lucked out, stud, you get the tail, I get the head.  OK, we're on."

Mike and Miguel looked at Steve for his reaction and he gave a satisfied
smile.  "Perfect, guys.  Better therapy than I could ever give."

The boys stood up and marched over to Tommy who lowered his leg and placed
his knee back on the ground.  He made no move to resist the two young studs
– in fact he didn't seem surprised to see them.  He remained on all
fours with a slight smile on his face.

Finn grinned at Larry.  "Let's do it, bro – you and me together."  They
took up their position kneeling on the ground, Larry behind Tommy's ass,
Finn in front of his face.  They looked across him and saw in each other's
eyes the wicked gleam they both knew from their early rebellious life on
the streets.  They smiled and pulled off their shirts.

Finn went first, putting on his gruff street voice.  "You may be totally
gorgeous, dude, but me and my buddy have been around the block a few times
and we've got you now, crouching on all fours.  So open up Golden Boy."

Obediently Tommy opened his mouth wide and Finn's thick rod pushed inside,
all the way down until Tommy gagged slightly and Finn pulled back.  Finn
looked across Tommy's back at Larry.  "Your turn now, bro.  Spit's all he
needs."

Larry looked down at the perfect white globes pointing up at him and
slapped them lightly, watching with satisfaction as they bounced under his
hand.  He spat on his cock, stroked it then eased the head between the
cheeks and drove his cock slowly into the warm depths of his ass.

"Aaah," Tommy sighed and his back muscles flexed as he raised his hips to
let Larry push in deep.  Larry grinned at Tommy.  "Fuck, this guy's ass
feels as good as it looks.  Let's do it, buddy ... let's do him together."
They pulled back in unison then plunged in again, the mouth and ass, at the
start of an erotic spit-roast.

The men – Steve, Lloyd, Mike and Miguel – watched in awe as they sat
at the table drinking wine.  "Shit," Miguel said, "guys would pay good
money for this.  It's like three hot studs putting on a show for the
customers."

"Better than a porn-flick fantasy," Mike said.  "A muscular blond gymnast
on all fours at the mercy of two young toughs spit-roasting his gorgeous
body."

The three boys heard the remarks which boosted the fantasy they were in.
Tommy loved showing off his perfect physique, but it was an even bigger
thrill to submit his gorgeous body to two street boys and get his ass and
face fucked in public.

As for Larry and Finn, it was the ultimate display of their new-found
friendship – two hot guys who knew how to strut their stuff and take
occasional walks on the wild-side.  And if a hot gymnast got between them,
so much the better.

With fixed smiling eye contact the boys worked in perfect sync, regulating
the speed and force of the spit-roast, bringing the young athlete to a
moaning pitch of desire before slowing down to deny his orgasm and make him
groan in frustration. They looked down at the muscles rippling in his broad
back then leaned over him toward each other and kissed, before pulling back
and resuming their double attack on his ass and face.

As the homoerotic spit-roast went on and on, the spectators focused on the
blond gymnast, who only minutes before had proudly displayed his athletic
physique.  And now that same muscular athlete was the victim of two
dominant young bucks, submitting his body to their cocks that pierced him
at both ends.

"Damn," Lloyd said, "that is so fucking hot.  And I know Tommy – he's
loving every minute of it.  He gets off being the focus of attention,
showing off his gorgeous body, especially when it's being worked over by
two jocks like these guys.  Look at that fucking beautiful young gymnast,
men, swallowing one cock and raising his ass so the other can plough it
deep."

Tommy groaned into the gag of Finn's cock and his handsome face winced,
blond hair falling over his finely sculpted features as he felt Larry's
shaft ramrodding his ass.  Again and again he was on the edge of orgasm,
only to be denied when the assault on his ass and face slowed.

It could have been a never-ending double-fuck but finally testosterone
overwhelmed them and they had no control of the outcome.  "You ready, bro?"
Finn shouted.  Larry grinned, "Been ready since that hot ass closed round
my dick.  Let's fill him up, dude."  In unison their rods pistoned harder
and they howled in triumph.

Tommy choked as semen flooded his mouth and ass.  Frantically he gulped the
juice down as his own cock erupted with jizz that sprayed down on the grass
beneath him, his perfect body bucking and flexing until it became still as
a statue, to the resounding cheers of the four men who had been stunned by
the erotic display of youthful lust.

<><> THERAPY CAN BE ROUGH <><>

Grinning broadly at each other Larry and Finn pulled out of Tommy to
continued applause. They helped Tommy to his feet, grabbed his wrists and
raised his arms in triumph between them.

"Sensational," Steve shouted.  "What a show!"  And quietly to the other
three guys, "And the best therapy you could ever wish for."  Tommy, naked
now, smiled as he came forward and took his bow in the form of a graceful
swan dive into the pool.

"Damn, that was hot," Lloyd said.  "Only trouble is my balls are bursting
I'm so horny.  You got a prescription for that, doc?"

"Sure I do, buddy." Steve grinned.  "Get naked and get that ass in the
pool."  Lloyd followed doctor's orders and Mike and Miguel gazed at the
handsome architect's gym-honed body, buck naked as he dived into the pool.

Steve sighed.  "A shrink's job never ends.  Nothing but therapy – of one
kind or another.  Next patient, please."  He stood up and stripped naked
and Mike realized once again how much his rugged face and muscled body
resembled his brother Randy.  He dived in, swam up to Lloyd and after a
brief wrestling match in churning water Steve pushed Lloyd face-first to
the side of the pool.  With no resistance, Lloyd crossed his arms on the
concrete edge, his back to Steve.

Mike grinned at Miguel.  "Don't think I ever watched a doctor fuck an
architect."

"At least underwater, eh Mike?  Well brace yourself `cos I think we're
about to see it now. We've seen the boys in action.  Now let's see how the
bosses do it."

Lloyd stood against the wall in the chest-high water.  He grinned up at
Miguel and Mike, then winced as Steve came up behind him and pushed his
cock in his ass under water.  "Ow, that was rough, man."

"Only language you understand, dude," Steve said in his ear.  "No one ever
said therapy was painless."  The boys in the water and the two men sitting
by the edge watched as Steve hammered his lover's ass.  Lloyd looked over
his shoulder and smiled, "That all you got, doc?  Don't think that's gonna
heal me."

"OK, how about this?"  Steve was normally refined and polite, certainly in
therapy, but he also had a streak of his brother Randy in him – the
savage streak, as Lloyd was about to discover.

"Aaagh! ... Fuck, that's brutal, man."

"Careful what you ask for, dude.  Like I said, asshole, therapy can be
rough, especially with a patient as difficult as you."

Steve reached round Lloyd and squeezed his nipples hard and it took only a
few more thrusts before Lloyd was begging for release. He reached down in
the water to stroke his own cock and pleaded, "No doc, damn that hurts.
You're gonna make me cum.  Please, cum inside me ... I'm done, I'm cured
... aaagh!"  His jizz floated to the surface but Steve kept pile-driving
his ass."

Lloyd howled, "I said I'm done, man ... I'm cured ... the therapy worked, I
shot my wad!"

"Just checking," Steve grinned.  "Here it comes, dude.  Yeaaah!"  With one
last hard thrust Steve shot deep in his lover's ass as the water churned
around them."

Lloyd turned his head and they kissed long and hard.  "Feel better?" Steve
asked. "That session was a lot shorter than the usual fifty-minute hour,
sir, so no charge this time.  It's on the house."

<><> A SURPRISE VISITOR <><>

Half an hour later the men and boys were relaxing by the pool shirtless in
shorts, Tommy still in gymnastic shorts.

They were a merry group, especially now that the situation between Mike and
Larry had eased.  Steve's `therapy' – bringing the former bad-boys
together – had been a masterstroke of intuition, especially after they
bonded by spit-roasting the willing young gymnast.  Mike's earlier tension
and anxiety had drained away and he threw many grateful glances to Steve.

They were kicking back with more wine when Tommy's cellphone buzzed.  He
looked at it and frowned.  It's the gate ... who could that be?  Good
afternoon – Doctor Steve's residence."

A muffled voice crackled from the intercom.  "Sir, it's me, Tyler, I'm at
the gate.  Please can I come in, sir?"

Tommy pressed the button to open the gate and he and Steve both shot to
their feet in alarm and went through the house to the front door.  Tyler's
small pickup truck drove up to the door and stopped abruptly.  As he
climbed out Tyler asked, "Is it OK to park here, sir?  I'm sorry for just
showing up like this, sir, but I knew Finn was up here and I didn't know
where else to go."

It was obvious Tyler had been crying and he was still dressed in his
gardening clothes – dirt-streaked dungarees, sneakers and no shirt
underneath.  Steve smiled and said soothingly.  "Tyler, you came to exactly
the right place and you can leave your truck right here.  Come through to
the deck and join the others."  As Tyler stumbled in Steve said softly to
Tommy, "Get him some brandy please, Tommy."  Tommy ran ahead and Steve put
his arm lightly over the boy's shoulder.

Tyler appeared on the deck looking quite pitiful.  He had once seen
pictures of his master Pablo when he was younger, always dressed for work
in dungarees with only one strap buckled at the shoulder.  As with
everything, Tyler imitated him, and now his dirty gardening dungarees hung
on his lithe young frame.  The dirt on his face was streaked with tears.

Finn jumped up, ran to him and put his arms round him.  "Hey, kiddo, what's
up?  Come and sit over here with us."  He took Tyler's hand and led him to
the table where Finn sat between him and Larry.  "You know Larry, don't
you, Uncle Mike's boy from Palm Springs?  He's our new buddy and we'll take
care of you."  Tommy appeared with the brandy.  "Thanks, Tommy.  Here
kiddo, take a slug of this, it'll do you good."

Miguel looked lovingly at Finn.  His boy always projected a tough, brittle
image but Miguel had heard stories of when he was a seasoned hustler and he
took care of some of the troubled younger kids who had just arrived in
town, fresh off the bus, and had turned to the streets as a way of
surviving.  Miguel was watching that gentler, nurturing side of Finn now.
And this time he had Larry with him for extra help.

Larry gave Tyler a warm smile.  "Hey, Tyler, good to see you again.  I'm
here `cos I was hitting a rough patch but your good buddy Finn helped me
over that bump in the road.  He's the best."

"I know, that's why I came here, Finn's my friend.  See, I ... I've ... I
mean ..."

He choked up and Steve saved him from bursting into tears again.  "Hey,
Tyler, tell you what.  We're all your friends here so why don't you take
another sip of brandy, then take a deep breath and tell us what happened?
Nor hurry – in your own time.

<><> TYLER'S TALE OF MARINE & MECHANIC <><>

Tyler's tearful account of events was halting, sometimes muddled, and Steve
and the others had to piece the fragments together for the full story.
This is how the actual event had unfolded.

Earlier in the afternoon Tyler had been working alone in the garden as his
fellow gardener and best pal Finn was away having therapy and lunch at Doc
Steve's place.  He always missed Finn when he was away, especially their
sex, and felt kind of horny.  He was on his knees weeding flower beds
behind thick bushes when he glimpsed somebody through them.

The Marine captain Hassan had a habit in his free time of coming across the
street to the compound and relaxing in the sun to clear his mind of the
rigors of the Marine Base.  The rugged Arab/Asian soldier was sprawled on a
chair in a patch of sun, shirtless in his usual military fatigues, his face
raised to the sun, eyes closed.

As he meditated and dozed, his mind turned to sex and he wished his boy
Eddie had been there to give him one of his famous blow-jobs.  His hand
wandered down to his crotch and he stroked it, sighing with the pleasure of
imminent release.  He was still thinking of Eddie when a voice said, "Do
you want any help with that sir?"

He opened his eyes to see the young gardener Tyler smiling shyly down at
him, very cute with his dirt streaked face and dungarees hooked over one
shoulder.  Tyler stared down at the handsome muscle-god Marine with his
dark exotic face and olive skin.  He looked so hot that Tyler had plucked
up the courage to approach him.  Hassan looked up at him with amusement."

"Sure kid, I could use a little help, but what would your man Pablo say
about that?"

"Oh, he's cool with that, sir.  He lets me fool around with Finn all the
time and says it's all OK as long as I do it with guys in the tribe.
That's a Randy rule."

"Well, if you put it like that, kiddo, I'd appreciated a little boost
here."

Tyler knelt between the Marine's manspread legs, unzipped his fatigues and
pulled out his long thick cock.  He opened wide and went down on it,
remembering all his lessons from the expert cock-sucker Eddie.  Hassan
sighed with pleasure, folded his hands round Tyler's head and pulled him
down on his cock, careful not to be rough with the kid.

It was the perfect setting in the quiet garden under the warm California
sun with a soft breeze blowing, the young gardener on his knees sucking the
cock of the hunky Marine captain.  It didn't take long for Hassan to reach
his climax and growl, "I'm gonna cum in your mouth, boy," and he blasted a
stream of jizz that the boy willingly gulped down."

After a few seconds Tyler got to his feet, cum running down his chin and a
cheeky smile on his face.  "I came too, sir, see?"  He pointed to a wet
patch spreading over his dungarees."

"Damn, you were good at that, kiddo.  Must've been trained by my boy Eddie.
Hey, next time I come out here to relax maybe I'll run across you again."

"What the fuck?"  The bucolic calm was shattered by an ugly shout from
Pablo.  "I come looking for my boy and I find him sucking a soldier's
fucking dick!"

A panicked Tyler pleaded, "Sir, I told Hassan it would be OK, `cos you told
me I could ... with guys in the tribe and ..."

"Shut the fuck up, boy.  I don't care what I told you ... I'm telling you
now to get your ass back in the house.  I'll deal with you later."

Tyler stumbled back to the house and Pablo whirled on Hassan who was
casually zipping up his pants.  "Who the fuck do you think you are, man?
Just because you're this big hotshot Marine you think you can fuck my boy
– like you probably fuck all your new recruits."

That insult angered Hassan and he sprang to his feet.  "You watch your
mouth, punk.  Tyler told me you let him fool around with other guys, he
wanted to suck my dick so I let him.  Instead of talking dirty to me you
should be apologizing to that boy.  It's love he needs, not hysteria."

The shirtless mechanic clenched his fists. "Fuck you, man.  We can settle
this right now."

"Oh there we go.  You really are a chip off the old Randy block – solve
every issue with your fists.  OK, punk take your best shot."  Hassan held
out his arms tauntingly, offered his bare chest and abs.  Pablo, eyes
blazing clasped his hands together, raised his arms and slammed them
against Hassan's abs in what he called his signature move, a double forearm
smash.

"But Hassan simply flexed his rock-hard abs and Pablo's arms bounced off
them.  He tried again but again the Marine scarcely moved.  Fuck this
shit," Hassan growled.  His arm shot out, he grabbed Pablo's wrist and
twisted his arm up behind his back in a brutal single hammerlock."

Instinctively Pablo raised his free arm and twisted his hand behind
Hassan's head in a futile attempt to throw him forward over his back.
Hassan was far too strong and heavy.  He increased the agonizing pressure
on Pablo's arm twisted up behind his back, and used his free arm to reach
round and slam Pablo's gut, again and again until the exhausted young jock
sank to his knees coughing.

Contemptuously Hassan put his boot on Pablo's chest and shoved him
sprawling on his back on the grass.  He planted his boot on his chest and
pressed down hard.  "Don't ever mess with a Marine, boy, `cos you ain't got
what it takes.  Dammit, you know as well as I do what Tyler and me did out
here was harmless.  It's just that fucking rage that flares up in you, just
like your dad.  Like I said, you should get your ass inside and apologize
to your kid. Me, I'm fucking outa here."

Hassan strode off to the gate, leaving Pablo groaning on the ground.

<><> DOCTOR STEVE GETS POETIC <><>

Now, by Steve's pool, tears ran down Tyler's face as he finished his story.

"I saw the fight from the upstairs window, sir, and I knew Pablo would be
angry at getting beat, and I was next.  He came crashing into the room and
yelled at me, than slapped me hard across the face a few times.  He threw
me on the bed and picked up his belt so I jumped up and ran for the door.
He said, `That's right, get the hell out ... and don't come back, boy'."

By now he was sobbing.  "So it was all my fault sir.  I was sure he told me
I could fool around with guys but I must've misunderstood.  I shouldn't a'
done what I did and now he hates me ..."

"Tyler, Tyler."  Steve grasped Tyler's hands and brought the story to a
close.  He used a table napkin to dry the boy's eyes and wipe the tears and
dirt from his face.

"Tyler look at me, kiddo.  Now I just have a couple of things to say and
you have to believe me.  First, you did nothing wrong.  What you told
Hassan was true, you don't have to ask Pablo's permission to do stuff like
that – you do it all the time with Finn.  Second, Pablo does not hate
you.  He loves you, you're his boy and always will be.  And third, this
will blow over eventually.  It'll take a lot of work and time, but things
will eventually go back to where they were.

"You can stay here, of course, for as long as you like, but right now I
want Finn and Larry to take care of you.  Boys, if it's OK with Mike, I'd
like you to take Tyler down to the guesthouse so he can get cleaned up and
let you take care of him.  Is that OK?"

"Mike nodded his agreement and Finn said, "Leave it to us, sir.  Tyler's
our buddy, we'll make sure he's OK.  Come on kiddo, we'll get you cleaned
up, fed and watered and whatever else you want.  You're with us now, buddy.
Nothing bad's gone happen to you while we're around, eh Larry?"

"Damn straight," Larry said, giving Tyler a kiss on the cheek.  They put
their arms round Tyler and the three of them made their way down the path
to the guesthouse.

"Damn I need a brandy," Steve said and took a gulp.  He leaned back, linked
his hands behind his head and sighed.  "Not again ... not again."

"Stuff like this has happened before?" Mike asked.

"It has, Mike.  , you may not remember but quite some time ago Pablo went
totally off the rails and had a huge fight with his lover Darius.  Tyler
got caught in the crossfire in that one too, poor kid.  Bob went apeshit
and gave Pablo the biggest, longest tongue lashing anyone had ever heard.
Reduced the tough young jock to tears.  And yet," Steve sighed, "here we go
again."

Miguel said, "Steve, I want you to use my boy Finn in whatever way you
need.  I love to see him like this nurturing a shy young kid like Tyler."

"Yeah," Mike said, "he's quite a boy, your Finn.  Look at the number he did
on my Larry. Brought him right down to earth and I'm sure he'll support him
on his road to recovery."

Steve said, "Oh I have no doubts about the boys, they are made of just the
right stuff.  I love the way they always circle the wagons when one of
them's in trouble.  No the most urgent need is to stop this spreading like
it did the last time Pablo acted up.  Everyone got involved – Bob,
Randy, Zack, Darius, Mark until it seemed the whole tribe was at war.  So
what I gotta do right now is call Bob and make sure he's on top of it.
I'll leave it on speaker so you can hear."

Bob answered right away and Steve said, "Thank god you're there, dude.
Tyler just pitched up here in a real state – have you heard the story?"

"Yeah, Steve, the twins told me and it's all over the grapevine already.
How is the kid?"

"He's upset but Finn and Larry are taking good care of him and he can stay
here, of course. The one I'm worried about is Randy.  When he gets wind of
this he's gonna go stomping into Hassan for revenge `cos the Marine beat up
his boy.  And that'll set off a battle that spreads like wildfire."

"I hear you, Steve.  But leave Randy to me.  Fortunately he's at work
engrossed in a new project so I'm going out there to give him the news and
stop him from behaving like a wild boar.  I'll persuade him to let me talk
to Pablo first.  If Randy gets to him he'll take his side, and they'll be
talking about fight tactics – how Pablo could have taken Hassan as they
call it – stupid word.

"Don't worry, Steve, I'll hold the fort here.  Just take care of Tyler,
he's a vulnerable young kid as you know.  Then we'll just let the dust
settle for a while before we dig into what's to be done.  Obviously we'll
need all of your expertise then, Steve."

"Good call, Bob, I agree.  So give my love to my big brother Randy."

"And love to you guys, Mike and Miguel," Bob said on the phone.  "One
thing's for sure, life ain't exactly dull around here.  Raise a glass for
me, guys and wish me luck."

Steve rang off, they raised their glasses and drank to Bob.  "So you heard
what he said, guys, we'll let the dust settle.  Tyler's being taken care of
by Finn and Larry, Randy's taken care of by Bob, and Pablo is no doubt
nursing his wounds with his long-time lover Darius. So let's take a deep
breath, kick back and enjoy the rest of the afternoon."

"Amen to that," Mike said.  "You know there's one good thing to come out of
this.  Did you see Finn and my Larry rallying to care of Tyler?  Almost
seems like therapy for Larry, taking care of a kid who's in big trouble.
His own problems have slipped into the background."

Steve smiled. "Mike, it's the best therapy your boy could have.  It's what
I tell a lot of my patients, especially the ones who can't see anything
beyond their own issues.  I recommend they volunteer ... to help the
homeless, for example.  And it works every time.  When you're deep in your
own problems, if you switch your focus to helping someone else who's
hurting, your own troubles fade away.  Does you a power of good."

Steve laughed.  "You know, I even have a poem about that framed on my
office wall – from a novel by Robertson Davies.  I've used it so often I
know it by heart.  Listen up ..."  The doc stood up, wine glass in hand,
and took a deep breath.  His eyes sparkling, he waved his glass around for
emphasis as he recited.  "Here goes, guys ..."

"There's an excellent rule I have learned in life's school, And I'm ready
to set it before you.  When you're heavy at heart and your world falls
apart, Do not pity yourself, I implore you.  No, up with your chin, meet
bad luck with a grin And try this infallible trick.  It never will fail
you, whatever may ail you – DO SOMETHING FOR SOMEBODY QUICK

OH – Do something for somebody quick, It will banish your cares in a
tick.  Don't fret about you – there's a good deed to do – DO
SOMETHING FOR SOMEBODY QUICK.

"Like I said, guys, works every time."  Steve took a bow, to loud laughter
and cheers, then sat down heavily as the men raised their glasses again.

As a matter of fact, even as they toasted Steve's performance, the poem was
already at work down in the guesthouse.  The `somebody' was Tyler, and the
`something' the boys were `doing quick' was making plans.  And as proof it
was working, Larry had forgotten his own troubles – and Tyler's tears
had been replaced with smiles.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 506


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