Date: Thu, 28 May 2020 20:36:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 515  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 515
By Rob Williams

Chapter 515 – "THE GYPSY'S AWAY – BOB & MARK PLAY"

IN THIS CHAPTER:
The tough gypsy Randy goes out of town on a bike run with his buddies,
leaving his lover Bob at home.  The cop Mark and his boy Jamie are there
too.  The once `tortured trio' – Randy, Bob & Mark – long ago made
their peace and agreed that they all love each other, so Bob is open with
Randy that he is spending the night with Mark.  Randy says no problem
... but it's not as simple as that.  `When the cat's away...'

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<><>  IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER  <><>

Everything was unusually quiet at the tribe's compound. Work at the
construction sites was in a week-long lull, scheduled to ramp up again next
week when the heavily lifting would resume.

The big gypsy boss Randy had used the break to take off on a biker run –
with his buddy, the black leather-hunk Zack and Zack's hot lover Miguel
– to the Palm Springs home of their old friend Uncle Mike and his boy
Larry.

Randy's lover and co-leader of the tribe, Bob, was left at home with his
boys, the twins Kyle and Kevin, and the young redheaded chef Will.  They
too were taking a break from work and enjoying each other's company in a
short stay-at-home vacation.  Also at the compound were the cop Mark and
his boy, the surfer-jock Jamie.

As Bob put it, "I've been neglecting the twins lately – time to get
reacquainted.  The compound will be fairly empty, though Mark's taking a
few days off work to spend more time with Jamie, so the twins and I will be
spending what's known as `quality time' with them."

As it turned out, there was a marked difference between the mellow
laid-back mood in the compound and the bikers' heavy-duty action in the
desert.

Mike told Randy of his concerns about his boy Larry.  "You've seen what a
hotshot he is behind the bar – tight jeans, boots, no shirt, torso
gleaming under the bar's floodlights – a major stud, an alpha jock.  But
you know how top-men sometimes get an urge to have the tables turned, to
become a captive, prove how tough and defiant they can be, worked over by
other top-men."

He said that Larry had a craving for that right now, and Mike trusted Randy
and his buddies to satisfy the boy's craving, which they did in a wild
bondage and domination session in the basement of an old house in the
desert.  Even though they forced Larry to shoot two huge loads of jizz,
Randy sill could not make the young mechanic submit or beg for release.

"Un-fucking-believable, dude," Randy grinned afterwards.  "Damn you're
tough.  Are you OK?  I promised Mike you'd be OK."

Larry grinned, "Never better, sir, on top of the world. But now I need to
get back to work behind the bar."

"You sure you're up to it, man?"

"Sure," Larry laughed. "I don't call in sick just because I got tied up,
tortured, gut-punched, whipped and gang fucked."

Larry asked the guys to come back to the bar with him before they went home
with Mike, and when they walked into the bar they caused a minor sensation.
There was Larry in the company of the three hot biker hunks, who had
obviously been working him over.

He took up his position behind the bar under the spotlights looking like
he'd just stepped out of a porn movie – a handsome muscle-jock stripped
to the waist, his body streaked with oil and striped with marks of the
whip.  His shirt had been ripped off him and hung in shreds round his
waist, and he still had a slave collar round his neck.

Mike left Larry alone behind the bar to bathe in the adulation of the
crowd, and said to his three friends.  "Guys, how can I thank you?  Look at
him.  I've never seen him so pumped up, you've given him just what he
needed and now he looks like the toughest guy in town. Feels like it too."

"Mike, your boy is one tough young buck," Randy said.  "We threw everything
at him and couldn't break him – he wouldn't submit.  New experience for
me – one of my failures."

"No, Randy, your biggest success. He's having the time of his life showing
off.  Oh, and before I forget, Randy, Bob called and he wants you to call
him when we get back to the house."

"Nothing wrong, is there?" Randy asked in alarm.

"Nah, nothing like that.  On the contrary, he's having a great time with
the twins – you know he's having a mini-vacation with them and Will.
And, er, they're gonna be spending time with Mark and Jamie, who are also
kicking back for a few days."  Mike watched Randy's reaction carefully.

"None of my business, of course, but I know how it is with Bob and Mark
– you know, so close and all.  So, er ... are you OK these days with Bob
and Mark chilling out together?"

"Sure I am, Mike.  We settled all that a long time ago.  We three love each
other so I'm OK with whatever they do."

"Yeah, good.  I think he just needed to hear that from you, buddy."

"Sure, I'll talk to Bob.  I'll tell him to have a good time with Mark
... whatever they do."

Mike was not entirely convinced and rode back to the house deep in thought.


========= CHAPTER 515 =========

<><> THE ADULT IN THE ROOM <><>

As soon as the four men walked into Mike's house, Zack and his lover Miguel
went into their room "for a nap", leaving Mike and Randy alone.  Randy hit
the phone and smiled when he heard Bob's voice.  "Hey, buddy, what's up?
You having a good time with those hot young twins of yours?"

"Well, yeah," Bob laughed, "if you call it a good time getting tied naked
to the bed and getting worked on by two identically gorgeous brothers."

"Damn straight, I'd call that a good time.  Matter of fact, Zack, Miguel
and me had a similar party out here in Hassan's old dungeon.  The captive
in that case was Mike's boy Larry, and we worked him over good.  Man, that
kid is tough.  You know what he said when it was over?  Said he had to get
right back to work at the bar – he wasn't gonna call in sick just
because he got tied up, tortured, gut-punched, whipped and gang fucked."

Bob roared with laughter and Randy said, "Damn, it's good to hear your
voice, dude.  So what are your plans now you've got the place to yourself
there?"

"Oh, just kinda hanging out with the boys.  We're playing at being
gentlemen of leisure, being waited on hand and foot by young Will.  He
really gets off on that too.  Such a great kid."

"And, er, I guess you'll be getting together with Mark and Jamie, eh?"

"Well yeah, they're taking a break for a few days too, so we thought
... actually, Randy, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.  See Mark
and Jamie have invited the twins and me to dinner tonight in their
apartment.  They've hired Will to cater it and he's loving it."

"So, enjoy your dinner, dude.  But that's not what you're trying to say, is
it?  Not like you to be tongue-tied, buddy.  What's really on your mind?"

"OK, you're right, Randy. Here it is.  I'm gonna be seeing a lot of Mark in
the next few days and ... and maybe even spend the night with him.  You
know how we are, we love each other.  Sure all three of us, you me and
Mark, love each other, but right now you're out there and Mark and I are
here and ... shit, I'm making a real hash of this aren't I?"

"OK, dude, let me help you out.  You're asking am I OK with you and Mark
fucking.  And the answer is yes.  Dude, you don't need my OK to make love
to a guy.  You're your own man, you do whatever you want.  And I ain't
gonna get all bent out of shape about it.  Years ago I might have tied you
to the back of my truck in the desert and dragged you through the sand."

Randy chuckled.  "Oh right, I actually did that, didn't I?  But those days
are long gone.  Dude, I love you and I want you to be free to enjoy
yourself.  Mark's a hot guy, so knock yourself out.  Just leave a few
crumbs for me when I get back, eh?"

"It's a relief to hear you say that, Randy.  I guess I just didn't want
this to be a when-the-cat's-away-Bob-will-play type of situation.  Although
you're no cat, you're more like a raging bull when you're mad and I didn't
wanna get trampled underfoot."

"I dunno, buddy.  Getting trampled by a bunch of bikers can be a real
turn-on.  Just ask Mike's boy Larry."

Bob laughed again and after a few casual remarks about their boys Bob said,
"Say hi to Mike, Randy.  I'm glad there's an adult in the room to keep you
in line."

They rang off and Randy looked at Mike who had been in earshot and heard
much of the conversation.  "So you're the adult who's gonna keep me in
line, eh buddy?"

"You bet.  You were quite impressive, Randy – did you mean everything
you told Bob?"

Randy shrugged.  "Yeah ... yeah, sure I did."  On seeing Mike cock his head
and smile in disbelief.  "Dammit, Mike, it don't get any easier thinking of
Bob getting his ass fucked by that cop.  I know from experience how hot
that can be.  Bob is actually in love with the guy."

"Randy, you just got through telling me that you three settled all that
years ago, you're all in love with each other.  And then you told Bob that
you're OK with whatever he and Mark do.  You're giving me mixed signals
here, dude."

"Ah, maybe I'm losing my touch, Mike.  First, me and my buddies work Larry
over but I can't break him.  Now maybe Bob is slipping away from me and
into the arms of the cop."

Mike raised his arms in the air in despair.  Jesus Christ, boy, sometimes
you make me so mad.  For the big boss of the tribe you can be a real
dipshit, you know that?  Where does this damn paranoia come from?  You know
what I think, boy?  I think you never got over being a gypsy scratching a
living on the streets of West Texas, with the whole world looking down on
you.  And now Bob, a sophisticated intellectual is gonna leave the dumb
gypsy for a sexy police officer."

"Well it's possible, Mike."

"Dammit, boy, you're the one who should be chained up in Hassan's dungeon
with me whipping some sense into you.  Listen to me, asshole.  We're gonna
try something.  Close your eyes.

"What the fuck ...?"

Mike bellowed, "I said close your fucking eyes, boy!"

"Yes, sir."  Submitting to the will of the dominant older man Randy did as
he was told.

"OK, now I want you to picture Bob's face, especially his eyes.  What do
you see?"

"A gorgeous fucking man."

"In addition to that.  Look into his eyes – imagine you've just come
home from work and he's there to greet you.  What do you see?"

Randy paused, getting lost in the eyes that always smiled at him.  "I see
... love."

"Just love?  Nothing special?"

"Oh yeah, something real special.  Like we're melting into each other, like
I'm crazy in love with him and he's crazy in love with me.  Damn, I got a
boner just thinking about it."

"And you think that man is gonna walk out on you just for a roll in the hay
with a cop?"

"Hell no, he'll never leave me."  Randy opened his eyes.  "Dammit, Mike,
I've been a total asshole.  But don't give up on me, dude ... please?"

Mike flashed a gleaming smile.  "Randy, after what you did for my boy today
how could I ever stop loving you, man?  You're like the wild, rebellious
son I never had ... and I'm the dad who keeps you in line.  Like Bob said,
the adult in the room."

Randy threw his arms round Mike.  "Damn, I love you man."

"Good, now let's go mix some cocktails before Larry comes home from showing
himself off at the bar, whip-stripes and all.  Then we'll order dinner in."

Just then the door opened and Zack came in with Miguel.  "Someone say the
magic word `cocktails'?" Zack grinned."

"You two enjoy your `nap'?" Mike grinned salaciously.  As they were both
stripped down to their boxers, their breath heaving, it was pretty clear
they had.

"Shit," Mike laughed, "I love having you guys here.  Never a dull moment."

<><> THE COP'S WELCOME HOME <><>

As it happened, a similar conversation about the Randy/Bob/Mark triangle
had taken place earlier in the afternoon at the tribe's L.A. compound –
more precisely in the extensive ground-floor apartment shared by the cop
Mark and his surfer-boy Jamie.

Jamie had been working as usual as manager of the compound's office, along
with Brandon and Ryan, though there was not all that much to do as the
construction sites were taking a break for a week.  Jamie's work was
interrupted by a call from Jamie's old buddy Larry, who was eager to boast
of his experience in the desert dungeon.

The other boys listened in with avid attention, then Brandon related the
story to his pal Eddie.  So, of course, the whole saga was on the tribe's
ever-efficient grapevine within minutes, and was the major topic among the
few guys left in the compound.

After Jamie hung up from Larry he received another call from Mark, saying
he would be home from work earlier than usual to get ready for hosting Bob
and the twins for dinner.  Brandon and Ryan grinned, knowing what Mark's
imminent arrival meant for Jamie.

"Gotta go, guys," Jamie said.  "You can shut up shop early as work is so
slow."

"Have fun," Brandon chuckled as Jamie ran out the door.

Usually Jamie stripped naked for Mark, but this time he kept on the board
shorts he always wore.  The faded blue ones he was wearing now were Mark's
favorites, he knew, and maybe the cop would be slightly annoyed that he was
not already naked for him.  He hoped so – an angry cop turned him on.

Jamie adjusted the ceiling spotlights so they focused on the bed where he
lay on his back.  He folded his hands behind his head in a casual pose that
Mark might take as a hint of arrogance.  All the better.

He already had a semi-erection just thinking of Mark, and when the door
burst open his cock stiffened in his shorts.  The sight of the handsome
uniformed cop never failed to excite Jamie and he stared at Mark's chiseled
features, blond hair falling over his forehead.

His black shirt, with police badge and flashes, stretched over his muscular
torso, the short sleeves clinging to his biceps.  The neck was open over
the white triangle of his T-shirt with strands of blond chest-hair poking
above it.  The shirt tapered down from his broad shoulders, over his long
slim waist where it was cinched by the heavy black uniform belt. The black
pants, with a silver stripe, clinging to his slim hips, were tucked into
high, shiny black motorcycle boots.

Mark's face was stern.  "What the fuck?  What do you think you're doing,
boy?  I want you naked.  Lose the damn shorts."

Turned on even more by the cop's rough tone Jamie slowly moved his hands
from behind his head and down to his waist where he teasingly unlaced his
shorts.  He pushed them down over his hips, paused, then eased them down
farther until his cock sprang out stiff as a poker.

"Fuck," Mark growled, mesmerized by the sight.  He quickly unbuttoned his
black shirt pulled it out of his pants and flung it aside.  He unzipped his
pants, pulled out his thick, hard dick and stroked it slowly, gazing down
at the naked blond surfer.

Jamie inhaled sharply as he stared up at the cop in his black pants and
boots, his pecs and abs clearly etched under the tight white T-shirt.  It
was one of Jamie's sexiest images of Mark, one he often imagined as he
jerked off during the day thinking about him.  Jamie stroked his own cock
now, stopping frequently to avoid spilling his load prematurely.

"Turn over, boy," the cop ordered.  "Show me that ass."  Jamie flipped over
and flexed the white globes of his flawless ass that contrasted at the
sharp tan lines with the golden tan of his body.  He looked over his
shoulder and flashed a cheeky smile, knowing that was a pose Mark loved.

"Damn you, boy.  Get on your back and get ready."  Jamie turned over,
grabbed his legs behind his knees and pulled them back, displaying his ass
to the horny cop.  Mark knelt on the bed, pushed the legs back farther and
growled, "Here's what happens when you give attitude to a cop, boy."  He
spat on his cock and drove it in one firm stroke deep into Jamie's butt.

"Aaah," Jamie gasped and instinctively raised his hands to push back,
grabbing Mark's T-shirt and digging his fingers into his chest.  As Mark
rose and fell above him the shirt started to rip.  "Damn you, boy," the cop
growled.  He reared back on his knees, grabbed the T-shirt behind his neck,
pulled it off and tossed it on his discarded shirt.

Jamie almost came staring up at the macho cop, stripped to the waist now,
his rock-hard pecs and washboard abs flexing as he fucked his boy's ass.
Gripped by the euphoria of the cop's long shaft driving in and out of his
ass Jamie didn't dare touch his own cock as he would have cum instantly.
He wanted to offer himself totally to this stunning man so he stretched his
arms back, grabbed the posts of the headboard and tugged at them, as if
tied to them and struggling to get free.

"Holy shit," Mark groaned.  "That's fucking beautiful, man."  Roused to a
pitch of desire Mark fucked harder and deeper, staring into the intense
blue eyes gazing up at him.  Their passion overwhelmed them both and Mark
slowed down.  Now his cock moved gently inside him, easing into the warm
depths of the surfer's ass.

A flicker of a smile crossed Mark's previously stern face.  His cock
stopped moving, buried deep inside the perfect ass, and he bent forward,
licked Jamie's parted lips, then kissed him hungrily.  Jamie was swept up
in a world of lust, ruled by this Greek God whose shaft was buried in his
ass.  His body shuddered and he frantically pulled his face away.  "I'm
gonna cum ... I can't hold back, sir ... you're making me cum."

Mark pulled back on his knees, his square-jawed features wreathed with a
dazzling smile.  "Let's do it, buddy.  But nobody moves, we just make love
with our eyes."

And that's what happened, with Jamie's arms stretched up holding onto the
headboard and Mark motionless above him, his cock buried deep inside him.
Like a frozen tableau, a classical statue of a Greek God and the boy he
loved, they stared deep into each other's eyes and shot their loads
together.  Jamie's cock spurted semen all over his tanned chest while Mark
filled his ass with juice.

Even after their cocks had drained they remained still, smiling at each
other, willing this magical moment to remain frozen in time.

<><> WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE <><>

They had both known of course that their aggressive foreplay had been just
that – word-play between a defiant surfer and an angry cop.  In reality,
they were more like buddies than master and boy, two beautiful men who
shared equally their life, their love and their lust.  Except that Jamie
still called Mark `sir' because it turned them both on.

As they lay together Mark kidded, "Next time don't give in so easily.  I
want an excuse to really work you over – like Randy and Co worked over
your pal Larry.  Damn that sounded hot.  By all accounts Larry is the talk
of the town in the leather community out there.

"Let's see now.  Maybe we take a trip soon out to that desert dungeon with
Hassan?  Picture it, two hot soldiers, an Arab and a blond American –
enemies until they join forces and capture a rebellious young surfer jock
and take a long, long time to knock the arrogance out of him."

"Anytime you like, sir.  But apparently Randy didn't succeed in taming
Larry," Jamie said.  "That's a first."

"Nah, only `cos he knew Mike didn't want him to go too far and really hurt
the boy.  Randy can break any man he wants to in a heartbeat."

"Like he did to Bob when they first met?" Jamie said, then wished he hadn't
as Mark winced.  "Sorry, sir, shouldn't have brought that up."

"Nah, it's water under the bridge, Randy's changed a lot since then."

"Has he really, sir?  I mean, like ... he's really OK with Bob and you here
together, having dinner and ... and whatever else?"

"He better be," Mark said, a little too fiercely.  "Bob's his own man and
so am I, and too bad if anyone else gets bent out of shape."  He caught
himself and grinned ruefully.  "Wow, coming on a bit strong there.  But
nah, us three love each other, we worked that out a while ago.  But I do
see what you mean, buddy.  I see where Randy's coming from.

"Think of it this way, Jamie.  Imagine your old pal Larry is staying here,
and when I come home from work I go to him first and fuck him like I just
fucked you.  You two go back a long way and you're real close, but don't
tell me you could just brush that off with a `good for you, Larry'."

"No, it would really piss me off and I'd tell Larry so.  And Randy has a
shorter fuse than me – flares up in an instant."

"But that ain't gonna happen, Jamie, not with us three.  Talking of dinner,
how's all that going?"

"Right on track, sir.  Will is really on the ball.  He presented me with
three possible menus and strongly recommended the seafood jambalaya, so
we're going with that.  He takes these catering gigs real seriously –
cooking for him is kind of a religion and he don't let anything interfere
with it."

"I know Bob is crazy about the boy," Mark said.  "When you get those four
together – Bob, the twins and Will – it's like a close-knit little
family.  And, by extension, Randy loves the kid too.  He's hugely
protective of him – calls him Red and loves to ruffle his mop of red
hair.  But hey, we better get ready and jump in the shower.  Unless you
want me to appear at dinner shirtless in cop pants and riding boots."

"I don't think you'd hear any complaints, sir," Jamie grinned.  "Even from
Bob – especially not from Bob – although he's always strict with
Randy insisting he wear a clean shirt at meals."

Just then there was a knock at the door.  Mark yelled "come in" and Will
appeared.  He was so focused on his job he was totally unfazed to see the
two men in bed, Jamie naked, Mark shirtless in uniform pants and boots.

"Hello, sirs.  I came by to take a look at your kitchen, see if I'll need
to bring over any more equipment.  Then, Jamie, perhaps you can help me
schlep over from my kitchen the food I've already prepared, ready for the
oven."

"Sure thing, Will."  Jamie jumped off the bed, pulled on his board shorts
and jammed his feet into unlaced sneakers.

"Hey, haven't you forgotten something?" Mark asked.  Jamie stood at the
foot of the bed, his back turned to Mark who raised his boot between
Jamie's legs and pressed the other foot against his bare butt.  Jamie
grabbed the boot, Mark pushed against his ass, and Jamie staggered forward
as the boot came free.  He repeated the procedure with the other boot, then
put them neatly together by the wall.  "OK Will, let's go."

"Er, you'll be needing this, dude."  Will tossed him a green apron he had
brought with him.  Jamie, and everyone else, knew of Will's rule that when
he was in charge of a kitchen his assistants all wore the standard dark
green apron.  Still wearing only his board-shorts Jamie looped the apron
over the back of his neck and tied the strings behind his waist.

Jamie held his arms wide and smiled at Mark.  "How do I look, sir?"

"Turn around."  Jamie did so and Mark saw the mounds of his ass in the
tight shorts, bulging through the open back of the apron.  "Looks perfect
to me.  I'd give it three Michelin stars."

Jamie followed Will out of the room and Mark stood up, got naked and headed
for the shower.

<><> ALL IN THE FAMILY <><>

After his shower Mark opened his closet and wondered what he should wear.
He tried on a T-shirt but that looked too casual.  Maybe a dress shirt.
But that didn't show off his body well enough, even if he opened several
buttons to give a glimpse of his pecs.  He tried a couple more, and the
discarded shirts were piling up on a chair when he realized what he was
doing.  He was dressing to look as sexy as possible for Bob.  He was being
stupid.

Cursing himself softly he pulled on clean blue-jeans, shoved his bare feet
into tan moccasins and pulled a white polo shirt from the closet.  He
looked in the mirror and smiled.  The shirt showed off the contours of his
torso, his pecs and slim waist, and the short sleeves were tight over his
biceps.  He tucked it into his pants, then pulled it out and let it hang
loose.  He opened all three buttons at the neck to show more chest
hair... nah, did two of them up ... nah, undid one and settled for that.

"Damn you're being an asshole," he grumbled to himself.  He was behaving
like a teenager on his first date.  This was just Bob who he saw every day,
coming for dinner with the twins.  What was he expecting – or wanting?
He didn't allow himself to answer that question, and instead, went round
the apartment tidying up, plumping up cushions.

"I need a drink," he murmured.  He poured himself a Scotch and cursed
himself again when he noticed his hand shaking. "Get a grip, asshole."  It
was just Bob, his buddy Bob.

The Scotch sliding down his throat made him feel calmer, then Jamie and
Will came in, loaded with kitchen utensils and bags of food.  Will was
carrying a large casserole containing all the jambalaya ingredients ready
for the oven.  As they passed through to the kitchen Jamie said.  That
shirt looks hot on you, sir.  Bob's gonna get an instant hard-on."

"What you talking about?  Just something I threw on."  Jamie jabbed Will in
the butt as he followed him into the kitchen.

"Something he just threw on," Jamie chuckled as they unloaded the utensils.
"I don't often see the cool, calm cop this keyed up."

"You think him and Bob are gonna have sex, dude?"

"Duh!" Jamie laughed.  "And talk of the devil – or maybe the god –
here they come."  From the kitchen window they could see Bob and the twins
approaching, and Jamie went to open the front door.  When the guests walked
in Mark jumped to his feet and, as Jamie had playfully predicted, he got an
instant erection.

Bob was wearing jeans and loafers and a pale blue dress shirt that hung
loose, unbuttoned halfway down so if fell back slightly off his pecs.  Mark
wondered if Bob had taken as much trouble as he had in choosing what to
wear – and how many buttons to undo.

The twins were both elegantly casual in the Italian style of Mario –
loose lounge pants and linen shirts, Kyle in beige, Kevin in pale green.
Mark smiled, "Damn you two look good enough to eat."  He hugged them both
exuberantly, then turned to Bob.  "Hey buddy," Mark said almost shyly and
held out his hand.  Bob took it and pulled him into a tentative, clumsy
man-hug.

"Drink?" Mark asked, and Jamie said, "You're martini guys I know, I'll mix
them.  Vodka, right?"

The twins went to the kitchen and Kyle said to Will, "Everything under
control, kiddo?"

"Of course, sirs.  I was just gonna put the jambalaya in the oven.  Here,
what do you think?"

They examined it with a practiced eye.  "Mmm, great mix of seafood," Kevin
said.  "Looks delicious – best jambalaya I ever saw.  What's for
dessert?"

Blueberry pie – thin crust.  Blueberries are real healthy.  Er, I can
take it from here, sirs.  Go and join the others – you're guests and I'm
here to work."

Mark relaxed a little over cocktails though he still made only glancing
eye-contact with Bob.  The conversation inevitably wandered onto the topic
of Larry's adventure in the desert dungeon.  "Randy sure knows how to
discipline a guy," Mark said, then winced, thinking that was a bit too
close to home for Bob.  But Bob laughed, "Yeah, it's that gypsy blood in
him – even the tough guys on the mean streets of West Texas knew better
than to tangle with him."

The potentially uncomfortable moment had passed and the group relaxed after
that as they took their places at the dinner table.  Jamie helped Will
bring in the first course and said, "You're gonna join us aren't you Will?"

"Oh, er, I dunno if that would be proper.  I mean, I'm just the caterer."

"Will," Jamie protested, "You're not the `just' anything, you're our buddy,
you've gotta eat with us.  Anyway, dude, since when did anyone in this
tribe care what was `proper'?  "

Will glanced at the twins who nodded enthusiastically, and Bob smiled,
"Please join us, William.  I would like that – all in the family."  How
could anyone say no to Bob?  "OK, sir.  I'll sit on this side, closest to
the kitchen."

Mark raised his glass. "To the family."  They joined in the toast and Mark
made penetrating eye contact with Bob for the first time.

<><> WALKING ON THIN ICE <><>

Even though they were a spirited group, raucous at times, there was an
underlying muted tension between Mark and Bob.  It was not the type of
tension brought on by ill-will, quite the reverse.  It was rooted in their
mutual attraction, which had a hint of forbidden love about it, even though
Randy, Bob and Mark had all stoutly insisted that there was nothing wrong
with any two of them indulging their mutual lust.

Everyone around the table knew the score so there was no real anxiety, just
the uncertainty of what would come next.  The fact that the merriment
increased as the wine flowed did not actually decrease the tension.  It had
the opposite effect of spiraling upward to what seemed like an inevitable
climax.

The dinner was a resounding success, not least thanks to Will and the
mouthwatering food he served.  Mark made him stand up to receive a round of
rapturous applause that brought blushes to his freckled face.

The mood became mellow after the blueberry pie was cleared away and brandy
and coffee were poured.  It was clear by now that Bob and Mark had eyes
only for each other.  The earlier quick, embarrassed glances had been
replaced by a steady, intense eye contact.

The vibes were unmistakable and the ever watchful boys picked up on their
cue.  They exchanged a round of knowing glances and Jamie said.  "Hey guys,
Will has worked so hard with such stellar results we can't let him clear
away all on his own and schlep the equipment back to the main kitchen."

"Oh, I can manage, guys, really."

"No you can't," Kyle said through clenched teeth, his eyes wide and full of
meaning as they flicked from Will to Bob and Mark and back.  Will got the
message.  "Oh right, sure, well it would make life easier with a little
help.  And then..." he gilded the lily ... "maybe we could invite Jamie to
stick around in our place, have some more brandy and some boy talk."

They all agreed and soon the table was cleared and the noisy action moved
to the kitchen as they packed up.  Bob grinned at Mark, "Not exactly subtle
are they?  I love Will when he's plotting and thinks he's being so devious,
when all the time the truth is written all over his face.  He's an open
book – too naturally honest and open ever to deceive anyone."

"Yea, he's such a sweet kid – and boy, can he cook!  That meal was
incredible."  There was a long silence as they self-consciously sipped
brandy, then Bob said, "A really great evening, I enjoyed it a lot.  I'm
glad you suggested it Mark."

"Well," Mark grinned, "it's been a long while since you and I and have
spent any time together, just the two of us.  Let's move into the other
room and talk."

"They took their drinks and the brandy bottle into the master bedroom,
kicked off their shoes and sat barefoot in armchairs facing each
other. They filled their glasses and Mark said, "So, big guy, how's life
these days with that man of yours?  He treating you good?"

"Never better, Mark.  All that rough stuff is a thing of the past –
except in our sex games, of course," he grinned.  "Randy's been working
real hard lately so I'm glad he could get away with the guys to Mike's
place in the desert.  He needed a break and that little fantasy with Larry
was just the kind of thing he enjoys.  Next week all the construction sites
crank up again and he'll swing into high gear.  When he comes home he's all
hot and horny and raring to go."

"And you love it."

"Well, you know the big wild-eyed gypsy in that mood Mark ..."  Bob had a
sense he was approaching thin ice so he changed the subject.  "How about
you and Jamie?  About time he got his own boy, no?"

"He talks about it, but he's focused on other things right now.  You heard
at the Grady House that Grady wants Jamie to help him improve his surfing
skills for his upcoming lifeguard movie.  But what they didn't tell anyone,
`cos it's not confirmed yet, is that Grady would like him to be there
during the actual shooting of the beach scenes."

"Sounds exciting."

"Yeah, seems they often do stuff like that – you know, like a fight
coach actually takes part in the fights – so Jamie would be there to
coach Grady and actually be in the movie as one of the lifeguards – just
for the beach scene visuals though.  But he'd get paid and get a screen
credit.  He's real stoked about that, though like I said, it's not
confirmed yet."

They chatted casually like old buddies catching up, but there was another
stronger current flowing under their words that they were both avoiding
– the elephant in the room, or in their pants.  Ever since Bob had
walked in with the twins he and Mark had been nursing major boners in their
jeans.  Their sexual attraction was as strong as ever, so strong that it
made them nervous, which is why at first they had made only intermittent
eye contact.

Randy was still on both their minds.  Sure, thinking rationally, that
should not have been a problem, but it was the strength of their desires
that made them hesitate.  They had a vague feeling that giving way to those
desires would feel like a betrayal of Randy.  Still, they were enjoying
each other's company, which brought them closer together than ever.

But after a while, the underlying tension could not be ignored, though
neither of them wanted to make that leap.  The sight of Mark's polo shirt
stretched over his muscular body was driving Bob quietly crazy, and Mark
couldn't take his eyes off the way Bob's shirt fell open, providing a
tantalizing glimpse of his pecs.

Finally Bob could take the provocation no more.  He stretched and said,
"Well buddy, guess I should think about making tracks for home.  Any more
brandy and I won't even make it across the garden to my own house – fall
flat on my face."

"Yeah, er, I guess it is getting kinda late."  They both got to their feet,
smiled shyly and came together in a goodbye hug.

<><> RE-LIVING A FANTASY <><>

But that was not how the evening ended.  The hug got tighter and the warmth
of the other man's hard body finally pushed them over the edge as they
gazed into each other's eyes.

"Fuck, man," Mark groaned.  Their bodies seemed to meld together, Mark
pushed against Bob and they staggered together up against the wall and
their mouths came together in a ferocious kiss, their hands groping each
other frantically.

Mark yanked Bob's shirt open, to the sound of buttons popping and dragged
it off him.  He bent to kiss his chest and Bob reached over him to pull his
polo shirt off over his head and flung it aside.  As they kissed again Bob
pushed off from the wall and, still pressed together, they lurched back
across the room until they crashed onto the bed.

The two shirtless hunks, one blond the other dark-haired, were like wild
animals as they grappled on the bed, licking, biting, grabbing, muscle
against muscle.  They rolled over and back, a mass of churning limbs like
wrestlers straining for advantage, until Mark was on top, on his knees,
straddling Bob and pinning his arms to the bed.

Staring wildly down at him, his breath heaving, he panted, "God, man, you
are so damn beautiful, you make me fucking crazy.  I wanna eat you."

Mark scooted back and knelt astride Bob's legs.  He ripped open Bob's
jeans, pulled out his iron-hard dick, then bent down and sucked it down his
throat.  "Aaah," Bob gasped, staring down at the chiseled face pumping up
and down on his cock.  Bob grabbed Mark's tousled blond hair, pulled his
head back then forced his face down harder, dazzled by the sight of his own
cock disappearing in the cop's mouth.

Mark sucked and slurped, one minute clenching his throat round his buddy's
cock, the next opening wide and breathing hot air over it.  Suddenly he
pulled back and gasped, "Dammit, man, I'm this close to creaming my jeans.
But not like this.  I want your ass, big guy.  I wanna fuck that ass."

Hearing no objection from Bob, Mark sprang to his feet, ripped open his
jeans and pulled them and his shorts off.  He reached down and yanked Bob's
jeans down his legs, tugged them off over his feet and flung them clear
across the room.

Splayed naked on the bed Bob stared up at the blond hunk towering over him
stroking his huge cock. Bob turned his head, looked in the nearby wall
mirror and gasped at the homoerotic sight of two naked alpha males, one a
blond, blue-eyed cop stripped naked, his chest heaving as he stared down at
the rugged man with the body and squared-jawed features of Superman.

"Fuck me, buddy," Bob moaned.  "I wanna feel your dick in my ass, I want it
so bad."

Mark spat on his cock as he stroked it, then knelt between Bob's legs,
pushed one of them back and entered him.  Bob felt the long shaft sliding
slowly in his ass and coming to rest in the warm inner depths.  Their eyes
met and Mark smiled, "I'm inside you, buddy.  Do you remember that day when
you were driving in the wilds of Griffith Park, did an illegal U-turn and
got pulled over by a motor-cycle cop?"

"I was driving home from work and pleaded with you not to give me a
drunk-driving ticket."

"And I stared into the face of the young businessman, the most beautiful
man I had ever seen, and knew I couldn't do that to you.  But I desperately
wanted to see you naked.  So I made you follow me into a clearing deep in
the woods and ..."

"... and you ordered the business executive to strip naked while you rubbed
the bulge in your pants.  I should have felt embarrassed, but I wanted to
please you, you were so fucking hot. When I stood there naked you made me
masturbate and I shot a huge load right in your face.  You came in your
pants as my jizz splashed on you, then got self-conscious and jumped on
your bike and roared away."

Mark grinned, "But one thing I never told you is that when I got back to
the station house I locked myself in the john, looked in the mirror and
jerked off all over it, fantasizing about shoving my dick in your ass.  And
now here you are, on my bed, and my rod's inside you.  And I'm gonna make
love to your ass and shoot my load in it."

It started slow and gentle but as Mark stared into the deep brown eyes his
passion grew and soon he was pounding the ass of the beautiful man he had
met so long ago.  Bob writhed beneath him and both of them were brought to
the edge of orgasm several times so Mark stopped, paused, then began again
to pound Superman's ass.

But suddenly Bob growled, flexed his muscles and threw Mark off him.  In an
instant, their positions were reversed and Bob was on his knees straddling
Mark. He pinned his arms to the bed and grinned down at him.  "And here's
something I never told you, buddy ...

"When I got home that day I couldn't get you out of my mind.  But this time
when I took off my clothes you were not there, so I lay on my bed and
imagined you.  I knew you had a great body under that uniform so in my
fantasy I made the cop strip naked and there, in the woods, I fucked him in
the ass.  And now here you are, naked on your own bed and guess what?"

"You're gonna bury your dick in the cop's ass."

"Damn straight, I am.  And it's already wet from your mouth being wrapped
round it."

Mark pulled his legs back and Bob drove his cock deep inside him.  "Always
wanted to see how much a cop could take," Bob grinned and began to
jackhammer his ass. Mark winced at first but as the attack went on he
smiled defiantly.  "From you, stud, I can take anything.  Until I can't
..."

His body flexed and he flipped Bob over.  Again the action reversed, this
time with Bob on the end of the cop's rod.  From then it was no-rules
wrestling as the muscular bodies writhed together on the bed, over and
over, trading fucks, giving and receiving in a frenzy of lust, their bodies
gleaming with sweat as they kissed hard and fucked hard.

Finally, as Bob was on top, he panted, "That night on my bed this is how my
fantasy ended.  As I butt-fucked the cop he stared up at me and said ..."

"... fuck me, sir," Mark pleaded ... "cum in my ass ... please ..."

As the body bucked underneath him Bob stared down at the cop, at his
fantasy come to life, and howled as his cock erupted deep in his ass.

He was still panting hard when Mark said, "And you wanna know how my
fantasy ended that day in the stationhouse john?  I'll show you."  Mark got
off the bed and picked Bob up bodily.  He half-carried, half-dragged him to
the wall mirror and pushed him chest-first against it.

He pressed against Bob's back and looked over his shoulder at the mirror.
"I was looking at myself, then imagined it was you between me and the
mirror.  I shoved my dick in your ass, just like this, and watched you
scream as I fucked you harder and harder and yelled, `I'm gonna cum ... I'm
gonna cum ... yeaahh!'"  With one last huge thrust Mark blasted his load in
Bob's ass while Bob turned his head and kissed him hungrily until his cock
was drained dry.

They stared at each other in the mirror in disbelief, until at last Mark
pulled out of him and whooped, "Whoa!"  He pulled Bob to the bed and they
collapsed onto it laughing, wrapped in each other's arms.

"And that," Bob grinned, "is the story of the day the young businessman was
pulled over in the park by a horny motorcycle cop.  Damn that guy worked
hard to avoid getting a ticket."

"And enjoyed every minute of it," Mark laughed.

<><> SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS <><>

The whoops and hollers from the ground-floor apartment carried across the
garden to the four boys in the twins' suite above the kitchen.  Kyle
grinned, "I guess we were right to leave those guys alone eh?"

"I knew it was gonna happen." Will said, wise after the event.  "And it's a
good job I set it up for Jamie to stay over here – neat the way I
sneaked that in, don't ya think?"

"Hmm," Kevin grinned uncertainly.  "Maybe we gotta work a bit more on your
subtlety skills, dude.  Your face is too honest."

The boys had been having a good time together, mostly riveted by Jamie's
account of his plans with Grady.  "See, after I've coached him as a surfer
Grady says he'd be more comfortable if I was there with him for the actual
shooting of the beach scenes.

"You gonna be a movie star, Jamie?" asked Will, wide-eyed.

"Nah, just one of the lifeguards in beach-scene longshots – no actual
acting with lines or anything – like fight-scene coaches who actually
take part in the fight.  Grady thinks the studio will go for it and he has
an idea.  When we're at the beach practicing he'll ask Eddie to come with
us and film the action, then Grady would show it to the director to give
him an idea what it looks like.  That's if Eddie agrees."

"Duh!' Will said.  "Would Eddie like his video to be watched by a big movie
director?  You know Eddie, Jamie – you do the math."

"Anyway," Jamie said, "about tonight.  I think Bob and Mark are pretty much
set for the night and would like to be left alone. So I'm wondering if I
can crash on your couch tonight guys"

"Dude," Will said, "you're welcome to bunk in with me in my room.  I'll be
alone there – if you don't mind my dog Norman snoring in the corner."

"Great idea, kiddo," Jamie said.  "I don't think we've ever shared a bed
you and me.  You sure?"

"Sure I'm sure.  It'll be cool sharing my bed with a gorgeous California
surfer and future movie star.  `Course, I might charge for admission."

"I think I can come up with the payment, kiddo.  I'm kinda partial to
redheads."

<><> BAD DREAMS <><>

Over at Mark's place the two men were lying together post-sex. Bob on his
back, Mark propped up on his side, his finger tracing the contours of Bob's
pecs.  Bob's phone rang.  "Randy," he said, putting the phone on speaker so
everything would be aboveboard.

"Hey, buddy," Randy said.  "How was dinner?"

"Dinner was great.  Will pulled out all the stops – seafood jambalaya."

"And, er, are you still there with Mark?"

"Yeah, he's right here next to me.  We had sex, Randy, and I'm staying the
night."

"Did he fuck you?"

"We fucked each other, Randy.  Listen if you have a problem with me staying
over I won't.  I don't want to hurt your feelings."

"Nah, no worries, dude.  You have a good time.  I'm about to hit the sack
myself.  Zack and Miguel are in their room fucking their brains out and
Larry is probably fucking Mike, proving he can give it as well as take it,
after being trashed by us three out in the dungeon."

They chatted a while longer about Mike and Larry, then Bob said, "OK, sleep
well, Randy.  I love you buddy."

As the call ended Mark watched Bob's face.  "You really think he's OK with
this?"

"I really do, Mark, he sounded OK.  If the positions were reversed and it
was you sleeping with Randy, I would be OK with it.  I guess we'll find out
when he gets home."

But Bob was being overly optimistic.  When Randy turned off the phone he
lay on his bed and growled softly, "Fuck ... fuck ...."  His imagination
fixated on Bob getting ploughed by the cop, on them lying together, then
sleeping in each other's arms.  He closed his eyes and tried to empty his
mind of those thoughts.  He tossed and turned but sleep wouldn't come.

"Dammit."  He got out of bed, went into the kitchen and poured himself a
Scotch.  Pretty soon Mike came into the room and smiled at him.  "What's
the matter, boy, can't sleep?"

"Nah, too many thoughts spinning around."

Wise old Mike knew what the problem was, of course, and said, "Instead of
trying to drown your sorrows by crawling into a bottle, why not crawl into
bed with Larry and me.  Larry would like that and at least you wouldn't be
sleeping alone with your dreams."

Randy clutched at the lifebelt.  "Yeah, Mike, I would really like that.  I
could use the company."

Mike smiled.  The big tough gypsy suddenly looked like a young kid who's
having bad dreams and comes into his parents' room asking if he can get
into bed with them.  "OK, kid, come on, Uncle Mike will take care of you."

Randy followed Uncle Mike meekly into the comfort of his bed.

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TO BE CONTINUED IN "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 516


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