Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 23:10:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 528  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 528
By Rob Williams

Chapter 528 – "THE GYPSY & THE GYMNAST"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Young Will is getting therapy at Doc Steve's house, while Steve's brother,
the rugged gypsy Randy, is in the downstairs gym giving physical "therapy"
to the flawless ass of the blond gymnast Tommy.  But Will still has to make
peace with his step-dad, the tough, macho Seth.  A night in bed takes care
of that, with a stunning sex act that defies all the conventions of love
between a dad and his boy.

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

The tribe's young assistant chef, freckle-faced redhead Will, was in love
with his step-dad, the rugged, muscular construction worker Seth.  But
their relationship was complicated and sometimes confusing for Will.

This had already proved to be the case when Will went to Seth's house next
door and saw Seth making love to Will's buddy Nate.  Not that there was
anything wrong with that, as Will would be the first to agree.  Seth and
Nate were free to fuck anyone they want in the tribe.

Nevertheless, when he heard his step-dad eagerly asking Nate to spend the
night with him Will stumbled away in tears.  The problem was, he was so
confused he didn't really know why seeing Seth and Nate together made him
cry.

The tribe's leader Randy found him in tears and consoled him.  The tough
gypsy construction boss could be a fist-swinging wildman when angry, but he
was ultra-protective of the tribe's boys and felt great affection for young
Will, one of his favorites.  Randy calmed the boy down and the next day
took him to see the tribe's therapist, Doctor Steve.

Steve told him, "For you, Will, Seth is not only your dad, or rather your
step-dad.  He is, to some degree, your companion, your best friend, even
your lover and your fuck-buddy.  It's a complex relationship that will take
some time to sort out.  But the present task is to ease the sadness you are
feeling right now and I have an unorthodox suggestion."  Steve said it
might help if Will evened up the score by offering his ass to another man,
just as Nate had to Seth.

Will agreed, and chose Doc Steve himself to fuck him. It was a wild success
and banished all Will's sadness.  When it was over Steve smiled, "No tears
this time, eh Will?"

Will laughed.  "I feel like a new boy, sir.  For a minute I flashed on Seth
and Nate and I didn't feel sad at all ... `cos I was getting the same
treatment from a gorgeous doc.  We really did even the score, didn't we,
sir?"

"I believe we did, William.  Now we'll rest for a few minutes before we get
dressed and ready for lunch.  Er, I have a feeling that Tommy is still a
little tied up, so to speak, with Randy downstairs.  So, er, I was
wondering if you would mind going to the kitchen and help out with lunch."

"Mind?  I'd love to, sir.  I'll do more than help out – I'll cook the
whole thing.  The kitchen is where I rule.  You are a great doctor, sir,
and I'm a great chef.  You'll see."

"I'm sure I will, kiddo," Steve smiled, pleased to see joy once again light
up Will's freckled face.

Of course Steve had been right about what was happening down in the
basement.  It didn't take too much intuition to predict that.

When Randy had first suggested to Will that he take him to Steve's, he had
said, "It's about time I saw my brother Steve again – and that house
manager of his, the Golden Boy gymnast Tommy.  `Cos, shit, when you're
talking ass, kiddo, there ain't no ass like a gymnast's.

At the house, after Tommy had taken them to Steve's office, he asked, "Er,
sir, would now be a good time for me to go downstairs to the gym for my
regular gymnastic workout?"

"Sure thing, Tommy.  I'll be busy here for a while with Will and it'll be a
late lunch, so take all the time you need."  As the blond athlete left the
room Randy's eyes focused on his sexy ass and Steve laughed.  "Randy, you
are such a butt-man.  Whenever you come up here I think you don't notice
anything except my house-manager's ass."

"It's fucking poetry in motion, bro, that's why – gives me a raging
boner.  While you and Will are doing your therapy thing up here I thought I
might go downstairs and watch Tommy's workout.  He likes an audience, as I
recall."

"He does ... especially when his audience is you, big brother."

========= CHAPTER 528 =========

<><> AN AUDIENCE OF ONE <><>

When Randy went downstairs to the basement gym he stood at the door in the
shadows and watched Tommy going through his gymnastic routine. He was
stripped down to just tight blue spandex shorts that fit like a second skin
and showed off his flawless ass to stunning effect.

His muscles rippled as he worked the parallel bars and Randy's cock was
rock solid in his jeans.  He inhaled sharply when the blond gymnast vaulted
off the bars, leaped up and grabbed the rings attached to ropes hanging
from the ceiling.  He swung there, feet off the ground, hauling himself up
and down, muscles flexed taut almost as if stretched in bondage.

Randy salivated and moaned quietly, "Oh yeah, fucking beautiful.  I gotta
have it... that boy, that ass ... they're mine."  He stroked the bulge in
his jeans and watched in awe as Tommy hung from the rings and stretched his
legs in front of him, giving Randy a spectacular view of his ass flexing
under the tight spandex.

Randy stopped rubbing his crotch.  He was so close to losing his load, and
he had other plans for the young athlete.  He stepped out of the shadows
and Tommy looked startled.  He lowered his feet to the floor, his body
stretched even tighter as he still held onto the rings.

He stared at the rugged construction boss, still in his work boots,
grease-streaked jeans and an old sweaty T-shirt stretched over his muscled
torso.  "I didn't know you were here, sir."

"Bullshit.  All these mirrors around?  You always know when you've got an
audience.  Rule number one, kid – never bullshit a bullshitter."

"Sorry, sir."  But even when apologizing Tommy always had a glint of
arrogance in his eye.  He knew how beautiful he was, and knew how much
Randy wanted his ass.  But Randy was also very aware of how badly Tommy
wanted to feel Randy's cock in his ass, and the macho gypsy was not the
kind of man who tolerated defiance from any guy.

Randy took charge by wrapping his hand round the back of Tommy's neck and
piercing him with his laser-blue eyes, making him go weak at the knees.
Then he roughly pulled his face toward him and ground their mouths together
in a savage kiss.  He pulled back at last, leaving the gymnast gasping for
air.

But still Tommy held onto the gymnastic rings above him and Randy smiled.
"You like that position, don't you Tommy?  You know how well it shows off
that gorgeous body.  So how about we make it permanent?"

The room was littered with paraphernalia left over from sex games played
down here by Steve, his lover Lloyd, and Tommy.  Randy picked up two short
lengths of rope, tied them round Tommy's wrists and attached them to the
rings.  Tommy could still hold onto the rings and stand on the floor.  The
only difference was that he couldn't get free – like being stretched on
a rack.

"That's more like it," Randy grinned.  "Now let's take a look at you."  He
ran his rough hands over the athlete's fine features, his neck and his
chest, squeezing his nipples and making him groan with a mix of pleasure
and pain.  Then he reached round and clamped his hands over the hard twin
mounds pressing against the tight spandex shorts. "Damn, that ass is hot.
How'd you get it so fucking perfect, dude?"

"Ice skating, then gymnastics, sir."

"I guess it's been fucked a whole lot in this room, right?"

"Yes sir – mostly by Lloyd.  You know how he loves looking at beautiful
men.  Sometimes he comes down here when I'm working out and stands there
and jerks off just watching me."

"So you think you're a beautiful man eh, Tommy?"

"It's not for me to say, sir, but many men have told me I am."

"`Not for me to say' ..." Randy mimicked.  "More bullshit.  I know every
time you look in a mirror you get off on that pornographic image.  You
remember when I fucked your ass?"  Randy lowered his gaze and grinned,
"Yeah, I see you do."  He was staring at the long bulge stretching down
Tommy's inner thigh under the skintight shorts, swelling as Randy mentioned
fucking him.

"So, you wanna get butt-fucked by me now, don't you?"

"That's up to you, sir.  It's all the same to me."

"Randy's eyes flashed and he slapped the handsome face twice.  "I don't
take that kind of insolence from anyone, boy, least of all you.  OK, you
had your chance but you blew it, kid."

Randy turned and strode toward the door and Tommy winced and tugged at his
bound wrists.  "Please, sir, wait.  I don't know why I said that, sir.  I
apologize.  I do want it, sir, of course I do."

Randy turned round and pulled his T-shirt off.  He stood there
bare-chested, his sweaty shirt hanging limply from his hand.  "How bad do
you want it, boy?"

"Sir, the minute I saw you arrive with Will I was hoping you would follow
me down here and fuck me.  It's why I chose this time to work out.  Please,
sir, forgive me.  Please, I beg you, sir.  I need to feel your rod in my
ass."

"That's better, boy.  OK, let's see what you got."

<><> RANDY CALL THE SHOTS <><>

Randy approached him again and stuffed the end of his T-shirt in Tommy's
mouth, leaving the rest dangling down to his chest.  He walked behind him
and stared at the shape of his perfect ass straining against his shorts.
"Damn ... shit damn ..."  He slapped the spandex bulge hard several times
and made the stretched body sway back and forth as the athletic jock pulled
helplessly at his bound wrists.

Randy dropped to his knees, pressed his face against the bulge and felt the
solid mounds flex under the spandex.  "I gotta see that fucking ass," he
groaned.  He curled his fingers over the top of the shorts and slowly
jerked them down, watching the bare ass appear – first rising up from
the waist, then the perfect curve as the flesh arced under the bottom of
the white globes.

"Holy fuck," Randy growled.  He slapped his palms on the ass cheeks, then
pulled them apart and buried his swarthy gypsy face between them.  His
tongue flicked out and he licked the soft blond fur round the hole, damp
with the sweat from his workout.  He felt the mounds flex and impulsively
bit them, hearing Tommy groan into the gag of the wet T-shirt.

He feasted on the gymnast's ass until he had had his fill off eating it
out.  He narrowly avoided the eruption of his own cock when he pulled his
face back and yanked Tommy's shorts the rest of the way down and off.  He
jumped to his feet and walked round to face the bound jock He pressed his
open mouth over Tommy's and together they chewed on the wet T-shirt, each
of them swallowing Randy's old sweat as it oozed out of the bunched fabric.

Tommy's head was reeling with the sexual power of the man and gasped when
Randy abruptly jerked back, pulling the gag out of the boy's mouth with his
teeth.  He spat it out, then clamped their lips together in a churning
kiss, their tongues hungrily probing each other's mouths.

In a daze of lust, Tommy felt he was suffocating as the grinding kiss
continued.  He felt his cock shudder on the brink of orgasm, when Randy
suddenly pulled away and stepped back.  Tommy had a burning desire to touch
him but all he could do was gaze at the shirtless construction boss, at his
rock-hard pecs, ripped abs and that swarthy gypsy face with its stubbled
jaw, high cheekbones and long, shaggy black hair – and those hypnotic
blue eyes.

As Randy ripped open his jeans and pulled out his cock Tommy gasped,
mesmerized by the sight of the massive shaft.  Randy stared at the naked
gymnast, his stunning body stretched like a man being tortured on a rack.
"Can't take your eyes off my dick, eh boy?  Maybe I'll do like Lloyd does,
and just look at you hanging there helpless, at my mercy, while I jack
off."

"No, sir ... please ..."

"You telling me what to do, boy?" Randy asked menacingly.

"No, sir.  Sorry, sir.  But I want your rod in my ass so bad.  Please fuck
me, sir.  I'm begging you ..."  All the arrogance was gone – just the
muscle-jock's abject submission to the gypsy.

"Man, I really get off watching a proud athlete tied up naked, all the
fight gone out of him, begging to get fucked.  An arrogant jock like you
has to be broken first before he gets to feel my dick inside him."  Randy
walked up to him, pressed his cock against Tommy's thigh and grinned.  "You
feel that, boy?  You feel that cock?"  Tommy winced as Randy squeezed his
tits hard.  "Thank you, sir," he moaned.

Randy pulled away, spat on his cock and stroked it.  "OK, boy – I can
tell how bad you need it.  So I'll give you what you want.  Just watch in
those mirrors."

With the multiple reflections in the mirrored walls Tommy watched Randy
walk behind him, slap his ass a couple of times, then push his cock between
the cheeks.  "Aaagh!!"  The naked body jerked and flexed as the bound jock
felt the shaft plunge inside him, then pull back and drive in again.
Within seconds the thick rod was driving in and out of his ass like a
piston.

The first burst of pain faded quickly when Tommy looked in the mirror at
his own body, stretched naked, being savaged by the swarthy gypsy – his
stubbled jaw clenched, his black hair flying wild as he jackhammered his
ass.  Randy grabbed the gymnast's hips tight so he could hold him still and
drive in ever deeper.  "What do you say, boy?"

"Thank you, sir.  I love it ... it feels so hot.  Nobody fucks like you,
sir.  Aaahh!"

Tommy's ass felt as good as it looked, and Randy had to pause to prevent
his own orgasm.  Then he started up again, his body slamming against the
solid mounds of the jock's ass each time he drove in deep.  He folded his
arms round Tommy's waist as the ferocious pounding continued relentlessly

Randy toyed with the ass, alternately savaging it, then massaging it slowly
until the onslaught began again.  The animal passion mounted between the
two men and would have resulted in two massive orgasms.  Except that they
were interrupted by Steve.

<><> A TWO-BROTHER SPIT ROAST <><>

Steve said, "Oh, sorry guys.  I heard the screams and assumed you were
done.  "You OK, Tommy?"  The doc saw the look of ecstasy on the handsome
face and smiled, "No need to answer that, Tommy.  "Sorry for the
interruption, Randy.  Carry on."

He turned to leave but Randy shouted, "Hey bro, don't you want a piece of
the action here?"

Steve turned round and watched the gypsy pile-driving the gymnast's ass,
his naked body bound and stretched.  Coming straight from the pool Steve
was wearing just board-shorts, and his cock stiffened in them.  Without
waiting for Steve's answer Randy took charge, as always

He pulled his cock out abruptly, reached up and untied Tommy's wrists.  His
arms fell by his side and Randy ordered, "Get on that bench, boy.  Hands
and knees."

Tommy obeyed at once, eager to feel that cock inside him again, and knelt
on all fours on the exercise bench, staring at himself in the mirror.
Randy grinned, "Get a good look at that, Steve, and tell me you're not
turned on.  That gorgeous muscle-jock is begging to get spit-roasted by two
hot brothers."

"Randy, I just got through fucking young Will and ..."

"And nothing, bro. If this don't get you hard nothing will.  I can see that
bulge in your shorts so drop `em, and you take the face while I get the
ass."

Randy was not a man to be refused, especially when he was at the peak of
his lust.  He was as ruggedly seductive to his brother as he was to the
crouching athlete waiting to get reamed again.  Besides, Steve was
supercharged by the homoerotic sight of the naked gymnast on all fours on
the bench.  So he dropped his shorts and walked round in front of Tommy's
face while Randy stood behind his ass.

Tommy almost shot his load looking in the mirror at the look-alike
brothers, the gypsy and the doc, two alpha males ready for action.  Randy
reached across Tommy's muscular back, grabbed his blond hair and pulled his
head back so he was staring straight at Steve's cock, almost as long and
thick as Randy's.  Randy grinned, "Here he is, bro.  Let's do it."

Tommy braced himself for the double attack, but he was still shocked when
he felt Randy's cock drive in his ass again while his brother's cock pushed
into his mouth, almost choking him.  His body bucked but he was powerless
to do anything but endure the double onslaught on his butt and face by the
powerful brothers.

He caught glimpses of himself in the mirrored walls and he was even more
aroused by the image of the athletic blond jock, trapped naked on a workout
bench, getting spit-roasted by two macho musclehunk brothers – like the
climax of a porn movie.

The brothers grinned at each other across the gymnast's back and challenged
each other to fuck harder and faster.  Driven to the edge of orgasm, Tommy
screamed into the gag of Steve's cock, his body shuddered and his cock
poured semen on the bench beneath him.

But the pounding didn't stop.  Even after his cock had drained the
exhausted jock had to endure the double assault for a minute more before he
heard, "You ready bro?  Let's finish him off."  They smiled triumphantly at
each other, felt their cocks swell inside their captive, and howled as
their juice blasted in his mouth and ass.

Tommy got one last glimpse of the beaten jock as semen flooded his ass and
he frantically swallowed the cum spurting down his throat.  His vision
blurred and he thought he would pass out.  But Steve pulled out of his
mouth, knelt on the floor, held Tommy's face in his hands and kissed him
gently.  After sucking his own cum from Tommy's mouth he asked, "You OK,
Tommy?  Did my brother hurt you?"

His breath heaving, Tommy was beyond words but his shining eyes spoke for
him.  He felt Randy's long shaft pulling slowly out of him, then Steve
slowly, gently, helped him to his feet.  Unsteadily he watched the brothers
kiss each other.

Randy said, "You, bro, are a lucky son-of-a-bitch having this beautiful
fucking jock in your house all day.  And you, Tommy, are one hell of a
great fuck.  That ass of yours could make grown men weep.  I'll be seeing
more of you."

"Any time you like, sir."  Steve was amused to see that the glint of
arrogance had returned to Tommy's smile.

<><> WILL'S DILEMMA <><>

After a quick shower Tommy made his way to the kitchen.  He was smartly
dressed now in his house uniform of smart gray T-shirt and tight black
pants, designed for maximum effect by Steve's lover Lloyd.  No one would
have guessed that he had recently been stretched naked and butt-fucked by
Randy, then spit-roasted by the two brothers.  No one would have guessed
except Will, who looked up and grinned impishly as Tommy came in.

Will was wearing one of the house's navy blue aprons and a chef's hat and
Tommy quickly grabbed an apron too.  "Will," he said, "I am so sorry to
have left you alone in the kitchen cooking lunch. Unforgivable way to treat
a guest."

"No worries, dude.  I love cooking – it's what I do.  And I understand
if you were ... if you were, er, unable to get away and join me.  I know
how demanding Randy can be."

Tommy grinned broadly.  "Dude, he came down to the gym and watched me doing
my gymnastics ..."

"As you intended," Will chuckled, "and as Randy planned all along.  He's an
incredible fuck eh?"

"Will, there's nobody like him.  He could leave me chained to the wall all
day like his fuck-slave and have me begging for more.  He had me tied up
naked downstairs."

"Yeah, that's the best.  He can be a savage one minute, then soft and
tender the next.  My dad Seth is a bit like that."

"Yeah," Tommy agreed.  "When he used to live up here in Steve's guesthouse
he fucked me several times.  He's real wild – totally hot. You must see
a lot of him now he lives next door to you in Adam and Nate's old house."

"Yeah, I ... er ... drop in a lot."

Will's freckled face blushed and Tommy realized he had touched on a
delicate subject.  "Actually," he said cheerfully, trying to steer clear of
the thin ice, "Lloyd told me that Seth is coming up here soon to go over
some blueprints for an apartment building project.  When Lloyd's working on
a preliminary design he always consults the guy who's gonna be managing the
project – Seth in this case.  Randy will probably join them too."

Will dropped a spoon on the floor and stooped clumsily to pick it up.
Tommy cursed himself as he seemed to have walked even further out onto the
ice.  Will said, "Er, Tommy, I gotta go out and have a quick word with Doc
Steve.  I won't be long.  In the meantime could you stir this soup gently
in the pan and turn it off when it first starts to bubble?"

"Sure, chef, you're the boss," Tommy smiled.

Steve and Randy were relaxing in chaises by the pool, both in swimming
trunks, when Will came out of the house.  The doc could tell right away
that something was troubling the boy, who pulled off his chef's hat and
squeezed it nervously.  "Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt but is it possible to
have a word with you about ... well, about what we were talking about in
your office?"

"Of course you can, Will.  Er, Randy, could you ...?"

" ... leave you two alone?  Sure – looks like more therapy coming up."

"No ... no, doc.  Please let Randy stay, sir.  He knows the whole story
anyway.  Randy was the first person I went to for help so I'd like him to
be here."

"Sure, Will, it's entirely your call.  Here, come and sit down."

Will sat nervously on the edge of a chair facing them and Steve smiled at
him encouragingly.  "Sir, me and Tommy were talking in the kitchen and he
said my dad Seth would be coming up here soon to see Lloyd."

"Yeah, Lloyd did mention something about that, I think."

Randy added, "It's probably about the new residential project coming up.
We just landed the contract so it's in the early stages, but Lloyd has
already drawn up preliminary plans as always to see what we think.  We
usually brainstorm it with him a lot until we've got good blueprints to
show to the client for their approval.  Seth's the project manager on that
but I'll join them too."

There was an uncertain pause and Will was starting to feel a bit foolish as
the guys treated it so casually, like it was all in a day's work.  "I ... I
guess that's OK then," he stammered.  "I ... maybe I shouldn't have come to
see you, sir."

"Now come on, Will, this is me, your shrink and your friend.  Hey, an hour
or so ago I had my dick up your butt," Steve chuckled, "so after that you
should be able to tell me anything."

Will frowned.  "Well, it's nothing really, except I haven't actually spoken
to my dad since ... well since ... you know.  I saw him in the crowd at
dinner yesterday but we didn't talk and he left pretty quick with Nate to
spend the night with him.  And he wasn't at breakfast this morning `cos he
went to work early.  I was plucking up courage to ..."

"Hey, hey, hold it right there kiddo.  Plucking up courage?  You need
courage to talk to the dad who loves you?"

"Well, sir, I know Randy said nobody did anything wrong, and you and me had
a whole shrink session, and we evened the score by you fucking me, sir.  I
mean, I felt a lot better after that.  But ... I know I'm just being silly,
but ... I won't know what to say to Seth.  I'll blush just looking at him.
I mean what if ...?"

"Will, we don't deal in `what ifs' here, kiddo.  But I know exactly what
you mean, and you're not being silly.  You have a legitimate concern.
Plus, I still hear a trace of unhappiness in your voice in spite of our
therapy session and, well, and my making love to you."

"So what can I do, sir?  How do I handle it?"

"Hmm ... my advice is that you don't try – to handle it, I mean.  In my
experience these uneasy situations have a way of taking care of themselves.
Don't force anything.  Relax and take it one step at a time.  Apart from
anything else, Will, Seth is your father, you're his son, and it's really
up to him to make the running.

"So here's what you do.  You go back to the kitchen and do what you do best
... cook.  Tommy has probably messed up by now if I know anything about his
kitchen skills.  And don't forget, Randy and I are here to plug any awkward
gaps in the conversation.  Randy has the gift of the gab and if he puts his
big foot in his mouth as he usually does, I'll jump in and save him."

"Hey, watch your lip, bro, or it won't be my foot in my mouth but my fist
in yours."

That made Will laugh and his tension eased.  Suddenly they heard "Hey, Will
..." coming from the kitchen.  "Oh, sounds like Tommy needs me.  Thank you,
sir.  You always make me feel better."  He planted his chef's hat back on
his head and scampered off to the kitchen."

Randy smiled, "God, I really love that kid, Steve.  Thanks for helping him
the way you did."

"All in a day's work, bro.  And before you beat me up, I take back that
hoof-in-mouth crack."

"Good.  Wouldn't wanna mess up that pretty face of yours."  They laughed
and turned their faces to the sun.

<><> SETH & WILL <><>

Will skillfully handled a couple of minor crises in the kitchen and freed
Tommy up to set the lunch table under the awning on the deck near the pool.
Lloyd had joined Steve and Randy, and Tommy asked, "There are five of us,
Lloyd, but should I set another place in case Seth gets here on time?"

"Yeah, thanks Tommy.  He should be here soon `cos he called to say he was
just now leaving the construction site."

Lloyd was right.  The three men were still lounging by the pool, all in
swim-trunks and Tommy was tidying up, when his phone rang.  "Ah, that must
be Seth now.  Hi, Seth, I'll buzz you in. We're out by the pool." He
pressed a button and they soon heard Seth's truck pull up at the front
door.  A few seconds later he came round the side of the house, wearing his
grungy work clothes as he had come straight from the construction site.

He walked toward them with a big smile and a bounce in his step – he was
clearly in a good mood.  "Hey, Lloyd, have I come at a good time?  Bad
time?"

"Perfect timing, buddy.  We were about to sit down for lunch.  We'll eat
first and then I'll take you to my office to look over the early draft of
the blueprints.  They're still pretty rough and I've left lots of options
open for changes."

Seth smiled down at Randy and Steve.  "Hey, Steve, thanks for letting me
join you for lunch. And you too, big guy.  I hope you're gonna help us with
the charts later.  You know I'm no great shakes at reading blueprints, so
I'll need to tap into your infinite wisdom."

Randy chuckled.  "Don't count on too much wisdom from me, dude.  Lloyd's
the one for all those fancy lines and figures.  I'm just a master at
pulling old walls down and putting up new ones."

Just then Will came out of the house, wearing his apron and chef's hat and
carrying a tray of appetizers.  He was unaware that Seth had arrived, and
when he saw him he nearly dropped the tray.  He blushed deeply, as he had
predicted to Steve."

Seth's face lit up.  "Hey, kiddo.  Nobody told me you were here."  He took
the tray from Will, set it down, then flung his arms round him, lifted him
up bodily and swung him around.  Will's hat flew off and when his feet
finally touched the floor Seth said, "Are you ever a sight for these tired
old eyes, son.  What you doing here – cooking for these guys?  Now I'm
definitely staying for lunch – wouldn't pass up a taste of your
cooking."

Steve and Randy exchanged quick smiles.  Following Steve's earlier advice
they just watched and let the conversation between father and son follow
its own course.

"Long time no see, kiddo, at least it seems like a long time – you
haven't dropped by my house in days.  I kinda thought you might come by
last evening, but ..."

Will found his voice and stammered, "I, er, I did actually, sir.  I brought
your special dessert, but you were, er, busy."

Seth laughed, "Ah, I get it ... you must have come across me and Nate
fucking."

Steve tensed.  This could go either way.

"Come to think of it, I thought I heard a door close while I was doing my
thing with Nate.  Why did you buzz off, kid?  You should have stayed
... would have been a whole lot of fun.  Your buddy Nate is a great fuck
– hell, you should know, you've probably fucked him a whole lot.  We
could have spent the whole night together, the three of us."

Will's mouth opened and closed but no words came out as his mind raced.  He
was stunned by his dad's casual attitude, like it was no big deal.  But
that was true.  It was no big deal as Randy and Steve had tried to convince
him so often.  It wasn't an either/or situation – either Nate or Will.
Seth just wanted to have fun and wanted Will to be a big part of it –
like a boy and his dad in a casual three-way.

"Well, never mind," Seth said, "we missed out this time.  But hey, kiddo,
how about we make up for lost time tonight, if those twins can let you go
for a night?  If not I'll have a word with my buddy Randy here, and he'll
persuade them.  He has a lot of pull with Bob and his twins, right Randy?"

"Putty in my hands, dude," Randy grinned.

"See, Will?  So it's all systems go for an all-nighter, if you're up for
that.  And hey, maybe you can smuggle out another of those desserts that I
missed out on last night.  Could you do that?"

"Yes, sir, definitely, sir. I can do that.  I'll make the best one ever
– extra rum and all."

Seth turned his attention to the other men.  "Hey, sorry, guys.  Me and my
boy are kinda hogging the stage here.  This ain't the Will and Seth show."

"You'd be surprised, Seth," Steve smiled warmly.  "But Will, lunch isn't
burning or anything?"

"Oh, right, sir, I gotta go.  Lunch in ten minutes, sir.  He turned and
started to dash away, then ran back, picked up his chef's hat and jammed it
back on his head.  He looked at Seth and impulsively flung his arms round
him.  Seth looked down at the shining freckled face, pulled off his glasses
and kissed him, then replaced the glasses.

Breathlessly Will said, "I gotta go."  He looked down at Steve and Randy.
"Thank you, sirs.  I gotta go.  Lunch in ten minutes.  Oh, I already said
that."  He turned and scampered away.

Steve turned to Randy and was surprised to see the big gypsy's eyes
brimming with tears.

<><> WILL TAKES A BOW <><>

"Don't you just love my boy?" Seth said to the guys, a goofy smile on his
rugged face.  "'Course, I know he's the twins' boy, but he's my son and I'm
crazy about him.  You think he loves me?"

Steve laughed.  "Seth, if that freckled-faced smile had burned any brighter
it would have set the hillside on fire.  He's nuts about you, dude.  Now
sit down, grab a drink and have some of these appetizers your boy made."

Seth frowned.  "Er, I can't sit down for lunch in these stinking work
clothes."

"Why not," Randy grinned. "I would."

"True," Steve said, "but that's `cos you have no couth whatsoever, Randy.
Seth why don't you get naked, dive in the pool to wash off, and Tommy will
take you inside and show you the spare swim-trunks we have, eh Tommy?"

"It would be my pleasure," Tommy said in a seductive voice, glancing at
Randy who saw that arrogant gleam again.  As Tommy walked away Randy
growled to Steve, "Damn that guy is always throwing out a challenge –
and you know I always rise to a challenge.  I gotta have another go at
him."

"You'll have to get in line, Randy," Lloyd laughed.  "Or maybe we could
make it a group effort.  There are four of us guys."

"Now, now, children," Steve chided, "it's time for lunch and then work.  No
time for sex.  Haven't you had your fill, Randy?"

"Brother dear, there's always time for sex.  And no, I never get my fill."

Will and Tommy soon wheeled out the cart and unloaded plates of food.  When
everything was in place Tommy called for silence.  "Gentlemen, this fine
lunch is the work of one person.  I had very little to do with it as I was,
er, otherwise occupied downstairs in the gym."

"A little tied up, eh Tommy?" Lloyd laughed.

"You could say that, sir.  Anyway, I just want to make clear that Will is
entirely responsible for the meal and I stand back to let him take a solo
bow."

Will blushed and, in the tribe's time-honored tradition, whipped off his
chef's hat, held it high in the air, then swooped it down in a low,
dramatic bow, to loud cheers from the men.  When he straightened up he saw
Seth curl finger and thumb in his mouth and give a piercing whistle.

Will sat opposite him and when the ruckus calmed down the meal
started. There was a sense in the air that a burden had been lifted.  Will
smiled at Steve sitting next to him and said quietly, "Thank, you sir, you
were right."

"Yeah, sometimes I get it right, Will, sometimes not.  I'm happy it seems
to be coming out well for you, kiddo, but I still want to see you and Seth
together here for a consultation or two as there's still a lot of stuff to
work out.  But first, you have a great time this evening. Should be a whole
lot of fun.

After lunch Steve smiled with satisfaction as he saw Randy on the phone to
Bob, and Will phoning the twins, all relating the latest happy turn of
events.  Seth had his meeting with Lloyd and Randy, Doc Steve had an
appointment in his office with a patient, and Tommy helped Will clean up
the kitchen.

"Hey, Will," Tommy said, "that guy of yours is so damn sexy.  I would love
to demonstrate my gymnastic routine to him one day, but I thought I should
get your approval first."

"No need for that, Tommy.  My dad is free to fuck who he wants, I think
we've cleared up that little matter for good.  And I'm sure you'll get the
same treatment from Seth as you got from Randy.  Just not tonight though,"
Will grinned excitedly.  "Tonight, Seth is reserved for me."

<><> GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT <><>

That evening at home, as Will and the twins worked in the kitchen preparing
dinner, Kyle and Kevin smiled at each other while Will talked excitedly
non-stop.  Up to now he had not shared his troubles with anyone except
Randy, and then, of course, with Steve in his therapy session.  But now he
was only too eager to share his happiness with the twins he loved, and the
whole story spilled out.

"So is it OK if I make some of my chocolate soufflé to take to him after
dinner, sirs?"

"Of course it is, Will, and we've got plenty of rum," Kevin said, with a
sly wink at his brother. Kyle said, "But there's one thing we've mentioned
before, Will.  We both wish you could stop calling us `sir'.  You call Bob
sir, and Randy of course, but we feel like we three are a team, and you
saying `sir' just doesn't sound right anymore."

"OK, sir ... er, dude.  I'll try to remember.  But I'll still be your boy,
won't I?"

"Will," Kevin smiled, "that will never change.  You will always be our boy,
you're stuck with us forever, kiddo."

Just then Bob looked into the kitchen as he usually did before dinner.  He
had learned better than to ask if everything was under control, as it
always was, and his comment met with eye-rolls from the twins.  Now his
attention was focused on Will.  "William, Randy told me everything that's
been happening with you, I hope you don't mind."

"Mind, sir?  I don't care if he shouts it from the rooftop."

"Well, congratulations on the way everything turned out, William.  I'm sure
the twins will let you skip the kitchen clean-up tonight so you can keep
your date with your dad."  The twins heard that as a subtle request from
Bob, but it was something they had intended to do anyway.

At dinner Will was seated at the other end of the table from Seth, but he
frequently smiled at him shyly, and each time Seth had been staring at him.
When at last the meal was over he came up to Will and asked, "We still on
for tonight, kiddo?"

"Of course, sir.  I've just gotta put the soufflé in the oven, twenty
minutes tops, `cos I gotta serve it warm.  Then I'll bring it right over."

He worked feverishly in the kitchen as the twins watched with amusement.
He ended up with two generous bowls of soufflé that he put on a tray
with two spoons.  Too excited to take off his apron and hat, he looked in
the mirror.  "Do I look OK, sirs?"

"Good enough to eat, Will," Kyle said.  "Which he'll probably do right
after the soufflé," Kevin added.  "He's gonna love you kiddo.  He
already does."  Will hugged the twins, picked up the tray and hurried out
of the kitchen and across the lawn to the gate of Seth's house, just as he
had done last night.  Except tonight, he hoped, his trip would have a
happier ending.

<><> SETH'S GUILT TRIP <><>

"Here you are, kiddo, and bearing gifts, I see."  Seth greeted his boy with
a gleaming smile and Will noticed right away that his step-dad had dressed
for the occasion – wearing a crisp white T-shirt and dark blue boxers.
His hair was still a tousled mess and he could never quite escape the
wildman look, but he had obviously cleaned himself up for Will, who thought
his dad had never looked sexier.

Proudly Will offered the still-warm chocolate soufflé, the same dessert
he had brought yesterday and taken away in tears when he saw Seth fucking
Nate.  "Damn, that looks good," Seth salivated.  "Can I eat it now?"

"You must, sir.  Soufflé should be eaten as soon as it comes out of the
oven."

"I hope the other one's for you, kid, so we can have our own private party
here.  Come and sit on the bed with me."  Will took off his apron and
chef's hat and threw them on the bed.  They sat side by side, propped up on
pillows, and dug into the dessert, with moans of pleasure from Seth.  "Damn
this is good, dude.  I can taste the rum."  He grinned conspiratorially.
"Makes us feel like two bad kids having a secret midnight feast, eh?"

"Kind of, sir.  It's my specialty, I knew you'd like it.  That's why last
night I ..."  He trailed off, realizing that was a subject best left alone.
But Seth picked it up anyway.

"Will, there's one thing I don't understand and I gotta ask you.  When you
came here last night, why did you turn and run away like that?"  Will
hesitated but Seth persisted.  "Come on, kid, there shouldn't be any
secrets between us – I'm your dad. I gotta know what you were thinking."

"Trouble is, sir, I didn't know what I was thinking ... still don't really.
But you're right, sir.  I should tell you the whole story.  I was looking
forward to surprising you with this dessert, but it was me got the surprise
when I saw you fucking Nate.  It was more than a surprise, I was shocked.
I don't know why, but it made me cry and I ran away and bumped into Randy,
who was real kind to me.

"We talked and agreed that no one had done anything wrong – not you or
Nate or anyone else.  There's nothing against you and Nate fucking but
... I dunno, I just ...  Well, I was confused, so Randy said that the next
day he would take me up to Doc Steve's for a shrink session.  That's why
you found me and Randy at the house when you came up to see Lloyd today.

"I thought you were there to cook lunch for the guys."

"Well, that too.  I offered to do that `cos Steve was so helpful in our
session.  We talked a lot and then Steve made me feel a whole lot better
when he fucked me – same as you fucked Nate."

Seth tensed and clenched his fists.  "He fucked you?  The doc shoved his
dick in your ass?"

"You see, sir?  That makes you angry, the same way I felt at the thought of
you fucking Nate.  And I bet, just like me, you can't explain why you
should be angry."

"Hell, kid, you're my boy and I ... I mean we ..."  His voice trailed off

"See what I mean, sir?  There's nothing wrong with Steve fucking me.  He
thought it would be good for me and it was.  And I wanted it.  Were we
wrong, sir?"

"No, I guess not.  I mean, of course not, Will.  Stupid of me to react like
that.  Damn, it's complicated."

"That's what Doc Steve said.  He said our love for each other, you and me,
it's real complex `cos you're not only my dad, you're my companion, my best
friend, even my lover and fuck-buddy.  He said he wants to have a shrink
session with both of us to talk it through and make sense of it.  If you
would agree to that, sir."

"I think that's a great idea, Will.  Steve's a real good guy.  But still
..."  The dessert was finished, Seth pushed the tray away and paused to
collect his thoughts.

"See, kiddo, it's not quite true to say I did nothing wrong.  Oh, I don't
mean in fucking with Nate.  I mean ... I should have thought of you.  Like
I told you at Steve's, I kind of expected you to come here last evening,
but then when Nate dropped by to talk about his decorating business, I got
kinda sidetracked and forgot all about you.

"The hell of it is, Will, I made you cry."

"But not intentionally, sir.  You were not to know that ..."

"Hey kid, let me feel guilty, will ya, `cos I do.  Dammit, Will, the boy I
love and swore to protect, I made him cry!  I neglected your feelings.  A
dad is supposed to always put his boy first, and I didn't do that.  Even up
at Steve's I raved on about what a great fuck Nate was and never once
stopped to think it might have upset you.

"No, Will, I am guilty of neglecting you, and I gotta do something to make
up for the guilt.  I gotta make amends."

"But sir, I thought we were gonna make love and, like, fuck and
everything."

"And so we are, kid.  But not the way you think."

Seth jumped up off the bed and stared down at his bewildered son.  Then
Will saw a roguish smile spread over his dad's face as he pulled off his
T-shirt and flung it aside.  Will gazed up in awe at the brawny
construction worker, looking sexy as hell in just his blue boxers.  He
could see the shape of his long, thick cock under them, hanging halfway
down his thigh.  Will's own cock stiffened at the thought of his dad's huge
rod sliding in his ass.

Seth reached down, pulled Will up on his feet and wrapped his muscular arms
round him in a tight hug.  "I love you kiddo," he smiled.  He took off
Will's glasses, laid them on the bedside table, then kissed him tenderly,
and Will felt his dad's bulging cock press against him.  .

Seth took a step back, smiled into Will's freckled face, and dropped his
shorts.  The long shaft sprang free and Will thought, here it comes.  He
braced for Seth to pick him up bodily and throw him down on the bed as he
had so often before.

But that's not what happened.

<><> DAD & HIS BOY GO CRAZY <><>

Instead, Seth threw himself on the bed and lay on his back butt naked,
smiling up at Will.  "Get out of those clothes, kiddo."  Quickly Will
kicked off his sneakers, pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts.  The
sight of the muscular construction worker lying naked on the bed made
Will's cock rise up like a flagpole.

He was about to turn round and display his butt to Seth, as he knew he
liked that. But Seth said, "No, Will, not this time.  See, this is partly
my penance and partly something I've wanted for a long time.  I wanna get
butt-fucked by my boy."

Will's cock instantly softened and hung down between his legs.  Seth
chuckled, "Yeah, I know, a shock like that can make a boy lose his hard-on.
I thought the sight of your dad lying here naked, offering his ass to you,
would turn you on.  But I guess I was wrong."

"No sir, no sir.  It does turn me on, you do.  You're incredibly sexy, sir,
it's just that ..."

"There's lube on that table there, Will.  Come on ... you can do it."

Will dipped his fingers in the jar and lubed his cock.  As he stroked it
and stared down at the swarthy hunk he slowly got used to the idea.

He had been topped by his dad so often that the reverse image now became an
exciting fantasy.  And it would be kind of a perfect way to make peace with
his dad.  Nate had been fucked by Seth but he would never have dreamed of
topping the macho wildman.  But Will was different – he was Seth's son,
and that's what Seth wanted now.

Seth hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled them back.  "Not often I
offer my ass to another guy, but it's yours now, kiddo.  My way of saying
I'm sorry, and that I love you, Will."

Will's cock was hard again already and he found himself craving his dad's
ass.  He knelt on the bed and Seth pulled his legs back farther to give the
young redhead a clear shot at his ass.  The freckled face broke into a
smile as he pressed the head of his cock against his dad's butt, and pushed
it in.  It slid in easily, inch after inch, all the way down to the warm
depths of his ass.

"Aaahh ..."  Father and son sighed, staring into each other's eyes as they
felt the ecstasy of an intimacy stronger than they had ever felt before.
Seth clenched his ass muscles round his boy's cock and Will pulled back and
drove in again with building confidence.  He smiled down at the rugged
face, with its darkly stubbled jaw, strong cheekbones, heavy eyebrows and
shaggy hair.

"Feels good, eh kiddo?" Seth grinned.  "Come on, boy, show your old dad
what you're made of."

That pushed Will over the line between bottom and top and he let Seth have
it.  He reached forward, braced his hands on Seth's chest and dug his
fingers into his pecs, as his cock became a piston driving into his ass.
He was driven by the fantasy of a freckle-faced boy pounding the ass of his
own dad, a macho construction boss who was used to dishing it out but
almost never taking it up the ass.

Seth reached up and squeezed Will's nipples in his fingertips.  Will did
likewise and dug his fingernails into Seth's tits making him howl and tears
come to his eyes. Seth loved the fantasy of being jackhammered and
tit-tortured by this redheaded boy, transformed from a mild-mannered young
chef into an avenging top-man.

Will could hardly believe his eyes when the musclehunk winced and pleaded,
"My tits are on fire, man.  I can't take any more ... please, I'm begging
you."  Will pulled his hands off his chest, leaned down and kissed his dad
hungrily while keeping up the relentless pounding of his ass.

"When at last he pulled back he said, "I love you so much, sir.  My cock
feels so hot in your ass."  Suddenly he reared back, knelt up straight, and
grabbed Seth's ankles.  Pushing his legs up high he fucked harder and
faster.  Gazing up at his boy in awe Seth was now beating his own meat,
bringing himself to the edge of his climax again and again but backing off
each time.

But at last he said, "Will, you're making me so fucking hot.  I wanna cum.
Pull out for a minute."

When Will pulled back Seth scrambled up on hands and knees on the bed,
facing the wall-mirror.  Will grinned, knelt behind him, grabbed his hips
and pulled his ass back on his cock.  Seth groaned, "Fuck, yeah, that looks
so fucking hot, man.  Ride that ass, dude."

Will raised one arm high like a cowboy riding a bronco, whooping and
hollering as he ramrodded his dad's ass.  Impulsively he picked up his
chef's hat and jammed it on his head, making them both laugh.  "That looks
real cute, Will.  I love you so much kiddo."

With one hand braced on the bed, Seth pumped his cock beneath him with the
other hand.  He looked in the mirror at the crazy image of his own boy
riding his ass, naked except for his chef's hat, whooping in triumph and
punching his fist in the air. "That's it, boy, fuck your dad's ass."

Laughing with sheer joy Will pulled off his hat and waved it high in the
air.  "I'm gonna cum, sir.  I'm gonna cum in my dad's ass ... here it is
... yeaah...!  As his boy's juice poured inside him Seth pumped his own
load beneath him, stream after stream, until they both collapsed in a heap,
rolling over and over on the bed laughing, kissing and loving, father and
son reunited more closely than ever before.

When at last their laughter subsided, Seth panted, "Now that, as your pal
Eddie would say, was one for the archives, kiddo.  Hey, do you think your
chocolate thingy has magical sexual power – maybe it's the rum."

"Whatever it is, sir, there's more where that came from."

"Hmm, we might need it.  See, the problem is that now you've butt-fucked
your dad, he's gotta take revenge on your ass – more than once most
likely."

"No problem there, sir.  We've got all night."

<><> MEANWHILE...  <><>

So Will's problems, which had flared up so suddenly, had been resolved in
just twenty-four hours, with the help of a rugged but sympathetic gypsy,
and a handsome, horny doctor.  But mostly, as Bob would have said, it was
love that triumphed – the unbreakable love between father and son.

But in this hyperactive tribe there was never just one story playing out at
a time.  While Will had been up at Steve's house with Randy, the other
leader of the tribe Bob had a visit from the new office manager Brandon.

He announced breathlessly, "Sir, sir.  I think I've found the two guys I
want to hire as office assistants.  But there something I'm not sure about,
kind of a mystery – and I need your advice."

Bob smiled.  "Fire way, kiddo."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 529


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