Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2021 03:18:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 538  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 538 by Rob Williams

Chapter 538 – "LOVE, LUST & DRAMA IN THE DUNES"

IN THIS CHAPTER

The two lovers – blond Doctor Chad, and the handsome Aussie Adam –
both lust after the rugged soldier Hassan. But Chad has always insisted on
monogamy. So the three men gather on a remote beach to work through the
issues. They invite their boys to join them and the loving, lively family
group finds a solution. But not before one of the men gets spit-roasted,
and another becomes a lifesaving hero.

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

Handsome Doctor Chad and the rugged Aussie Adam were in an idyllic,
passionate and monogamous relationship.  Idyllic, that is, until they were
both unfaithful to each other.

Chad had intensely erotic sex with the rugged Arab Marine Hassan, whom Chad
was treating with massage therapy for back pain.  Meanwhile, Adam, on a
business trip to Sydney, revived an affair with an ex-lover from years ago.

So their relationship was threatened and they had a lot of work to do
sorting through the wreckage. Their salvation was the everlasting strength
of their love for each other. Despite all the tension and hurt feelings,
they made love and it was clear their union would survive.

But Adam knew that asking Chad to simply bury his feelings for Hassan would
not work.  The Aussie had felt plenty of lust in his travels, and knew the
lasting impact it could have on a man.  No, the factor at the root of all
this was his relationship with Chad.  It was solid, he was sure of that
– the power of their love-making had proved it.  But they were wrong to
build a wall round it – a wall of monogamy that was clearly not
impenetrable, as they had just discovered.

They had to come up with a more lasting solution.  So, at the suggestion of
the tribe's co-leader Bob, Adam and Chad drove up the coast to a shack on
the remote, deserted beach in the Guadalupe Dunes, an ideal retreat for
them to reaffirm their love and work through their issues.

But one cloud still hung over them – the thought of what Hassan must be
going through.  Randy, the other leader of the tribe, summed that up
best. "I know that tough Marine, we speak the same language.  He knows he
lost control and did something real bad, and if I were in his place –
hell, I have been in that place – the only way I could get over my guilt
is to be punished.  Hassan will be expecting it.  With him it's some kind
of military honor code."

There too, Bob planted the seed of a solution.  He knew that Hassan was
going up to the military base not far from the dunes, for military
maneuvers.  He also knew that Hassan routinely stopped off at the dunes to
unwind and relax afterwards.

The action played out as Bob had anticipated.  Chad and Adam came back from
a jog up the beach and saw Hassan who had tied himself to an old door frame
in the sand next to the shack, craving the punishment he needed to rid
himself of his guilt.  The punishment was reluctantly administered by Adam
who whipped the bound, bare-chested soldier.

Chad's penance was being forced to tearfully watch the solder's
humiliation.  Adam could not bear seeing Chad's misery and called for him
to join them.  And in that move was born the beginnings of a solution to
their problems.  While Adam butt-fucked the bound soldier, Chad kissed
Hassan, then knelt and sucked his cock.  Driven wild by being worked over
by both men, Hassan came in Chad's mouth while Adam's cock erupted in his
ass.

But Adam knew there was one more act to play out, and pulled Chad up on his
feet.  "OK, buddy, you've sucked the captain's cock – several times, and
let him fuck your ass.  But there's one thing you ain't done yet.  I
already lubed the soldier's ass with my jizz, and you're gonna love it.  So
go for it, bro."

Chad didn't need prompting twice, and with a long sigh of pleasure drove
his cock deep inside the captain's cum-slicked ass.  Adam stood before
Hassan and clamped their mouths together in a grinding kiss that grew
fiercer as they heard Chad's triumphant yell and a second load of sperm
spurted into the soldier's ass.

Adam smiled into the soldier's dark eyes and said, "He'll always be my
lover, Hassan, that's never gonna change.  But there's no reason you can't
be part of our lives too.  Life is rich with possibilities, mate, so let's
just see what happens."  He untied Hassan's wrists.  "You're gonna stick
around with us for the rest of the weekend aren't you, captain?"

Hassan smiled for the first time.  "Sure, if you're sure you both want
it. As it's a four-day holiday weekend I, er, kind of half promised my kid
Eddie that ..."

"And we kind of promised our boy Nate," Chad said.

Adam added, "And Bob was throwing out strong hints that he wants overworked
young chef Will to take a break.  Those three kids are all good buddies so
let's have them all here, make the family complete.  Like I said, mates,
life is rich with possibilities.  Let's give it a shot, eh?"

========= CHAPTER 538 =========

<><> A MARGARITA OR TWO – OR THREE <><>

The three men – blond Doc Chad, the macho Aussie Adam, and the muscular
Arab Marine Hassan – had gone through the first stage of reconciliation
– the raw sexual act of physical punishment and retribution.

Hassan and Chad had paid the price for their previous lust-fueled sexual
encounter and Chad's infidelity to Adam.  The blond doctor had been forced
to watch the bound Marine captain get tied up and worked over by Adam, and
the unexpected result had been the beginnings of a strong male bonding
between the two lovers and the rugged soldier.

One issue still to be addressed was Adam's infidelity to Chad during a
business trip to Sydney, where he had rekindled his sexual feelings for
Ted, an ex-lover from years ago.  They all knew Adam still had to face some
kind of reckoning for that, but right now they were all feeling a sense of
achievement bordering on triumph, and were in no mood to stir up further
conflict.

Instead they felt a need for harmony, the kind provided by a loving family.
Which is why they had hit on the idea of inviting their boys up to this
idyllic place, the beach shack set in the wildly beautiful, remote
Guadalupe Dunes.  They needed a change of pace from the savagery of lusty
men, which they knew they could find in the smiling faces of their
exuberant boys.

So they hit the phones.

Adam called Nate, the hot young surfer who had long been Adam's boy and now
Chad's too.  Nate had been working hard to support his old pal Jamie in
coordinating the surfing activity on a lifeguard movie starring their hunky
movie star pal Grady.  The movie shoot had taken a hiatus for the four-day
holiday weekend and Nate jumped at the chance of some beach action with the
doc and the Aussie.

Hassan called his boy Eddie, a fun-loving effervescent favorite of the
tribe.  Eddie was thrilled to be working as a junior camera assistant on
the same movie, so he too had a four-day break and he whooped with joy at
the prospect of time at the beach with the macho soldier he idolized.

Chad called the tribe's co-leader Bob who, before they left town, had
hinted that the young redheaded assistant chef Will had been overworking
and needed a break.  Chad put the call on speaker, and Bob was pleased to
hear that the process of reconciliation had gone well so far.  He fully
understood that, after all that, they needed some easy-going family time.

"I'll run it by the twins, guys.  They're as eager as I am to see Will take
a break, and I'm sure he'll go for the idea.  Matter of fact, they'll all
be so eager we'll try to put it together fast.

"Tell you what.  It would be good if they could drive back with you guys on
the trip home, so maybe they should take the train up there?  I've taken
the Amtrak before – beautiful scenic ride up the coast.  I seem to
recall there's one leaving L.A. at about three, gets to Guadalupe about
seven – in time for dinner.

"They would love that," Chad said.  "But it's almost noon.  Think you can
pull it together in time?"

"I know those boys," Bob chuckled, "they'll be out of here like a shot.  Be
good to them, guys, I know you will – and to each other.  Make love, not
war, eh?"

"We intend to," the men chorused.

The men's eyes were shining when the call ended.  This is just what they
needed.  "Face it, mates," Adam said.  "What we just did is a hard act to
follow.  Not sure where it's gonna lead us.  The boys will help put us
straight."

"Well as for me," Hassan grinned, "I hope it's gonna lead us to food.  I'm
starved.  I left the base early this morning and ain't eaten anything yet
all day."

"Right there with you, soldier," Chad said.  "So how about lunch in that
cantina in the village – and a margarita or two?"

"Lead me to it, doc," Adam grinned.  In the shack they found a pair of
board shorts for Hassan, they pulled on loose T-shirts and tramped barefoot
over the dunes.  Their former tension was replaced by a tension of a
different sort, more of a tingling anticipation for something they couldn't
yet define.

But when they sat on the shaded patio of the cantina facing steaming plates
of fajitas and a pitcher of margaritas, all tension faded, washed down with
a drink or two or three, and they discovered an easy-going camaraderie –
based on the alpha-male bonding they had felt right after their earlier
sexual trial of strength and endurance.

They were all from widely different backgrounds – the Aussie airline
executive; the talented chief surgeon; and the rugged Arab/Asian Marine
captain.  And it was probably these differences that gave them so much to
talk about and share.  They one-upped each other with some pretty
hair-raising work stories, most of them with a punch line that made them
howl with laughter.  The tales became more far-fetched and the laughter
more boisterous as the food and drink went down and they ordered another
pitcher.

They were in a happy-go-lucky mood as they walked back over the dunes, and
even the usually stern, stoic Marine captain was telling jokes and even
slurring his words.  By the time they got back to the shack they were in no
shape to walk, let alone jog, along the beach.

I don't know about your guys, Hassan said, but I need a nap to digest all
those fajitas."

"Not to mention the margaritas," Adam grinned.  "I lost count."

Chad took the matter in hand, went into the shack and came out with a large
blanket that he spread on the sand in a patch of shade by the shack.  He
pulled off his T-shirt and threw himself down on the blanket wearing just
his board shorts.  Adam looked down at him and smiled at Hassan.  "Gorgeous
ain't he, mate?  Mustn't let him hog the blanket, though.  Come on,
soldier, if you can't beat `em join `em."

They too pulled off their T-shirts and lay on the blanket, one on each side
of Chad.  And whatever their basic impulses, this is as close to sleeping
together as they came.  They were certainly not ready to give in to their
latent lusts and indulge in three-way sex.  Their reconciliation was in its
infancy, consisting so far of the raw physical act of what Adam called
`punishment sex', and later a raucous, boozy lunch between three virile
alpha-males.

Drowsy from drink they fell asleep quickly.  By force of habit Adam rested
his arm over Chad, whose leg was touching Hassan's.  There was not a
hard-on between them – though that probably had more to do with the
deadening effects of alcohol than a lack of sexual desire.

And at this stage, it was probably just as well.

<><> HIGH SPIRITS <><>

After sleeping off the lethargy-inducing margaritas, Hassan was the first
one to wake and, even before his eyes opened, he heard the siren-sing of
breaking waves.  He was lying on his side and when he open his eyes he saw
the seductive sight of the gently-swelling ocean glittering in the
afternoon sun.

Then he became aware of a body pressing gently against his back.  It was
Chad, still asleep, and Hassan's cock stirred.  No, he didn't wanna go
there – well, he did, but knew this was not the time ... too soon.  So
he eased himself away from Chad and pulled himself to his feet.

Adam, roused to consciousness by the sound, opened his eyes and saw the
dark Arab Marine towering over him, yawning and stretching his muscular
body.  The homoerotic image gave Adam a hard-on, but he suppressed the urge
and stood up beside Hassan, who said, "I need exercise, dude – a run on
the beach and a swim."

"Me too, captain, but what about Prince Charming down there.  Should we
give him the kiss of life and wake Sleeping Beauty, or let him sleep?"

"Fuck you both."  His eyes still closed Chad's face broke into a gleaming
smile.  Wherever you go, I go."  He looked up at them and they pulled him
to his feet.  Within minutes they were launching themselves in the surf to
shock them fully awake, then jogging down the beach, three hot men matching
each other step for step.  All barefoot in board shorts, their tanned,
muscular bodies streamed with water and glistened in the sun.

It was a full half hour later that they arrived back at the shack, panting
hard.  They were feeling on top of the world.  They were still not exactly
sure why, except that they loved each other's company, but all three men
felt an impulse to share their high spirits – and thoughts turned to
their boys.  Nate, Eddie and Will had all been aware of the pain and
suffering of the men, so it was only right that they should now share their
exuberance too."

"What time does their train get in?" Adam asked.

"Around seven-pm," Chad said, "according to Bob.  It's a four hour trip up
the coast. We should probably clean up the shack for when they get here and
think about sleeping arrangements. The bed is big but hardly big enough to
sleep six.

"Interesting thought, though," Adam grinned."

Hassan said, "As I recall there's a tent stowed in the shed out back –
for when there's a crowd up here. Nothing like sleeping under canvas in the
dunes to the sound of breaking waves."

They tidied up the shack, pulled out the large tent and dragged it to a
sheltered spot in the dunes where Hassan took charge.  "A Marine is used to
a life in a tent," Hassan said, "so follow my lead, guys."  A short time
later the tent stood proudly, sheltered by the dunes with a view of the
ocean.  And the men tramped back to the shack.

Their excitement at the prospect of seeing their boys again seemed
exaggerated as they had only recently left them – but right now all
their senses were heightened, including the happiness they felt, and they
found themselves waiting impatiently until it was time to go to the train
station and meet the boys.  Hassan drove his jeep, and Adam and Chad took
Adam's SUV.

<><> CENTRIFUGAL FORCE <><>

The small Guadalupe station was not much more than a platform by the train
tracks, and a small Mission-style waiting room.  The three men stood
impatiently on the platform, gazing into the misty distance, and finally
saw the pinpoint of light on the locomotive that grew steadily larger.

Hassan glanced at the two lovers and smiled at their shared excitement –
like parents waiting for their boy to come home after a long absence.  It
was the kind of domestic scene he had never played out himself – until
now, as he shared their enthusiasm.

At last the train roared into the station and the men looked eagerly along
it.  The three boys burst from the train and their physical animation
matched the elation the men were feeling.  Eddie threw his arms round
Hassan, who whirled him around off his feet, while the more sedate Nate
smiled broadly and hugged Adam, then Chad.  Amid the festive activity Adam
noticed a look of pure joy on his lover Chad's face, brighter than any he
had seen before.

Will brought up the rear with two heavy bags slung over his shoulders, and
Hassan ran to help him.  "What you got here, kiddo, the Crown Jewels?"

"Kind of, sir.  They're my crown jewels anyway, my kitchen equipment.  As I
recall, the kitchen in the shack is not well equipped, a far cry from the
kitchens in the compound."

"Hey, Will," Chad said, overhearing.  "You haven't come here just to cook.
You're here to relax."

"Cooking is my relaxation, sir, especially with the challenge of a small
kitchen like the shack's."  His freckled face broke into a grin.  "I'll
have fun with you guys and cook for you – all part of the package
holiday."

"OK, Will," said Hassan schlepping the bags.  "Get into the jeep with Eddie
and me."

Nate was about to get in the back seat of SUV but Chad said, "Not this time
Nate.  That's the traditional way – men up front, boy in the back.  But
this trip is all about breaking with tradition, eh, Adam?"

"If you say so, mate," Adam said with a puzzled grin, still noticing that
glow on Chad's face.

So Nate sat beside Adam, Chad got in the back seat and the two vehicles set
off.  It had been agreed among the men that before they reached the shack
they would fill the boys in on what had happened since Hassan got here –
the punishment, the sex and the reconciliation over the boozy lunch –
even sleeping it off together on the blanket.

In the jeep Eddie was all agog, firing questions at Hassan for the minutest
descriptions.  Hassan laughed.  "So what d'ya think, Will?  Is he storing
it all in that noggin of his so he can give graphic descriptions to the
other boys?"

"Sir," Will smiled, "I think you can guarantee that as soon as Eddie hits
the phone the whole saga will be spreading on the grapevine like wildfire."

Meanwhile, in the other vehicle Nate's expression was more serious as he
listened to Adam's concise description of the bound Marine's punishment and
his surrender of his ass, first to Adam, then to Chad.

Nate had been deeply disturbed when he had first found out about the dual
infidelity of both men – Chad's with Hassan and Adam's with his ex-lover
Ted.  He loved being the boy of both men, and relished the comfort of their
life as a small family with their dog Molly.  The domestic upheaval had
been a shock to him, and it scared him that everything might be falling
apart.  But he had been heartened by the men's reconciliation, and now by
the news that this morning's tough, punishment scene seemed to have brought
Hassan and the two lovers even closer.

When Adam's recounting of events finished he glanced at Chad in the
rear-view mirror and sensed that the glow on his face was about to find
verbal expression.  He was right.

Chad cleared his throat and said, "Guys, I have something I want to say
before we get to the beach and rejoin the others.  All day I have been
feeling a new kind of ... of liberation that I couldn't pin down – a
kind of lightness, like I had shed a burden.  And it all came together when
I watched the reunion on the station platform – Hassan loving Eddie, the
smile on Will's freckled face as he schlepped those bags, and of course,
you Nate greeting Adam and me.

"I saw six guys sharing their happiness together ... and I really mean
together, a group of guys behaving like a loving family.  And a light bulb
went on.  I realized that my insistence on monogamy was misguided – a
fantasy that true love meant two lovers, a boy, a dog, a fireplace and
wisteria over the door.  It was a romantic notion that I think I based on
my own happy traditional childhood with a mom and dad who loved me.  I was
scared that love between two men could never last.

"But that group of guys at the train, that too was real love – more
expansive than my limited ideal.  Whatever form love takes I realized that
you can't box it in.  I was wrong to think a box would keep love secure.
Quite the opposite, it puts rigid restraints on love, creating a tension
that could ultimately break it apart, like a steel rod bending till it
snaps.  We recently saw how it almost tore us apart.

"Those loving guys at the station – you can't build a wall around them.
That kind of love has a life of its own – free to go where it wants.
You see, guys, the power of love is rooted in the love itself.  Like a
centrifugal force, if it's strong enough it holds itself together – no
need for walls or fences."

Chad stopped and chuckled.  "There I go – just like a doctor giving a
lecture to medical students who don't know what the fuck I'm talking
about."

Adam's eyes were moist as he said, "I know what the fuck you're talking
about, mate – and I think Nate does too.  I love you doc and I know you
love me.  And Nate here is our boy.  Nothing's gonna change that. But that
shouldn't stop us welcoming other friends and distractions along the way.
What d'ya say, Nate?"

"Sounds good to me, sir. But everything has to be up front, nothing hidden,
no secrets."

"Too right, mate," the Aussie drawled.  He stopped the car a short way from
the shack and grinned.  "Look, guys ... talk about friends and
distractions."  Ahead of them Hassan's jeep had pulled up behind the shack,
Hassan had got out and pulled off his T-shirt.  "Now that, guys, is one
hell of a distraction – a gorgeous hunk of man. Come on, mates, let's
join the party."

<><> PAYBACK TIME <><>

"I see you guys have been shopping," Will said appreciatively as he
arranged the kitchen to his liking.  "I brought a bunch of stuff too, so I
can cook dinner for us all, and we'll go shopping in the village tomorrow."
It was clear Will had already established himself as king of the kitchen.
"So how about cocktails and appetizers on the porch?  I brought all the
stuff."

It was a merry group that lounged on the porch sipping wine and cocktails.
The only one who didn't contribute much to the lively banter was Adam.  He
had been rather thoughtful ever since the drive from the station and
eventually, fortified by a cocktail or two, he stood up.

"Er, listen up, mates.  There's something I gotta get off my chest.  It's
been a rocky couple of days, as you know, but things are pretty much back
on an even keel – better than ever, actually.  Driving back from the
station Chad talked eloquently about love and friendship, how love takes
many forms and shouldn't be limited by artificial boundaries.

"Chad wants to make a new start and so do I.  But before we close the
chapter on this painful episode I gotta wipe the slate clean to make things
fair.  See, mates, so far the story has been all about what Hassan and Chad
did together.  I reluctantly punished Hassan for it, and Chad too, by
forcing him to watch.

"But that's only half the picture.  If Chad was what some call `unfaithful'
to me, so was I to him.  In Sydney I came across an ex-lover, Ted.  I moved
out of my hotel, stayed with him and ... and fucked with him.

"In a way that was even worse then what Chad did with Hassan.  I mean, look
at them, two of the most gorgeous men on the planet ... come on, guys
... of course lust reared its head and they fucked.  But right away they
felt guilty at their loss of control.  While me and Ted?  We laughed about
it – and did it again – and again.  It was a bit of fun and it wasn't
until later that I felt remorse.

"So, Hassan gets punished, Chad gets punished, and I go scot-free?  I can't
let that happen.  I gotta level the playing field so we can make a clean
start.  OK, guys, the ball's in your court."

Adam sat down amid loud murmurings of protest.  The general sentiment was
against punishing Adam, and for turning a blind eye on his past mistakes.
But Hassan and Chad understood Adam's need for penance.  Both of them had
felt the same way earlier about themselves, and Hassan had offered himself
up in a dramatic way.  In truth, it was in the Marine's military nature to
exact payback for what he had suffered.

So while the three boys sat in nervous suspense, waiting for what came
next, Hassan and Chad conferred quietly together, even smiling furtively as
they hatched a plan.  Finally they walked down off the porch and stood on
the big blanket still spread on the sand.

"OK," Hassan said, "we're agreed.  But this time no one's gonna get tied to
the doorframe and whipped.  This ain't one of those eye-for-an-eye,
lash-for-a-lash deals.  You're a tough fucking Aussie and you wouldn't
flinch – plus, I don't wanna mark that perfect body.

"So we're gonna be more civilized.  You know Randy's mantra is always `the
punishment fits the crime'.  Well the so-called `crime' in this case was
sex, so the punishment must be too."  Hassan and Chad dropped their shorts
and their cocks sprang out hard, stiffened by the prospect of working over
the tough, alpha Aussie.

"Get your ass down here, stud," the captain ordered.  "We want you buck
naked."  Adam came down the steps, faced the men and dropped his shorts.
"On your knees, man."

Adam fell to his knees and stared at the two thick shafts pointing at his
face – one standing straight out from blond pubic hair, the other from a
black hairy mass.  As Hassan was the primary aggressor Adam submitted to
him first.  He bent forward and lowered his mouth slowly over the Arab's
cock until his face was buried in his black pubes.

The three boys watched in awe.  Nate sat between the other two and they
both grabbed his hand.  "You OK, Nate," Will asked anxiously.

"Sure, kiddo.  I know Adam, and sucking off two studs like this ain't
exactly a punishment."

Eddie grinned, "And if it's any consolation, dude, that ain't the captain's
tone of voice when he's real mad.  It's the tone he uses to order me around
`cos he knows I get off on it.  I know what I'm talking about – I can
read that Marine like a book.  But the boys back home should get to watch,
so good job I brought this."  He picked up his ever-present camera and
focused it on the action.

It seemed the boys were right, as the Aussie didn't hesitate to swallow the
soldier's cock, his handsome face pounding down on it so the bulbous head
slammed the back of his throat.  If this was his punishment he wanted it to
hurt – though sucking the hot Marine's dick was more pleasure than pain.

He feasted on the solid hunk of meat without choking, until tears were
running down his face and he knew Hassan was close to orgasm.  But he felt
the Marine's hand grab his head and pull it back.  Hassan grinned down at
the gasping Aussie.  "Damn, you are one hot fucking son-of-a-bitch, dude.
Now you gotta give the same treatment to the man you wronged."

Adam shifted sideways and faced the beautiful cock he knew so well and had
sucked so many times.  It was definitely not a punishment ... and yet this
time it held greater significance than it ever had before.  It was a
ritualistic way of expressing his remorse to his lover for the way he had
betrayed his love for him.  He was not only making amends, he wanted to
give the handsome doc more pleasure than ever before.

Adam even recalled some of the cocksucking tips he had heard Eddie give to
the boys.  He opened his mouth wide, lowered it over his lover's cock, then
breathed warm air over it as a tease before the main event.  Then he
contracted his throat muscles and clamped them over the long shaft, the
start of the most erotic blowjob he had ever given Chad.

It brought loud moans of pleasure from the handsome blond, staring down at
the strong, chiseled features of the macho Aussie on his hands and knees.
Chad curled his hand gently behind Adam's head and held it in place so he
could push his rod in deeper and deeper.

Hassan looked at the lovers with satisfaction, and Adam was too engrossed
in his lover to notice the soldier walk behind him and drop to his knees.
But he was suddenly aware of the Marine's strong hands grabbing his waist
... and pulling his ass hard back on his wet cock.

"Aaagh!"  Adam's head flew back, off Chad's cock, but Chad instantly pulled
his face forward and drove his cock in his mouth as Hassan drove into his
ass."

The boys watched in awe as the naked jock, helpless on all fours, was
fucked in the face and ass by the blond doc and the dusky Arab soldier.
Eddie confidently caught the action on camera but Will stiffened with some
alarm.  Nate reassured him with his cheerful Aussie drawl. "Don't worry,
mate, you know what they're doing to him?"

"They're spit-roasting him," Will gasped.

"Well sure they are, but much more than that, dude.  It's they're first
three-way that is all about love, not punishment.  Chad has changed,
they've all changed, and this is the result – three hot guys making love
to each other with no stupid talk of infidelity or monogamy."

"Are you OK with that, dude?" Will frowned.

"Are you kidding?  This is what I've wanted from the beginning.  I knew
they couldn't keep up the monogamy thing for long, not in this tribe, and
it kinda scared me.  This means we really are a family, and Hassan won't be
the only man in the tribe to join in the fun and games.  I'll be surprised
if we're not recruited to join in this little show soon.

That would take a few minutes, though, as the spit-roast continued. The
macho Aussie's muscles flexed and rippled as he got pounded at both ends
and Hassan grinned at Chad across his back.  "You OK with this, doc?"

"Sure I am," Chad panted as he face-fucked his lover.  "Let's give it to
him, soldier – `cos he fucking loves it."

So the double assault intensified until Chad gasped, "I'm so damn close to
spilling my load in his mouth, Hassan.  What d'ya say?"

"No, wait, doc.  Let's make this a family affair.  Hey, you kids.  Get your
asses over here and show us your cocks."  He pulled out of Adam's ass and
Chad pulled out of his mouth.  Hassan pressed his foot on his butt and
shoved him down on his back.  "Gather round, boys.  Let's show the man of
the house how much the family loves him."

Adam looked up at the circle standing round him – two men, three boys
... and five cocks being pounded in five fists.  A smile spread over his
sculpted features and he pleaded, "No, mates, have mercy.  Not five, I
can't take five streams of ... Aaagh!"

That's exactly what the macho Aussie got – five gushers, jizz splashing
down from all sides in his dark hair, on his face and neck, his flexed pecs
and abs, as his body writhed on the ground.  Panting hard he grabbed his
own cock and with a few strokes pumped his own juice to add to the pools
soaking his naked body.

Eddie was the first to regain his breath.  "Now that, guys, is what you
call pornographic."  He picked up his discarded camera and zoomed in on the
erotic image of the muscular Aussie's cum-drenched body.  "And that, as we
say in the movie biz, is definitely a wrap."

<><> FOLLOW YOUR JOY <><>

After that it was as if the old chapter closed and a new one opened.  All
traces of doubt disappeared from the three men as they raced down to the
water and roughhoused in the surf to clean off, then came back to the shack
and back to their cocktails – as equals.

Will ran back to the kitchen and enlisted Eddie's help in pulling dinner
together.  Nate said to the men, "I hate to see Will spending so much time
in the kitchen.  He's not supposed to be working, he should be having fun."

"Nate," Chad said gently, "cooking for others is Will's joy.  He is just
following his joy, which we all should learn to do – throw off the
conventions of society we have been trained to obey and simply follow our
joy."  He smiled at Hassan and Adam, his own source of joy.

Eddie and Nate set up the dinner table on the porch and Will brought out
the first course.  He was, of course, wearing his uniform of the dark green
apron and white chef's hat that he had brought with him from home, and he
glowed with the pride – and joy – of a happy chef.  Following
tradition, Adam stood up and raised his glass in thanks to Will.  As the
others cheered, Will raised his hat up high and swooped it down in a low
theatrical bow.

The evening continued in the same merry mood until there were yawns all
round and Adam said, "Guys, it's been a long, long day.  Hard to believe
that it was only this morning that Hassan showed up ... in the doorframe,"
Adam grinned, "and we went through that ritual of guilt and penance.
Eddie, you and your trusty camera missed that one – it was one for the
archives."

Chad took over.  "And then we called the boys to join us and they jumped on
a train.  The three of us had a boozy lunch, then slept it off with a long
afternoon nap in the beach, before going to the station to meet the boys'
train.  I'll never forget that raucous reunion on the platform.  It's no
exaggeration to say it was the start of a whole new life for me."

"And then a pornographic spit-roast," Eddie laughed, "which I did get on
camera to entertain the boys back home.  There won't be a dry dick in the
house."

"And so to bed," Chad said.  "Any thoughts, guys?"

Hassan smiled at Eddie.  "I haven't had time yet to give my boy the
greeting he deserves, and if I know you, kid, you wanna sleep in the tent
like we have in the past."

"Of course, sir.  But me and Will were talking and, well, if it's OK with
you we'd like to, er, take care of you together.  Better two mouths and two
butts than one, don't ya think, sir?"

"Damn straight – I'd go for that, boy."  He ruffled Will's red hair.
"You OK with that, Will?  You think the twins would be in favor?"

"Sir, Kyle and Kevin's only order was for me to have fun.  And taking care
of you sounds like a whole lot of fun."

Hassan looked questioningly at Adam and Chad, and Chad smiled.  "Hassan,
the three of us have plenty of time to get closer acquainted.  Right now it
would be great to share the big bed in the shack with our boy Nate and make
up for all the time we've lost in recent weeks.  So all those in favor,
guys?"  Every hand shot up and it was settled.

In the shack the small family of Adam, Chad and their boy made love in bed,
putting to rest all the recent fears that the family might be in trouble.
And this time, somehow, their love-making had a new sense of liberation,
now that the edict of monogamy had been rescinded, opening the way for many
new delights to come.  But eventually sleep overcame them and Nate fell
asleep between Adam and Chad – his favorite place in the world.

As for the tent in the dunes, it was the scene of tender loving care as the
naked Marine lay on his back and surrendered to the combined attentions of
two besotted boys.  They took it in turns, one sucking the captain's huge
dick while the other kissed his face and licked his body.  There were
multiple eruptions of cum until all three were sexually and emotionally
exhausted.

The husky soldier lay between the two sated boys, all lulled into sleep by
the sound of hissing waves and the breeze whispering through the dune
grass.

No one could have predicted that their story was soon to take one last
dramatic turn.

<><> HOUSEHOLD GODS <><>

Next morning, predictably, Will was the first to wake.  He eased himself
quietly from under Hassan's sprawled harm, left the tent and ran to the
shack to prepare breakfast.  In the bedroom Nate stirred and stumbled
drowsily into the kitchen to help Will.

A short time later everything was set up on the patio and the men began to
emerge.  "Mmm," Chad said, `nothing like the smell of brewing coffee to
wake a guy up.  Will, you've done it again.  But we don't wanna overwork
you, kiddo ..."

"Don't even go there, sir," Will grinned, "it's my pleasure.  "Why walk all
the way into the village for breakfast when we have the perfect setup
here?"

"And a master chef to cook for us," Adam said, ruffling Will's read hair.

Yesterday's frantic tempo gave way now to a lazy day, where men and boys
did more or less as they pleased, whether it involved vigorous exercise or
simply chilling out on the beach.

After a long laidback breakfast Adam and Chad proposed a run on the
beach. "Count me out, guys," Hassan smiled.  "I had enough strenuous
exercise in military maneuvers at the Marine Base before coming here.  I'm
just gonna kick back here and read my book."

"Sirs," Nate said, "if it's OK with you I won't join you either, `cos I'd
like to go surfing.  There's several boards in the shed here that Jamie
uses.  As you know I've been working a lot with Jamie who's in charge of
all the surfing action on Grady's lifeguard movie.  It's bloody brilliant,"
he enthused in his cheerful Aussie drawl, "and I'm learning a lot.  But
keeping up with those guys takes a lot of practice."

"Good on ya, mate," Adam grinned, "we'll soon have a movie star in the
family.  So go for it, kid, but take care out there."

"You boys care to join me?" Nate said to Eddie and Will.

They looked at each other uncertainly and Eddie said, "Nah, Will and me are
klutzes on a surfboard compared to you.  We don't wanna be shown up by you,
dude, so we'll just stay on the beach and drool admiring you."

And so they prepared to go their separate ways.  Chad and Adam relished the
thought of being alone together for a while, just the two of them,
something they hadn't been since Hassan had arrived, and then the boys.

They were barefoot, of course, in board shorts, and Hassan ginned as he
looked them over.  "Yeah, drooling sounds like a plan.  Damn you two
muscle-jocks look good enough to eat.  So I'll just work up an appetite
here and drool, fantasizing about those gleaming spray-soaked bodies
pounding through the surf.

The two men took off on what they intended to be a long run, while Eddie
and Will cleared the breakfast things off the porch and Nate rummaged in
the shed behind the shack.  He came round to the front with his surfboard,
held it erect and waxed it as the boys watched.

"Now that," Eddie said to Will, "is what you call a major Aussie hottie.
That body has really filled out lately, especially since he's done all that
surfing with Jamie.  I gotta get that on video."  He picked up his
ever-present camera and trained it on the sexy surfer, his muscles flexing
and gleaming as he waxed the board.  Eddie knew how to film discreetly and
Nate was unaware he was being admired and filmed, which made him even
sexier.

When the waxing was complete, Eddie trained his camera on Nate running down
to the water, his surfboard under his arm.  When he reached the shallow
surf he tossed the board in and launched himself on it.  His shoulders and
arms bulged as he paddled strongly though the breaking waves into the
distance, and Eddie murmured "cut", the end of the surfer-boy video.

Hassan had been watching too.  "Beautiful ain't he, boys?  I can see why
he's been Adam's boy for so many years – the big Aussie is crazy about
him, and Chad loves him too now.  What a trio.  OK, that's it for me, kids.
Go build a sandcastle or something `cos I'm gonna veg out here with my
book.  He sprawled in one of the Adirondack chairs, put on a baseball cap
and pulled it low to shield his eyes from the sun."

"Hey, how about that idea, dude?" Eddie grinned. "When I was a kid I built
the best sandcastles on the beach, I was the champ.  Feel like recapturing
your childhood, Will?

They grabbed buckets went down to the wet sand and began shoveling.  It was
a scene of domestic bliss – a family outing at the beach.  But peace
this serene was almost like a challenge to the household gods – who
protected the family most of the time.  But even household gods responded
to a challenge now and then.

<><> THE RESCUE <><>

The boys had been working in the sand for some time when they stood up to
take a breather and gazed out to sea, shading their eyes to watch Nate.
"Wow," Will said, "he looks so hot when he jumps up on the board like that.
Look at him riding higher.  But, er, Eddie, what's that other big wave out
there?"

"Damn.  Looks like what they call a rogue wave.  Comes in at a different
angle from the rest and sometimes collides with ...  I hope Nate knows
about it, `cos ..."  The boys gasped in horror as the huge wave came up
behind Nate and knocked him sideways off the board.  He disappeared
underwater and when he resurfaced he was being tossed around, dangerously
close to an outcropping of rocks.

"He's not swimming," Will said in alarm.  "Is he unconscious, d'ya think?"
He looked up toward the shack and yelled, "Sir, sir, help.  Something's
happened, we need you, sir."

Hassan leapt up from his chair, looked out to sea and grabbed the
binoculars that were always on the table.  He trained them on churning
water and glimpsed Nate being thrown around close to the rocks.  He put
down the binoculars, rushed out to the boys and spoke with the calm
authority of a Marine captain.

"Looks like he's not responding – maybe hit by his surfboard or the
rocks.  Trouble is there's a strong rip current so he'll be carried along
parallel to the beach and not in toward shore.  I gotta go get him.  You
run along the beach and try to keep up, I may need your help.  Whatever you
do, do not come in the water.  I don't wanna have to save three of you."

Without another word Hassan pounded into the water and swam strongly in the
direction he had last glimpsed Nate.  He looked for him frantically but the
choppy water from the rogue wave hindered his vision.  Thoughts of Adam and
Chad raced through his mind ... then suddenly he saw an arm.  He launched
himself toward it and grabbed Nate.

"It's OK, kid, I've got you.  Can you hear me, Nate?  It's Hassan."  There
was only a dull moan in response, so Hassan rolled on his back, hooked his
arms under Nate's armpits and pulled him up on his back on top of him.
Both of them were on their backs, Nate lying limply on Hassan's
chest. Hassan wrapped one arm round Nate's neck in a classic lifesaving
hold, stroked with his free arm and frog-kicked his legs strongly to propel
them backwards.

Mercifully the swell had subsided but the rip current was strong.  Hassan
knew better than to aim for shore.  The only way was to let the current
carry them parallel to the shore and gradually ease closer to the beach.

The boys ran frantically along the beach trying to stay level with what
they could see of the rescue.  It seemed like an eternity before they
sensed that Hassan was managing to swim closer in.

Hassan's body was strong and as a Marine he had been trained for situations
like this, but even he felt exhaustion overtaking him.  His legs were
tiring and his arm round Nate was feeling numb.  It was the thought of Adam
and Chad and their love for this boy that kept him going, refusing to
submit to the power of the tide.

"He's doing it!" Eddie, yelled.  "They're getting closer."  As Hassan
cleared the crashing waves into shallower water, Eddie and Will waded in to
meet them.  Hassan was gasping so the boys got on either side of Nate and
hooked his arms over their shoulders.  They eased him to shore, boosted by
the small waves rolling in behind them.

Hassan fell to his knees gasping and the boys were afraid for a minute that
he was going to pass out.  But he stumbled ashore and instructed the boys
to lower Nate onto his back on the beach.  Hassan knelt beside him, opened
Nate's mouth, pulled out his tongue and pressed his ear to his mouth.

"Is he gonna be OK, sir?" Will asked.

"He's swallowed a lot of water but I'll see what I can do.  If you ever
pray, kids, now would be the time."  The boys gripped each other's hand as
they watched Hassan straddle Nate on his knees, cross his hands on his
chest and begin CPR.  After pressing down a few times he leaned forward,
pinched Nate's nose, closed his mouth over his and exhaled and inhaled
sharply, breathing for the boy. He pulled back for more CPR that he
alternated with the rescue breathing.

Suddenly Eddie yelled, "I can see the guys ... they're coming back.  Stay
here Will."  Eddie rushed down the beach and spoke urgently to the men who
broke into a run, then looked down aghast at the drama unfolding on the
sand.  "What happened?" Adam asked, his face ashen."

Will said calmly.  "Nate was hit by a rogue wave, sir and was knocked
unconscious, but Hassan swam out to him and carried him all the way along
the rip current to here.  He was wonderful, sir, but he said Nate's
swallowed a lot of water so he's doing the kiss of life."

Hassan ignored them all, concentrating on his lifesaving measures.  Chad
said, "OK, I'll take over now.  I'm a doctor."

Hassan paused long enough to look up and said gruffly, "And I'm a Marine
– we're trained for this – it's what we do.  Everyone stand back."

<><> KISS OF LIFE <><>

Adam put a restraining arm on Chad, and the men and boys gazed down
desperately as Hassan continued his efforts.  Chad was about to intervene
again when suddenly Nate's head moved.  He coughed and water poured from
his mouth.  Hassan kept the pressure on his chest until the water stopped
flowing and Nate opened his eyes.

Hassan leaned over him and said, "Nate ... Nate ... do you know who I am?"

"You're Hassan, sir.  Hello."  And Nate managed a watery smile.

Hassan leaned exhausted over him and Adam helped him unsteadily to his
feet.  "OK, doc," Hassan said, "over to you.  He shouldn't be moved for a
while, but I'm sure you know that."

"Hey," Nate said weakly, looking up at them.  "What's everyone doing here?
Did I wipe out or something?"

Chad knelt beside him and said, "You're safe now, Nate, thanks to Hassan.
You've got a nasty bump on your forehead.  Looks like the board hit you,
but it's not cut."  Chad looked up at the boys.  "Hey, Eddie, can you run
to the shack and get that big blanket?  I don't wanna move Nate but he must
be covered up and kept warm to guard against shock.  And Will, you'll find
my doctor's bag in the back of the SUV.  Bring that so I can check his
vitals."

"Yes, sir."  They ran off, their relief adding speed to their legs.  Adam
knelt down beside Nate and said to Chad, "Is he gonna be OK, doc?"

"Sure he is.  He's a tough young Aussie, of course he is."  He looked up at
Hassan.  "You know you saved his life, captain.  That was an amazing feat.
I can't imagine how you brought him all this way in that current.  You must
be exhausted.  You should go back to the shack and rest.

"Adam I want Nate to stay here for a good half hour. When the boys come
back I'll check him out, and he'll be comfortable covered by the blanket.
When he can stand on his own the boys and I will bring him back.

Adam bent down and kissed Nate.  "You're in good hands, mate.  You've got a
doc and a Marine to protect you, and a big ol' Aussie who's loved you for
years, kiddo."

"Thank you sir," Nate smiled.  "I love you too ... and Chad ... and Hassan
too.  Er, will you go and thank Hassan for me, sir.  I think he saved my
life."

Chad stared at Adam.  "And thank him for me, Adam.  Thank him in whatever
way you like.  You understand?"

"You mean that, mate?  You don't mind if ..."

"I don't mind anything, Adam.  Hassan is not only one of us, he saved our
boy.  Now go and thank him for us both."

"I love you, doc," Adam smiled.  After another kiss for Nate Adam stood up
and ran up the beach to where Hassan was walking unsteadily toward the
shack.  Adam caught up with him and they stopped and gazed into each
other's eyes.  "You OK, solider?" Adam asked.

"Sure I am.  We Marines are a tough bunch."

"Dude," Adam said, eyes brimming with tears.  "I don't know how I can ever
thank you ..."  The full horror of what could have happened caught up with
him and he threw his arms round Hassan and sobbed into his shoulder.  "When
I think how close we came to losing him ... "

"But we didn't, did we, Adam?  He's safe and the family is intact –
stronger than ever I would say, buddy, wouldn't you?"

They continued walking and Hassan said, "By the way, bro, with everything
that's happened lately I don't think I've ever told you what I think of
you.  I never told you that I've always quietly lusted for you, you're such
a hot fucking dude – that tough Aussie thing you got going and all.
When you come into a room I always get a hard-on. `Course, I could never do
anything because you and Chad were so into each other ... until I fucked
everything up by ..."

"Hassan, that is all water under the bridge.  Everything's changed since
then, mate – Chad has changed, I've changed and, hell man, you're a
fucking hero – you saved our boy and brought him back to us.  I've gotta
give you something back in return.  Just name it, dude."

Hassan smiled a weary smile.  "Well, maybe there is.  Chad said I need to
rest and he's right.  I was gonna crawl into that tent all alone and
... well, maybe not all alone now, eh?"

Adam grinned, "You got it, soldier - anything you want."  They plodded up
the dunes to the hollow where the tent was waiting for them.  Hassan pulled
the tent flap back and smiled. "Mi casa es tu casa, amigo."  Adam crawled
in, followed by Hassan and they zipped the flap shut.

Any sounds coming from inside the tent were muted by the breeze blowing
through the dune grass and the inquisitive seagulls wheeling overhead.

<><> TRIBE GOSSIP <><>

An hour later, peace reigned.  Nate was in bed in the shack being pampered
by Eddie and Will.  Will had warmed up some of the rhubarb pie he had
brought here, Nate's favorite, and loaded it with ice cream.  Eddie kept up
a running stream of banter, which had the happy effect of taking Nate's
mind off the trauma he had been through.

And Chad was on the porch on the phone to Bob.  Before leaving town he had
promised to keep Bob informed on how events were progressing, and he had
kept his promise with regular updates.  This one was more dramatic than
most, and Chad stressed to an anxious Bob that all was well – better
than ever in fact.  To lighten the mood he said, "But enough about our life
and death escapades.  Tell me what's going on in the tribe in our absence".

Bob filled him in with various pieces of trivia, including another planned
out-of-town trip.

"Who this time, Bob, and where too?"

"Well, you know, Miguel is not only the executive chef of the Ritz Carlton
downtown, he acts in an advisory role supervising their other California
properties.  Management has asked him to spend a weekend at the Ritz down
the coast in Laguna Niguel, where it seems the kitchens are having some
problems.  Part of it is accounting issues and Miguel wants to take our
office manager Brandon with him to look at their system – an impartial
non-employee assessment.

"So he approached Pete, as Brandon is his boy, and offered them both a
weekend down there, living it up, all expenses paid.  Pete and Brandon
jumped at the chance of a luxury weekend, and Miguel plans to take his boy
Finn with them too."

"Wow, quite a foursome," Chad chuckled.  "The Hispanic hunk and his bad boy
Finn, and the handsome Ranger and his sweet, talented boy Brandon.  Wanna
make any predictions, Bob?"

"Nah, I'll wait until the reports come in.  They always keep me posted.
Talking of which, doc, reassure me once again that all is well with your
little family up there."

"Couldn't be better, Bob."

"And where are Adam and Hassan right now?"

"Still in the tent in the dunes.  And it's still zipped up."

"And, er, you're OK with that, Chad?"

"Ah, that's the best part of the whole thing, Bob.  They're probably
fucking their brains out right now and I love it.  I couldn't be happier.
Quite a turn around, wouldn't you say?"

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial of Strength" – Chapter 539


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