Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2021 05:48:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 543  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 543 by Rob Williams

Chapter 543 – "BOSS RANDY MEETS HIS MATCH"

IN THIS CHAPTER

The big Grady House party turns festive. Grady befriends the nervous new
boys Vic and Noah when they discover who he is. They watch in awe as the
movie-star heartthrob offers his ass to his lover Mario. Later, big boss
Randy's father/son relationship with the much-loved older man Uncle Mike,
takes a dramatic leap when it turns sexual, and one of the alpha males tops
the other.
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<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

The big party had begun at the Grady House, home to the sexy movie-star
Grady and his Italian lover Mario.  But before the gathering started, Grady
himself had helped settle a drama between three of the men – the cop
Mark, his boy Jamie, and the rugged construction-site manager Seth.

Jamie, an expert surfer, was thrilled to be working on Grady's new
lifeguard movie, but the long hours he worked caused him to neglect Mark,
especially when the cop came home from work hot and horny to an empty
house.

Mark had found sexual release right next door with the rugged roughneck
Seth, in a macho contest for top man. When Jamie learned of this he felt
guilty at neglecting the man he idolized and said the only solution was to
give up working on the movie.

That news panicked Grady who told his lover Mario, "I can't let him
leave. He's perfect for the job and I need him.  And it's all my fault,
letting the director push Jamie to work all those hours.  I've fucked it up
for him with Mark and now Seth.  It's a mess and I'm gonna put it right."

Grady knew that Mark, Jamie and Seth still shared a mutual lust and he
persuaded them to take part a wild homoerotic three-way where the cop and
the construction worker took turns pounding the blond jock's ass.

Grady's determination to help the men heal the wounds had won the day, in a
dramatic display of love and lust.  As the three stars of the show pulled
themselves wearily off the bed, Mark said to Grady, "When you arranged
this, dude, I thought you were crazy.  I still think you're a bit crazy,
but I wanna thank you, for having the foresight to set it all up.

Grady grinned broadly.  "One thing I learned in the movie business, Mark,
is that crazy often works.  We use it a lot.  I knew I had to do something
to make it come right for your guys."

Jamie hugged Grady, who said, "You're not gonna quit the movie are you,
dude?"

"No he's not," Mark said.  "He's having the time of his life with you all
and I won`t let him quit, even if it means tying him to his surfboard."

"Hmm," Grady smiled, "now there's a thought.  I'll talk to our writers
about that."  The three men trooped off to the shower and Grady asked Brian
and Mario. "So, show's over – how are the reviews, guys?"

Brian, mimicked an old-time movie promo. "Spectacular, Colossal, Amazing,
sir."

Grady chuckled, then looked questioningly at Mario who hugged and kissed
him.  "I am in love with you all over again, amore.  I too thought you were
crazy doing this, but I should have trusted your instincts.  You do know
how to put on a show.  But now you have something else you have to do.
Come here."

He took Grady and Brian to the bedroom window and said, "See down there?
The troops are massing and we're the hosts so we mustn't neglect them.  Two
guests especially.  You see them sitting together over there, looking a bit
lost?"

Mario was referring to the new young office assistants Vic and Noah.
Earlier in the day they had been asked to bring a file of recipes up here
to Danny, the chef at the Grady House.  By chance it was Grady who had let
them in and, as he had been wearing an apron in the kitchen, they mistook
him for Danny.

Grady had liked these kids right away, skinny and not as good-looking as
all the other boys.  But they were clearly already nervous and intimidated
by the house and all the security. If he told them who he really was they
would get tongue-tied and he wouldn't be able to gossip with them.

He loved it when guys didn't know who he was, and his old impulse to be
just one of the guys kicked in.  Also the mistaken identity appealed to
Grady's ever-present sense of mischief, so yeah, he could be Danny for a
while.  And it was while he extracted the latest gossip from them that they
had told Grady about Mark and Seth, and that Jamie was about to quite the
movie.

Now that all that was settled Grady looked down from the bedroom window at
the two shy boys, and Mario said sternly, "Vic and Noah still think you're
chef Danny, and all the time you're this crazy, lovable movie star.
They're shy enough already and you played a nasty trick on them. Now you
have to go down to them and tell them the truth without embarrassing them."

"I know, Mario.  I behaved badly to them, and they are such sweet kids.
This calls for finesse," he grinned, "It'll be harder than persuading a
cop, a surfer and a construction worker to have a three-way.  But hey, I
was pretty good at that wasn't I?"

Mario smiled.  "Stop boasting, amico. And get down there and work your
magic."

========= CHAPTER 543 =========

<><> TARZAN SHEDS HIS LOINCLOTH <><>

Grady went downstairs to where the tribe was gathering, but he skirted the
crowd as he didn't want to make an entrance yet amid all their shouted
greetings.  He had something important to do first – to take care of the
youngest and shyest members of the tribe, sitting alone and bewildered, a
little apart from the ebullient crowd.

When they were first hired by the office manager Brandon, the boys had been
self-conscious about being skinny and not as good looking as all the
others.  Brandon had soon talked them out of their insecurity and made them
feel at home.

But this was their first big gathering of the tribe and they felt
intimidated by the opulent house and grounds, and the rowdy group of guys,
with their joyful reunions, back-slapping greetings and gusts of laugher.
So they sat quietly together, hoping that someone would come and rescue
them.

Then Vic said, "Look Noah, there's Danny, walking round the edge of the
crowd.  And he's coming this way."  They were pleased to see the only guy
living here that they had met and he greeted them with the same friendly
smile as the first time.  Only now he was not wearing the kitchen apron he
had worn then. "Hey, guys. Good to see you again."

Grady had wanted to wear his usual old baggy shorts and ragged tank-top,
but Mario had protested.  As this was a special occasion he made him wear a
new, light blue T-shirt that showed off his muscular torso, though Mario
agreed to Grady's red board-shorts and sneakers, similar to the character
he was playing in the lifeguard movie.

Now Grady sat on a bench facing the boys, who were starting to relax under
his friendly smile.  "So, guys, this is your first Grady House party.  How
you doing so far?"

They glanced at each other and Noah said, "Well Danny, tell you the truth
it's a bit kinda scary."

"I know what you mean, Noah.  I'm always nervous when I face big screaming
crowds – but I don't mean this group. They're all good buddies –
`course, you already know all the guys from the compound, especially
Brandon and Ryan you work with.  Right now everyone's doing a
meet-and-greet and catching up, but soon they'll calm down over lunch and
you'll fit right in."

"Er, talking of lunch, Danny, we thought you would be hard at work in the
kitchen.  You don't have to talk to us if you're needed there."

"Ah," Grady sighed.  "Yeah that ... I knew we'd come to that."  He winced.
"See, thing is, kids, I ... I'm not actually Danny.  You assumed that when
we first me `cos I was wearing a kitchen apron, and I was real naughty and
let you go on thinking it."

There was a stunned silence as Grady waited for their reaction. Vic frowned
in confusion.  "Not Danny?  So what is your name?"

"Well, this place is called the Grady House.  And, er, I'm Grady.  Oh I
know I should have told you right off the bat.  That was wrong of me, but I
thought it would intimidate you and you'd stop talking to me."

Both boys blushed.  "You mean," Vic faltered ... "you mean you own this
place, sir?"

"Me and my lover Mario, yes.  Can't wait for you to meet him."

"But ... but we heard someone say this place is owned by some movie star."

"Yup," Grady shrugged.  "That would be me."

Noah turned to Vic.  "See I told you he didn't look like a chef."

Vic said, "That's why when you took off that apron, sir, we asked if you
were some kind of male model."

"Well, that was true at least, dude, `cos I was.  And like I told you, I
did change jobs.  Except I didn't become a chef – I became a movie
star."

There was another silence as the boys started to piece it all together.
Vic said, "Didn't I say, Noah that he looked a little bit like that guy
who's Tarzan in those movies."

"A little bit like?" Grady asked with an amused smile.

"Well, yeah. I mean you're a regular guy and he's a glamorous kinda
... You're not him are you sir?"

"Yup." Grady said. "Afraid that would be me too.  It's surprising what hair
and makeup and a loincloth will do for a `regular' guy.  That's where the
glamor comes from."

Vic and Noah stared at Grady and another, deeper blush spread over their
faces.  They fell into an awed silence.  Grady had seen the look, and felt
the silence, so often before when people met him, realized who he was and
became tongue-tied.  It was why he had carried on pretending to be Danny,
so he could gossip with these kids.

He leaned forward and held their hands.  "Guys, please, don't let it make
any difference.  I'm still the same guy you first met – only the name's
different. I mean, Danny, Grady, Tarzan whatever, what's the difference?
It's still just me."  They were still clammed up. "Ah, I know what it is.
You liked the glamor-hunk Tarzan on the big screen, and I'm a big comedown,
just an ordinary-looking guy."

That worked.  Vic said impulsively, "No sir, it's not that at all.  You're
not ordinary at all, you're drop-dead gorgeous, better than the guy on the
screen `cos you smile and you're nice and ... and you're real, sir."

Noah agreed.  "You're tons better than Tarzan sir.  I mean, if I met that
guy in the jungle I'd be scared to death, and you're not scary at all."

Grady laughed merrily.  "Not scary, eh?  Pretty low bar to set, but I'll
settle for that.  At least you're talking to me.  Hey, see over there the
outdoor bar that Tommy has set up.  He's the stunning blond serving drinks.
He's Doc Steve's boy and Danny's lover – the real Danny.

"You should see the physique on that guy – ex-gymnast with the body of
death.  I've jerked off watching him do his routine, and boy, when he fucks
me it's ... but that's a whole `nother story.  We won't go there – yet
anyway.  Let me take you over there to meet him and we'll jack off watching
his muscles flex as he pour our drinks.  Just kidding, dudes."

That made Vic and Noah laugh and the ice was broken.  They got up, Grady
stood between them with his arms over their shoulders, and they set off
through the crowd."

<><> GRADY'S MAGIC <><>

As the crowd parted to let them through, the greetings were raucous from
all sides, led by Randy's deep voice.  "Ah Grady, at last you've come down
from the mountain to join us mere mortals."

"The honor is all yours, Randy," Grady kidded.

 "Hey, Vic, Noah, is the Prince of Darkness here treating you well?  If not
I'll deal with him."

"You already dealt with me, Randy – many, many times.  And you know I'm
always game for more."

Gales of laughter followed them through the crowd, and the enthusiastic
greetings were for all three of them – Grady, Vic and Noah.  Everyone
was aware what Grady was doing.  They knew that his warm heart had gone out
to these shy kids and this was his ultimate sign of affection and inclusion
in the group – being escorted through the crowd by their handsome host.

Watching from the sidelines were Mario and Brian.  "Magical, ain't he,
sir?" Brian smiled. "You told him to work his magic on the shy new kids and
that's what he's doing."

"That is why we love him, Brian. That and the drop-dead-gorgeous thing.
And look at that – right now all his attention is on those boys.  It's a
knack he has, making them feel they're the only guys in his world, which to
him they are.  But, andiamo, bambino.  Let's go upstairs and put the
finishing touches to the guestroom assignments."

At the bar Grady said, "OK, kids, pull up a stool and meet Tommy."

The handsome square-jawed gymnast flashed a dazzling smile as he shook
their hands.  "You must be Noah and Vic – great to meet you at last,
dudes. We've been hearing such good things about you up at Doc Steve's
house.  Brandon keeps raving about the work you do in the office."

The boys blushed at the praise and Grady asked, "OK, guys, what would you
like to drink?"

Vic hesitated, then, "White wine please, sir."

"Same for me, sir," said Noah."

"Three white wines please, Tommy, the best you got. Nothing but the best
for my new buddies."

As Tommy poured the drinks Noah looked around and said, "You must be quite
rich, sir – this house and all."

"I guess so," Grady grinned.  "The Tarzan gig paid real well and the
studio's shelling out even more for the new movie.  But I don't pay
attention to all that, Mario does, and tells me if I'm spending too much
And Bob oversees the whole thing – our investments, taxes and all that
stuff. But to tell you the truth it's not the money and the big house that
makes me happy – it's Mario, number one, and our boy Brian, and all you
guys coming up here to party.

"Before I hit it big I used to live alone in a little ol' old rustic place
in Laurel Canyon and I was happy as a pig in shit.  Not that it was a
shit-hole or anything, it was a neat little house, like living in the
woods.  When Mario and I bought this place we bought that house too, and
occasionally we escape there and live like two normal guys for a few days,
hanging out, cooking for ourselves – and making love of course.  We do a
lot of that."

"Funny," said Vic, "none of the guys in the tribe told us you were a famous
movie star.  Matter of fact, when the Grady House was mentioned they kinda
clammed up."

"Ah, that's Mario's doing.  See kids, outside of this house I'm this great
big celebrity thing, and if people recognize me I get mobbed.  That gets
tiresome, but I have to smile, keep the fans happy and have my picture
taken and everything.

"This house and grounds are our private world where I can be just one of
the guys.  You see all the security around here – the cameras, high
hedges and big gates?  Randy, Mark and Zack installed all that and they
check on it regularly – they'll probably run a check today.  The
paparazzi can be ruthless.  That's why Mario guards my privacy so well, and
none of the guys in the tribe talk about us outside of the tribe.  Mario
will probably stress that to you two also.

"Hey, talking of Mario, let's go meet him.  He's probably still upstairs
with Brian.  Bring your drinks with you."

They thanked Tommy, eased their way out of the crowd, and the boys were in
awe as they went inside the opulent house and up the grand curved
staircase.  "There's an elevator that Brian uses, him being in a wheelchair
and all.  He can do anything in that thing except go upstairs, so Randy
installed ramps everywhere.  Here's the hallway with lots of guestrooms on
either side.  Brian has prob'ly assigned one to you guys, `cos you'll be
staying the night.  And those double doors at the end are the master suite
– our lair, Mario and me.'

They went in and Mario looked up from the charts he and Brian were
examining.  Mario beamed, "Ah, finalmente, i nostri nuovi bambini, che
perfetto."

"English, please, sir," Brian chided him as Mario came forward and hugged
them both together.

"Brian is right.  When I'm excited I often lapse into my native tongue.
Has Grady been taking good care of you?"  They nodded enthusiastically.
"Allow me to introduce our boy Brian."

Brian wheeled himself forward and shook their hands warmly.  Noah said,
"Hello, Brian. You're Brandon's boyfriend, we know, `cos he talks about you
all the time and calls you on the phone."

"Great to meet you, guys.  Yeah, and thanks to you taking on so much of the
office work Brandon's able to get away more often and come up here to see
me."

"So, boys," Grady said, "how do you like this big ol' suite?  Bit
over-the-top I always think, except for the huge bed over here.  That's
perfect for Mario and me to make love, which we do all the time – but
haven't done today yet `cos Mario's been so busy with the party.  Hey,
amico, how about it?  We've got time – lunch won't be for half an hour,
and the boys should see everything that goes on here, make them feel at
home.  What d'ya think, Brian?"

Brian grinned at Grady's usual boyish enthusiasm.  "Whatever you say, sir.
You always get what you want."

"I do, don't I?" he grinned roguishly.  Jaws dropped as Grady impulsively
pulled off his T-shirt, kicked his sneakers off so they flew across the
room, and dropped his shorts.  He threw himself on his back on the bed,
naked except for black biking briefs, his muscular body gleaming in the
sunlight streaming through the windows.

The boys were mesmerized and Noah gasped, "Just like Tarzan."

"Grady," Mario chided, "this is hardly proper behavior when we have new
guests.  What will they think?"

"They're probably thinking, `Wow, I sure wanna see Tarzan get his butt
kicked by the gorgeous Italian'.  Am I right kids?"  Vic and Noah nodded
eagerly.

"See?" Grady smiled, then frowned petulantly.  "Ah, you don't want it,
amico, I see that now.  You're so focused on the party you're prob'ly not
interested in me.  You couldn't even get it up."

"Ridicolo!  You know very well, Grady, that everyone in this room has an
erection seeing you lying there, looking ..." he smiled ... "looking
assolutamente bellissimo.  Oh Grady, mi amore, of course I want to make
love to you."

He said softly to Brian, "Brian, will you take care of our guests?"  Brian
smiled, wheeled himself over to the two boys and indicated the couch.
"Feel free to do whatever you like, dudes.  I guarantee you'll wanna jack
off.  I know I will – like I do all the times I've watched in the past."

He winked at them and made a whispered phone call to the kitchen.  "Hey,
Danny.  No hurry for lunch – they're fucking.  Half an hour tops."

<><> MARIO'S LIFEGUARD FANTASY <><>

The handsome Italian stood at the end of the bed and took off his shirt.
Then he dropped the linen pants he always wore and stood naked, smiling
down at Grady, his cock fully erect. "You're a very naughty boy you
know. Fortunately for you, you're also irresistible. Not only sexy but kind
and generous.  Brian called you magical and he was right.  So what am I
going to do with you?"

"Fuck me?" Grady suggested plaintively with an uncertain smile.

"So that's what this is all about?" Mario laughed.  "You want to feel my
dick in your butt."

Grady stammered clumsily, "Er, si per favore, amore.  Moltissimo.  See?
You told the boys that when you get excited you lapse into Italian.  I
thought it might work in reverse – I speak Italian, you get excited."

Mario laughed again and threw himself down on top of Grady.  "Amore, I
don't need Italian – especially in that terrible accent.  You are
already the most exciting man I know.  And I am going to make love to you."
He kissed him passionately and Grady wrapped his arms round him and held
him tight.

Then Mario slid slowly down Grady's body, licking his throat and running
his tongue down the cleft between his pecks.  He bit his nipples lightly,
kissed his abs, then clamped his warm mouth over the bulging briefs and
felt his cock stir under the thin fabric.  Using his teeth he tugged the
briefs down until his cock sprang out, rock hard.

"Ah," Mario smiled. "I see your own feeble attempt at Italian did excite
you.  That's all it takes?"

"That and the most beautiful man on the planet on top of me.  Does it every
time.  Come on, dude.  Quit teasing me and cut to the chase.  You know what
I want."

"You poor boy, deprived of love.  OK, I'll tell you a story."  Mario got up
on his knees and smiled down at his lover.  "Years ago as a teenager I was
on a beach in Sicily and I spent the afternoon watching the lifeguard up in
his tower, then pacing and jogging around the beach.  I must have quietly
fallen in love with him and fantasized about what I would do with him, if
only I had dared.

"I would have pulled down his red lifeguard shorts ..."  Mario picked up
Grady's discarded shorts ... "and I would tell him to lie on his back
naked.  He was so handsome I would have tied the shorts round his neck as
he lay there ..."  He did that now to Grady ..."and he would look so sexy,
with the red shorts round his neck making his perfect features more
beautiful than ever.

"I would know what he wanted from the way he looked up at me – the way
you are looking at me now.  I would pick up the suntan lotion from my towel
and spread some on my hard cock ..."  Mario dipped his fingers in a jar of
lube on the side-table and lubed his cock.  "I would ask the macho
lifeguard what he wanted, and he would pull his legs back and say ..."

"I want your dick in my ass, man," Grady said quietly

"So I would do what he wanted and watch that beautiful face wince as I
pressed the head of my cock against his hole."  Mario matched his words
with actions. "His face would glow with ecstasy as I slid my cock slowly in
his ass, all the way down until my body was pressing against his wiry pubic
hair.  And then ... I would make love to the lifeguard's ass."

Brian had watched the men make love many times before, but this was new
even to him – the erotic blend of a long-ago teenage fantasy and the
reality of the grown-up Italian fucking a movie lifeguard.  Brian looked at
the young kids in his care and their eyes were shining.  For them, the
blend of fantasy and reality was absolute.  The sound of Mario's lyrical,
accented voice matched the beauty of the handsome lifeguard surrendering
his ass.

The sexual and spiritual union of the two men was also absolute.  Grady
gazed up at the man he worshipped, the man with the sculpted Mediterranean
features, the mass of curly black hair falling over his brow almost to his
smiling brown eyes, his muscles rippling as he rhythmically made love to
his ass.

And Mario saw not only the physical beauty of the handsome screen idol but,
even more seductive, the kind, affectionate soul who had befriended the shy
young new boys and made them feel like the most important guests at the
party.

Everyone in the room temporarily forgot that a party was beginning in the
garden, so lost were they in the magic suffusing the room.  Returning
briefly to his fantasy Mario smiled, "So what does the big stud lifeguard
want now?"

"He wants to feel your juice in his ass.  Please, man, cum in my ass
... own it."  Grady stroked his own cock, and there were no howls of
ecstasy, just shining eyes penetrating each other and heavy sighs of pure
joy as Mario poured warm semen inside the lifeguard, who in turn sprayed
his juice over his own body.

For long moments they gazed lovingly at each other, then Mario turned his
face to the three boys and continued his story.  "But what about the
spectators on the beach that day, watching in disbelief as the macho
lifeguard surrender his ass?  Mesmerized, they would have gathered round
and vented their lust for the man they had all been watching all day."

Brian, Vic and Noah had been stroking their cocks, holding back their
pent-up passion, which they now released, and splashed their own cum over
the muscled cum-soaked body.

Noah asked Mario, "So how would the story have ended, sir?  What do you
think would have happened to the two men?"

"Oh that's easy, bambino.  You see they had fallen in love. That day the
lifeguards were having a big party on the beach so the two men joined them
and everyone was pleased to welcome and congratulate the new lovers. And
after that – well of course, what else?" Mario laughed.  "They lived
happily ever after."

As the men made their way to the shower Brian again phoned Danny and said
quietly.  "We're in afterglow, dude.  Ten minutes tops."

<><> IT'S UNCLE MIKE!  <><>

Mario was right about the crowd's congratulations.

After quickly cleaning up they all went down in the elevator – Mario,
Grady, their boy Brian, and the newcomers Vic and Noah who still had stars
in their eyes and felt very important being included in the hosts' group
making their entrance at the party.  Grady had wanted to wear his lifeguard
shorts round his neck again and go down to the party naked, but Mario made
him pull on the shorts and his blue T-shirt.

Still, their late arrival and sparkling eyes left little doubt about what
had delayed them.  As Darius yelled, "That afterglow could set the trees on
fire."  A cheer went up, with congratulations and laughter, much of it
bawdy in the party tradition of the tribe.  Standing side by side Mario and
Grady smiled, raised their right arms high and swooped them down
dramatically like a theatrical curtain call after their performance.

As they made their way through the crowd they did not neglect Vic and Noah
as each had an arm over the boys' shoulders, making them very much part of
the group.  And an excited Eddie was not far behind.  "Dudes," he hissed,
"later you gotta tell me how it all went down – all the details,
exaggerations accepted – for the archives, you know."

Vic looked up at Mario, who had overheard.  "Are we allowed to, sir?"

Mario smiled, "Thank you for asking, Vic, and yes you are – as long as
it stays in the tribe."

Amid the hubbub Brian's cell-phone rang.  He looked at it and yelled,
"Uncle Mike – it's Uncle Mike and Larry.  They made it."  He raced away
from the crowd in his wheelchair and buzzed the gate open.

Mike's truck drove in, the gates closed silently behind it and Mike and
Larry jumped out. Grinning widely Mike bent down, picked Brian up out of
his wheelchair and hugged him tight.

Brian was the only one who could really call him `Uncle' Mike as he was his
actual nephew.  The boy had once lived a sad, reclusive life in an old
trailer park in the desert.  But Brandon had discovered him, had
demonstrated that life in a wheelchair could be totally fulfilling, and had
introduced him to the tribe.  And now here he was, a movie-star's boy and
Brandon's boyfriend.

The rest of the tribe naturally called the older man Uncle Mike as he was a
figure revered by them all – a fit, handsome, gray-haired man in his
late fifties whose kindness, wisdom and warm avuncular smile embraced them
all.  Mike was the owner of a popular leather bar in Palm Springs and Larry
was his boy, thirty years his junior and deeply in love with Mike.

Years ago Larry had been running wild on the streets with Jamie – but
how much had changed since then!  Thanks to Mike's generosity Larry ran a
busy motorcycle repair shop, and co-managed the leather bar.  Jamie of
course was now the boy of the cop Mark, and lately working on Grady's
movie, in charge of all the surfing action.

"How you doin', kiddo?" Mike laughed, gently replacing Brian in his
wheelchair.  "That big ol' heartthrob movie-star being good to you – not
giving you too much attitude?"

"Oh, Grady never puts on attitude, sir."  Brian giggled. "He knows I'd put
him in his place if he pulled a stunt like that."

"His place being mostly in Mario's bed, I bet."

"Right on both counts, Uncle Mike," said Grady, approaching with a dazzling
smile and big hug.  "Out there in the real world I'm this big ol' celebrity
thing and they give me anything I want – I can even throw attitude. But
I can't get away with that here.  Brian would ball me out and send me
packing to bed, where Mario would be waiting to fuck me and make everything
come right."

"You all got quite a system going here," Mike smiled.  "Hey, Larry and me
have spent the last two hours on the freeway.  Who do you have to fuck to
get a drink around here?"

"Me, to start with," Grady laughed.  "Except they're just starting lunch so
we don't have time – and anyway Mario just got through, er, making
everything come right for me."

Mike shook his head.  "I swear, you guys are a tribe of rabbits.  OK,
Brian, lead me to the bar."

They wended their way to Tommy's bar through a cacophony of enthusiastic
greetings for the popular Mike, while Jamie ran up, pulled his buddy Larry
into a hug and whisked him off to the big table on the lawn to join Nate
and Eddie talking animatedly about their work on the movie.

That was the pattern for lunch – or rather no pattern at all, as small
groups got together at the table, then guys moved around in pretty much a
seating free-for-all.  But when at last they were all seated Grady stood up
and called for silence, much as Randy always did at the compound.

Or rather, he tried.  Randy's booming voice always brought silence but now
Grady banged his knife against a glass and shouted, "Gentlemen ..." to
absolutely no effect.  Drowned out by the clamor of voices, he tried again,
yelling at full volume, "Hey guys, don't you know who I am?"

That brought instant derision and bawdy comebacks – "not a fucking clue
..."  "you s'posed to be someone... a porn star...?"  "the ass looks
familiar."  Several of the boys threw bread at him and Grady ducked,
helpless with laughter.  Randy bailed him out by bellowing, "Quiet!!  The
man's trying to say something important.  It damn well better be important
`cos I'm fucking starved."

When the laughter subsided Grady said, "Thank you, Randy.  Er, Eddie, if
that happens again please yell `Action!'  That always brings dead silence
on the set."

Someone shouted, "This ain't no movie, dude, you can drop the attitude."
Again laughter swelled but quickly died down."

"Phew, tough room," Grady grinned, wiping his hand dramatically across his
brow.  "OK, guys, no speeches, but there is something important I want to
say.  I wanna thank the guys who have made this weekend possible.  First
our fabulous chefs – Danny, the twins and Will.  The four chefs stood
shoulder to shoulder, still wearing the Grady House burgundy aprons and
white chef's hats.

"Our event manager and barkeep Tommy."  Tommy pulled a chef's hat from his
pocket and planted it on his head.

Our beautiful boy Brian who has worked tirelessly and made all the
guestroom assignments, and his lover Brandon who has ferried all the stuff
on this table out from the kitchen.  The two boys stationed themselves at
opposite ends of the row of guys.

And last, but by no means least, my partner in crime Mario.  In case you
don't know who he is, he's the Italian dude over there who, er ... let's
say, just made everything come right for me."

"And cum, and cum again," Darius shouted, to a peal of laughter from Mario.

"OK, men, give it up for these guys."  Following tradition the chefs raised
their hats high in the air and swooped them down in an exaggerated bow
while Brian and Brandon did head-spinning wheelies in their wheelchairs.
The cheers were deafening until they finally died down and Randy's voice
boomed out.  "OK, guys.  I've got another announcement.  Let's eat!"

<><> RANDY SHARES A BEER WITH UNCLE MIKE <><>

During all the noise and chatter at the table, two men exchanged frequent
glances and smiles – Randy and Mike.  They had not yet greeted each
other properly but they shared a special warmth and were happy to see each
other.

To say that their friendship was like father and son was true but
understated.  Their love and admiration went deeper than that.  In many
ways Mike saw in Randy traits similar to his own when he was that age.

Not that Mike was the itinerant gypsy that Randy had been, raising his
younger brothers on the hard-scrabble streets of West Texas.  Mike had
lived an average Southern California life but he was always something of a
renegade, defying authority and determinedly carving out his own path in
life.  And if that meant butting a few heads along the way, so be it.  And
over the years he had become tougher and wiser as the owner of his own
highly profitable bar.

Randy looked up to Mike and admired his strength and determination.  They
also shared a compassion for boys who'd had difficult lives, such as their
own boys – Randy's Pablo and Mike's Larry – whom they nurtured and
protected.

As Randy and Mike shared similarly strong personalities it was inevitable
they would lock horns at times, but Mike always slapped Randy down hard and
put him firmly in his place.  He was the only man ever to call Randy `boy',
and Randy accepted his authority as natural.

Randy and Mike were both highly sexual creatures, though of course the
older man's lust and libido no longer raced as strongly as Randy's, whose
potent, magnetic sexuality was legendary.  Sometimes there were even slight
sexual overtones in their own friendship, but it was always unstated,
buried out of sight in their father-son relationship.

Animated conversation and abundant wine flowed freely.  And when the meal
had at last run its course, the tribe indulged in the real joy of being
gathered in the expansive grounds of this large estate, where the rhythms
were relaxed and unhurried.  They split into groups and pairs, some
relaxing under the big shade trees, others splashing in the pool, some
wandering the grounds.

Randy got up from the table and sauntered over to Mike, and they shared a
bone-crushing handshake.  "Hey you ol' buzzard," Randy grinned.  "Great to
see you, man.  Right now I gotta do my usual security check of the
perimeter for Mario and Grady, and fix any gaps that have opened up –
messy stuff.  But after that maybe we can share a beer and catch up, eh?"

"Sure, I'd like that, Randy."  Mike watched Randy go to his truck and pull
off his shirt, no doubt mindful of Bob's plea that he not get it dirty,
Mike thought to himself with a smile.  Bob could give any orders to the big
guy and get away with it.  Randy also pulled his tool belt from the truck
and buckled it round his waist.  Wearing cargo shorts and work boots he
strode away and Mike got a hard-on watching the muscles ripple in his broad
back.

Bob came and sat with Mike for a while, filling him in on all the goings-on
in the tribe since they last met. After a while Bob's twins needed him, so
Mike got up from the table, stretched lazily and sauntered over to the bar,
where he asked Tommy if he could spare a six-pack of beer.

Tommy smiled, "Uncle Mike, we have enough beer in this place to sink the
Titanic – if it weren't already at the bottom of the ocean."  He handed
over a six-pack and Mike went off in search of Randy.

The lushly landscaped grounds were expansive, with groups of men and boys
lounging in various places, a scene of rustic harmony.  It took Mike a
while to find Randy, but eventually spotted him in a far corner stretching
up against a high hedge and hammering on the fence behind the hedge.  Mike
stopped and stared at the homoerotic scene of the shirtless, muscular
gypsy, his dark, stubbled features tense with concentration, his flexed
muscles gleaming in the afternoon sun as he worked.

Watching Randy like that always gave Mike a hard-on.  He grinned to himself
as he came close and said, "Hey, stud, you ready for a beer break?  Look
what Tommy gave me."

Randy turned round and smiled at the welcome sight of Mike holding up the
six-pack.  "Great timing, Mike, I just finished.  Have to be real careful
to plug even small holes that a camera lens could poke through.  This place
is like a fortress – has to be for Grady, poor guy, it's kinda like a
prison for him.  Mario is paranoid about his privacy.

"Pretty luxurious prison, though," Mike grinned, "and the term `poor guy'
is relative, with all the big bucks he earns."

Nearby was one of the many small tables and benches dotted around the
grounds.  Mike sat down and shoved one of the bottles across the table to
Randy who sat facing him.  Randy took off the top, tilted his head back and
took a long drink.  Mike watched his prominent Adam's apple move in his
throat as he swallowed, and again thought how incredibly sexy the man was
with his shaggy black hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Ah..."  Randy gave a deep sigh of satisfaction and grinned at Mike.  "This
is the life, eh, buddy?  Great party, good company and perfect hosts.  I
loved watching Grady have the time of his life at lunch, laughing like
crazy as guys yelled insults at him and the boys threw bread at him.  He
forgot all about being a heartthrob movie star and became just one of the
guys.  But how about you, dude? How are you and Larry doing?  Your boy
behaving himself?"

"Which boy would that be, Randy?  Larry ... or you?"

Randy laughed, "Dammit, Mike, I kinda like hearing you refer to me as your
boy.  But I meant Larry of course."

"He's being good as gold.  He loves our life together and I get a kick
watching him serving behind the bar, no shirt on, muscles gleaming under
those red spotlights, knowing there's a bar-load of guys watching and
drooling – including his old man.  But what about you, boy?  You taking
good care of that gorgeous man of yours?  You finally got it through your
thick head that he ain't never gonna leave you?"

"You know, Mike, it's taken years but I think I've finally accepted that
Bob really loves me and wants to spend the rest of his life with me.  I
hate to say this, but he's domesticated me."

"Not a chance," Mike chuckled.  "Caveman like you ain't never gonna be
domesticated.  You know, I remember that day you and your buddies first
came into my bar.  First thing I saw was dollar signs, knowing how hunks
like you in my bar would be great for business.  But then, when I looked at
you I got an instant hard-on.

"I've seen plenty of hot men in my time, but never one like you.  It wasn't
just that incredibly hot gypsy look and spectacular body.  It was the
attitude and confident smile, like you were the king of the fucking
gypsies.  You dominated the room, like you owned the bar – which you did
at that moment.  I knew that if a fight started (and the bar has had its
share of fights), you would have flattened them all single handedly with
those fists."

Randy smiled, "And when you got to know me better the illusion was
shattered – me with my anger, destructive rages, and my paranoia over
Bob that made me treat him so fucking bad."

"Yeah, the stuff you did to Bob really troubled me, disgusted me. But no,
Randy, the illusion wasn't shattered, it's only grown more real over the
years, and you know why?  I admired your beauty and physical strength, but
more than that I saw your kindness and compassion, especially to the boys,
who obviously all worship you.  You are one hell of a guy, Randy."

"Funny.  The more I got to know you, Mike, the more I wanted to be like you
when I get to be your age."

"You will be Randy.  Except, unlike me, you'll always have that strong
sexual magnetism.  Your testosterone level will never dip, as mind
has. Hell, sometimes I even have trouble getting it up."

"Huh, I'd like to hear what Larry says about that."

"Oh Larry, sure.  That young stud always gives me an instant boner –
just like you do."

In the ensuing silence there was a fleeting sense that they had just
crossed an invisible line.

Randy grinned at. Mike, with that sexual gleam in his eye that Mike had
seen often.  "Don't sell yourself short, Mike.  Your hair might be gray but
you're still major handsome with a body that's spent many years in the gym.
Just like your boy, when you're tending bar a lot of those guys drool over
you, same as they do Larry.  And hell, any of the men here today would go
for you – including me."

"Ah, you and your bullshit," Mike laughed, taking a swig of beer.  "But I
tell you, twenty years ago I'd have made a play for you, you big lug."

"What's years got to do with it?  Every age has its own kind of sexiness.
Look at those shy new kids, Noah and Vic.  I'm a whole lot older than them,
but I'm gonna fuck `em.  They don't know it yet, but I will, and they're
gonna love it."

Mike's cock got harder in his jeans as he stared at the arrogant
gypsy. "You know one thing that makes you so fucking sexy, Randy, is your
cockiness – the certainty that men want you."

"Well, they usually do.  You do don't you?"

"Fuck you, man.  Yeah, when I came through the garden and saw you,
bare-chested in cargo shorts and boots, with that macho tool-belt hanging
round your waist, it was a classic porn-movie cum-shot."

"So what you gonna do about it, dude?  You know what you need?  A bit of my
cockiness.  You're every bit the man I am and more.  It's time you accepted
that.  OK, porn movie, right?  So let's rewind and replay."  Randy stood
up, buckled his tool-belt round his waist again and went back to the fence.
He pulled the hammer from his belt, raised both arms and hammered the fence
as before.

"Damn you, boy," Mike muttered. Randy was throwing out a challenge, much as
Mike himself used to in earlier days – and still did to Larry, testing
him, encouraging him to react confidently and assert himself. Fuck him,
Mike thought.  OK, I'll show him.

<><> THE FATHER HE NEVER HAD <><>

Mike was riled up but hugely turned on as he got up and stared at the
muscular shirtless construction worker.  Fucking pornographic, he thought
again.  Mike unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock that was already
oozing pre-cum, and spat on it. He lubed his cock with spit as he walked
forward, reached round Randy and ripped open his shorts.  Leaving the
tool-belt hanging round the gypsy's bare waist he pulled the shorts down
below his ass, pushed his cock between the ass cheeks and pressed the head
against his hairy hole.

Mike knew that Randy could have got out of this in a second – but he
also knew he wouldn't.  "You asked for this, boy.  You challenged me.  And
you and me are the same – we rise to a challenge, dude.  Like this..."

Randy howled as the older man's thick, hard shaft drove into his ass.  Mike
pressed his chest against Randy's back, raised his arms and pressed them
over Randy's, pinning him against the fence.  "This what you wanted, boy?"

Mike pulled back, paused, then drove in hard again, fucking as aggressively
as Randy always did.  "Damn," Randy growled, "for a guy with low
testosterone you sure fuck like a piston.  Come on, man, give it to me."

The savagery in Randy's voice fired up Mike's building lust as he
jackhammered the ass of the man he looked on as a son.  They might have
been different generations but they shared the same animal cravings.  Mike
knew he could never break an alpha stud like Randy, so he felt no
hesitation or restraint as he plundered his ass.  It was no holds barred.

Randy's raised hands clawed at the fence and his body flexed defensively
under the pile-driving onslaught of the rugged older man.  "Knowing it was
Mike fucking him, the man he revered as a boy idolizes his father, drove
Randy to yell, "Thank you, sir.  It feels so good.  Pound that rod in my
ass, sir."

The macho gypsy's use of `sir' was instinctive and it excited Mike even
more.  "I wanna see that face while I fuck your ass, boy."  Mike yanked his
cock out suddenly, causing a painful yell, then manhandled the near-naked
gypsy down on his back in the grass.

Randy panted hard, his long black hair splayed on the grass, his piercing
blue eyes staring hungrily up at Mike.  Mike pulled his shirt off, then
bent down and pulled Randy's shorts off over his boots and tossed them
aside.  He stared down at the swarthy construction boss, his brawny body
naked except for his tool-belt and work-boots.  "Man, you should be in
porn.  That right there is a definite money-shot – the macho
construction boss waiting to get his ass ploughed. And I'm the guy who gets
to fuck him.

Mike dropped to his knees, grabbed Randy's boots and pushed them high in
the air, exposing his ass for more punishment.  Again he pressed his cock
into the curly black hair round his hole and speared his ass in one brutal
thrust.  "Fuuuck!" Randy howled, his head thrashing from side to side.  His
arms reached up defensively and he slapped his palms against Mike's chest,
ran his fingers through the gray chest-hair and dug them into his solid
pecs.

But Mike smiled, grabbed Randy's wrists and forced them back until he was
pinning them to the ground above his head.  "Not this time, boy.  Oh yeah,
you're always the top man, even when one of your alpha buddies is pounding
your ass.  But this time I'm in charge.  I'm the dad you never had, and I'm
butt-fucking my boy.  Tell me you never fantasized about that."

Mike ramped up the assault on his ass and Randy groaned as Mike's rod
pistoned rhythmically in and out of him.  "Dammit, man I never told anyone
that, not even Bob.  I never knew my dad so I played dad to my brothers.
But I fantasized about having a dad, a man I could call sir, who would love
me, discipline me and fuck my ass.  You're the only man I ever met who
... aaagh ..." He howled and struggled helplessly as Mike ramrodded his ass
savagely.

"So show me, boy.  Show me what you would do when your dad pinned you to
the ground and reamed your ass – the man you idolized, the only man who
could dominate the angry young gypsy into submission.  Show me what you
would do when your dad blasted his jizz in your ass.  Show me, boy ..."

"Aaagh!"  Randy's yell echoed round the garden as Mike's cock ripped into
him and erupted in his ass.  "Thank you, sir ... I love you, sir.  I love
your dick in my ass ... aaagh!" he screamed again as his own cock reared up
in a hands-free orgasm that spurted semen over his own heaving chest and up
into the heavy stubble of his sagging jaw.

Suddenly there was silence, broken only by the startled chatter of unseen
birds in the hedge. "Mike stared down at the chiseled gypsy face and
smiled.  "That's what's known as a catharsis, Randy – releasing strong
desires and lusts that you've been repressing all your life, in your case
the primal need of a boy for the strong influence of a father figure you
never had."

Mike pulled carefully out of Randy and lay on his back in the grass beside
him.  Randy turned on his side, propped himself up on his elbow, and gazed
down at Mike.  "You're right, Mike.  But until now I never knew the need
for that was so strong in me."

"It goes even deeper than that, boy.  You never had someone to nurture and
discipline you, someone you could go crying to when you were hurt, confused
or fucked up.  All kids need that.  But as you never had it, you were the
one who had to be the top guy, to nurture, discipline and protect others.
You nurtured your younger brothers, you disciplined guys, even your lover
Bob, and you've been protecting the boys of this tribe for years.

"That's why you've always been so aggressive and quick to anger, `cos there
was never anyone to rein you in, to discipline you – only other macho
top guys who fought you, and even then you usually won.  You never had a
dad, kiddo."

Randy's blue eyes stared at Mike.  "I, er ... I don't know how to say this,
Mike, but ... would you let me look on you as my dad?"

"You already do, boy.  And I already am.  How many times have I criticized
you and chewed you out for something dumb you're done.  You storm away in a
rage, but you always come back and apologize.  You already see me as a
father figure – and I like that, boy.  If I had ever had a son I'd have
wanted him to be just like you – tough, quick with his fists,
compassionate, and drop-dead gorgeous.  And, er, someone I could butt-fuck
now and again when he challenges me, like you did here, boy."

Randy grinned, "And I'll do it again, sir.  Just so you know."

"And I'll fuck you again, boy.  Just so you know."

Their laughter was interrupted by a heavy footstep, and a gravelly voice.
"I thought I recognized those shouts bouncing off the walls."  They shaded
their eyes against the sun and looked up.

Zack's handsome black face was grinning down at them.  He towered over
them, in his usual black jeans and a black leather vest hanging open over a
gray T-shirt that clung to the muscular contours of his magnificent black
body.

"And it's obvious from the jizz splashed all over you that you guys have
been having a party."

Zack rubbed the bulge in his jeans. "Room for one more?"

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 544


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