Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2021 01:15:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 558  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 558 by Rob Williams

Chapter 558 – "TWO SHY BOYS FIND A BIG BROTHER"

IN THIS CHAPTER

When the young, reserved guys Vic and Noah meet the virile young Aussie
Nate, there's an instant connection. Nate takes them under his wing like an
older brother. They invite him for dinner, and together they take care of
the older boy's sexual needs.  Nate feels protective of the shy boys, and
the other men of the tribe rally to support him in caring for them –
maybe even permanently?

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

The shy new boys Vic & Noah have had a falling out, arguing and fighting
with each other.

Their boss Brandon persuaded them to go see the tribe's shrink, hunky Doc
Steve, who tried a novel therapy. At his house he took them down to his
basement gym where the handsome young Aussie Nate and the blond gymnast
Tommy were working out.

The cheerful Aussie persuaded the boys to join in and the resulting action,
from mild to wild, left them sexually drained – and totally enthralled
with the friendly, sexy young Aussie.

Doc Steve was surprised to see that both young boys were gazing at Nate,
by-passing the glamor of the gymnast for the easygoing, welcoming look of
the Aussie.  The doc suspected that the boy's attraction to Nate wasn't
only his fine, square-cut features, it was the smiling brown eyes, his
cheerful, open expression and the easy confidence of a virile young Aussie.

Later, alone with Steve, Nate pumped him for information on the boys.
"Truth is, doc, up to now I never really noticed the kids much in the crowd
down at the compound and they were always so shy.  But today ... man
... they really came out of their shell.  It wasn't just that they're both
so cute and hot to trot.  There was something about them that really moved
me – I dunno, something vulnerable, a neediness.  I mean, who takes care
of them, doc?"

"Well that's the point, Nate.  I'm not betraying any secrets here, they're
quite open about it.  They have no family, parents are deceased, no
siblings – just each other.  For a long time they grubbed along in
separate single apartments in the same building and later spent most of the
time together, cooking, hanging out, watching TV.

"Then everything changed when Brandon hired them in the office, and Randy
smartened up that little apartment for them over the office.  So they have
a good solid job and a neat place to live.  But the closest they've got to
a mentor is their boss Brandon, but his influence is mostly limited to the
office.  They still spend most of their time together, just the two of
them.  I'd say what they need is a man of their own in their lives."

At lunch with Steve, Nate and Tommy, the previously hesitant boys came
alive, as if they had woken up from a deep sleep.  Without realizing it,
they focused almost entirely on Nate, pumping him with questions about
Australia.

Steve watched the two boys gazing at Nate, hanging on his every word,
spellbound.  As the meal drew to an end Nate asked them casually, "So,
mates, you got plans for this evening?"

"Just the usual, sir – make dinner together and watch TV."

"Hmm.  Tell you the truth, I'm at a loose end tonight too.  "See, one of my
men, Adam, is gonna be making love to my other man Chad, and I'm giving
them their space so they can have one of their lovey-dovey evenings
together.  I was thinking of going out to eat on my own, maybe a movie."
There was an expectant pause.  "I, er, don't suppose you blokes might have
room at your table for a hungry Aussie.  Maybe we could kick back and watch
Netflix or something."

The boys' eyes sparkled.  "Yes, sir, sure we could," Vic said, a little too
eagerly.  "We're pretty good cooks, and we got Netflix and Amazon too so
we'll find a movie you like."  Vic checked himself and frowned.  "Are you
sure you want to come, sir?  You're not just saying that `cos you feel
sorry for us?"

"I would never do that, mates," Nate said earnestly. "Us Aussies are more
direct than that, we tell it like it is.  What's more, we all have big
appetites.  So if the invitation still stands, I'm in."

And so it was that at seven o'clock that evening Vic and Noah were waiting
in their apartment in a state of nervous excitement.  After leaving Steve's
they had gone back to work and Brandon was thrilled to see the change in
them.  He let them go early so they could go to the grocery store and get
everything they needed – or rather that Nate might need.

Now the table was set with a clean white cloth, whatever silverware and
glasses they could rustle up, however mismatched, and even a couple of
partly used candles stuffed in old wine bottles.  In a vase in the center
was a bunch of flowers they had bought at the grocery store.

They had hastily cleaned up the apartment, which included stuffing clothes
and a bundle of laundry in a closet out of view.  And the smell of a
casserole wafted from the kitchen.

Freshly showered, they were dressed in clean shorts and their best polo
shirts as they stood side by side, their hands touching.  They gulped when
the doorbell rang and Vic let Nate in, carrying two bottles of wine.

With his warm, cheerful smile Nate hugged them both, then glanced around
him.  He looked at the table – at the mismatched candles, the mismatched
glasses and cutlery, and the flowers standing bravely in the middle.

He looked at their proud, shining faces waiting nervously for his reaction,
and his eyes filled with tears.  "I love you, guys, I do.  It's like coming
home."

========= CHAPTER 558 =========

<><> A NEW VIEW OF LIFE <><>

"Good on ya, mates, this all looks brilliant," Nate said in his Aussie
drawl.

His handsome face lit up with a cheerful smile as he looked down at the
table, set for dinner with candles, flowers and all, and Vic and Nate
smiling nervously.  "I didn't mean for you to go to so much trouble,
though."

"Oh, it's no trouble, sir," Noah said eagerly.  "We loved doing it.  We've
never had visitors for dinner – you're the first."

"And it looks like you cleaned the place up too.  OK, level with me," Nate
grinned playfully. "Did you shove a whole bunch of stuff in the closet and
slam the door on it.  It's what I do when I've got company coming and I`m
running late."

The boys blushed and giggled.  "Yes, sir," Vic said.  "The place was a mess
as usual.  Er, sir, Doctor Steve gave us a sixpack of Tooheys Australian
beer when we left him – said it's your favorite.  Would you like some
now?"

"Mates," Nate laughed, "all you have to ask an Aussie is `how d'you feel?'
and he'll sing, `I feel like a Tooheys'.  Comes from an old 1980 beer
commercial with a real hunky cricketer, Dennis Lillee.  It's still on
YouTube, I'll show you later – great jerkoff material.  Hey, we're gonna
have a great time, I can tell."

Nate's open, laidback attitude put the boys at ease right away. Noah
brought the sixpack and they sat on the couch, Nate between the boys.  Nate
twisted off the bottle cap and raised his bottle.  "Here's to us, eh kids?"

"To us, sir," they chorused and clinked bottles.  Nate took a gulp, then
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  "Nothing like it, mates.  Takes
me right back to Sydney."  After another swig he got up and sat on the
coffee table facing them.  "Just so I can see you both together – don't
have to keep turning my head from side to side like I'm watching a tennis
match.

"'Cos there's something I wanna say right off the bat, guys.  I like you a
lot and I wanna be your mate.  But I don't want you to be shy or nervous
around me.  You can do or say whatever you want, and I'll be completely
open with you always.  See, I want us to have fun, kids.  Life's too short
to hold back and tiptoe around each other.  Agreed?"

Yes, sir," they said, a little uncertainly.  "But we can still call you
sir, can't we?" Vic asked.

"Of course, I would like that.  Think of me kind of like your big brother."
They were pleased with that and exchanged smiles.  "Right, so what's that
tempting smell coming from the kitchen?  I'm starving."

"It's chicken casserole with all kinds of veggies, sir," Noah said.  "Will
taught us how to make it some time ago."

"Can I come to the kitchen and watch?" Nate asked.

"They hesitated and frowned.  "Er, it's a bit messy, sir."

"Dudes, I already know you got all kinds of crap stuffed in that closet, so
a messy kitchen ain't gonna faze me."

They laughed, and Nate followed them into the kitchen carrying his beer.
He was impressed with the kitchen that Randy had updated for them, though
it was, as they warned him, more than a bit messy.  He leaned against a
counter and watched them – and again a warm wave of compassion swept
over him, moved by their obvious efforts not to look clumsy.

He smiled to himself as he saw them bump into each other several times and
try to cover it up, with sideways glances to see if he had noticed.  But
all in good time they pulled a big casserole dish out of the oven and took
off the lid."

"Does it look done to you, Vic?"

"Er, reckon so.  Here ... he grabbed a spoon and scooped a little out."

"Hey, let me taste," Nate said, stepping forward and grabbing the spoon.
He chewed some slowly, watched anxiously by the boys.  He swallowed,
frowned to prolong the suspense ... then smiled. "Brilliant, kids.  Tastes
perfect.  I was just mind-fucking with you.  Let's take it in."

"Sorry there's no first course, sir, but there is dessert.  We dropped by
Will's and he gave us one of the rhubarb pies he always has ready.  We just
have to warm it up."

"You've heard the old saying, mates, that the way to a man's heart is
through his stomach?"

"Were counting on it sir," Vic grinned, matching Nate's playful tone for
the first time.

They placed the casserole at center table by the flowers and Nate produced
the two wine bottles he had brought.  "What's your preference guys, red or
white?"

They frowned uncertainly.  "What do you think goes best with chicken
casserole, sir?"

"Who gives a shit?" Nate grinned.  "I don't go by the book I go by what I
like.  I'm partial to red."

Liberated from the rules of taste and etiquette the boys smiled, "White for
us, sir."

Throughout the meal Nate maintained that `who-gives-a-shit' attitude which
set the easygoing tone that visibly relaxed the boys.  Nate realized that
nurturing the nervous boys and giving them confidence was a subtle process
that went step by step, even phrase by phrase.  He felt himself already
growing into the role of their big brother – and he liked the feeling.

As the boys relaxed they became more talkative, and pumped Nate for more
information about Australia.  To them it was an exotic faraway place, and
it added to their fascination with Nate himself, with that cheerful grin
and Aussie drawl.  "Do you ever go back, sir?"

"Once in a while.  See my man Adam works for Qantas Airways, he's in charge
of the L.A.-based crews, so he does a couple of runs to Sydney and back
each month.  Sometimes he gets me a real cheap fare, then bumps me up to
First class.  It's a fifteen-hour flight.

"You mean you're on a plane for fifteen hours?" Noah asked in disbelief

"Sure, but in the lap of luxury.  Maybe one day I'll take you with me. I'd
love to show you guys around Sydney.  But hey, enough about me, I wanna
know about you.  Not your old life before Brandon hired you.  I mean, your
life now – what you love about it, and what you don't like."

The boys talked more than they ever had before.  In the office they chatted
to Brandon and Ryan between work, but talking to Nate was different.  Here
was somebody who seemed really interested in their lives outside of work
– not that there was all that much to describe as they kept pretty much
to themselves.

As they rattled on, talking over each other, Nate was struck by their
youthful enthusiasm, and their rush to open up to him.  Again he was moved
by these kids – a feeling he couldn't exactly pin down.  He knew what he
felt for his mate Adam – love, lust and companionship.  And what he felt
for his longtime buddy Jamie – real good mates who shared everything.

And there were elements of all that in what he felt now for these kids,
plus ... it was hard to describe ... he felt compassion toward them, yeah
that was it a kind of sympathy where he kept wanting to throw his arms
round them and tell them everything was gonna be alright now.  He felt
protective, something he knew every man felt for his own boy.  Randy was
the best example of that.  He would fight like a tiger to protect his boys.

But did he really want to go down that road? To offer love, nurturing and
protection?  That was a big responsibility, and he was just a fun-loving
boy.  Wasn't he?  He always had been, but recently he had been shedding his
own boyish traits and ... and growing up, he supposed, from boy to man.
It's why he had asked for a therapy session with Doc Steve, to describe the
sense of something lacking in his life that he couldn't identify.

Steve had described to him how a first-time father feels when he looks down
at his own helpless baby clutching his finger, and how it changes his whole
attitude to living, having a new life utterly dependent on you.  Maybe that
was the kind of void he felt.

Nate snapped out of his reverie and gazed at the boys – still talking,
smiling, laughing.  And suddenly he knew with certainty that he couldn't go
back – he couldn't turn his back on these kids.  It was as if they
depended on him already – oh, not like the finger-clutching baby –
not as a father, for sure, more like a big brother they could look up to
and depend on to guide them.

"So that's about it, sir," Vic was saying.  "It's a pretty good life –
we got a job we love, a great boss, a nice place to live right here –
and now we've got you. sir."

He stopped abruptly and blushed, realizing he had gone too far.  "Sorry,
sir.  I didn't mean that ... it just kinda slipped out ... I don't know
what I meant."

"No worries, mate, I know – `cos I felt it too.  But hey, let's not rush
into anything.  We only really met properly, what ... eight hours ago. I
know we've done a bunch of things since then – worked out, had sex,
eaten lunch with Doc Steve and Tommy, and climaxed with that tasty
casserole.  So whatever this is, let's take it one step at a time – the
next step being ... rhubarb pie!"

<><> NATE LEARNS FAST <><>

After dinner Nate helped them clear the table and clean up the kitchen.
Then they pushed the table aside so they'd have a clear view of the
television from the couch.  Nate had brought another Tooheys with him from
the kitchen but he set the beer aside when the boys proudly produced an
almost-full bottle of brandy that Will had given them.

"Ooh, good on ya mates, yes please," Nate grinned.  Of course they didn't
have proper brandy glasses so they used three regular tumblers, poured a
little in each and drank a toast ... "To us."

Noah ran back to the kitchen and came back with a tray of coffee.
Everything they did, every little gesture or glance, Nate found charming.
He was reminded of something Adam had told him not long after they first
met and he became Adam's boy.  He would watch him and say, "You know, kid,
I love everything about you, every expression, every move."

At his house, watching TV after dinner, Nate usually sat in the middle of
the couch between Chad and Adam, as their boy.  And now, as they settled on
the couch, Nate sat in the middle between Vic and Noah, his arms spread
along the back of the couch behind the boys.  Nate smiled to himself.
There was something perfectly symmetrical about the two pictures, a natural
progression. And It felt right.

Vic had the remote, and browsed on Netflix until they found an action movie
they all wanted to watch.  The sense of domestic harmony deepened as they
sat drinking coffee, sipping brandy, eyes riveted on the screen.  The boys
gasped and cheered the action and Nate watched the boyish excitement on
their faces.  God, he loved them.  No, wait, not so fast, he told himself.
Too soon to talk of love – just go with the flow, Nate, as he always
did.

As they concentrated on the movie the interactions with each other became
instinctive.  Nate's arms were still stretched along the back of the couch
and his fingers idly stroked the back of their necks.  The boys' own hands
strayed and they each rested a hand on Nate's thigh, squeezing it a little
when the onscreen action got tense.

"He can't get out of this," Noah said of the hero.  "Sure he can, dude.
Just watch ..." "Wow, never saw that one coming."  When the movie ended
with the inevitable fight scene, where the hero improbably demolished ten
of the bad guys single-handedly, the boys cheered and squeezed Nate's thigh
hard."

"Hey, careful, mates, that hurts.  I might be forced to pummel you just
like that guy did."

"Whatever you say, sir," Vic laughed, shedding any trace of his former
shyness.  But when he turned off the TV there was a sudden, apprehensive
silence.  Nate looked at the clock.  "Is that the time?  I've had a really
good time here, mates, but now I'm bushed.  It's been a long day."

The boys shifted uneasily until Nate said, "Er, guys, I really wanted to
leave Adam and Chad alone tonight – it's kind of date night for them.
So, er, is there any chance of me bunking in with you two tonight?"

The boys were suddenly animated.  "Yes please, sir."  Noah said, "We've put
clean sheets on the bed and we're all ready for you."

There was something about their eager preparations to share their bed with
him.  It was almost as though they took sex with him for granted. He sat on
a chair facing them.

"Look, kids, I wanna get a few things straight before we bed down for the
night.  See, I'm not sure what we've got going here, but whatever it is, I
don't want it to be based on sex.  That way we might end up just as fuck
buddies, and I want something more than that.

"So do we, sir ..." Noah said, and looked at Vic for help.

"Thing is, sir," Vic said, "what we really want is to serve you.  We were
excited to be able to serve dinner to you, and we'd like to serve you in
bed too – show you how much we like you."

Nate was about to say he didn't want to be `served' by anyone, but he bit
his tongue.  He realized that what he wanted was beside the point – it
was what the boys wanted that mattered.  This man/boy thing was more
complicated than he first thought.  He had to think first of their needs
and desires, to put himself in their heads.

He realized with sudden clarity that that's what Adam had always done for
him, so Nate knew he could rely on Adam for support and advice.

Another realization hit.  That is what he wanted, to support these kids and
help them achieve what they desired.  They wanted to demonstrate their
affection for him, and if that meant servicing him sexually, then ... hey,
what was wrong with lying in bed and letting these two cute, eager boys do
their thing?  And to his surprise he suddenly felt his cock stiffen in his
shorts.  That clinched it.  "OK, mates, let's hit the sack."

<><> THE BOYS SERVICE THEIR MAN <><>

In the bedroom Nate grinned.  "I always sleep in the buff.  Is naked OK
with you?"

"Yes please, sir," they chorused.  Noah pulled back the bed covers and they
grinned at him.

"Jeez, you guys don't mess around, do you?  OK, mates, I'm in your hands.
Nate kicked off his sneakers, pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts.
Butt naked, he threw himself on the bed and lay on his back, arms bent at
the elbow, hands linked behind his head on the pillow.

When he smiled up at them they could have cum in their shorts, gazing down
at the naked, tanned Aussie jock.  With his arms bent like that his biceps
bulged.  From there their eyes traveled down over his muscled chest and
ripped abs, down the long slim waist and over the tan line to the long cock
standing up straight from a forest of wiry brown pubes.  His muscled thighs
were a testimony to the many barbell squats he had done at the gym.

Even his feet looked sexy to the boys – and to his surprise, that's
where they started.  They knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed,
grinned at each other, then licked the top of his foot, down to the toes
... and sucked the big toe.

"Wow," he laughed.  "I've heard of guys with a foot fetish but this is a
first for me."

"It's not a fetish, sir," Vic said.  "We just wanted to surprise you.  This
is just the start.  We've made plans."

The fact that they had planned all this moved him, as so much about these
eager kids moved him.  And he was surprised at their expertise as their
mouths moved up his body – his shins first, then they bent lower and
kissed his muscled calves.  They licked his solid thighs and reached their
goal of his balls hanging between them.  They feasted on them, licking them
then sucking them in, their faces pressed cheek to cheek.

Nate moaned with pleasure.  He had expected clumsy boyish efforts, but they
had obviously practiced a lot on each other.  And when they left his balls
and started in on his cock, he gasped.  He looked down at the intense faces
as they licked up the length of his cock, then each boy in turn took the
head in his mouth and went down on it.

Time and again Nate almost lost his load in their mouths, but the boy
seemed skilled enough to know when he was reaching his climax and to pull
away and hand off to their buddy.  "You're gonna make me shoot, mates, is
that what you want?"

"No, sir," Noah said.  "We've got other plans."

Leaving his cock they knelt on either side of him and ran their tongues
along the hard ridges of his sixpack abs.  When they reached his pecs they
licked all round them and up the cleft between them.  They smiled at each
other and teased his nipples with their tongues, before pressing their lips
over them and biting them gently.

"Oh, fuck ... man, that gets me going."  Nate pressed his hands on their
heads and pushed their faces down harder on his chest, moaning with a mix
of pain and pleasure.  He was so turned on he grabbed his cock and pounded
it in his fist.

But before he could cum everything suddenly stopped.  The boys got off the
bed and stood on the floor on either side of the bed smiling down at him.
Are you OK, sir?" Vic asked.  "Do you like it so far, sir?" asked Noah.

"You're bloody brilliant, mates.  You've been practicing, right?"

"On each other, sir, but with you it's a whole different thing."

"Only thing is, kids, I don't know how much longer I can hold out.  My
balls are fit to burst."

"Oh, we planned for that too, sir. Leave everything to us."  The boys
turned and smiled at each other ... then kissed.

Nate inhaled sharply.  It was a beautiful sight and probably the moment
when he was sure he wanted these guys.  While they kissed he saw them both
reach down to the night table beside them and, in turn, dip their fingers
in a jar of lube.  Then they reached round behind each other and shoved
their lubed fingers up their buddy's ass.

They broke apart and Vic got on the bed and stood astride Nate's chest.
Noah stood behind him, put his hands on his shoulders and pressed down
slowly. Vic bent his knees and lowered his butt until he felt the tip of
Nate's cock pushing between the cheeks.  Noah shoved down hard on Vic's
shoulders ... and he suddenly sat down on his cock, all the way until he
was sitting on his bushy pubes.  Vic grabbed his own cock and stroked it
hard.

"Aaah ..." Nate sighed, gazing up at Vic, and Noah behind him.  "Yeah,
mate, fuck my dick.  Vic rode the cock for a while, then rose up and
paused, his ass almost clear of the cock.  Noah pressed hard on his
shoulders again, he sat down on Nate's cock and ... "Aaagh."  Vic's cock
erupted in jizz that splashed down on Nate, making him blast a load in the
boy's ass.

Behind him Noah pulled Vic up fast, and he stepped aside to let Noah take
his place.  Noah sat down hard on Nate's cock that spurted another load
deep inside him, as the boy beat his own meat and sprayed more creamy jizz
on the already-cum-soaked Aussie.

Suddenly the only sound in the room was their panting breaths.  Then Nate's
face broke into a broad grin and he chuckled, then laughed out loud.  "Good
on ya, mates, you sure know how to `serve' a guy, as you call it.  Damn
that was hot.  How ya feeling?"

Their sparkling eyes answered for them, then Noah said, "That was the best
sex we ever had, sir, `cos it wasn't just for us, it was for you too."

Nate scooped his fingers through the semen on his chest, then put them in
his mouth.  "Mmm, tastes great.  We should bottle it, kids, and sell it.
We'd make a fortune."

Noah ran to the bathroom and came back with two towels that they used
lovingly to wipe their man clean.  Nate pulled them down on the bed beside
him, propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at them solemnly.

"OK, mates, before we go to sleep together there's one thing I want to get
off my chest.  All this crap you've been going through lately, fighting
with each other `cos you had some cockamamie notion that Brandon liked one
of you more than the other.  You know that's bullshit, right?  Brandon's a
great guy and a fair boss and everyone knows it.

"Well I want it to stop, `cos the best friend you'll ever have is their
best friend lying right next to you now – Noah and Vic.  We'll deal with
all that later, maybe have another session with Doc Steve, the three of us
together.  In the meantime, I want you to promise that if any little
problem flares up between you, you'll tell me about it first."

"We promise, sir," they said together, staring up at him solemnly. "We'll
tell you."

And the great thing was, Nate was sure beyond a doubt that they would.

<><> TIPTOEING INTO THE FUTURE <><>

When the adrenaline stopped racing and their heartbeats slowed they all
realized how exhausted they were.  Nate lay between them and watched their
faces on the pillow as they closed their eyes and fell asleep.

As sleep overcame him he was aware of new feelings he could not identify,
but had a strong sense they would change his life.

They all slept soundly through the night, and next morning it was the smell
of cooked bacon that roused him.  As he opened his eyes the boys came in
with two breakfast trays.  "G'day, mates, he smiled, rubbing the sleep from
his eyes.  So what's this – breakfast in bed?  You sure know how to
treat a bloke."

Vic smiled, "Like you said yesterday, sir, the way to a man's heart is
through his stomach"

"Hey, you kids made a pretty good job of sealing my heart last night, along
with a lot else."

As they ate hungrily Nate pumped them for more information about
themselves, including how often they went out, and how they got around.
Noah explained, "We used to have bikes, sir, when we lived in separate
apartments, but when we decided to live together in just one of the
apartments to save money, we got that little red used pickup you saw
outside."

Vic giggled.  "And when Noah says `used' he means used.  It's got
250-thousand miles on it and keeps stalling.  We keep saying we should ask
Pablo to take a look at it, but, you know, he's always real busy with the
firm's trucks and stuff."

"No worries, mates, I'll talk to Pablo.  There ain't no truck he can't fix,
he's a genius.  See, boys, you said you would serve me last night and you
did – with bells on.  Now it's my turn.  I don't like the word serve,
sounds too much like a master/servant deal, which we definitely ain't.  I
prefer take care of each other.  I can get behind that one, and now it's my
turn to take care of you.

"So, to repay you for last night's dinner I'm gonna treat you to dinner
this evening, either at a restaurant or up at my house, depending on what
Adam and Chad have got going on.  That's if you'd like to.  You don't have
to agree with all my suggestions."

Vic answered for both of them.  "Thank you, sir, we'd like to."

"Good, now what time do you start work?"

"Eight-thirty, sir," Noah said.  "We usually go down and open the office,
put the coffee on, check the overnight voicemails and stuff, and Brandon
and Ryan get there soon after.  Brandon likes the office to be up and
running when the phones start ringing at nine."

"Good, that gives you half an hour and you don't wanna be late.  I heard
that this stupid quarreling affected your work, so I want you to work extra
hard for Brandon to make up for that.  I'll shower back at my house and
leave you kids to get ready.  I've got a lot of thinking to do and several
guys I wanna talk to, but I'll call you later about dinner, OK?"

He pulled on his clothes.  "I just wanna say this, mates.  I'm not sure yet
what's happening here, so I want us to take it one step at a time.  No
point crossing bridges till we come to them.  But I want you to know I had
a terrific time last night, and it wasn't just the sex.  I enjoy your
company – just being with you – and that's even more important.  I
think we got something going here so we'll just relax and see how things
develop, right?"

"Right, sir," they chorused, with bright, hopeful smiles that moved him.
There's that compassion thing again, he thought to himself, as he hugged
them both and left the room.

<><> NATE TALKS TO ADAM <><>

When Brandon came into the office he noticed a difference right away.  As
Noah and Vic looked up and smiled, "Good morning, sir," they were
positively glowing.

Brandon poured himself a cup of coffee and smiled playfully.  "Didn't
expect you in so early.  Rumor has it that you two hooked up with Nate and
invited him to dinner ... and he, er, spent the night.  I thought you might
still be a little tied up."

"Oh it was nothing like that, sir," Noah said hastily.  "Sure we had sex,
but we loved just hanging out with him.  Nate says that enjoying our
company and just being together was even more important than sex."

Brandon smiled and suspected that in the coming days he would hear the
phrase `Nate says' often.  "I wasn't prying, dudes – what you do outside
the office is no business of mine.  But I'm glad you had a good time and
the only thing I'll add is that Nate is a terrific guy."

"Sir," Vic said, "we want to say sorry for the way we let our own trouble
affect our work lately.  Nate says he wants us to work extra hard to make
up for that."

The boys' bright-eyed eagerness moved Brandon almost as much as it had
Nate.  He grinned, "Well in that case we better do just what Nate says, eh?
Let's get to work, guys."

Meanwhile, Nate's reception when he got to his house was similarly
enthusiastic.  Adam and Chad were having a late breakfast, as Chad wasn't
due at his hospital until noon, and Adam was off for a couple of days
before a five-day tour of duty working flights to Sydney and back.

"G'day, mate," Adam said.  "Hey, you look like you just won the lottery.
Stand back, I don't wanna get singed by that glow you got going."

Nate laughed.  "Not the lottery, but I have a feeling I won something.  I'm
just not sure what."

"Dude, we hope we didn't chase you out of the house last night.  Sure, Chad
and me had a sorta date night, but you know you don't have to leave because
of that.  You're our family.  Anyway, pull up a chair and have some
breakfast, there's plenty left."

"I already had breakfast, and a cooked one too."

Chad grinned.  "Wow, dare we ask?"

"As a matter of fact, guys, you know those two shy boys who work for
Brandon in the office – Vic and Noah?  Well they invited me to dinner in
their little apartment over the office.  So one thing led to another and
... well, I slept over and this morning they brought me breakfast in bed."

"Breakfast in bed, eh?" Adam chuckled. "Sounds serious.  But you can't just
say `one thing led to another'. There's a lot more to it than that I
reckon. You wanna tell us the whole story, mate?"

Nate looked relieved.  "Yeah, I really need to, Adam.  I'm feeling a whole
jumble of new emotions and I need your advice.  "So, you know I had a
shrink session yesterday morning with Doc Steve, and that's where it all
began – in his basement gym ..."

And so the whole story came out – the workout and sex with Tommy and the
boys in the gym – the lunch and getting to know the boys – inviting
himself to dinner at their place – the preparations they made that moved
him so much – their need to `serve' him sexually.  He described being
moved by so much that they did, even the way they looked at him and
blushed, and the sight of their sleeping faces on the pillow beside him.

"So there you are, guys – and the breakfast was delicious, by the way."

Adam smiled.  "That's quite a story."  He reached over and squeezed his
hands.  "Good on ya, mate.  I think I know what might be happening here and
I couldn't be more pleased.  I saying to Chad recently that you've grown
into such a fine young man that you're ready for something more – like
more responsibility – but I just couldn't imagine quite what."

"But it's come on so quick that it knocked me sideways," Nate said.  "I
feel, I dunno, elated and scared at the same time.  When the boys look up
at me with those big eager eyes, I feel this ... this kinda compassion for
them, like I need to protect them.  This morning when I was telling them I
wanted them to patch up their quarrels and work hard, it felt almost like
... like ..."

"Like a dad talking to his boys?" Chad said.  "In my hospital work, Nate, I
see compassion every day in many different forms.  But one element that's
always there is love.  I believe there's a very fine line between love and
compassion.  They overlap, merge into the same thing."

"'Course," Nate said, "I don't feel like their dad – more like a big
brother.  But are you saying that what I'm feeling for those kids is love,
sir?  You hear that?  I rarely call you guys `sir' anymore, but now I feel
like a boy asking his man for advice – advice about giving advice to his
own boys."  He frowned and shook his head.  "See what I mean, sirs?  I am
real confused."

Adam smiled, "No worries mate, let's try and keep it simple.  I believe Doc
Steve would tell you that where emotions like love and compassion are
concerned you can't work it out with reason and logic, like a mathematical
equation ending with Q.E.D.  You have to ease into the emotion and let it
take you wherever it leads – like feeling your way into a dark room, one
step at a time.  Hey, you've only known these kids for a day and a night."

Chad said.  "So, Nate, as a first step, how about inviting the boys here
for dinner this evening?"

Nate smiled with relief.  "I had told the boys I would give them dinner
tonight, either at a restaurant or up here."

Chad frowned in thought.  "They would most likely feel intimidated meeting
Adam and me, so it might be a good idea if you suggested they help you
prepare the dinner in our kitchen.  They would love working with you, and
maybe feel more like part of the family, rather than nervous guests sitting
there trying to think of something to say."

Nate agreed and Adam said with a gleaming smile, "So it's settled, mate.
As we all get better acquainted with each other, maybe some of the pieces
will fall into place.  Er, you mentioned that they wanted to take care of
you and now you, in turn, want to take care of them.  So I suggest you get
started and do something right away.  I mean, when they talked to you,
maybe they mentioned some specific need they have?"

"Too right, mate, and I know just what that is.  Thanks guys, it's great
being able to run all this by you.  It's exactly what I needed."

"It's what we're here for, kiddo.  `Cos don't forget, whatever happens, I'm
your mate and always will be – even if you end up with boys of your own.
I've got your back, kid – we Aussies have to stick together."

<><> NATE TALKS TO PABLO <><>

As Nate drove away he felt different – bigger somehow, more confident in
himself.  He had a real sense of purpose, doing something for these boys
who depended on him.  He was on a mission.  He drove straight to the
construction site where he knew he would find Pablo.  The chief mechanic
was working, as usual, with his young assistant Ben, both of them with
their oil-streaked faces under the hood of a truck.

Pablo looked up and grinned that roguish smile that his dad Randy always
found so sexy.  "Hey, Nate.  We don't often see your cheerful Aussie face
round here.  What's up?  Something you need."

"G'day, Pablo – hi Ben.  Well, not something I need exactly, but two
other guys do.  Yesterday I, er, I met those kids from the office Noah and
Vic."

"Yeah, yeah we know all about that," Pablo chuckled.  "Ryan in the office
told Darius, who told Ben here, and ... well you know how that goes.  And
it sure sounds more than just I met ...  Dinner, breakfast in bed, it don't
get much cozier than that, eh?  And now you wanna do something for them, I
totally get it, dude.  Let me guess.  That little ol' truck of theirs?"
Nate chuckled, "Nothing much gets past you, mate, does it.  Yeah, actually,
I said I'd speak to you `cos they're a bit nervous about asking you again.
Seems the thing keeps stalling and ..."

"Ah, stop right there, buddy.  The thing's a piece of junk.  The mileage
is, what, 250-thou?  And it's an old bone-shaker.  I could have Ben take a
look at it, but if he fixed one thing some other rusty ol' part would fuck
up next week.  It belongs in a junk yard."

Nate looked crestfallen but Pablo smiled, "But as you Aussies say, `no
worries, mate'.  I might have the answer.  See, a few days ago I was at the
dealership we use all the time – we're his best customer, all the trucks
and vehicles we buy there.  So the manager turned me onto a great deal –
an SUV he wants to unload.  It's real sweet – a midnight blue Nissan
Rogue."

"Whoa, aren't they a bit pricey?"

"But wait, there's more," Pablo grinned, like a TV pitchman.  "See, he's
been using this one as a courtesy car, shuttling customers to and from the
dealership.  So it's like new, with not much over a thousand miles on the
clock, but he has to sell it as a used car.  And since it's me," Pablo
said, preening a little, "he'd give me an incredible deal.  Would you be
interested, for your ... for these boys?"

"Too right, mate.  How do I go about it?"

"Tell you what.  The guy to talk to is Bob.  He handles all our financing,
car loans, insurance and shit.  He knows the dealership manager real well
and, hell, you know Bob, he can charm the birds out of the trees.  Tell him
I already looked under the hood and absolutely vouch for the car.  He'll
call the manager and I guarantee he'll close a deal you won't believe."

Nate grabbed Pablo's hand and shook it hard.  "Good on ya mate, I really
appreciate this."

Pablo pulled him into a tight hug.  "Ah, no problem, dude.  It's all in the
family.  And, er, good luck with those kids.  I hear there's a lot more to
them under those blushes.  Looks like a great fit to me.  And I'll tell you
something ... when I asked Tyler to become my boy it changed my life as
much as his.  Made be grow up and become the magnificent specimen you see
before you."

Pablo roared with laughter at his own joke, then Nate left him and Ben with
their heads back under the hood of the truck.

<><> NATE TALKS TO BOB <><>

Next stop Bob.  Nate found him at home in the Boss House in the tribe's
compound, and he poked his head round the door of Bob's home office.
"Sorry to interrupt, sir, but can you spare me a minute?"

Bob, wearing his usual blue jeans and V-neck white T-shirt, looked from his
desk and smiled.  "Nate – good to see you, come on in and take a seat.
Actually I was kind of expecting you."

"You were, sir?"

Bob chuckled.  "Never underestimate the tribe's grapevine, Nate.  Brandon
told Will and he told the twins and they told me ... well, you know how
that goes.  I was very happy to hear about you spending the night with Noah
and Vic.  Suddenly a light went on in my brain, a light I should have seen
sooner.  Of course, it's early days yet ... what, barely twenty-four hours?
But sometimes events overtake us."

"Yes, sir, but on Adam's advice I'm taking it one step at a time."

"Very wise.  And I assume I'm part of the next step.  I'm glad you came."

"You see, sir, it's about the boys' old truck.  I came straight here from
talking to Pablo and ..."  Nate explained the whole issue and Bob listened
thoughtfully.

Bob said, "You know, in the past Pablo has got into a lot of trouble.  He
was something of a confused young man until he met Tyler and made him his
boy.  That changed Pablo overnight into a much more generous and mature
guy, as you experienced just now.

"It was good of him to offer that suggestion and it sounds like a good one.
I'll certainly follow up with the dealership and I'm sure we can come up
with a good deal.  I can get a low-interest car loan from our bank, er, but
I do have one question, and a suggestion of my own.  Whose name will be on
the loan?"

"Oh, er, mine I guess, sir.  I don't imagine the guys have much of a credit
record."

"I think you're right about that, Nate, but if you take my advice the boys
should take out the loan, with you as co-signing guarantor.  I'm sure the
bank will go for that, and it will be good for the boys to be responsible
for the payments, plus it'll help them build their own credit rating.  I'll
make sure the monthly payments are low and I'm absolutely sure they'll
manage them, knowing you are depending on them.

"Sir, that sounds brilliant.  You have so much experience about men and
their boys, and I have so much to learn.  It's a huge boost to have the
tribe rooting for us."

"That's only natural, Nate – it's all in the family.  Give me half an
hour to call the bank then the dealership, then I'll run you up there
myself.  You obviously should see the car first.  Plus, it's time I made
another trip to the manager, schmooze a little and keep him on our side."

"I don't think you'll have any problem with that, sir," Nate smiled
playfully."

Bob stood up and opened his arms.  Nate fell into them and felt the
muscular arms fold round him.  "I know it's early days yet, Nate, as I
said, but I'm so glad the way things are going.  And I'm sure Adam is
mighty proud of you.  It's happy events like this that keep the tribe
strong – families within a family.

<><> HELP FROM CHEF WILL <><>

Things went like clockwork at the dealership where, not unexpectedly, Bob
had the manager eating out of his hand.  Bob had a guarantee of financing
from the bank, provided there were three signatures on the loan agreement
– Vic's, Noah's and Nate's.  Nate loved the look of the car, which, as
Pablo had said, looked like new.  And best of all, the manager agreed to
let Nate test drive it until tomorrow, when all the paperwork would be
completed.

Bob shook hands all round, then drove off in his Mercedes.  Nate followed
in the SUV and when he got back to the compound he went straight to the
office.  The boys' faces lit up when Nate came in and he ruffled their
hair.

"Sorry to interrupt your work, Brandon, but I have something to show Noah
and Vic when you can spare them."

Brandon said, "You could take your lunch break now, boys.  No more than an
hour, though, I want the payroll finished by the end of the day."  His
voice was stern but there was a twinkle in his eye as he looked at Nate.
The boys signed out of their computers and followed Nate out of the office.

They followed him through the gate and he smiled, "Here's what I wanted to
show you kids."

"Wow," Vic said, "that's a beaut.  You bought a new car, sir?"

"No, you did.  It's not mine, it's yours." They gaped, speechless, as he
explained everything that had happened.  "Pablo said your old truck was on
its last gasp – only good for the junk heap.  Don't worry, I didn't buy
the new car for you.  The loan's in your name, real low payments – and
I'll help if you have any trouble."

They took it out for a short drive, first Vic then Noah proudly at the
wheel, and when they got back the boys gushed their thanks.  "Is there
anything we can do for you, sir?"

"As a matter of fact there is.  Adam and Chad would love you to come to the
house for dinner this evening, but there's a catch.  They don't want to
cook and I wondered if you could help me in the kitchen to prepare dinner.
I know that's a weird kind of backhanded invitation, but ..."

"Of course we can, sir, we'd love to," Noah said.  "Come on, let's go ask
Will to suggest a menu."

Nate found himself following the boys across the garden into the main
kitchen where Will was working alone, in his dark green apron, as always..
"Dude," Vic blurted out, "Adam and Chad have invited us to dinner up at
their place and Nate wants us help him to cook it.  Can you suggest a
not-too-hard menu?"

"Sure can," Will said, "but you think that old truck of yours will make it
up the hill?"  He winked at Nate who guessed that by now everyone knew the
whole story.

"Maybe not," said Noah smugly, "but it don't have to.  See, we've got a new
car, a gorgeous dark blue SUV."

"No kidding, dudes.  It's about time you got rid of that clapped out old
relic, it was about to fall apart anyway.  I'll go take a look when I go on
break.  OK, now let me see ..."  Will opened the fridge and searched.
"Here are some great salmon steaks.  How about baked salmon, spinach and
baked potatoes.  You know how to bake potatoes, don't you?"

"Duh, we lived on them before we came to live here."

"There'll be five of you, right?  You don't wanna spend all night in the
kitchen so how about I give you these little flans for the first course and
these fruit tarts for dessert, all different flavors?  All you have to do
is warm them up and serve them with ice-cream or yoghurt.  Oh, and here's a
big ol' bone you can take to Molly."

As he watched them Nate was moved again, not for the first time.  And it
wasn't just the eagerness in his boys' faces (his boys?) it was the
unhesitating encouragement and help Will gave them – just like the
instant help Nate had got from Adam and Chad, Brandon, Pablo and Bob,
making everything come together so quickly.  He realized for the first time
how supportive and generous the tribe was, all rallying to help the excited
youngsters.

"You got time for a quick bit of lunch, guys, before you get back to that
slave-driver Brandon?"

The boys accepted eagerly but Nate said, "Thanks, Will, I should get back
up to the house.  So, are you boys OK to bring all the supplies up in your
new car?  Try to get there around six so we don't have to rush."

They both hugged him happily, eyes shining, and as Will saw him out Nate
said quietly, "Thanks a bunch, mate, you're a real pal.  This means a lot,
dude."

"I know it does, Nate, and it means everything to those sweet guys, they're
over the moon. I remember how I felt when I first became the twins' boy.
Congratulations, Nate, I hope it all works out.  Looks to me like a perfect
match.  As for thanking me, no need, dude.  Anything for family eh?"

"Now where have I heard that before?" Nate chuckled.

<><> "BOYS, MEET ADAM" <><>

And so it was that a brand new-looking SUV drove up the hill the short
distance to the big house with lush wisteria hanging like eyebrows over the
door and windows.  The boys pulled out bags of food and supplies and Nate
met them at the door. "Bring all that through to the kitchen, boys."

As they stowed all the food, Nate said, "I've been making all kinds of
plans in my mind, kids – you know, just kicking ideas around.
Fr'instance, I really want you to get to know my best buddy Jamie, `cos we
go back a long way. He has a real special relationship with that gorgeous
cop Mark – kinda unique.

"They're a beautiful couple, way sexy, and they have a beach shack in the
dunes up the coast, where Jamie loves to go surfing.  It's where I first
met Jamie and Mark years ago – they were having sex on the beach, and I
watched from the dunes," Nate chuckled.

"Who knows, maybe we can take a trip up there.  Hey, we could all go
together – you know, us three, the cop and the surfer.  I know Mark and
Jamie would like you – I want us all to be friends.  But there I go,
getting ahead of myself when we're s'posed to be taking it one step at a
time.  OK, first things first – come and meet Adam."

Nate took them out to the garden and they saw a tall dark man pruning the
bushes, lit by the late afternoon sun.  He wore black jeans and a white
dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and unbuttoned most of the way down,
hanging open over his muscled chest.  He looked up and his chiseled
square-jawed features broke into a gleaming smile.

Nate said proudly, "Adam, this is Vic and Noah.  Guys, meet my man Adam."

"G'day mates," Adam said in his deep Aussie drawl.  They shyly held out
their hands but he pulled them both into a hug.  "We never really met
before, though we've glimpsed each other across the crowd.  Nate has told
me so much about you – all of it good.

"Oops here comes someone else to greet you."  Big shaggy Molly bounded up
to them and slobbered over them.  "Down, girl.  Guys, this here is Molly,
always the star of the show.  And Chad will be home from his hospital
shortly.  But before anything else I gotta apologize for that kinda
lopsided invitation asking you to cook and all ... oh, which reminds me.
Wait here."

Adam ran into the house and came out with a folded piece of cloth, and
shook out a bright yellow apron.  "Chad and I bought three of these.  See
all the houses in the tribe lay claim to their own color for their aprons,
and we thought yellow matched the spirit of this house.  They're yours if
you want to wear them.  They'll look terrific on you."

"Thank you, sir," they chorused.  Their faces lit up with pleasure and they
hid their blushes by looking around the garden.  Adam said softly to Nate,
"I see what you mean about them, Nate, they're adorable.  Good on ya mate.
And we're gonna have a great time this evening.  Be interesting to see
where it all leads."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 559


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