Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2021 22:13:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 560  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 560 by Rob Williams

Chapter 560 – "MARK & JAMIE – COP, JOCK & TACKLE"

IN THIS CHAPTER

The cop Mark, and his surfer boy Jamie, take the hot Aussie Nate and his
new boys Vic & Noah to a beach shack in the remote dunes. The rugged cop is
charmed by the innocence of the young boys. Then, after Mark's intense talk
with Jamie, their muscle-crunching work-out on the beach turns into
foreplay, and the athletic young jock ends up stretched on a bench offering
his ass to the naked cop.
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<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

The cheerful, happy-go-lucky Nate had taken a strong liking to shy boys Vic
and Noah, the newcomers to the tribe.  And the boys were entranced by the
sexy young Aussie, with his friendly attitude, tanned good looks and ripped
physique.

In the course of only a few days they had grown more intimate.  Nate took
the boys to meet his little family – his rugged fellow-Aussie Adam and
Adam's lover the handsome doctor Chad.  The boys watched awestruck as the
two top-men challenged each other to an arm-wrestling contest, where the
loser ended up bound and helpless at the mercy of the victor.

Adam and Chad took it for granted that Vic and Noah would become Nate's
boys.  So finally Nate asked the big question: "Let's cut to the chase
here, boys.  Would you like to join our family?"

The boys' hearts missed a beat.  Vic said, "You mean, as your boys, sir?"

Nate smiled, "Kind of, but I don't care for the labels blokes put on things
– all this master and boy stuff.  Some of the guys here are obvious
masters, but that's not me.  Still, I do have a lot more experience than
you, so I feel more like a big brother to you guys.  We all had a great
time in bed together last night but I don't want our relationship to be
based only on sex.  We could end up just as fuck buddies, and I want
something more than that.


"Even after such a short time I know I love you, and I want to guide you
through the ups and downs of life.  I'd want you to follow my guidance, do
what I tell you too, but always feel free to object if it doesn't feel
right.  That responsibility makes me feel more like a man, and I hope it
doesn't make you feel subservient in any way.  That's the last thing I
want."

The boys beamed and Vic said, "We know what you're saying, sir, and it
sounds just right." Noah added, "Neither of us ever had a big brother to
depend on."

"Well you do now, boys," Nate grinned, "and I never had a kid brother to
look after.  So, it sounds like we got ourselves a deal, mates.  And here's
my first suggestion.  We've all just had a pretty wild sexual experience
with Adam and Chad, so tonight I'd like us just to sleep together.  You
know, cuddle and fall asleep, no sex.  Could you go for that?"

"Yes, sir," Vic said.  "We'd like that a lot," Noah added.

As they lay in bed together Nate said, "Actually, I've been making all
kinds of plans in my mind, kids – 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 kinda unique relationship with that gorgeous cop Mark.  Jamie
still calls Mark `sir' that'll never change, but by now they're more like
good buddies, not master and boy anymore.

"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."  Nate chuckled. "They were having sex on the
beach, and I watched from the dunes.

"Who knows, maybe we can take a trip up there.  Hey, we could all go
together – us three, the cop and the surfer.  I know Mark and Jamie
would like you – I want us all to be friends."

So Nate put the wheels in motion.  Next day he conferred with Mark and
Jamie, and it was actually Mark who suggested that Nate and the boys join
them on their upcoming trip to the dunes.  And Bob, their boss in the
business office, readily agreed to giving the boys time off.

Next day there was a small crowd to see them off.  Mark shook hands with
Bob and Randy, the tribe's leaders.  Randy said, "Take care of them big
guy.  Those kids are precious and Nate's gonna need all our support.  It's
great to see little families form like this.  Thanks for taking them with
you, they'll have a blast."

Vic and Noah were surrounded by a small knot of boys, their status in the
tribe enhanced by becoming Nate's boys, as everyone called it, ignoring the
nuances of `brothers', `buddies' or any other label.  `Nate's boys' sounded
better.  Front and center was Eddie of course, with last-minute advice for
the boys.

"Dudes, I've lent Nate one of my cameras so make sure he uses it.  It's
only fair that the rest of us get to see all the action at the shack up
there.  The cop and his surfer are one of the hottest sights in the tribe
when they get going – working out, fucking, even just jogging along the
beach looking totally macho and gorgeous.  And later I wanna interview you
for my documentary, so remember everything you see up there – as if you
could forget," he grinned.

Finally Mark said, "OK, guys, time to hit the road."  In Mark's big truck
Jamie sat next to him in front, while Nate sat between Noah and Vic behind
them.  Mark was wearing his black ribbed T-shirt that Jamie found so sexy.

Behind them the new boys were tense with excitement and anticipation.  Nate
spread his arms behind them on the seat and smiled, "Relax, kids, this is
where the fun begins.  We're in good hands with Mark and Jamie, two of the
sexiest guys you'll ever see fucking on a beach ... and a whole lot more."

========= CHAPTER 560 =========

<><> SURF'S UP <><>

On prior trips up the coast to the shack in the Guadalupe Dunes, there was
always a sense of anticipation, but this time it was more highly charged.

The cop Mark and his surfer boy Jamie were fervent lovers who had long
since become solid buddies, much more than master and boy.  But this trip
they felt the added responsibility of bringing along Jamie's long-time
buddy Nate and two inexperience young men Vic and Noah.

Nate had only just taken the boys under his wing as a big brother, and Mark
and Jamie were well aware of the challenges and pit-falls of such a
relationship.  So they were determined to offer the trio as much support as
possible.

The cheerful young Aussie Nate felt the challenge even more keenly, along
with intense affection for the kids, and the excitement of introducing them
to a whole new world and broadening the horizons of their previously
secluded lives.

As for the boys, they had found their own little slice of heaven, sitting
here between the man they idolized, behind his surfer jock buddy, and the
blond cop that a lot of the boys in the tribe called, with good reason,
`the most beautiful cop in the world'.

As they sped north on the coast road, with the sparkling Pacific on the
left side and sloping foothills on the right, their excited comments made
the other three men see the familiar landscape through new eyes.  It
occurred to Mark that this might be a learning experience for them all.

With Nate's playful Aussie sense of humor he kept the boys entertained with
stories about previous trips, such as the one that was something of a
legend in the tribe.  Nate said, with a conspiratorial wink at Jamie in the
rearview mirror, "Kids, we're coming up to a very special place that is
famous in the tribe."

"Oh," said Noah, "you mean where Mark pulls off the highway and drives
Jamie to a private place where he fucks him on the tailgate of the truck?

"Hey, kid," Nate protested, "you killed my punchline."

"But all the boys in the tribe know the story, sir.  You mean it's not
true?"

"He's got you there, Nate," Mark grinned, amused by Noah's candid
simplicity.

"Well," Nate blustered ... "well sure it's true, mate.  I just didn't know
you'd heard it already."

"Oh yes, sir," Vic said, coming to the support of his friend.  "Eddie told
us, and lots of other stories too.  He said it's important we know the
history of the tribe, so we don't put our foot in it.  But I guess Noah
just did."

"No sweat, boys," Jamie laughed.  "That'll teach Nate not to keep churning
out old stories."

Vic soldiered on.  "Actually, sir, Eddie said he wants to get that on video
as it's such a legend in the tribe.  He's given Nate one of his cameras to
film any hot action that happens.  If you wanna pull off the road and do
it, sir, Nate could film it for Eddie."

"Thanks for the tip, Noah, but not this trip," Mark smiled.  "It's a
tempting thought to be in the movies but I want to get you guys to the
dunes pronto."  Jamie smiled at Mark, who usually had the tough attitude of
a cop but had now been so charmed by the boys' innocence that he was
careful not to hurt their feelings.

But at last, the turnoff to Guadalupe came in sight and Mark left the
freeway and followed the long two-lane road from the village all the way to
the dunes.  They could hear the waves breaking on the shore as Mark turned
off the road and followed a sandy track behind the dunes, coming to a halt
behind their shack.

Jamie jumped out, opened the rear door and said, "Come on guys.  We'll
unload the gear later.  I want you to get your first look at the beach.  He
led them round the side of the shack and the boys gasped at the sight of
the long empty beach disappearing into a mist of sea-spray several miles
away.

"There's nobody here," Vic said wide-eyed.

"Only us," Jamie smiled.  "That's the beauty of it.  It's always deserted.
Several miles further north there's a parking lot where the tourists and
locals go, but this spot is hard to get to, as you saw, with no parking, no
concessions.  Our little shack is all there is, apart from a cabin owned by
our buddy Zack a few miles down the beach.

"Yeah," Nate said.  "The place has quite a history.  In the 1930's and 40's
a ramshackle group of hippy-types called the Dunites – blokes like
artists, writers and such – formed a community here, and a few shacks
remain."

"Here endeth the history lesson," said Mark coming up behind them.  "These
boys are probably more interested in the immediate future – such as
unloading the truck."

"OK, sir," Vic said and the two boys ran back to the truck.

"Damn I didn't mean that as an order to your boys, Nate.  I don't want them
to think they have to serve us while we're up here."

"No worries, sir.  I told them that before, but they said they wanted to.
I think it's their way of feeling a useful part of the group.  I have to
work on their self-esteem, make them realize they're valued for what they
are, not for how well they can serve others.  Come on Jamie, let's give
them a hand."

Mark suddenly appreciated the special way a man Like Adam felt having a boy
who in turn had his own boy, as most of the other senior men had.  Like Bob
with the twins and Will – Zack,

Darius and Ryan – Randy, Pablo and Tyler – and now Adam, Nate and
these kids.  He had talked about this with Bob and Randy who wondered when
Jamie would get around to finding a boy of his own, an idea that Mark had
mixed feelings about, and intended to discuss with Jamie.

But his attention was drawn back to the activity behind him as the four
guys hauled their gear and supplies into the shack.  It was surprisingly
roomy inside, with a decent bedroom and large bed.  It was, more
accurately, a cabin, having been upgraded over the years since the
primitive days of the Dunites, and now had proper plumbing and electricity
laid on.

It had a long shady porch along the front where Mark slumped in one of the
Adirondack chairs, suddenly feeling weary after the long drive and the
twelve-hour shift he had put in yesterday patrolling the streets on his
motorcycle.

When their gear hand been stowed and the food packed in the small fridge,
Jamie and Nate came round from the truck with their surfboards. They stood
the boards on end and began waxing them, watched intently by Noah and Vic.

"Damn," Jamie said, "will you look at that surf, Nate?  Nigh on perfect."
He looked at the clouds scudding across the sky and felt the stiff breeze.
But it won't last, the wind will drop as it gets warmer and the waves will
calm down in about an hour."

"Nate grinned, "So speaks the long-time surfer dude.  You're the expert,
it's why they put you in charge of the surfer action on Grady's movie."

Mark had listened to all this and said, "Guys why don't you take the boards
out now, I can tell you're itching to.  I wanna relax for a while over a
beer, with Vic and Noah for company.  Time we got to know each other
better.  And let's get out of these damn clothes."

They all went into the shack and changed into beach wear.  Mark stripped
down to a blue Speedo, Jamie and Nate were in the red lifeguard shorts they
wore working on the movie, and the boys wore the boardshorts Randy had
given them that hung a bit loose on them, making them all the more charming
for that.

Mark took three beers out to the patio, sat down and invited Noah and Vic
to join him in the other two chairs.  "We'll just kick back with a couple
a' beers, kids, and watch these two jocks show off riding the waves.  Go
and strut your stuff, dudes, and take care out there."

<><> MARK & THE BOYS CHILL <><>

The boys sat down a bit nervously, finding themselves alone with the
dominant muscle-god cop. But surprisingly they weren't the only ones who
were nervous.  Mark was too.  Most of the time he was a stern,
authoritarian cop, hardened by years patrolling the rough streets of Los
Angeles where he had to be the dominant man on the block.

At home he got on well with his own kind – the other macho senior men of
the tribe like Bob, Randy and Zack.  He was usually at ease talking to the
senior boys, too, like Darius, Pablo, Bob's twins and, of course, Jamie his
lover.  But he never communicated much with the junior boys, with whom he
had little in common, and they tended to look on him with awe and some
degree of intimidation.

Which is how Vic and Noah felt now – and Mark too.  He had glibly told
Nate that he wanted to get to know them better, but now he wasn't sure how
to approach them.  There seemed to be such a gulf between the inexperienced
young boys and the macho cop.

As they drank beer, Mark said, "So, er, what do you think of this place,
boys?"

"It's beautiful, sir," Vic said haltingly.  Noah added, "We never spent
much time at the beach before, sir."

There was an uneasy silence, which Vic eventually broke by admitting,
"Actually, sir, we're feeling a bit nervous right now."

Mark chuckled.  "Join the club, guys.  Tell you the truth I'm a bit out of
my depth here.  I haven't spent much time with the junior boys of the tribe
and I might come across as a bit stern.  I don't have that happy-go-lucky
sense of fun that Nate has."

Vic was becoming bolder as Mark spoke.  "Oh we get tons of that from Nate,
sir.  We really like being here with you, sir, and we got boners, but Nate
said it's OK to have a boner with a hot guy `cos it's a compliment to the
guy."

"Well he's right about that, kiddo, and I thank you for the compliment."

The ice was broken and from then on they settled down with each other.
Noah asked, still rather shyly, "What's it like to be a cop, sir?"

Mark chuckled, "Well, Noah, it depends on the day – one day can be quite
calm, even boring, and the next full of incident."

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Vic asked.

It was a loaded question a more experienced boy would never have asked so
bluntly, but Vic's very naivete endeared him to Mark, who answered
carefully.  "There are times where I've had to draw my gun as a threat, but
if a cop has to shoot it's to disable, not kill.  Any cop would tell you
it's a real tense, split-second moment, though.  Er, have you guys ever met
a cop?"

Vic grinned.  "We did once, sir, when we were out riding our bikes and Noah
hit the curb and fell off.  I panicked and bent down to check on him.  A
passing cop car stopped and an officer got out to see if we needed help. He
checked Noah out but he was only grazed and stunned.  We told the cop we
lived close by and he told us to walk our bikes home and for Noah to get
some bed-rest in case of delayed shock."

"He was very nice," Noah said. "but not drop-dead gorgeous like you, sir
... we didn't get stiffies like we do with you, sir.  I think a stiffy
helps when you're talking to a cop, don't you?"

Mark wanted to throw his arms round these innocent wide-eyed kids, and
understood why Nate had taken to them so strongly.  But he simply smiled,
"Yeah, I guess it might help.  Cops get to help people like that guy did,
along with the rough stuff on the streets.  I must say that most days when
I've had that bike throbbing between my legs I can't wait to get home to
Jamie, and find him waiting for me, naked on the bed."

Noah said, "We think you and Jamie are such a hot couple, sir. You ... you
kind of fit together, you know what I mean?"

"I know exactly what you mean, Noah.  Just look at him out there on his
board at the top of a wave.  All over the world guys have an idea what a
tanned California surfer looks like – what's called an iconic look.
When I first met him he was a different guy though, a street punk running
wild and getting into trouble with his pal Larry. They came across Pablo
and tried to beat him up – good luck with that one – then I showed up
and was gonna arrest them for assault.

"But instead we put them to work at the compound and I saw something in
Jamie that kinda interested me.  He thought of himself as a ladies' man, a
fuck stud, and boasted about the number of women he'd had.  But he didn't
fool me.  On a hunch, I took Jamie with me on a trip up here to the beach.
We stopped off in a motel and Jamie saw a blousy girl who worked there and
went off to fuck with her.

"I guess he struck out, `cos he came back with a deflated ego.  By that
time I was asleep, stretched out naked on the bed, moonlight shining
through the open window.  He told me later that, standing at the half-open
door, he jacked off looking at me.  He still carried on the pretense that
he wasn't interested in me until we got to the beach and he was showing off
on a surfboard.

"He was lousy at it, nothing like the expert he is now.  Anyway he fell off
the board, took in a lot of water and nearly drowned.  I carried him ashore
and gave him the kiss of life, that we cops are all trained in.  When he
came to, my lips were on his, he gazed into my eyes ... and kissed me even
harder.  Soon after that he became my boy – and the rest is history."

Mark stopped suddenly and realized the boys were staring at him
open-mouthed, drinking in his story.  "Damn, there I go spilling all the
beans about our private moment.  Huh, not so private I guess, once Eddie
posted the story on the grapevine."

"But coming from you, sir, it's an awesome story," Vic said.

"Not the first story you've heard since you met the tribe, I bet."

"Oh no, sir, we heard a lot of stuff, and seen stuff too.  Fr'instance,
we'd only been working in the office a few days when Brandon sent us across
to the Boss House and we saw Randy coming home in a rage about something.
He met Bob on the lawn, threw him down, pinned him to the ground and fucked
him real rough, sir."

"Yeah," Mark said, `that's how he vents his rage with a savage fuck of Bob,
or sometimes Pablo in his trailer office at work.  It's fine if Bob gets
off on it, but if it's forced, that's another story."  Mark's voice had
deepened to a growl and his fists clenched, making the boys realize how
protective he was of Bob.

Now that the boys were off and running they poured out many of the other
experiences they'd had since joining the tribe, and how it all turned them
around from "just friends" to lovers.  Their eyes sparkled as they
described meeting Nate and how thrilled they were now to be his boys.

Their breathless eagerness and youthful innocence charmed Mark and he
understood the strong affection that Nate had for these kids, and why he
wanted to nurture and protect them.  "Did he tell you that it was right
here that Jamie and I first met Nate?"

"Oh yes, sir," Noah said, "and seeing the place where it happened makes it
even more sexy." Vic took up the tale.  "Nate told us he was living in
Australia and had come to Southern California alone on vacation.  He was
feeling a bit lonely tramping through the dunes when he heard voices."

"Yeah," Noah said, "and when he looked over the top of the dunes he saw you
and Jamie working out in front of the shack with gym equipment you had up
here."  The boys' eyes gleamed as Vic described the big finish.  "Nate said
he couldn't believe it when the workout got sexual, and he jerked off
watching you fuck Jamie on a bench."

"Whenever Eddie tells that story," Vic added, "he always ends up saying he
wished he had it on film for his documentary."

Mark smiled, "Well, maybe that'll happen someday. After all, it's not
unusual for us to work out together and end up fucking. But out here in
this glorious place under the hot sun with seagulls circling overhead it
was even more sexy. See, kids, for Jamie surfing is an adrenaline rush.  He
gets so stoked that he likes to work out afterwards to come down off the
high."

"Will he want that this time, sir?" asked Noah, longing to see the two
gorgeous bodies in action.

"Maybe so.  I should probably get out the equipment in case he does.  I
could use some exercise myself after sitting in that truck for so long."

"Can we help you, sir?"

"Sure, thanks, that'd be good.  It's all stored in the shed round the
back."

The boys followed him behind the shack and helped him pull out pieces of
gym equipment.  Mark was amused to see them compete by lifting the heaviest
weights they could.  "You guys have put on some muscle since you joined the
tribe.  Randy been coaching you in the gym?"

"Yes, sir," said Vic proudly.  "We were scared he would fuck us at the end,
like the boys said he does, but when he did we liked it a lot."  Noah
giggled, "Sometimes we think it's the main reason we go there."

Again Mark was struck by their complete candor, no matter what the subject.
It was something they had in common with Nate, but for different reasons.
Nate's openness came from his natural confidence and Aussie frankness.  The
boys were the opposite of that.  They were so inexperienced they had not
yet learned the social niceties of moderating their words.  Mark hoped they
never would.  Right now they were like a breath of fresh air.

Mark pulled out a big square of old carpet and spread it on the sand in
front of the shack, where they set up the bench-press and weights – a
simple but effective small gym.

They went back onto the porch and sat in companionable silence watching the
surfing show put on by Jamie and Nate.  Mark felt the calming influence the
innocent boys had on him and how pleasurable it was to be in their company.

He understood how they would make Nate feel – how protective and mature
he would become, with so much responsibility.  Not for the first time, Mark
wondered how he himself would feel if Jamie ever had a boy of his own.  It
would make him seem even more virile and sexy ... and yet ..."  Mark let
the thought hang there, in the hope that time would tell.

<><> JAMIE'S BOY <><>

After about an hour Mark looked at the few clouds drifting slowly across
the sky and said, "Jamie was right again about the surf.  See how the wind
has dropped and the how the sea got calmer.  They'll be coming in soon and
they'll not doubt do their showy exit from the surf.

Sure enough the bronzed young jocks crested the last high wave of the day
and rode it in, all the way to the shore, executing a perfect landing
skidding up the beach together.  Noah and Vic applauded enthusiastically
and Mark joined in.  "OK, guys, you're the stars, the beach gods."

He watched them stride up the beach, their boards under their arms, water
streaming down their smiling faces and tanned, muscular bodies.  To Vic and
Noah they indeed looked like gods emerging from the water, especially, of
course, their "big brother" Nate.

The surfers planted their boards end-up in the sand and Nate came up to his
boys.  "Hey kids, how about coming for a walk, or a jog, down the beach as
far as Zack's shack, then back along the dunes?  You up for that?"

"Yes please, sir."  Nate ran into the shack and emerged with Eddie's
camera.  Might as well take this with us, guys, get some good shots for
Eddie."  Then to Mark and Jamie, "Won't be long, guys, and when we get back
we'll rustle up something for lunch."  He slung the camera strap over his
shoulder and the trio took off.

Mark was hardly aware of their departure – his focus was all on Jamie.
Still breathless, Jamie turned on a hose attached to the shack and rinsed
the salt water off the boards.  The athletic young jock was at his most
glorious, a beach god as Mark had called him, his muscles rippling as he
reached up with the hose to soak the boards.

Then he held the hose over his head to shower the salt water off himself.
Mark watched the water stream down his handsome face and golden-tanned
body, his soaking red lifeguard shorts clinging to his slim hips and
muscled thighs.  Mark's talk with the younger boys had made him realize
just how much he loved and needed Jamie, and as he gazed at the vision of
youthful virility, tears sprang to his eyes and coursed down his cheeks.

Jamie looked over at him and grinned, "Hey, what's all this dude?  You need
a cold shower to get rid of that boner?"  He turned the hose on Mark who
laughed and walked through the spray to take Jamie in his arms. The fallen
hose spilled water over their feet as the cop kissed his boy voraciously,
their wet bodies sliding together, bulges grinding against each other.

When they finally pulled apart Mark said, "I am so fucking in love with
you, man.  When I talked to the kids about you I realized all over again
how precious you are to me.  Watching you come striding out of the waves
looking so fucking gorgeous, and then hosing yourself down, you took my
breath away.  Come have a beer on the patio with me, there's something I
want to talk to you about."

In a few minutes they were sitting facing each other. They clinked beer
bottles and Jamie smiled, "To us."

"To us, Jamie.  And that's what I wanted to talk to you about – us."

"Uh-oh," Jamie grinned, "sounds ominous.  Not dumping me as your boy, are
you, sir?"

"Not even in jest, dude.  You know I don't think of you as my boy anymore,
you're my buddy, a beautiful young man who I happen to be crazy in love
with.  And it's that `young man' thing that's on my mind."

Jamie realized Mark was serious and guessed what was coming.  It had been
on his mind too.

Mark took another gulp of beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand.  "While you were out surfing I was talking to those two kids, and I
gotta say they were loveable, with their youthful innocence and complete
lack of artifice.  They haven't learned yet how to be devious in what they
say and do, and I hope they never will."

"I agree with you, sir, they're adorable.  Nate chose well and he's over
the moon.  But what's your point, sir?"

Mark hesitated.  "Er, you've been a close buddy of Nate's for some time, so
you've probably seen the subtle changes in him since he met Vic and Noah.
He's become more ... more self-assured, more mature in a way, now he's
taken on a big new responsibility.  The same thing happened with the other
senior boys – the twins with Will, Pablo with Tyler, Darius with Ryan
– and now Nate with these kids."

"But that list don't include me, eh?  Is that your point, sir?"

"Jamie, you know that whatever you do, however you want to live your life,
is fine with me.  I'll back you up one hundred percent.  So I guess what
I'm asking is, have you ever thought of looking for a boy of your own?"

"I've thought about it, sir, of course, watching the other senior boys.
It's worked out great for them, although Pablo stumbled a bit before
growing into the role of mentor to Tyler.  I can see the pleasure and
prestige the guys get from having their own boy, but ..."

"There's a but, Jamie?"

"Yeah, but something I can't pin down.  I guess I need to know how you
would feel about it, sir.  And don't just say what you think I want to
hear.  Tell me honestly, sir."

"Honestly, Jamie?"  Mark hesitated.  "Honestly ... I'd feel jealous.  It
may be selfish of me, dude, but I'm so in love with you I would find it
hard to share you.  And having a boy to take care of would inevitably
divert some of your affections away from me.  See, that sounds horribly
selfish, don't it?  But you asked for honesty and it's how I feel."

Slowly, a broad smile spread over Jamie's beautiful face. "That's it, sir.
That's the `but' I couldn't pin down.  `Cos I feel exactly the same.  You
say you're crazy about me.  Well I idolize you, sir.  Whatever I'm doing,
even working on Grady's movie at the beach, I flash on you getting home
after work and finding me naked on the bed waiting for you.  And I get a
hard-on, even when I'm sitting astride my board waiting for a wave."

Jamie chuckled.  "When Grady's movie comes out I'll point at myself on the
screen and say, `That young lifeguard, the blond one on top of the wave,
has a massive erection right there thinking about his lover, a stunning
Greek-God cop with the body of death'.

"Sir, I want to devote myself to you, body and soul, and I'm not ready to
even consider giving a part of me to anyone else.  Who knows what the
future might bring.  But my answer to your question right now is no, I'm
yours, sir, and nobody else's."

Again tears came to Mark's eyes as he gazed at this beautiful man
professing his undying love for him.  "I'm the luckiest man in the world
Jamie."

"No, sir, the second luckiest after me.  And we can still take care of
other guys, as a team.  After all, you're a cop, pledged to `protect and
serve' and I'm a cop's partner so we can dedicate ourselves to helping
other guys.  Like Nate, fr'instance – we'll be there to pick up the
pieces if he ever stumbles in his commitment to his boys."

Mark stood up, pulled Jamie up out of his chair and folded his arms round
him.  For a long time they stood silently, two beautiful men in each
other's arms. The only sounds were the hissing waves on the shore and the
cries of the curious seagulls circling above, gazing down at them.

When at last they broke apart Mark said, "All this sitting around
soul-searching makes me want to get physical.  Come on dude.  The kids
helped me set up the equipment here.  Let's use it."

<><> SPIES IN THE DUNES <><>

By now Nate and the boys had almost reached the shack that Zach owned, two
miles down the beach from Mark's.  They had jogged slowly for a while until
the boys flagged and they settled into a steady walk, pausing to take
pictures, mostly of the boys with the ocean behind them.

"So how did you get on with Mark, guys?" Nate asked.  "He can be
intimidating sometimes when he reverts to being the tough cop on the beat."
He grinned.  "You know what they say, you can take the cop off the streets
but you can't take the streets out of the cop."

The boys smiled.  "We were nervous at first," Vic said, "and he said he was
nervous too, but we found him easy to talk to.  I mean, he listens to you
and smiles along with what you're saying."

Nate could easily picture the scene, the boys chatting along with no
restraint and Mark smiling in amusement at their innocence.  It must have
been refreshing to hear that, for a man who hears so many lies and excuses
in the course of his work.

"Hey, see that little building in the distance?  That's Zack's shack.
There's another story attached to that – the first time anyone laid eyes
on the big black stud.  The boys had taken out a rowboat, lost the oars and
got caught in a riptide.  Mark swam out to them, wrapped the tow-rope round
himself and towed them agonizingly to shore.

"It was a major feat of strength and Mark collapsed on the beach.  The
panicked boys were relieved to see a figure emerging from the mist.  It was
Zack, wearing only ragged shorts.  He helped Mark recover, then ran off and
disappeared into the mist as dramatically he had appeared.  When we're up
here we always come to Zack's cabin to make sure it's still intact."

Inside they saw that the cabin was smaller and a bit more primitive than
Mark's, but the boys felt a sexual vibe here because of that.

"Tonight we have a choice," Nate said.  "We could come and sleep here and
leave Mark and Jamie alone.  Or, there's a tent in Mark's shed that we
could pitch on the dunes.  It's big enough for three and I've often slept
in it before.  Kinda romantic too.  What d'ya think?"

The boys looked at each other and Noah answered for them.  "We went camping
once a long time ago and we loved it.  So maybe the tent, sir?"

"Good on ya, mate, I'm glad you chose that.  The tent it is, then.  OK,
let's make tracks back to Mark's and we'll make lunch for us all, I'm
starting to feel hungry.  I'll take you back along the dunes.  It's a
harder trek through the loose sand, but it's worth it for the views.

It was a tougher walk as their feet sank in the sand on the dunes, but Nate
was right that the views were tremendous.  Nate watched the boys to make
sure it was not too hard for them.  He loved the determined set of their
faces, together with wonder in their eyes as they gazed at the sweeping
vistas of the dunes and the endless, deserted beach.

He checked several times to see if they wanted to switch to the easier
beach walk, but they assured him they could make it.  He had a strong
feeling they were trying to impress him with their stamina, and he loved
them for that.

In due course they came within sight of the shack and sharp-eyed Vic said,
"Look, sir, I think Mark and Jamie are working out on the sand in front of
the shack.  We helped him haul out the gym equipment."

Nate squinted.  "You're right, dude.  Hey, you know what this reminds me
of?  The time I came here as a tourist and first spotted the guys – you
know, I told you that story, how I hid in the dunes and jerked off watching
the two stunning strangers work out.  I've got an idea, let's have some fun
and do a replay.  We'll keep just out of sight behind the crest of the dune
and watch them.  And this time we got a camera.  Maybe we can bring back
some footage for Eddie."

They trudged along at the back of the high dune that rose up behind the
beach until they came level with the shack.  They dropped down on their
stomachs and edged forward until they had a clear view of the guys working
out.  They peered through the sparse dune grass, unseen by the men below,
who in any case were so focused on each other they were unaware of much
else.

The boys snuggled against Nate on either side, excited by this little
adventure with the man they loved.  Eddie had told Nate to "be creative,
dude" with the camera.  So Nate focused first on the dune grass before him,
then slowly pushed the lens through the grass and zoomed in on the action
below.

"Not a sound guys, no gasps.  Just watch."

<><> A WORK-OUT AS FOREPLAY <><>

The men were well into their workout by now.  They had changed out of their
wet trunks, and Mark was in brown boardshorts, Jamie in red shorts
identical to the ones he had discarded.

Mark was lying on his back on the bench-press, his legs straddling it, feet
on the ground.  In that position his shorts stretched tight over his
considerable bulge, the object of Jamie's lustful gaze.  Both men had had
boners since they began their workout.

Jamie stood behind the bench to spot him, his hands curled loosely round
the barbell, ready to take the strain as Mark lifted.  His eyes traveled
from the bulge in Mark's shorts, over his ripped eight-pack abs and his
sculpted pecs that flexed hard as he lifted.  His body gleamed under the
hot sun and beads of sweat ran down the cleft between his pecs.

Damn, how Jamie wanted to lick the sweat, then clamp his mouth over the
bulge.  But he restrained himself and counted the reps.  "Fifteen
... sixteen ... seventeen ...  He watched the magnificent body flex and
strain, his muscles bulging, veins protruding, square jaw clenched, his
handsome features grimacing with effort.  The near-naked cop looked
stunning and Nate could have creamed his shorts just gazing at the
homoerotic image.

But he kept counting ... "eighteen ... nineteen ... come on, you can do it
... push ... push ..."  Jamie was poised to grip the bar but it was
unnecessary.  With one last surge of strength and a tortured howl, Mark let
the bar drop into its cradle.  He took a few gasping breaths, then jumped
to his feet.  "OK, man, your turn."

Jamie replaced him on the bench, slid into position, reached up and grabbed
the bar.  Mark positioned himself behind the bench, ready to spot him if
needed.  Jamie took a deep breath and lifted the bar off its cradle.  This
time it was Mark who counted and encouraged the muscular young jock to push
himself to the limit.  That limit was way under Mark's herculean effort,
but impressive nevertheless.  He was showing strain as Mark shouted
... eleven ... twelve ... thirteen ... don't give up, man ... you can do
it."

As Jamie had done, Mark looked down at the ripped, athletic body straining
with effort, muscles pumped to the max – bulging biceps and shoulders,
flexed pecs and abs, his bronzed flesh gleaming with sweat.  "... fourteen
... fifteen ... one more, come on man, one more for me."

Jamie howled as, with a little assist from his trainer, he struggled to
push the bar up and let it fall into the cradle with a clang.  His head
fell back on the bench, exhausted, and his hands fell lower and gripped the
upright supports of the bar behind him.

Mark came round to the foot of the bench and gazed down at the handsome
surfer, his chest heaving with rasping breaths, arms stretched back, hands
wrapped round the vertical supports.  The cop had rarely seen Jamie look
this incredibly sexy.  Oddly, he was especially turned on by the trickles
of sweat running form the tangle of blond armpit hair.

"Don't move, kid, stay just as you are.  Mark knelt on the blanket beside
the bench, bent down and licked the damp armpit, then up the inside of
Jamie's upper arm.  He licked the sweat from his chest and lightly bit his
nipples that instantly grew hard.  He was still panting hard and Mark
smiled down at him.

"Still short of breath, dude?  Here have some of mine."  He bent low over
his face, clamped his mouth over Jamie's and breathed deeply in and out,
sharing the same breath, as if giving the kiss of life to the man he loved.
When he pulled away he said, "Remember when I did that for you on this same
beach when you got into trouble in the surf and swallowed all that water?"

Jamie grinned.  "I'll never forget that.  When I came to and gazed into
your blue eyes, that's the moment I fell in love, though I didn't know it
at the time and resisted it until you fucked me.  After that I gave myself
to you ... my ass was yours.

Still kneeling beside him Mark ran his hands lovingly over Jamie's handsome
face and the smooth flesh of his ripped body.  "God, you're beautiful," he
breathed.  "I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

As he filmed them from the top of the dune Nate said, "See that guys?  He's
giving Jamie the same treatment you kids gave me the first night we slept
together, so I have a fair idea what Jamie's feeling."

"We loved it, sir," Noah said softly, remembering not to make too much
noise.  Vic smiled, "Maybe in the tent tonight too, sir?"

"Ah, the tent.  Anything can happen in a tent, guys – and usually does.
Damn, look at that ... the cop's drooling – looks like he's gonna eat
the guy.  Three guesses what comes next."

"He's gonna fuck him, sir?"

"You can bet the farm on it, kiddo."

<><> A SHREDDED BLACK TANK <><>

Having caressed, stroked and licked Jamie's body, Mark now stood up and
stared down at him.  "You know what you remind me of, dude?  The naked
young jock I find waiting for me on the bed when I get home from work.  And
you know what always happens to that guy."

"He gets his butt reamed by the cop, sir, like the jock's been thinking
about all day."

"Damn straight. But that surfer boy's naked, like I said.  He sure ain't
wearing lifeguard shorts.  So let's take care of that."  Mark bent down,
grabbed the shorts at the waist and tugged them down his legs and off.  He
paused, then smiled and looped the shorts over Jamie's head so they hung
round his neck like a cowboy's neckerchief.

Again Mark stood and gazed down at the naked athlete, his shorts round his
neck, his cock standing up stiff and proud as a flagpole arms raised back,
bent at the elbows, hands gripping the bench-press uprights.  "Fuck ..."
Mark breathed.  "So fucking beautiful.  "You've never looked hotter than
you do right now, dude.  Stay like that ... don't move."

To the surprise of Jamie and the boys watching from the dunes, Mark walked
away and into the shack.  There was a hush, as if the breeze had died, and
Jamie waited in suspense.

When Mark emerged, Jamie gasped.  Mark was still wearing his board shorts
but he had added the black ribbed tank top that Jamie always found so sexy
on him, stretched over his magnificent torso, accentuating the mounds of
his pecs, his long slim waist and muscular arms.  He watched mesmerized as
Mark walked round the bench, then stood at the foot and gazed down at him.

Mark smiled down at him for a while, then unlaced his board shorts and let
them drop.  Jamie inhaled sharply as the cop's huge cock sprang out, hard
as a rock.  Mark curled his hand round it and began stroking it slowly, his
muscles rippling, gleaming in the sun, a patch of sweat already forming at
the neck of the tank.

Jamie gripped the bars behind him hard, as if shackled to them, and his
body writhed on the bench, a sight that he knew turned Mark on.  "Damn
that's hot," Mark growled.

Jamie couldn't stand it.  "Sir ... please fuck me ... I need it so bad
... I need to feel your cock in my ass.  Please, sir."

"Thought you'd never ask, stud," Mark grinned.  "Let me get a look at that
ass."  He bent down, grabbed Jamie's ankles and pushed his legs high in the
air.  The bench stood high off the ground so Mark's cock was about level
with his ass as he stood on the ground, arms stretched up holding his
ankles up high.

"Oh, yeah ... I remember that sweet ass."  He stared down at the perfect
globes, white against the sharp tan lines above and below.  He leaned his
shoulders against his legs, leaving a hand free to spit on his fingers and
push them gently past the downy blond fuzz round his hole and into the warm
membrane of his ass.

Jamie moaned and his head rolled from side to side.  Mark used both hands
to again hold his legs high and Jamie felt the tip of the cock push against
his sphincter and into his ass.  Mark paused, then eased in slowly, teased
him by stopping again, then pushed in deeper and deeper.

In a daze Jamie looked up at the god-like face, backlit by the sun, and at
his perfect physique, his arms stretched upward, sweat trickling from his
armpits.  His torso flexed under the black tank that rode up higher and
gave a tantalizing glimpse of his ripped abs.

Jamie had never seen Mark look more beautiful – and this was the man who
loved him, the man whose cock was in his ass right now.  He gazed into the
bright blue eyes and moaned, "I love you, sir ... I love you ... I ... I'm
gonna ... aaah!"  Jamie lost control. In an explosive hands-free orgasm his
cock jerked uncontrollably and a stream of juice shot from it, high in the
air, then splashed down on his own heaving chest.

"Sir," he panted.  "I couldn't ... I had to ... just looking at you ... I'm
sorry ..."

Mark smiled.  "You know what we tell the boys, Jamie.  Never apologize for
spilling your load just looking at a man.  It's a big compliment to him.
Don't worry, I can make you cum again.  Only thing is I might have to pound
that gorgeous ass a bit harder than usual.

And so he did – and Jamie loved it, the harder the better.  He gazed up
at the rugged cop, blond hair falling over his brow, naked except for the
sweat-stained black tank, his muscled arms stretched up, pulling his legs
high to give him a clear shot at his ass.  He watched the body move back
and forth, felt his shaft piston inside him – and he knew he had to
touch him.

Jamie let go of the bars, reached up and pressed his hands against the
tank, feeling his solid pecs flex underneath.  He was unaware that his
fingers were looked over the neck, until he heard the ripping sound and saw
the tank hanging down over the bare chest.

The torn shirt hung from one shoulder, as if the cop had been in a fight
and was piledriving the ass of the loser.  The fantasy drove Jamie over the
edge and he grabbed his own cock, iron-hard again, and pounded it in his
fist.

Mark smiled, "Let me see you shoot again, boy ... when you feel my jizz
pouring in your ass, the ass of the man I love.  We're a team, dude.  Let's
do it ... now!"

Jamie's eyes opened wide, mesmerized by the pornographic sight of the naked
cop, his black shirt hanging in shreds from his ripped body.  He felt
Mark's cock swelling in his ass as it pistoned faster and faster and
... Aaagh."  As semen poured from their cocks, their animal howls shattered
the air and were carried down the beach on the ocean breeze.

Above them in the dunes Nate turned off the camera and chuckled, "As Eddie
would say, mates, that's a wrap."

<><> THE BOYS ADD THEIR CONTRIBUTION <><>

Mark pulled slowly out of Jamie's tender ass, leaned forward and pulled him
off the bench.  They rolled together over the carpet Mark had earlier
spread on the sand, and lay panting side by side on their backs, gazing up
at the sky.

Suddenly they heard whooping shouts as three bodies charged down the dunes
toward them.  The faces of Nate, Vic and Noah appeared over them and they
heard Nate's Aussie voice.  "OK, mates, let's give it to `em."  They pulled
out their cocks and it only took a few strokes before semen gushed down on
the cop and the surfer, soaking their handsome faces and exhausted bodies
with semen – the boys' contribution to the party.

Jubilant laughter filled the air and Nate waved his camera.  "Eddie said he
always wanted the cop and the surfer on video and now he's got it, mates
– `Cop, Jock & Shackle'.  Mark stood up and Noah looked shyly at him.

"Something you want, Noah?" Mark smiled.  Noah blushed and pointed to the
torn remains of his shirt still hanging over his chest.  "If you don't need
that, sir ... we already got the one Chad tore off Adam and we ... kind of
collect them."

"Sure, guys, it's yours – sweat, cum and all."  Mark pulled off the
tattered shirt and handed it to the boys.  "And now, Jamie, you and I gotta
wash all this gunk off."  The boys watched as the naked pair galloped down
to the water and launched themselves in the surf.

"As for us, mates," Nate said, "let's go and pull all the tent gear from
the shed.  We gotta make our bed up for the night."

In a few minutes they had hauled the gear up to a nearby hollow in the
dunes, sheltered from the breeze but within earshot of the breaking surf.
It was a surprisingly big tent and the boys followed Nate's instructions
eagerly.

"I done a lot of camping in my time, kids, and this is a perfect spot.
It's a warm night so we won't need sleeping bags, just all these blankets
here.  And if we do feel the cold we can snuggle up together and keep each
other warm."

They went back to the shack where Mark and Jamie were drying off and
pulling on dry shorts, the ones that were not cum-soaked – for now at
least.  Mark said, "Look guys, instead of cooking lunch here, let me take
you all to a little Mexican cantina in the little village way over the
dunes.  They know me and Jamie there, and the food's great."

He threw his arms over the boy's shoulders. "This is gonna be a great
little vacation, kids, I can tell.  And I see you already pitched your tent
in the dunes.  You don't mind camping out for tonight, do you?  You could
always bunk in with us in the shack."

"No, sir, we love the idea of sleeping in a tent with Nate," Vic said.  "We
can hear the waves from there and if it gets cold we'll snuggle up to him."

Noah grinned cheekily.  "And Nate told us that anything can happen in a
tent, and usually does."

Jamie laughed, "And he should know.  If anyone can make things happen it's
my old mate Nate.  You're in good hands there kids."

"We know, sir," the boys chorused.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 561


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