Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2021 02:52:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 567  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 567 by Rob Williams

Chapter 567 – "RANDY & BEN – GYPSY BROTHERLY LOVE"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The tribe's rugged gypsy boss Randy can be both savage and tenderly
affectionate. His kid brother, the sexy young gypsy Ben, idolizes his
tough, protective big brother. Randy senses that Ben's affection goes
deeper than just brotherly love. So he helps Ben indulge his lustful urges
in a three-way with Randy's lover Bob, where young Ben proves he can be as
tough as his macho brother.

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

Grady may have been a macho action hero in hit movies, but in his private
life he was having a meltdown.  It was brought on by the pressure of
non-stop work, including weekends and night shoots.  He confided in his
Italian lover Mario, "I can't do it, Mario.  I can't do it anymore.  I'm
quitting the film, going away somewhere.  Will you come with me? Please,
say you will ..."

Mario tried to calm his lover down and encouraged the tribe's leaders, Bob
and Randy, to come up to the sprawling Grady House to offer what help they
could.

One person badly affected by overhearing Grady's threat to give up and run
away, was his boy Brian, a sensitive kid devoted to Grady.  His favorite
thing of all was when Grady would pull him into bed and they'd laugh and
have fun as Grady pumped him for all the tribe's gossip.

But now, when Randy was doing his usual security check of the grounds, he
came across Brian sobbing in his wheelchair.  He poured his heart out to
the big boss.  "Sir, I'm Grady's boy and I love him ... not because he's a
big ol' movie star but because he's ... well ... Grady.  But I don't think
he likes me anymore ... he's cold, hardly speaks to me.  I'm scared he'll
stop loving me."

Randy reassured the boy that he'd put everything right, and he went to
confront Grady who was moping alone.  He gave him a savage tongue lashing,
telling him he was selfishly hurting others and destroying their jobs.

"I don't know shit about your movie business but I sure know about this
tribe, and when I see a guy making one of those boys cry he answers to me.
Do I make myself clear, boy?"

Grady pleaded with Randy not to hurt him, and Randy bellowed, "Don't hurt
you?  Like you hurt that sweet kid and made him cry?  Like you were gonna
hurt Eddie and Jamie and all the others you don't give a shit about?"

Randy butt-fucked him savagely, making him shoot his load twice, then pass
out.

Minutes later, as he slowly regained consciousness, he felt Randy's finger
on his face, tracing the contours of his chiseled features. His deep voice
was gentle now, the harshness gone.

"Such a gorgeous man.  Dude, you have so much going for you beside your
stunning looks.  You've got the most gorgeous man ever to come out of Italy
to spend the rest of your life with. You got that sweet kid who's nuts
about you, and you about him.  You've got this great house, and you're an
international fucking movie star.  Don't sound too shabby to me, dude.

"And most important, you got a tribe of terrific men and boys who've got
your back whatever happens.  So, buddy, are we OK?  Are you OK?"

"Never better, Randy.  Except for a ravaged ass."

"Good.  Punishment fits the crime.  You've been a pain in the ass and now
you've got one."

Randy jumped to his feet, picked up Grady's ragged clothes from the bushes
and flung them down at him.  "Take your time, stud.  Pull yourself
together, put your clothes on, what's left of them, then come join the
others.  I don't know about you but I'm fucking starved."

As he strode away Grady said, "Randy ... I love you, man."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what they all say."

When Randy came through the bushes, zipping up his pants, the guys at the
table looked up expectantly.  Seeing the arrogant smile on the dark gypsy
face, they knew everything was OK.  Randy went straight to Brian and sat
next to him.  "So, kiddo, I promised you I'd make everything come right and
I did."

Brian's eyes opened wide.  "Really, sir?"

"Yeah, really.  You'll have the old Grady back again, good as new –
except for a sore ass – ready to pull you into bed and dish the dirt
with you."  He ruffled Brian's hair.  "And the next time something happens
to make you unhappy, you call me right away and I'll take care of it, OK?"

"Definitely, sir.  Thank you, sir."  As Randy stood up, Brian said.  "I
love you, sir."

Bob smiled and rolled his eyes at Mario.  "Another one.  Everyone's in love
with Randy."

"Naturalmente, amico," Mario chuckled.  "You and I included."

There was a rustle of bushes, everyone looked up and there was Grady –
in unlaced sneakers and ragged shorts, the shreds of his T-shirt thrown
over his shoulder.  His bare chest and face were streaked with semen.

He stared at them ... his eyes sparkled ... and his handsome face lit up
with that dazzling smile they had not seen for a while.

He spread his arms wide and laughed, "Get Ready for Hunter, guys.  He's
back!"

========= CHAPTER 567 =========

<><> GRADY MENDS FENCES <><>

When Grady rejoined the group and said, "Get Ready for Hunter, guys –
he's back," he was referring to the caption on a billboard young Eddie had
just seen on the Sunset Strip, promoting Grady's upcoming lifeguard movie.

But he was only halfway through shooting the movie and it's completion was
threatened by Grady's emotional melt down brought on by pressure of work.
But boss Randy had taken care of that with a ferocious dressing down and
then a savage fuck. That shocked Grady back to common sense and his former
sparkling, fun-loving self.

Seated at the brunch table in the Grady House grounds were his lover Mario;
the tribe's leaders Randy and Bob; house manager Danny and his lover Tommy;
and the boys Eddie, Brian and Brandon.  But Grady made a beeline straight
for one of them, his own boy Brian whom he had neglected during his
emotional problems and his threat to go away.

He sat facing Brian and took his hands.  "Kiddo, I've been a total mess
lately and neglected you horribly.  And I'm ashamed of myself.  But it
didn't mean I ever stopped loving you.  You know I'm crazy about you,
always have been.  So if you can forgive me here's what I'd like.  Tonight
after dinner we'll go upstairs and into bed where you'll fill me in on all
the tribe's gossip – we haven't done that in a while, eh?  How about it,
dude?"

Brian laughed and threw his arms round Grady.  "Of course I will, sir, it's
my favorite thing in the world.  Except, well ... thing is, sir, the latest
hot gossip has been all about you."

Grady grinned sheepishly. "I guess you're right, dude, everyone saying what
a prick I've been."

"No, sir, they're not saying that at all ... they all feel sorry for you.
They just didn't know what to do, all except Randy who knew exactly what to
do, as he always does."

"Yeah," Grady grinned, "and I can still feel it.  I'm gonna need a cushion.
But maybe we can skip over that particular topic."

"Sure we can, sir, and I'll fill in all the stuff about Zack and Miguel
that Brandon didn't tell you, about how Ranger Pete took charge and fucked
some sense into them, just like Randy did with you. Then, there's also
something brewing about Ben down at his man Jason's house."

"Really?  What gives with that? Oh wait a minute ... I can see Mario giving
me the evil eye ... neglecting our other guests ... you know what an ol'
grouch he can be.  So we better put this off till bedtime.  It's a date
then?"

"It's a date, sir," said Brian happily, with a quick smile to Randy.

"And meanwhile, how about you, young man?" Grady said, turning to Eddie who
had been fidgeting excitedly opposite him, trying to get his attention.
"Our cameraman extraordinaire, with your work splashed all over Sunset
Boulevard."

"Not exactly splashed all over, sir, but the picture I took is on this
massive billboard on the Strip.  When I saw it I screeched to a halt and
almost wrecked the car.  It's the one I took of you surfacing in the water,
shaking your head and laughing."

"I know the one kiddo.  They studio's not only thinking about putting it
under the movie's opening credits.  I heard they were considering it for
the first billboard in the publicity campaign, and in the gossip mags and
TV.  The publicity manager went through some of the likely pictures with me
and I said that was my favorite.  In the end that's the one they chose.

"It's a big feather in your cap, kiddo, a great boost for your job there.
You probably didn't see it on the billboard but real small in the bottom
corner there's a picture credit ... you know, `Photo by: ...' and your
name."

"Really, sir?  Me?"  Eddie laughed, "Hear that, kids?  Next time you wanna
speak to me I'll charge for admission."  He was greeted by a barrage of
bread chunks thrown by the boys, the time-honored way of shutting Eddie up.

"Take no notice, Eddie.  They're just jealous.  They don't understand us
film folk.  But now I gotta go and make my peace with Mario."

Mario was thrilled to see Grady's newfound happiness spreading quickly over
the group, just as his sadness and depression had spread earlier.  As Grady
sat next to him Mario kissed him for so long that Randy chuckled, "Hey, you
guys, get a room."

They separated and Mario said, "We already have a room, amico, but we
prefer to demonstrate our joy publicly.  As you are responsible for our
happiness, you're in no position to complain."

"Hey, Mario," Grady said, "talking of publicly, how about we invite a few
more guys here for dinner?  Like Jamie and Mark.  I wanna talk to Jamie
about maybe one day this week going down to the beach to rehearse a few
surfing moves.  And Brandon should ask his man Pete to come for dinner, and
Hassan will come too to be with Eddie, and ..."

"Hey, lentamente, amico, slow down," Mario laughed.  "We don't want to load
up Danny and the boys with too much work at short notice."

"Oh we can cope, sir," Danny said brightly.  "A few more at dinner's a
cinch, especially if I ask Will to come and help me and Tommy in the
kitchen."

With Grady back on form, once again the life of the party, the excitement
was building.  All except for Randy who had been brooding a little and now
said, "Er, Brian, when you were talking gossip just now with Grady you
mentioned a situation with my kid brother Ben?"

"Oh, you heard, sir." Brian blushed and looked at Brandon to bail him out.

Brandon said, "Sir, it's just that Ben's alone a lot now `cos Jason's got
this thing with firemen from Australia, some kind of collaboration.  You
know, they have a lot of bad fires down there like California does.  So a
bunch of Aussies have come over here and they've all gone up north to look
at fire damage.  And when they go back to Australia, Jason's going with
them for a few weeks ... you know, to exchange notes and ideas and stuff."

"So Ben's in that house all alone for all this time?"  Randy asked
anxiously.  "Why didn't he tell me?"  Brandon blushed and avoided eye
contact.  "Kid, look at me and give it to me straight."

"Well, sir, for some time Ben's been saying to his best buddy Will that he
misses you a lot, sir.  Hasn't seen much of you.  You know how he idolizes
his big brother, sir. "

Randy clenched his fists. "Dammit.  It's true I haven't spoken to the kid
lately.  I gotta go to him."

"Randy," Mario said.  "Go down there and bring him back up here, and we'll
ask his friend Will to come too.  It's what I call the three B's –
Brian, Brandon and Ben.  He'll have all his friends here and, most of all,
of course, he'll have you.  You've done so much for us, Randy, now it's our
turn to help you and brother Ben."

Randy jumped up with a determined look in his eye that Bob knew so well,
and strode to Bob's Mercedes they had driven up here.  Bob turned to Mario.
"Thank you so much, Mario.  Randy loves that kid, and he's probably feeling
a little guilty right now."

Grady said, "Don't worry, Bob.  The Grady House will take care of them,
you'll see."  Like Randy told me, we've got your backs, guys.

<><> BEN'S BRAVE TREK <><>

Mario asked, "Bob, we've vaguely heard bits and pieces of how Ben wound up
in the tribe, working as Pablo's assistant mechanic.  He's from Texas,
right?"

"Oh yeah and it's quite a story," Bob said.  "You know how, years ago,
Randy lived in West Texas taking care of his five younger brothers after
their father bailed out and their mother died.  The brothers idolized their
big tough brother, thought of him as the King of the Gypsies.  But when
Randy got married Ben was devastated and ran off with the second oldest
brother Charlie.

"A while later, Ben branched out on his own, but he hit a rough patch and
became homeless.  He thought of his big brother Randy who by this time had
left his wife and gone to California.  From a former employer Ben got a
forwarding address for Randy – as it happens, the same Hollywood motel
where Randy and I had first met.

"Ben longed to see Randy again and decided to take off on a weeks-long trek
to L.A. – a lot of walking, hitching rides, a real gutsy, risky journey
– as brave as Randy, a chip off the old block.  After some searching he
found Randy who had long since lost touch with him.

"Long story short, Randy was thrilled, they were reunited and, as Ben had
some experience as a mechanic, Randy made him Pablo's assistant.  Later on,
Ben met the fireman Jason and became his boy and, as you know, they live
together in that rustic house down by the arroyo."

"Quite a story, Bob," Grady said.  "Does Randy still take care of him?"

"Oh sure, he looks out for him, like he's doing right now.  But Ben's
Jason's boy now and they love each other.  Randy's always so busy and
checks on him from time to time but not often enough, and I guess Ben's
feeling neglected, especially now he's alone while Jason's away.

"Randy didn't know about that, which is why he was so worried just now when
he found out. Now he's probably feeling guilty about it.  Thank you for
suggesting that Randy bring him up here, Mario. That'll help a lot."

<><> BEN'S HAPPY SURPRISE <><>

Bob was right – Randy was feeling guilty as he drove the Mercedes too
fast down the hill.  He had never felt much guilt about leaving his five
brothers when he left Texas.  It was inevitable that the family would break
up, as families do, and he felt sure they were all old enough to strike out
and live their own lives.  He had raised them to be tough and independent.

But he realized now that the youngest, Ben, was not ready to live alone,
and had still needed his big brother's guidance.  But when he came to
California he had lost touch with him, and his new life was consumed by
building a life with Bob and the tribe that grew up around them, including
many boys that he cared for – a new family for him to protect.

So when Ben had shown up unexpectedly after his epic trek on foot, Randy
had been overjoyed and worked hard to help him fit into the tribe, getting
him the job with Pablo, and eventually making sure that Jason was a
suitable loving man for the boy.

But, as so often happens, life had taken over – work, love,
responsibilities as the construction company boss – and he had forgotten
how much young Ben idolized him.  Being a hero to a boy brings its
obligations and he realized he had neglected his little brother lately,
even to being totally unaware of Ben's current loneliness.  Well, now he
would make it up to him, now that Jason was out of town.

When he pulled up outside the house by the arroyo Randy was struck by the
silence.  The house was surrounded by trees in this verdant valley of the
arroyo, with the faint sound of water in the small stream, the rustle of
leaves and the chatter of birds.

He went through the gate and the place seemed empty at first.  Then he
spotted the small figure across the garden, kneeling by the flowerbeds.  He
was wearing old cargo shorts, sneakers and no shirt, and as Randy
approached he saw that Ben was digging up weeds with a trowel.

He stood at a distance, watching the solitary boy work – and his heart
went out to him.  Randy was overwhelmed with affection for this brave kid
who had set himself the almost impossible task of traveling more than a
thousand miles on foot from West Texas to here, hitching rides when he
could, to find his big brother.

Ben heard the deep sigh behind him, raised his head in alarm and turned
... to see Randy.  He jumped to his feet and stood, the trowel in his hand,
staring at his big brother.  He dropped the trowel and with the soft
whimper of a lost puppy, ran forward into Randy's arms.  Randy hugged him
tight and murmured in his ear, "Hey, little brother, how you doing all
alone down here?"

Ben pulled back and smiled up at Randy with moist eyes.  "Pretty good, sir.
I was sprucing up the garden for when Jason gets back."

"And while he's away you're on your own here?"

"Pretty much, sir.  My friend Will drops by once in a while but he's always
busy with his kitchen duties so he can't stay long."

"Don't you get lonely?  Ever feel scared?"

"Well, sir, at night when the coyotes howl it feels kinda eerie but I pull
the bed covers over my head so I can't hear them and I fall asleep."

That image made Randy's eyes well with tears.  "Well, we can't have that,
can we, kiddo?  That's the last time you'll be alone with the coyotes, Ben,
`cos I'm taking you with me, up to the Grady House."

"Really, sir?"  Ben said, his dark, gypsy features breaking into a smile, a
junior version of his big brother's.  Then he frowned.  "Maybe I shouldn't,
sir, `cos I've gotta take care of the house.  If I leave it alone ... you
never know, maybe burglars and stuff ..."

"Never mind about that, kid.  I'll have my buddy Mark take care of that.
As a cop he knows all about security ... he designed the security for the
Grady House.  Now wash your hands with the garden hose and come with me.
I've got Bob's Mercedes outside."

Ben smiled the cheeky grin Randy loved so much.  "Is that an order sir?"

"Damn right it is, boy."

"Good, I was hoping it was."

Ben rinsed his hands, then Randy flung his arm over the boy's shoulder.  As
they made their way to the gate Ben was walking on air.

<><> DON'T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF <><>

A few minutes later Ben was sitting beside Randy in the purring Mercedes,
happier than he had been in a long time. It felt almost as good as the time
he had found Randy after his journey from Texas.  "Sir, why are we going up
to the Grady House?  I heard from Will that there's trouble up there.
Something about Grady having some kinda meltdown and walking out on his
movie."

"Yeah, there was a lot of fuss about that, but I took care of it."

Ben smiled.  How many times had he heard that before?  "How'd you do that,
sir?"

"Ah, easy.  Gave him a long speech about him being selfish, destroying the
jobs of Eddie and Jamie and a load of others.  Then I butt-fucked him real
hard, I mean real hard, and that brought him to his senses."

"Wish I'd seen that, sir."

"Yeah," Randy grinned proudly, "made him bust his load twice, first time
hands-free.  He was totally wasted, loved every minute of it.  We won't
have any more trouble from that guy."

Ben smiled happily.  This was the rough, tough big brother he loved and
admired.  He lost count of how many times in Texas he had watched Randy
demolish a guy and leave him `totally wasted'.

"Anyway," Randy said. "that's why Mario and Grady have asked a few guys up
there for dinner.  Sort of a mini celebration.  Which reminds me – I
gotta call Mark."

He pulled out his phone, punched a number and said, "Hey buddy, it's Randy.
Listen dude, have you got a call from Mario asking you and Jamie for
dinner? ... "Good, so could you do me a favor, man?  I've got Ben here with
me, I'm taking him up there, but he's anxious about leaving his house by
the arroyo unoccupied while Jason's out of town.  So I wonder if ..."

"Say no more, Randy.  When I pick up Jamie we'll make a small detour and
I'll go check the place out, make sure everything's locked up tight.  I'll
even leave one of those security company signs – you know, `Under
Constant Surveillance' kinda things.  You tell young Ben not to worry."

"Thanks officer.  That helps a whole lot.  See you up there."

"Yeah should be quite a celebration from what I hear.  Seems you handled
everything in your own special way, man."

"Ah, it was just Grady having a minor meltdown, blowing a gasket over
nothing.  You know that old saying, Mark – `Don't sweat the small stuff
– and it's all small stuff'."  Randy grinned at Ben and squeezed his
leg. "Well maybe it's not all small stuff, eh kiddo?  Anyway Mark, I reamed
the guy, made him sweat a bit, and now he's happy as a pig in shit.  Which
apparently is a cause for celebration.  Look forward to seeing your ugly
mug, officer."

"Randy, you are one of a kind," the cop laughed.  "Take care of Ben, your
pride and joy.  See you soon, you big lug."

Randy chuckled as he hung up.  "Hear that kiddo?  My pride and joy.  He got
that right."

<><> WHAT A MAN!  <><>

At the Grady House the men and boys were in the middle of a long, leisurely
brunch when the bell rang and Brian buzzed in the Mercedes.  The smiling
brothers got out of the car and Mario came to meet them, his arms
outstretched.

"Ciao, Bambino!"  Mario wrapped Ben in a warm hug.  "We don't see enough of
you here."  He held him at arm's length. "Still the same sexy young gypsy,
I see, a carbon copy of your brother, except he has bigger muscles.  Maybe
you've lost a little weight.  When did you last eat?"

Ben furrowed his brow.  "Er," yesterday I think, sir."

"No, impossibile, you bad boy.  Randy, we have to beef him up.  Ben, Brian
will take you to the food and you can fill a plate for you and your
brother.  He always has an appetite like a horse."

Brian wheeled himself up and said, "Come on, dude, let's load you up."

Mario took Randy back to Bob and Grady where the big man sat down with a
boyish grin on his face.  "So how was he, Randy?" Bob asked.

"All on his own, weeding the garden.  He said he wasn't lonely, just a bit
scared of the coyotes at night, but there's no way I could leave him there.
He seemed pleased to see me."

"Over the moon, would be more like it," Mario smiled.

"Can he stay with us, buddy?" Randy asked Bob.

"Of course he can, Randy, as long as he likes."

"You guys are staying the night here aren't you?" Grady asked, with a merry
sparkle in his eye.  "We'll put you in the biggest guest room.  It has a
gigantor bed, sleeps three easy, more if you want.  Big mirror too.  That's
OK, eh Mario?"

"Certamente, of course you must stay.  Er, look Randy, I think Ben has a
plateful of food over there with your name on it."

"Thanks guys."  Randy went to the far end of the table where Ben was
waiting for him.  "Eat up, kiddo," he said sitting down next to him.  "Is
it true you haven't eaten yet today?"

"I, er, had a sandwich last night, sir.  I don't have much appetite these
days."

"Well you do now, `cos I say so.  Oh, and you don't have to call me sir,
you know."

"Oh yes I do, sir.  I've always thought of you that way.  I like calling
you sir, sir."

"OK, just as you like.  So tell me what you've been up to with Jason.  He
still showing off in front of the mirror like always?"

"Yes, sir, but I like it and he loves me to watch.  But now he doesn't jerk
off looking at himself.  He calls me over and makes love to me and fucks me
and we both look in the mirror at ourselves and each other.  It's awesome
sir, watching myself get fucked by that gorgeous man and feeling him inside
me.  It's like a fantasy always."

"Hmm, something to think about.  Bob looks terrific in a mirror.  He looks
even better getting fucked by me."

"Or you getting fucked by him, sir.  I jerked off the other night thinking
about that?"

"Did you now, you little punk?  You control that imagination kid, or I'll
have to take you in hand."

"Yes please, sir," Ben giggled.

"OK, so what else have you and Jason been up to?"

"Well, sir ..."

At the other end of the table Bob had tears in his eyes as he watched
Randy.  "God, I love him so much, guys.  Look at him ... so tender,
captivated by his kid brother, making love to him with his eyes and making
Ben feel like the most important boy in the world.  And that is the same
man who a short time ago was dominating the macho action hero, with a
brutal tongue lashing and a pounding fuck."

"Tell me about it, Bob," Grady grinned, "I still feel it.  What a man, eh?"

<><> TWO MACHO BUDDIES TALKING SEX <><>

The gate bell rang again and Brian buzzed in Mark and Jamie.  The popular
pair was greeted with a chorus of greetings and they came straight to Bob,
Mario and Grady.

Mario, always the gracious host, stood up and smiled, "Benvenuto signori,
such handsome additions to our group, and you're still in time for brunch,
so help yourselves."

"Thanks, Mario," Mark said, "but first I gotta reassure young Ben that his
house is safe.  I see Randy's making up for lost time with his neglected
little brother.  Practically making love to him."  He went to join them at
the other end of the table.

"Hey guys.  I don't mean to interrupt, but I just wanna tell you Ben that I
checked on your house and it's locked up tight as a drum.  And every day
after my shift I'll drive by it to make sure it stays that way.  So you
don't have to worry, kiddo, or rush home any time soon, OK?"

Randy and Ben thanked Mark, just as Will came through the gate and Ben
shouted excitedly.  "Will!  Come over here.  Didn't know you were coming."

Polite as always, Will first greeted Randy and Mark, waved to Mario and
Grady, then turned to Ben.  "Yeah, seems like there's gonna be a dinner
party up here and Danny asked if I could come and help him and Tommy in the
kitchen.  You, er, gonna be sticking around?"

"Yeah," Ben grinned excitedly, glancing at Randy.  "And I'm gonna stay the
night here with Randy and Bob.  You know Jason's away for a while and Mark
said the house is safe, so I don't have to stay there on my own."

"So stay with me, dude," Will said eagerly, in my place in the twins'
apartment over the kitchen.  That'd be so cool, dude, we'd have a great
time.  And you'd be right next door to the Boss House in case, er, in case
Randy needs you for ... something or other."

Will glanced impishly at Randy who grinned and ruffled his hair.  "Red, you
always know just the right thing to say.  Something you picked up from the
twins and Bob, I bet."

"I think so, sir.  Er, Ben, I gotta go say hi to Brian and Brandon, then
report to Danny in the kitchen.  Wanna come?"

"Not before I show you this," came Eddie's excited voice as he ran up. He
had been flitting from group to group showing them the picture on his phone
of the billboard featuring Grady.  "I took that, dudes ... that's my
picture ... on the Sunset Strip!  They're gonna use ii in all the
publicity."

"That is so cool," Will said.  "Come on guys, let's go show the others."

Randy watched them go and Mark couldn't mistake the tender look in his
eyes.  Mark said, "Seems like a changed kid from the boy we've seen moping
around now Jason's gone.  Might the new sparkle have something to do with
his big brother?"

"Mark, I'm crazy about the kid ... he's growing up just like I want him to
be.  I feel protective of him, that's why I'm ashamed of myself for being
so distant from him.  But I'll make it up to him.

"I'm glad he's got Will here for company.  Did you know that Ben was the
first guy Will ever had sex with?  Ben befriended him when Will came to the
tribe, a wide-eyed virgin, and introduced the young read-head to the joys
of sixty-nining.  After that he kid never looked back."

Mark chuckled and looked at the other end of the table where Grady was in
animated conversation with Jamie.  "That's not the only good news.  It
looks like the Grady situation has been sorted out too, thanks to you,
buddy.  How did you do that?"

"Ah it was nothing.  Like I said it was all a bullshit bunch a' crap.  It's
amazing how a good butt-fuck can bring a guy to his senses.  And everyone
knows Grady loves his job.  Hey, what's not to love, all that fame and
money rolling in?  He has a blast, especially with your boy Jamie, who
helps him a whole lot.  They've become real close.  You think they fuck?"

"Oh sure they do.  A long athletic day at the beach riding the waves can be
real sexy, they build up a whole head of steam.  No wonder when they get to
the hotel they fuck.  I don't mind, especially as Grady is the one who
can't get enough cock up his ass.  Be different if it was the other way
round, Jamie getting his ass fucked.  I'd call a stop to that."

"I hear you, buddy.  I'm the same with Bob.  His ass is mine.  Anyone
shoves his dick in that ass answers to me, and my fist.  Except you of
course.  Watching you fuck Bob is a real turn on.  Gives me an excuse to
fuck you."

They laughed salaciously – two macho buddies drinking beer and talking
sex.

The conversation at the other end of the table was different, even if there
was always an undercurrent of sex when Grady and Jamie talked about
work. They had been joined by Eddie, and Grady was saying, "Here's what I
was thinking, guys.  You know all those classy moves on a surfboard you
dazzle everyone with, Jamie?  I wanna learn some of those.

"You know I like to do my own stunts whenever I can, but the insurance guys
get real squeamish about that.  I break a leg and production comes to a
grinding halt – costs beaucoup bucks.  Sure, I've got some great stunt
doubles but even they can't do what you do."

"So here's the thing.  if you guys can get away, I'd like us to go down to
the beach one day this week – just us three, no people, no crew, no
cameras – and we'll practice some of those fancy moves.  If I can show
the director I can do them safely he's bound to let me.  Think how hot it
would make my character Hunter look.  They'd love it.

"Maybe we could take your truck, Jamie, with the dinghy in the back, so
Eddie can film us from the dinghy out in the surf.  You might get some
amazing shots to impress the director, Eddie, plus a few goofy ones of me
falling off my board for the gag-reel."

Eddie's eyes were sparkling.  "We're free, Grady `cos, like you, we're not
working this week. So let's do it, guys."

Mario smiled at Bob.  "All this energy around today, amico, after so much
gloom.  I love it and we mostly have Randy to thank.  You guys always give
us a shot in the arm when you come here.  We never know what's going to
happen next."

<><> BEN & WILL TALK SEX <><>

The arrival of two more men made the festive group complete.  Brandon had
asked his man Pete to come to the Grady House straight from work.  When he
arrived, fresh from his success in reuniting Zack and Miguel at the lake,
he was greeted by cheers and applause from the group, and by his excited
boy barreling up to him in his wheelchair.

The last man to arrive was Hassan.  His boy Eddie had called him to say he
was up at the Grady House, and begged him to come too, straight from the
Marine Base, as he had something special to show him.

When he at last drove through the gate the muscular Arab Marine got out of
his jeep, still wearing his military gear, sleeveless denim short open over
his bare chest.  Grady clutched Mario's arm.  "Oh, be still my heart.  Look
at that – pure, raw sex, totally pornographic."

Eddie raced up to his man, threw his arms round him then pulled away and
thrust his cell-phone in Hassan's face, chattering excitedly.  "And they're
gonna use it in all the publicity, sir.  Just think – my picture."

They all heard Hassan respond, "That's epic, kiddo.  I'm real proud of you.
Soon you'll be rich and famous and too grand to hang out with a big grimy
soldier like me.  He threw his arm over his boy's shoulder.  "Come here,
tiger, let me touch you while I still can."

Hassan loved Eddie's youthful exuberance, a welcome antidote from the
forced machismo of his Marine cadets.  He greeted the men, then went back
to his jeep to change out of his work gear and into jeans and T-shirt.  He
casually stripped naked, watched by the entire mesmerized group of men and
boys, while Eddie stood by with a cocky `he's-mine' look on his face.

From then on the raucous party kicked into high gear.  Smiling benignly,
Mario wrapped his arm round Grady beside him and they gazed at the scene
with satisfaction.  Mario said, "Er, Grady, do you think your ass will
still be sore when we go to bed tonight?"

"What if it is, dude?  All the better with a sore ass.  I'll feel you
more."

In the afternoon lull before dinner preparations began, groups and couples
lazed together or roamed the grounds while others splashed in the pool.
Mario said, "Look at those kids – Will, Ben and Brian – deep in
conversation.  What do you think they're talking about, amico?"

"Hm, judging from Ben's shining eyes I'd say it's Randy.  You know Ben's in
love with his big brother.  Look, he's even wearing one of Randy's
T-shirts.  It's way too big on him, looks cute."

Actually Grady was dead right.  Brian was saying, "Dude, you look kinda
weird in that shirt, it hangs on you.  I'll go get you one of mine."

"No thanks. Brian, I'll keep this one.  It's my brother's, he gave it to me
to put on when we were driving up here.  I like it ... feels good
... smells good ... gives me a boner," he laughed.  Brian giggled as he
went to Danny who was beckoning to him, leaving the two buddies alone to
talk.

After what Ben had said, Will looked at him curiously.  "You really love
Randy, don't you Ben?"

"I've always loved him and looked up to him since I was little, Will.  I've
really missed him lately `cos he's always so busy.  But when he heard Jason
had gone away and I was alone he came to the house and said he was sorry
he's been so distant lately.  He was so kind and loving.  He brought me up
here right away in Bob's Mercedes and, guess what?  He wants me to sleep
with him and Bob tonight in a guestroom here.  Yeah, dude, I really love my
big brother.  He's so strong, tough and handsome ... really sexy."

Ben took a sip of beer and suddenly stopped talking.  Maybe, Will thought,
he felt he had said too much. Will had the impression that Ben was working
the conversation round to a subject he was hesitant to talk about.  "Dude,"
Will said gently, "I know you so well. Is there something special on your
mind?"  Ben blushed.  "Ah, I see there is," Will laughed.  "OK, buddy, out
with it."

"Er, like ... well, like ... you're the twins' boy and you know them real
well.  Is it true they ... you know ... fool around with each other?"

"You mean have sex?" Will said brightly.  "Sure they do, all the time.  Bob
loves to watch them and sometimes joins in.  Those two are brothers, best
friends and lovers, have been since way before they ever came to the tribe.
They ran away from foster homes `cos they were afraid social services would
separate them.  They were homeless when they tried to steal Bob's car and
instead of punishing them he took them in.  The rest is history."

Ben's brow furrowed.  "So they, like, fuck?'

Will laughed.  "Fuck, suck, sixty-nine – you name it they do it.  I've
seen them often."

"And you, Will, you've ... you've, like, had sex with your dad, Seth,
right?"

"Oh yeah.  He's actually my step-dad, but even when I thought he was my
real dad we made love."  Will smiled at Ben. "But we've been talking about
Randy, dude, and I gotta hunch we're still talking about Randy, right?"

"OK, so what does Randy think about the twins, and you and Seth?  Does he
approve?"

"Approve?!" Will laughed.  "You know Randy.  He always says as long as both
guys want it and have fun, go for it.  Just as long as no one gets hurt and
no one gets pregnant ... and that ain't likely with us guys, now is it?"

"Guess not," Ben chuckled, smiling in relief.

Will touched Ben's hand.  "Buddy, let's cut to the chase here.  Is this all
about you having sex with Randy?  Is that what you want?"

Ben winced.  "No, dude, of course not.  Are you kidding?  He's my brother."

"Oh we're back to that are we?" Will sighed.  "I thought we'd settled
that."  "OK, well like ... just say for a minute I wanted to, which I don't
... I mean, how would I even bring up the subject with Randy without him
thinking I'm some kinda weirdo."

"Dude," Will frowned, "you just got through telling me Randy loves you,
he's kind and protective and real sexy.  Hell, you're wearing that oversize
shirt `cos it's his, it feels and smells like him and gives you a boner.
Of course you're hot for him.  And you really think he's the kind of man
who'd beat you up `cos you wanna have sex with him?

"Listen, Ben, Randy's the kinda guy who hates guys pussyfooting around a
subject. He likes plain talk.  And he'd love his kid brother confiding
secrets to him.  So start off simply.  If you're sure you want it, tell him
you wanna suck his dick or something, and see what he says."

Ben smiled.  "I'm glad you're my best friend, Will.  You make it all sound
so easy.  Not that I'll ever do it, of course.  I wouldn't dare."

"No, dude, of course you won't."  They looked at each other and collapsed
in a fit of giggles.

<><> "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, LITTLE BROTHER?"  <><>

Many good things had happened in the tribe lately, so dinner was a
multi-celebration.  Pete had brought peace to the feuding couple Zack and
Miguel ... Randy had shaken Grady out of his career-threatening depression
... and Ben had been thrilled by his big brother Randy's display of
affection for him.

This last one still had the final act to play out, but not until after
dinner.  In the meantime, the meal was a festive affair with love,
laughter, lots of wine and, as always, just below the surface, lust.  All
the couples were persuaded to stay overnight as Brian had made sure that
all the guestrooms were kept fully equipped and ready for just such an
occasion as this.

After dinner the men and their boys began to thank Mario and Grady and went
upstairs in twos and threes. Mark and Jamie; Pete and Brandon; Hassan and
Eddie went first. Danny and Tommy took Will with them; Bob and Randy took
Ben. And finally the hosts Mario, Grady took their excited boy Brian. (As
always, the wheelchair boys, Brian and Brandon, took the elevator.)

Brian knew exactly what would happen in the master bedroom.  Grady,
restored to his former happy-go-lucky self, stripped naked and jumped into
bed.  Brian undressed and was pulled up into the bed beside him – for
the first time in several weeks.  Mario got naked and joined them, with
brandy and three glasses.

Grady took a sip and said, "OK, kiddo, while I was in my stupid funk I
missed out on a lot of gossip so it's your job to fill me in.  And I'll be
asking lots of questions."

Mario loved Grady and Brian like this and he smiled.  "Don't let him bully
you, bambino."

Brian giggled, "Oh I don't care sir, I like it.  OK, here we go ..."

Meanwhile, the boy in the large guestroom down the hall, Ben, was less sure
of himself than his friend Brian was.  It was a long time since he had
shared a bed with his big brother, and his lover Bob, and now that time had
come he had an attack of nerves, especially as he watched the swarthy gypsy
strip down to his boxers and pull a beer from the small fridge in the room.

He offered bottles to the other two but Ben shyly declined and Bob said,
"If you two don't mind, I brought my laptop up from my car as I just have a
few files to approve, close out and transmit to Brandon so he'll have them
when he opens the office in the morning."

This was true, but Bob also wanted to give the brothers some time together
before bed, as his sensitive antennas gave him the impression there might
be some unfinished business between them.  As usual, he was right.

While Bob sat at a small table with his laptop, Randy pulled Ben down
beside him on a couch and stretched his arm along the couch behind his
neck.  He stroked the nape of Ben's neck and sighed.  "This feels good, eh
kiddo, you and me together?  We should do it more often – like every
time Jason has to go out of town."

"Yes, sir," Ben murmured, then cleared his throat. "I mean, yes definitely,
sir."

Randy felt his brother tremble slightly and said, "OK, little brother,
what's up?  You should be feeling real good right around now."

"Oh I am, sir, I really am ..."

"But ...  Come on kid, I hear a `but'.  This is me, Randy, your big
brother.  You know you can tell me anything."

"Well sir. Will and me were talking ... I kinda asked him about the twins,
how they, you know ..."

"Fuck each other?"

"Yes sir, that.  And you know Will makes love with his dad and ... oh, it
doesn't matter, sir, it's not important.  Maybe I will have that beer,
sir."

Randy took the top off a bottle and handed it to him.  Ben's hand was
shaking as he drank, taking refuge in the beer.

"Ben ... Ben, look at me, look into my eyes."  Ben turned his head and
gazed into the smiling blue eyes he knew and loved.  "Listen to me kiddo.
Do you wanna suck my dick?  Is that it?"

"No, sir," Ben blurted, taken by surprise.

"Oh pity," Randy shrugged.  "I thought it would be a kinda cool brotherly
thing to do.  But of course If you don't want to ... You know my rule –
if a boy don't want ..."

"But I do, sir.  I've been wanting to but I was scared to ask `cos ..."

"'Cos I might get angry?  Listen, kiddo, if we're to be real brothers we
won't be afraid to tell each other anything.  As for me getting angry ..."
He smiled, and kissed Ben hungrily on the mouth, probing inside with his
tongue.  When at last he pulled back he grinned, "That was me getting
angry. Now about that cock thing ... "

<><> THE BROTHERS SWITCH ROLES <><>

Randy pushed down his shorts and his long, thick cock sprang out tall and
straight.  "See?" he chuckled.  "You're not the only one gets a boner
sitting next to his brother.  OK, kid, rumor has it you've been getting
lessons from blowjob champ, Eddie.  Show me what he taught you."

Shedding all his inhibitions Ben scrambled to his knees on the floor
between Randy's manspread legs, and gazed at the massive cock.  He leaned
forward and kissed the bulbous head, then flicked out his tongue to touch
the drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip.  He licked the hard, sensitive
corona, and ran his tongue down the length of his cock.  He buried his face
in the wiry mass of black pubic hair and breathed in hard.

Randy groaned with pleasure as Ben licked his balls, then sucked them in
one by one.  That's it, kid," Randy smiled.  "Now, show me you're the tough
little brother I think you are.  Let's see how much you can take."

Ben's big brother always rose to a challenge, and now Ben did the same.  He
opened wide and lowered his mouth over the thick shaft, lower and lower,
pausing at times to take deep breaths through his nose.  He choked a couple
of times, and tears ran down his face, but he recovered and went lower
until his mouth was crammed with the full length of his brother's cock.

"Damn, I knew you could do it, kid.  You're my brother alright.  OK, now
take you time, take it easy and eat that cock."  Randy wrapped one hand
round the back of the boy's head to steady him, and used his other hand the
brush the tears from Ben's cheeks.  Carefully Ben pulled back took some
deep breaths then swallowed the shaft again.  He was thrilled to taste his
brother's musky cock, showing his love and feeling a whole new level of
intimacy.

Bob had been glancing over the top of his computer, pleased to see the
brothers giving each other so much pleasure, but on alert that Randy might
push the boy too far.  When Ben gagged and pulled back he choked painfully
this time.  Randy glanced over at Bob who was frowning and giving him a
warming look that Randy knew well.

"Awesome kiddo, you did great.  You almost made me bust a load in your
mouth.  But brothers have to give and take, kid, so come with me."  Randy
stood up, pulled Ben to his feet and kissed him.  He took his hand and led
him over to a floor-length wall mirror.  He made Ben stand sideways to the
mirror and Randy dropped to his knees in front of him.  Kneeling on all
fours, he faced the boy's rigid cock pointing straight at him.

As always there was no foreplay.  Randy leaned forward and easily swallowed
the whole length of Ben's cock.  Ben was shocked at first that his macho
gypsy brother would do this.  He had never expected Randy to kneel before
him in such a subservient act.  But he soon realized that Randy had wanted
to see his kid brother in the dominant role – and there was nothing more
dominant than face-fucking the big gypsy boss.

Ben was transformed from a reticent kid to a determined young buck, acting
tough like his big brother.  He grabbed Randy's shaggy black hair and
yanked his face harder down on his cock.  "Yeah," Ben growled, in a
passable imitation of Randy.  "Suck that cock, dude ... eat it."

Watching them, Bob marveled at Randy's ability to excite and teach his
little brother, to act tough like him and do and say things he would never
have dared to.  Bob found the role reversal a huge sexual turn-on and knew
he had to be a part of it.

Quietly he closed his laptop, stood up and shed his clothes.  He walked
naked to the mirror, spat on his cock and stroked it.  He knelt behind
Randy who was totally engrossed in feeding on his boy's juicy cock.  He
became aware of Bob's presence only when he felt the long shaft pierce his
ass.  In shock, his face jerk back off Ben and he howled.

But Ben still had hold of his hair and yanked his face forward again.
"Shut up and suck, big guy," Ben growled.  Startled by his own words he
looked in surprise at Bob with a guilty smile and arched eyebrows."

Bob deftly played into the scene.  "That's it, dude, let's give it to him.
He thinks he's so tough, working Grady over, tongue lashing him, reaming
his ass.  He's played the big boss for too long.  It's payback time."

"Damn straight," Ben said, diving deep into the fantasy.  "He's King of the
Gypsies but not too tough to get spit-roasted by his lover and his kid
brother.  Let's fuck!"

Randy was thrilled to hear Ben talking dirty like this, a tough top man,
imitating his older brother.  He was growing up just like him.  Randy
groaned as if in pain, his mouth stuffed with cock and his ass hammered by
Bob's ferocious rod.  Even impaled on Ben's cock he managed to glance
sideways at the mirror image of the two men he loved – his young brother
and his own lover, teaming up to dominate and degrade him.

And they didn't hold back.  They didn't need to as they both knew Randy
never flinched from whatever punishment a man dished out.  The double fuck
intensified as Ben and Bob grinned at each other across the gypsy's
heaving, muscular back.  Bob said, "Look at that dude in the mirror.  Not
the big macho boss now, is he?  On his knees, humiliated, ploughed at both
ends.

Ben was having the time of his life, his cock like a piston driving in and
out of the rugged, stubbled face.  From the boy who had earlier been scared
of even asking Randy for sex, he was now the young dark demon who had
teamed up with the man's lover to dominate him.  He imagined what it must
always feel like to be Randy – tough, masterful, always the boss.

Ben was turned on not only by the feel of fucking his brother's face, but
by the sight of his brother's handsome lover facing him, pounding his ass
as Randy had so often fucked his.  "You ready to spill in his ass, man?"
Ben asked, still using his top-man voice.

"Sure am, dude?  But not until we hear the big man submit.  Nothing like a
big alpha top pleading for mercy.  OK, dude, let's bring it on home."
Staring into each other's eyes, the man and boy turned on the pressure as
Randy's groans grew louder.  Ben pulled out and spit ran down Randy's chin
as he pleaded, "OK, I submit, guys, you win.  I give up.  Have mercy on me
... finish me off."

Bob smiled, "You heard what the man said, dude.  Let's do it.  Let him have
it."  Ben plunged his cock in again, Bob fucked ass and the three men
howled.  Ben was the first to blast a load down Randy's throat, then pull
out and spray his face.  Bob did likewise, erupting deep in his lover's
ass, then pulling out and splashing semen over his ass and heaving back.
And Randy had only to touch his own cock beneath him to blast a load on the
floor."

The only sound for long seconds was their panting breaths – until Bob
began to laugh.  He stood up, came round to Ben and hugged him tight.
"That was perfect, Ben.  We showed him who's boss, eh?"

"I'll be the judge of that," came the familiar deep voice.  Randy pulled
them apart and held Ben at arm's length.  "I am so fucking proud of you,
kid.  You're a chip off the old block, alright ... just like me when I was
your age."

"Thank you, sir," Ben said with a newly confident, roguish smile.  Randy
hugged him long and hard, then Bob said, "OK, guys, shower and bed."

All three showered together, dried off and climbed into bed.  Lying between
them Ben realized how tired he was.  He rested his face on Randy's chest
and was asleep in seconds.

Randy smiled down at him, then at Bob.  "Thanks, buddy, that's just what he
needed, just what I needed.  I love you, man.  You looked so fucking great
ploughing my ass.  `Course," he grinned.  "You know I can't let you get
away with that – you've got it coming, man."

"I was expecting that, Randy.  But can we please get through the night
without fucking?"

"Hmm, can't guarantee that, dude.  You know how I am.  I want it, I take
it."

Bob sighed.  "You never change, do you?  Even getting spit roasted by your
brother and lover.  Now go to sleep."

"Fuck you, man," Randy growled – but he fell asleep before he could.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 568

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