Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2021 07:18:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 571  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 571 by Rob Williams

Chapter 571 – "TWO GYPSY BROTHERS TEAM UP"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Randy's brother, rodeo cowboy Charlie, meets the tribe. He's straight, not
into guy sex himself, but he's intrigued by the crowd of hot men. He gets
hard watching the cop Mark fuck Jamie, and young Eddie's mouth tackles his
boner. Randy shocks his lover Bob and Charlie by urging them to act on
their mutual attraction. Sexy Bob ends up naked at the mercy of both rugged
gypsy brothers.

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

When his big brother Randy took Ben to the rodeo it was more thrilling than
he ever imagined, especially when the sexy cowboy who was the rodeo champ
turned out to be none other than their brother Charlie from Texas.

When Ben and Randy met him backstage, the boy hero-worshipped the sexy
cowboy.  And when Charlie mentioned that he had a week off before the rodeo
went to Arizona, Ben impulsively invited him to spend the week with them at
the tribe's compound.

Ben was thrilled when Charlie accepted, but Randy had mixed feelings.
Charlie was only a couple of years younger than Randy, and the two dominant
alpha males had inevitably been competitive as they grew up.  Charlie had
resented Randy being idolized by their younger brothers, and now Randy
resented Ben's adoration of Charlie.  The old resentment surfaced.

When Charlie arrived at their home Randy's lover Bob took him to the master
bedroom to explain to him about the men and boys of the tribe, and his
sexual relationship with Randy. Charlie, strictly a ladies' man, was
surprised but not shocked.  He grinned, "I gotta say, Bob, if my big
brother swings that way he couldn't have found a more gorgeous man than you
to spend his life with.  I even kinda envy him."

"Well," Bob smiled, "if it's any consolation, you are so much like your
brother – same dark looks, same blue eyes, same machismo – that I've
got a hard-on just sitting here next to you."  He chuckled.  "I can safely
say that to you, knowing that you play for the other team, with all those
women panting for you. I just hope that you won't be uncomfortable in a
place that's full of men."

Randy came in and overheard the last part their conversation.  Fearing he
might lose his lover and his kid-brother to Charlie, Randy challenged
him. "Charlie, I usually have a workout in the gym when I get home from
work – relieves the stress.  Care to join me?"

Charlie accepted the challenge and inevitably the workout became a trial of
strength between the equally-matched brothers. In the ensuing wrestling
match the advantage passed from one to the other.  Charlie had Randy in a
vicious submission hold but Randy powered out of it, locked Charlie in an
even more brutal hold and made him submit. Charlie was beaten.

"Damn, you're tough, Charlie.  You put up a hell of a fight.  I'm proud to
call you brother.  But I'm the boss around here, dude and there's something
you gotta learn.  Any new guy comes to the tribe, needs my approval.  And
there's only one way they earn that."

Charlie was dazed and unable to resist when Randy pinned him down and eased
his cock in his ass.  "This is something I should have done years ago, bro.
We spent so many years making war, it's time to make love.  It's only when
we wrestled and I felt your power and passion that I realized just how
alike we are. I was so consumed with fear that you would take everything
from me – my lover, my kid brother – that I denied my real feelings."

Tears came to the cowboy's eyes.  "You don't know, Randy, all those years,
how much I admired and idolized you.  My pride wouldn't let me show you, so
I fought against you instead.  But deep down I loved you, Randy.  I wanna
make up for those wasted years now, I want to be close to you.  Dude, I
wanna feel you inside me."

It wasn't just the physical sensation in his ass that made Charlie yield.
It was the new sense of being dominated by the big brother he had always
secretly idolized. For the first time in his life he surrendered, body and
soul, to another man, drifting in an uncharted world of new emotions. His
own powerful orgasm stunned him.  "Randy, what happened here?"

Randy kissed him gently and Charlie tried to make sense of it all.  "I
think I always wanted this, Randy, though I would never admit it, to myself
or to you.  I was a hit with the ladies and that stroked my ego, but when I
saw you and Ben at the rodeo, I guess I knew. But our old rivalry was still
there.  I wanted to make you jealous of me and Ben, maybe even me and Bob,
I dunno.  Will you help me through this, bro?  I don't know what it means."

They heard a noise in the corner, and their kid-brother Ben emerged from
the shadows, smiling from ear to ear.  "I saw it all, sirs, and heard it
all.  I even jacked off.  I'm so excited.  It's what I always wanted, `cos
I love you both."

As the three brothers went out to the garden they met the four guys who had
just come back from the beach, all shirtless in boardshorts.

"Hey guys," Randy yelled.  "Just in time to meet my brother Charlie.
Charlie, this is Mark, he's a cop, and his buddies Jamie, Nate and Eddie."

"Jesus," said a stunned Charlie, staring at the sculpted blond cop.  "What
have I got myself into here?  Help me Randy.  You'll help me, won't you?"

Randy laughed.  "Haven't I always taken care of my brothers?  Why stop
now?"

========= CHAPTER 571 =========

<><> BOB GOVES RANDY ADVICE – AGAIN <><>

The four new arrivals stared in awe.

Mark and Jamie, Nate and Eddie, had just returned from two days at a Malibu
beach helping their movie-star buddy Grady perfect some fancy new surfing
moves for the lifeguard movie he was starring in.

Shirtless in red lifeguard shorts and sneakers they presented a homoerotic
image to the equally stunned cowboy Charlie, also stripped down to the
shorts he had worn in the gym with his brother Randy.

It was a startling face-off.  On the one side: the three gypsy brothers
– Randy, newcomer Charlie and their youngest bother Ben.  And facing
them: the muscular cop Mark, his blond surfer buddy Jamie, Jamie's pal
Nate, and young Eddie, wearing his usual cheeky smile.

Despite Randy's boisterous introduction nobody moved.  So Bob, who had been
waiting nervously for the rival brothers to emerge from the gym, stepped
forward to fill the breach.

"Gentlemen, this is obviously a major meet-and-greet, so I think drinks are
in order.  Charlie, we usually have dinner as a large group out here in the
garden at the long table you see over there.  We also have pre-dinner
cocktails out here.  So Mark, you guys get acquainted with Randy's and
Ben's brother Charlie and I'll have drinks brought out."  Bob had a quick
word with the youngest boys, Vic and Noah, and they scurried into the
kitchen.

Mark stepped forward with a gleaming smile, his hand outstretched.
"Welcome, Charlie.  We've heard about you over the years and it's a real
pleasure to meet you.  They shook hands with a warm viselike grip and, as
had happened with Bob – it was Charlie who winced, not Mark.

"I see you're just coming from the gym with Randy," Mark smiled. "I know
from experience that he can be tough to beat in any gym routine."

"Tell me about it, Mark.  I thought I was tough till I tangled with my big
brother.  Er, y'all live here too, I guess.  Bob pointed out your
ground-floor apartment over there."

"Yeah, my partner Jamie and I live there.  This is Jamie, his buddy Nate,
and everyone's buddy Eddie."  Charlie shook their hands in turn, treating
them to a gleaming gypsy smile, so like Randy's.  Mark continued, "These
three guys are working on our friend's lifeguard movie.  I joined them at
the beach in Malibu – hence the lifeguard shorts we're all wearing, `cos
Eddie was filming us.  Eddie is an expert cameraman ..."

"And if it's OK, sir," Eddie jumped in, "I'd like to get pictures of you
while you're here as we hear from Ben you're a rodeo star.  Maybe you could
even put your cowboy outfit on at some point – that would be one for our
archives.  That is, if you don't mind getting your picture taken."

"Eddie," Charlie laughed, "I get my picture taken all the time, I'm an old
hand at the game."

"Great, sir.  I'm a Marine's boy – name's Hassan, a real Arab hunk, so
he could join in too."

The words `Marine's boy' added to the jumble of images already crowding
Charlie's head, and he was saved from more of Eddie's chatter by the
arrival of Noah and Vic with the drinks cart.

Ben eagerly took their drinks orders and they all sat at the table, while
Bob pulled Randy aside.  "So, Randy, I take it from all the smiles that
things went well in the gym.  I was worried."

"Sure they did, buddy," Randy smiled with a hint of arrogance. "Damn
Charlie's a tough fighter – well no surprise there, him being my brother
and all."

"And who won?"

Randy looked surprised.  "Dumb question, dude.  I did, of course.  Then I
fucked him."

Bob sighed wearily.  "Did you have to do that, Randy, to prove who's the
boss?"

"Well, sure, and it worked.  Always works for you, don't it?"

"But Charlie's into girls not guys."

"Ah, I knew he wanted me.  He protested a bit at first, but soon confessed
that deep down he'd fantasized about that for a long time, only he buried
the urge, put on a show of rivalry instead.  Anyway, I soon sorted that out
and now we're real close, like brothers should be."

Bob grinned, "No, not as most brothers would be, Randy.  You're one of a
kind."

"I know, dude, they all say that.  But like I said, we're real close now,
old rivalry forgotten.  Now I'm gonna take care of him, watch over him like
I do brother Ben and all the boys here."

Bob frowned warily and Randy winced.  "Shit, I know that look.  You're
gonna give me advice, even though you always say you never give advice."

"Not advice, Randy ... just a suggestion.  Look, Charlie's your brother,
just two years younger than you, plus he's worked his way to the top of the
tough world of the rodeo.  He's the star turn. You just said yourself he's
a tough fighter.  So don't lump him in with the boys who need your
protection.  He's right up there with macho guys like Mike, Zack and Seth
... and you yourself."

"Yeah, so what's your point, buddy?"

"My point is that if you hover over him while he's here with that
protective shadow of yours, he might feel demeaned – big brother
controlling him.  Like you said, he's tough, he can take care of himself.
He almost beat you.  Plus, he's very like you Randy.  How would you feel if
you'd just landed in a bunch of guys you didn't know, whose behavior you
didn't understand?  You wouldn't need a guardian angel hanging over you.
You'd wanna explore for yourself."

Randy stroked his stubbled chin. "Hm, I see what you mean. Like, I should
let him off the leash."

"Exactly.  Look at him now, getting along famously with Mark and the boys.
Now that you've settled things between you I'd leave him alone for a while.
Just be ready if he gets in trouble and asks for your help.

"And one last thing, Randy – about sex.  After talking to Charlie I
don't think he's gonna be like all the other men and boys who've joined
us. A lot of them were unsure about their sexuality but eventually decided
to jump in the pond and swim with all the others.

"But I sense that Charlie's not like that. He might be intrigued by what
goes on here – it's new and amusing to him – but he's not about to
start fucking every man and boy in sight – as you would. Charlie's
Charlie, and when the rodeo leaves for Arizona in a week, he'll be with
them, heading up the parade."

Randy smiled.  "What is it with you, man?  You psychic or something?"

"No Randy, but I watch and observe, and I can feel the way the wind's
blowing.  You should try it.  Let's get a drink and sit here and watch."

<><> THE COWBOY & THE COP <><>

Bob was right.  Charlie felt right at home with macho guys like Mark and he
was getting along famously with him and Jamie, and the boys, who stared up
at him like he had just stepped out of a movie Western, talking about
roping horses and riding broncs.  But it was not all about him. He was just
as interested in Mark's life as a cop.

"I get to know the cops working security at the rodeo, but I guess that's a
pretty easy gig, basically just crowd control and keeping over-enthusiastic
groupies out.  But you, man.  The streets of L.A. must get pretty mean
sometimes, like they do in West Texas."

The two men were engrossed in man-to-man conversation when Jamie signaled
to Mark, who said, "Oh yeah, I guess we should get cleaned up for dinner,
wash off all the sand and sweat.  Cleaning up before sitting at table is
one of Bob's rules."

Charlie chuckled.  "I guess in his quiet way Bob rules the roost around
here, uh?"

"In the house and the office, sure," said Jamie.  "But Randy's the big boss
of the construction company.  Those two guys work as a team ... in bed
too," he chuckled, then stopped and blushed.  "Oh, sorry, Charlie, didn't
mean to embarrass you."

Charlie gave a full-throated laugh just like Randy's.  "I'm not
embarrassed, dude.  I'm cool with all that.  In fact, I'm impressed by the
way y'all love each other and I'm intrigued by what y'all do together, even
though I don't swing that way myself.  You might as well know that in the
gym just now Randy and me had some scores to settle so we wrestled.  It was
close, but in the end Randy not only whipped my ass, he fucked it.  But
that was just alpha brothers staking their territory, like rival stags.

"But this man/boy thing y'all got going here is new to me and it's real
interesting.  But you two don't exactly strike me as master and boy, more
like two hot guys in love."

"Glad you noticed that, Charlie," Mark smiled.  "Hey, why don't you come
with us when we get cleaned up – see how the other half lives?"

"I'm up for that, officer.  Mind if I bring my beer?"

"Mind?" Mark laughed.  "It's the price of admission to our place."

Nate said he had to get back to Adam and Chad, and Eddie grinned, "Gotta go
and take care of my Marine, sir.  See I have a specialty ... well, I'll
show you later, Charlie."

<><> Mark, Jamie & A Show for Charlie <><>

Mark showed Charlie over the large apartment and he was impressed.  "This
is a great space, man.  I already saw Randy and Bob's house, and Bob said
Randy built it.  Did he build this too?"

"Well, rebuilt.  It was a collection of old sheds and a garage and Randy
and his crew gutted it and ... this is the result."

"It's real classy, dude.  Are, er, are Randy and you buddies?"

Mark hesitated, then smiled.  "I don't wanna shock you Charlie but
... Randy, Bob and I are a sort of threesome.  Sure, Randy and Bob are
tight as a drum, but I've always been in love with Bob.  So I guess you
could say Randy and I were rivals, a bit like Randy and you.  But, also
like you two we finally admitted we loved each other.  The boys used to
call us the Tortured Trio, then we became the Triumphant Trio."

"Man, this gets complicated," Charlie grinned.  "So where does Jamie fit
into all this?"

"Oh, that's different.  Jamie used to be my boy, but he grew into such a
confident, handsome young man that we think of each other as buddies, and
totally in love.  `Course, me being a cop and all, there's always that
authoritarian thing going on.  Every day when I get off work after that
bike's been throbbing between my legs all day, I'm real horny.  And he's
always waiting ..."

Mark trailed off and smiled.  "Actually, I guarantee that right now Jamie
is waiting for me in the bedroom as he always does.  I'm not in my uniform
like I usually am, but after all that surfing action at the beach we're
both pretty horny and ..."

"And I should make myself scarce, eh?" Charlie chuckled. "OK, officer, I
can take a hint.  I'll leave while you two do your thing."

Mark hesitated, with a roguish smile on his face.  "Charlie, you said you
were curious about what we guys do together.  If you wouldn't be too
shocked, maybe you'd like to see it firsthand?"

"Mark, after working the rodeo circuit for so many years there ain't much
that shocks me.  In fact, I already told Randy that I once saw a couple of
our rodeo guys together under the bleachers necking, and it looked kinda
hot.

"'Course, I'm strictly a ladies' man, never had a thing for guys, in spite
of what I let Randy do to me.  But I do appreciate good-looking men and I
gotta say, man, you and Jamie ... dammit, y'all are two of the best-looking
guys I have ever seen ... you seem to fit together.  So sure, I'd get off
watching two hot guys like you do your thing.  I'm always up for something
new.  Unless me watching would put you and Jamie off your stride."

Mark laughed.  "Charlie, when I see Jamie lying on that bed and I look into
his eyes, an eight-point earthquake wouldn't put us off our stride.  It
usually feels like an earthquake anyway.  So come on, grab another beer and
let's go see if I was right about my sexy young jock."

He was right, of course.  Charlie's eyes opened wide when they went into
the bedroom and saw Jamie lying naked on the bed on his back.  "Holy shit,"
he said.  "I don't care what team you play on, but that is a gorgeous sight
in anyone's book.  Mark, if you're gonna do what I think you're gonna do,
you're a lucky man."

"This is what I see every day when I get home after work," Mark said. "I
think about it all day.."

From then on Mark's laser focus was solely on Jamie, which made the whole
scene look even sexier to Charlie – two hot guys, a cop and a surfer,
about to make love to each other.  He sprawled in a chair and watched as
Mark dropped his shorts and stood butt-naked on the bed astride Jamie.
"What do you want, Jamie?  Let me hear it."

"I want what I always want from you, sir.  I wanna feel your cock inside
me."

Mark's long shaft was already at attention, and he dropped to his knees
between Jamie's splayed legs.  He spat on his cock and stroked it as Jamie
pulled his legs back.  Charlie was fascinated to see a macho jock like
Jamie offering his ass to the naked cop.  He had never imagined sex could
be as powerfully graphic as this – men or women.

He held his breath as Mark leaned forward, kissed Jamie lightly and eased
his cock inside him.  The look that passed between them was pure love –
passion – and Charlie realized for the first time that love this strong
had a life of its own.  Man-woman, man-man, it was immaterial.  Love itself
between two people was all that mattered.

Charlie watched mesmerized as Mark rose and fell over Jamie, his iron-hard
rod burying itself deeper and deeper between the white bubble cheeks of his
ass.  As he relaxed and sipped his beer Charlie felt an aura of peace
permeating the room.

His only other experience of sex like this was when his brother Randy had
fucked him.  But that had had other imperatives driving it – two
brothers finally shedding their animosity and accepting for the first time
the love they had suppressed for so long.  But what he was watching now was
magical, and he realized with a shock that his dick was swelling in his gym
shorts.

It wasn't that he wanted to take Mark's place and fuck a man for the first
time.  It was the erotic beauty of the scene that roused him and made him
stroke the bulge in his shorts.  But he didn't want to just jerk off.
"Dudes," he moaned, "y'all look so fucking beautiful it makes me hot to
trot.  No, I don't wanna fuck, and I don't wanna just pull one off either.
It's too hot for that ..."

As if on cue they were interrupted.  The door opened and Eddie said, "Sirs,
dinner is gonna be ... oops, oh jeez," he winced.  "Lousy timing.  Forget I
ever came in ..."

"No wait a minute, Eddie," Mark said.  "There's a horny cowboy here wants
to shoot his load ..."

"Yeah, I heard that bit, sir."  Mark winked at Jamie, both of them pretty
sure Eddie had been listening outside the door.  They focused back on each
other and their love-making, and let Eddie deal with Charlie – as they
knew he could.

Cheeky as ever, Eddie said, "Sir.  Maybe I can help you with that bulge in
your shorts?"

"How, kiddo?" Charlie grinned. "You got a couple a' girls outside?"

"Better than that, sir, much better. I'm sure you've had your dick sucked
before ..."

"Duh," Charlie laughed.  "Couple a' hundred times at last count."

"Yeah, but not really sir.  Remember I mentioned earlier that I have a
specialty?  You ain't had a blowjob till you've had mine.  I'm the expert
– heck, I give lessons to all the boys.  Oh, I know I'm a guy and all,
but you can shut your eyes and pretend I'm a girl if you like, I don't
mind.  I just wanna suck your dick, sir."

Charlie looked up at the eager face, then over at the bed where the fuck
was becoming more erotic by the moment.  "My nuts are bursting, so what the
hell.  Do your thing, Eddie.  A blowjob's a blowjob, kid, no matter who
does it."

"Tell me that after you've cum, sir.  Just leave everything to me."

Charlie was sprawled in his chair and Eddie knelt on the floor between his
manspread legs.  He pulled his shorts down far enough to expose his cock
that was already semi-erect.  "Halfway there, sir.  I'll soon put that
right."

First he teased, licking Charlie's balls, then ran his tongue up the length
of the cock.  "Hmm, I recognize that monster, sir. As long and thick as
your brother Randy's.  No problem, sir, I worked his slab o' meat lotsa
times."

By now Charlie was focused again on the bed, on the muscular cop making
love to his sexy buddy.  But suddenly he gasped and tensed as Eddie's
tongue went to work on the hard, sensitive corona round the head of his
cock.  "Jesus," he moaned, glancing down at Eddie's determined face, before
focusing again on the couple on the bed.

Then Eddie got serious, took a deep breath and lowered his mouth over
Charlie's shaft until the head came to rest in the warm velvet membrane
deep inside.  As Eddie clenched his throat muscles round it Charlie
groaned, "Jesus Christ, Eddie, you don't mess around do you?  That's
fucking incredible.  Don't stop, kid ..."

And so at last the euphoria he felt watching Mark and Jamie was matched by
the ecstatic sensation in his cock.  Eddie worked it using every trick he
had perfected over the years.  The cowboy's orgasm was inevitable, even
without the stimulus of watching the cop and the surfer.

The tension in the room heightened as the climax approached, and Mark took
the lead, as always.  "I love you Jamie ... fuck, you're beautiful.  You're
making me cum ... I'm gonna shoot ... fuck, here it comes, dude ... yeahhh
..."

Charlie watched in disbelief as he saw Mark shudder as he came inside
Jamie, who spurted juice all over his own tanned body.  Simultaneously,
Eddie tightened his mouth round Charlie's cock in a move no man could
resist, and he gave a cowboy whoop of triumph as his cock erupted deep down
Eddie's throat.

<><> "EDDIE - FREEZE!"  <><>

While Mark and Jamie lay lovingly in each other's arms, Charlie was splayed
limply in his chair with a dopey grin on his face. "Eddie, where in
tarnation did you learn to do stuff like that?"

Eddie grinned impishly, Charlie's cum trickling down his chin.  "Well, sir,
it's a long story, but I'm OK with long stories ..." And he launched into
yet another – "You will not believe ..." – not pausing for breath as
Charlie listened in amusement.

"Before I came to the tribe I worked in a leather bar in Palm Springs.
It's owned by an older guy we call Uncle Mike, the only guy who calls Randy
`boy'.  We call him Uncle `cos he really is the uncle of one of our boys,
Brian, who was living in a rundown mobile home in the desert before Brandon
persuaded him to join the land of the living, them both being in
wheelchairs and all, and he came to the tribe and now he's the boy of a
great big movie star.

"But I digress ... back to me and blowjobs.  I was the bar-back for Uncle
Mike and I used to get tips in the back room for sucking guys off.  I'd
kneel on the floor and do loads of them.  I was real popular, they would
line up, I could a' sold tickets.  I made good money and kinda liked doing
it, except that the floor was murder on my knees until I got knee
pads. That helped a lot.

"Anyway, I met Zack and his boy Darius in the bar ... I don't think you met
them yet, they're both black and look great in leather ... look great out
of it too but that's another story.  Anyway, long story short ["That'll be
the day," Mark sighed to Jamie] I fell for Darius and came to live here
with the tribe and Hassan made me his boy ... he's a big tough Marine
captain, wait till you meet him.

But cock-sucking is a skill you never forget, like riding a bike ... well
not exactly like that, I guess, ... and when the guys here found out how
good I was they loved it and all wanted to learn how to do it, so I gave
lessons.  I was toying with the idea of opening a sort of school, a College
for Cocksuckers kinda thing, but Hassan wouldn't let me.

"But I still give lessons, sir, and I can give you some if you ... ooh,
sorry, sir, I keep forgetting you're not into that, you don't swing that
way.  Hah, it'll be a cold day in hell before we see you, a big butch
cowboy, swinging on a cock stuffed in your mouth, though I gotta say I'd
love to get that on camera, definitely one for the archives.  Did I ever
tell you that ..."

"Eddie, Eddie," Mark said sternly from the bed.  "Did you just come in here
just to suck off Charlie and talk his ear off, or was there another
reason?"

"What?  Oh yes, sir, Bob asked me to come and tell you dinner was being
served.  `Course he didn't realize you were going at it, and now, with all
my blabbing it's prob'ly getting cold.  That's something else I do,
Charlie, talk too much.  I try not to but somehow ..."

"Eddie, freeze!" the cop ordered.  Wide-eyed Eddie made the time-honored
gesture of sliding his fingertips across pursed lips and turning the key at
the end.  But Right away he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, that
was forestalled by Charlie who stood up, pulled Eddie to his feet and
hugged him, laughing.

"I like you, Eddie, and I promise you, if the day ever comes when I decide
to switch from horses to blowjobs, you're the first guy I'll come to."

Mark disentangled himself from Jamie's arms and got off the bed.  "Charlie,
Jamie and I are gonna take a quick shower.  Wanna join us?  It's a big
shower."

"Sure, why not, this seems to be a day for firsts.  In the rodeo locker
room there's a great big communal shower us guys use ... though we're
careful not to drop the soap," he laughed.

"I'll run and get your clothes you left in the gym," Eddie said.  "And
don't forget, sir, while you're here, I'm always around if you need me."

<><> DINNER WITH THE FAMILY <><>

The crowd was already sitting at table when the smiling trio arrived late
after their showers.  Eddie had already dashed out and was holding court
with the boys, with his signature, wide-eyed ... "Dudes ... you ... will
... not ... believe ..."  So the story was already out by the time Mark,
Jamie and Charlie sat down with Bob and Randy.

"So," Randy grinned, "another first for you, eh bro?"

Charlie did a double-take.  "You already know?"

Bob laughed.  "Charlie, another thing you should know about our guys is
their stunningly efficient grapevine.  Whatever happens here is usually
general knowledge in minutes, thanks usually to motormouth Eddie –
especially when he had a star part as he seems to have here judging by his
eager gushing over there with the boys.  Eddie is known for being a great
talker."

"So I gathered," Charlie chuckled.  "And do they all start out `You will
not believe ...'?"

"Always, and the younger boys soak up every word.  So, Charlie, the
grapevine has it that you watched one of the seminal daily events of the
tribe – the police officer here making love with his sexy young
surfer. That sight is enough to make anyone jack off, except we would have
thought you'd be immune."

"Hey, I know a thing of beauty when I see it, no matter who's doing it
... plus I had a little help from y'all's resident blowjob maestro ... a
lot of help actually.  Damn he's good.  Er, Randy, I hope you don't mind me
doing all that."

"Mind?  Dude you're my brother, you do whatever you want.  My rule is, when
you want something, go get it.  I always do.'  Randy grinned roguishly.
"So, does this mean you're coming over to our team, bro?  Look at all these
guys ... all drooling over you."

Charlie threw his head back and gave a boisterous Randy laugh. "No, buddy,
it don't mean that. I'm still the old Charlie, still partial to the ladies.
But I'm `free, wild and from Texas' as we say down there, and I don't put
labels on things.  Like you said, dude, I'm your brother, I do whatever the
fuck I want, and I don't give a shit what anyone else thinks about me."

"Sounds familiar," Mark smiled, looking from Charlie to Randy.

"See, guys, working in rodeo I've been around the block a few times, though
maybe not the same block as y'all.  And I'm always open to new experiences.
Hell, Randy, when I first came here I wondered what it felt like to kiss a
guy and almost experimented with Bob, except he had the sense to pull back
and refuse. He said it would make you go ballistic and tear us both apart."

"Back then, sure," Randy said, "but now, not so much – not after I
almost did tear you apart in the gym by fucking your ass.  After we got
that lot sorted out I saw things differently."

Charlie said, "I always say, it don't matter what a guy does as long as no
one gets hurt and no one is forced."

Randy winced slightly.  "Yeah, I say that too, bro, but I guess I broke my
rule with you.  I was angry, lost my cool and did kinda force my dick in
you."

"Ah, no sweat, dude.  Look, I ain't one of your boys, I'm your brother,
only two years younger and tough enough to take care of myself.  Sure, I
protested a bit at first but that was just a knee-jerk reaction, part of
the ritual, I guess.

"Truth is, Randy, we both knew we felt the same – you and me have the
same DNA.  Hell, we'd just had a knock-down drag-out fight, we knew each
other's strength.  Believe me, I wouldn't have let you near my ass if I
hadn't wanted it." Charlie laughed, "You know the old saying, dude – you
can't force the willing.

"I also wanna thank you for not smothering me with that protective instinct
of yours.  Like I said, I'm not one of your boys, and I like to explore,
find my own way.  So you didn't object when I went off with Mark and Jamie.
I felt kinda like I'd been let off the leash, and I appreciate that."

Randy shrugged.  "I gotta admit, bro, that you mostly have Bob to thank for
that, it was his idea.  He always says he don't give advice ... before he
gives advice.  I would never admit this to him, but it's usually good
advice and I do what he says.  But don't you dare tell him I said so."

Bob grinned and rolled his eyes at Charlie, just as young chef Will
appeared bearing plates of food and announced, "Dinner is served,
gentlemen."

"Thanks, Red," Randy said, "looks perfect as always.  Charlie, I think
you've already met our assistant chef Red here.  His name's really Will but
I call him Red for obvious reasons."  He affectionately ruffled the red
hair under his chef's hat and a blush came to his freckled face."

"Yeah, Will and me met already.  Hey, Will that hat and smart green apron
look cute on you."

"Green is the house color, sir," Will said proudly.  "The other houses have
other colors."

"Food looks great, Will, but why has Randy got something different from us,
a great big steak?"

"Because he's the boss, sir.  He gets his favorite.  While you're here,
sir, as you're the boss's brother, you can pick and choose too.  If your
favorite's Tex-Mex you can tell me how you like it.  We should get together
in the kitchen, sir."

"It's a date, Will."  Charlie grinned at Randy.  "I guess being the boss's
brother carries some weight around here, though not as much as the boss
himself."

Randy stood up and called for silence.  "Guys, before we eat, I would like
to introduce you to our visitor.  Some of you have already met him, and the
boys have certainly seen Ben's video of him strutting his stuff at the
rodeo.  Say hello to the cowboy brother of Ben and me ... Charlie."

Charlie stood up to rowdy cheers and applause.  "Wow," he grinned, "y'all
are louder than the rodeo crowd.  I've only just got here, but already I'm
having a blast.  We may have our differences – like, as y'all have
prob'ly heard, I don't fuck guys – but that shouldn't stop us from being
good buddies. In the week that I'm here I hope I'll get to meet each of you
properly.

"I gotta say, dudes, what y'all have going here is pretty spectacular.
Hell, you're the hottest bunch of guys I've ever seen.  What is it,
something in the water?  If so, I'll bottle it and sell it – make a
fortune."

He sat down to raucous laughter and more applause and Randy said, "Here's
another ritual, dude."  He stood up again.  "As always, guys, we have to
give a huge vote of thanks to our chefs, the twins Kyle and Kevin and their
assistant Will.  Take a bow, guys.

They stood in a row, Will between the twins, all identically dressed in
green aprons and white hats.  They took off their hats, raised them high in
the air and swooped them down in a low theatrical bow to acknowledge the
rowdy cheers, Charlie's cowboy whoops loudest of all.

His eyes were moist as he said, "Godammit, Randy, you and Bob have built
something real special here, I take my hat off to you both.  I envy you,
man."

<><> ENTER PABLO <><>

Ben, who had been in the bunch of boys listening raptly to Eddie, broke
away and ran up to Randy and Charlie. He sat down between them but with his
back to the table, his legs stretched forward, feet on the ground.

"Hey, what's this, kid, some kind of protest?" Randy asked, then followed
his shining gaze down to his feet.  "And what are those scuffed-up old
boots?  They look as if they've been around the block a few times."

"Not the block, sir, the rodeo arena.  On Charlie's feet!  He gave his old
boots to me.  Ain't they awesome?"

Randy smiled at Charlie.  "That was a great thing to do, bro.  He'll
probably sleep in them."

"I told him not to do that `cos they say cowboys die with their boots on.
But I think he should wear them when I take him for riding lessons.  Would
you let me take him tomorrow?"

"Dude, I told you before, you don't have to ask my permission – Ben's
your brother as much as mine.  It sounds like a grand idea.  You up for
that, junior?"

Ben's sparkling eyes answered for him, and before he could speak they were
interrupted by a late arrival coming in the gate.  "Ah, at last.  Someone
special I want you to meet, Charlie."

"Ah yeah, I recognize that arrogant stride, and he's bare-chested too.
Like father, like son.  This must be the son I've heard rumors about.  I
was wondering when you'd produce him."

"Not a rumor, bro, larger than life.  That's Pablo – adopted son,
actually."

As he walked to the house Pablo shouted, "Sorry I'm late, dude.  Finishing
up that truck at work.  I'll get cleaned up real fast and come back with
Tyler.

Charlie said, "Well that's a surprise.  Adopted son, eh?  He sure looks the
part, quite the hunk.  He must be real special to you."

"He is.  We go back a long, long way before there was a tribe.  I came
across him working as a young mechanic in an old gas station in the desert,
being brutalized by a bunch a' thugs who's main business was cooking meth
out back.  With the help of Mark here, we rescued him, Mark arrested the
thugs and they're still rotting in jail.

"Dude, that kid was so fucking brave, I took him on as my boy and he's made
me proud of him ever since.  He's always copied me in everything – even
to the anger that flares up in me.  We've had our fights, god knows, but
I'm crazy about him – and him about me.  He's grown up to be a tough and
independent man, our chief mechanic in the company.  Some time ago he found
a boy of his own, a shy kid called Tyler who worships the ground Pablo
walks on.

"There's another guy I specially want you to meet.  He's not here today,
lives in a big spread in the hills.  He's a therapist, Doc Steve, and he's
treated most of the guys here."

"Hey, you think I need a shrink, man?" Charlie laughed.  "I may be nuts,
but not that nuts."

"Your nuts have nothing to do with it, bro.  You'll wanna meet this shrink
I guarantee.

Pablo and Tyler came out and sat opposite Charlie.  Pablo gave him his
cheerful, crooked smile and they shook hands.  "Hey, dude, good to meet you
at last. Damn you could be Randy's twin.  No wonder everyone here's hot for
you.  Pity you don't swing our way, but we can't have everything.  This is
my boy Tyler.  He's real turned on by cowboys, just like his pal Ben."

"Hey there, Tyler."  Charlie shook his hand and Tyler blushed.  "Is it true
you're a real life cowboy, sir?  It looked like it in the video Ben took at
the rodeo."

"Well, Tyler, I'm mostly a rodeo cowboy now, but back in Texas I still herd
cattle sometimes in the rodeo's off season.  Have you ever ridden a horse?"

"No, sir, but I've always wanted to – it looks so sexy.  Ben said you're
gonna show him how to."

"Sure, tomorrow.  You wanna come too?  Sorry, Pablo I guess I should have
asked you first."

"That's fine, Charlie, I always try to give my boy what he wants, and
riding a horse would be a dream come true.  I'll be busy all day tomorrow
but if you can manage two of them I'm all for it."

Charlie spent the next half hour in animated conversation with Pablo and
Tyler.  Randy smiled seeing his brother and his son getting on so well
together.  He said to Bob, "They seem to have hit it off real good, buddy."

"No surprise there, Randy.  You don't seem to realize – it's not just in
looks that you two are alike.  It's an all-round thing – attitude, tone
of voice, macho confidence, that raw, rough sexuality, not to mention the
same blue eyes.  Stands to reason, if Pablo is hot for you he'd be hot for
your look-alike brother.

"Same thing goes for all the guys here.  You know they're all in love with
you, so of course they lust for Charlie.  It's a good thing he don't have
sex with guys, or he and his cock would be tearing through this crowd like
you did."

"Hmm, never thought of it like that."  Randy frowned.  "Does, er, the same
thing go for you too?"

"Of course it does," Bob laughed lightly.  "When you first came in earlier
today and found us together staring into each other's eyes, of course I was
turned on.  He's got a great sense of fun and curiosity too.  We were
talking about sex between men and he said he'd often wondered how it felt
to kiss a guy.  He wanted to experiment with me, and I was tempted, sure I
was.

"But like he told you, I pulled away, knowing how you'd react – how you
did react, in fact.  You took him to the gym, wrestled him to defeat and
then fucked him.  After you'd proved you were the boss and called the
shots, everything was OK between you and you could act civilized."

Randy studied Bob.  "Do you still have the hots for him?"

"Of course I do.  When he shakes my hand and I stare into those blue eyes,
your blue eyes, I get a hard-on, as I always do with you.

"But Randy, I don't know why we're having this conversation.  You know
nothing's gonna happen.  First, Charlie has no interest in fucking me.  And
second, I would never let him, even if he wanted to.  It would be a huge
betrayal of you and stir up that old sibling rivalry between the two of
you.  That's the last thing in the world I want.  So let's drop the
subject, eh, buddy?"

"Sure, sure," Randy grinned.  "God I love, you, you sexy son of a bitch."
He went back to attacking his steak, but there was still a pensive look in
his eye."

<><> RANDY SHOCKS <><>

For the rest of dinner Charlie focused his attention mostly on Randy's
family – Pablo and Tyler, Randy, Bob and Ben.  It would have been too
hard to attempt conversation with the other men and boys round the table
so, as he had said in his little speech, he hoped to get to know them
individually during the week he would be here.

When the meal was over and the crowd started to disperse he was surprised
by the warmth of all the men who welcomed him as they left.  The most
common phrase was something like "a brother of Randy's is always welcome
here, Charlie." It made him realize once again the enormous respect and
affection they felt for the undisputed leader of the tribe, along with his
gorgeous partner Bob.

He gave Ben a goodnight hug.  "'Night, kiddo.  Eleven o'clock tomorrow
morning OK?  I'll meet you and Tyler right here.  Wear jeans, and be sure
to wear those boots I gave you."

"I'll never leave home without them, sir," as he ran off with his pal Will
who he was staying with.

As Charlie walked back to the boss house with Bob and Randy, Randy said.
"It's terrific what you're doing for those kids, bro.  It's something
they'll never forget."

"And I'll never forget my visit with y'all. Taking those boys out is one
small way I can repay you."

When they went upstairs in the Boss House Bob showed Charlie his guestroom.
"The boys made it up and I think you'll find everything you want."

"Yeah, except young Eddie to take care of the boner I've been nursing.
Does the kid make house calls?"

Bob laughed.  "Not right now.  As we speak, he's probably getting fucked by
his tough Marine.  And unfortunately, we don't have hot and cold running
girls around the place for guys like you. But don't despair, Charlie, a few
good brandies should deaden your sex drive.  Come and have a nightcap with
Randy and me.  We've got a special bottle of old cognac stashed away."

So, a few minutes later they were lounging in the master bedroom sipping
brandy, feeling well contented after great food and good company.  Randy
was unusually quiet, studying his lover and his brother, and the
interaction between them.

"Such a day," Charlie grinned.  "So much happened, and so many firsts for
me.  Sorry we got off to that rocky start, Randy, when you found Bob and me
in this very room staring at each other.  I know how it must have looked
and I hope it's all forgotten.  But you took care of it, like you seem to
take care of everything here.  Always the big boss, eh?  Always in charge."

"Yeah, we soon put the lid on that, eh bro?" Randy grinned.  "But actually,
it's not entirely forgotten.  I still recall the look you both had in your
eyes."

"Oh, man, I apologize again for ..."

"No, no, let me finish. This is a good thing.  Look. I love both of you
guys, I feel real close to you ... in different ways, of course.  And I
remember what my boy Pablo said at dinner when he talked about Tyler having
riding lessons – `I always try to give my boy what he wants'.

"And something else too I overheard just before I came in here this morning
and saw you two.  Charlie, if I remember it right, you said to Bob, `If my
big brother swings that way he couldn't have found a more gorgeous man than
you to spend his life with.  I even kinda envy him'.  And Bob said, `If
it's any consolation, you're so much like your brother – same dark
looks, same blue eyes, same machismo – that I've got a hard-on just
sitting here next to you."

"Yes," Bob smiled, "but that was our libidos talking.  You also recall that
we didn't act on it, of course, out of loyalty to you."

Randy frowned, "And I think that's a shame, a missed opportunity.  Look,
you know my rule – if two guys want it and no one gets hurt, go for it.
I always do.  OK, so at that moment I would've got hurt, but not anymore,
not after watching you all day, Charlie, and seeing how much like me you
really are, especially your affection for the boys."

"Randy," Bob smiled quizzically, "where is this going?  What are you
saying?"

"Dammit, guys, what I'm saying is, like Pablo, I wanna try and give my best
buddies what they want.  It would be my welcome gift to you, Charlie, and
I'd be pleasing the man I love too." A roguish smile lit his face. "And,
most important of all, I would get off watching it."

"Watching what, Randy?"

"Has that brandy clouded your brain, dude?  What d'ya think I mean?
Watching you two kiss!"

"Oh yeah," Charlie laughed. "And then your anger would spike and you'd tear
us limb from limb."

"No, asshole.  It's what I want.  I'll be here all the time, I'm still the
boss and I call the shots.  And this is the shot I'm calling now.  Unless,
little brother, your manhood is so insecure you're scared it would take a
hit."

"Now that, big brother, is a definite challenge, and like you I always rise
to a challenge."  Charlie sprang to his feet facing Bob, pulled him up into
a tight hug ... and pressed their lips together.

Randy reached down and cupped his hand over his bulge as their kiss churned
on, until Bob pulled away, slightly panicked, and stared into Charlie's
smiling blue eyes. "So that's how it feels," Charlie panted. "Damn you are
one hell of a hot dude." Bob impulsively grabbed Charlie's head and pulled
him into another fierce kiss that lasted longer as their inhibitions
vanished.

The grinding kiss went on, sharing the same hot breath, tongues sliding
together, until at last they separated, gasping for air.  Charlie turned to
Randy.  "Why did you make me do that, Randy?  Now that boner's straining at
my jeans.  What the hell do I do with it?"

"Fuck him."

"What?!!" they chorused.  "Randy you know I don't do that stuff."

"I know, I know, and believe me, bro, I'm not trying to convert you, or
whatever they call it.  You'll still be the old Charlie, only in this room,
just us three, we're different, we're the bosses, we can do whatever we
feel like – it's just between us.

"And by the way, I didn't make you do that, dude.  You threw yourself at
Bob.  So why not go all the way?  I wanna give you the most precious thing
I have – loan it, at least.  I don't usually let guys anywhere near
Bob's ass, except special men like Mark.  And you're special to me, bro."

"And you're an arrogant son of a bitch," Charlie growled.

"I know," Randy grinned.  "Runs in the family, don't it?"

"You're treating this gorgeous man here like a possession, like you own him
to loan out."

"OK, let's ask him.  If he don't want it, it's off."  Bob saw that sparkle
of desire in Randy's eyes that he could never resist.  "So, buddy, d'you
wanna feel my cowboy brother's dick in your ass?"

"Dammit, Randy you know I do.  You always know what I want, asshole."

"Do you really want it, Bob?" Charlie asked.

"Of course I do, Charlie.  I wanted it the minute I saw you, a perfect
replica of the man I love."

"So what the hell, dude," Charlie laughed.  "Let's do it.  Let's show the
boss here he should have been careful what he wished for."

<><> THE COWBOY RIDES AGAIN <><>

They sprang into frenzied action, watching each other strip and reveal
their sculpted bodies.  Bob threw himself on the bed and the naked cowboy
towered over him – his cock rock hard, as long and as thick as Randy's.
Charlie knelt between Bob's splayed legs and smiled.  "Er, this is my first
time at this, dude, so I might need a little help."

Bob grinned.  "If you're anything like your brother, Charlie – and I
know you are – you won't need any help.  Fucking is second nature to you
guys."

"Spit OK?"

"It's all I ever get, dude."

Charlie found that Bob was right – it did all come naturally. He spat in
his palm, lubed his cock, pushed Bob's legs back and smiled into the deep
brown eyes.  "God you're beautiful."  He pressed his cock against his hole
and it slid right in.  As he felt the warm ass close round his cock, his
head flew back and he howled as he pushed in deep, pulled back and drove in
again.

"Damn, my fucking cock's on fire.  I've never felt anything like this
... firm, strong and so fucking hot.  I love your ass, dude – my dick
fits so easy.  You're used to a big thick cock, eh?"

"I get lots of practice, Charlie."

"Damn he's a lucky man.  I can see why he's so crazy about you.  Fuck this
feels epic ... I ..."

"Don't cum to soon, Charlie.  Relax and enjoy."

Charlie soon settled into a steady rhythm, gazing down at Bob and sliding
his thick shaft in and out of the warm ass that clamped round it.  But he
never lost that humorous gleam in his eyes.  "Man, I'll think about this
every time I ride a horse in the ring, my nuts grinding on his back.  Hell,
thinking of you I'll bust a load in my jeans while they all cheer, wouldn't
that be something?"

He leaned forward, grabbed Bob's wrists and pinned them to the bed.  "Feel
familiar?"

"I'll say," Bob smiled.  "You brothers are so alike.  Fuck me Charlie."

The rhythmic fuck resumed and Bob looked up at the swarthy gypsy face,
shaggy black hair falling round his neck, just like Randy's.  And yet there
was a difference, especially in the eyes.  Randy's gaze was intense to the
point of hypnotic.  Charlie's had more humor, a sense of fun as he enjoyed
this novel experience of being inside a man – and a man as sexy as
Randy's lover.

As they fucked they both became aware of Randy standing by the bed smiling
down at Bob, then at Charlie.  He was pulling off his T-shirt, kicking off
his boots and dropping his jeans and the two men were momentarily
distracted from each other by the homoerotic sight of the naked
construction boss.  Bob's gaze flicked between the almost identical
brothers and he had the surreal sensation of been worked over by both of
them.

Randy was stroking his iron-hard rod and Charlie said, "Damn, if you carry
on doing that, bro, I really am gonna shoot.  You better come here and
spell me a minute."  Feeling his climax approaching Charlie pulled
reluctantly out of Bob and Randy came round to stand next to him."

"Fucking awesome, bro," Charlie smiled.  "Bob and you.  Damn."

Suddenly Randy curled his hand round the nape of his brother's neck and
pulled him into a ravenous kiss.

"Aaahh," Bob gasped as he watched the macho gypsy brothers feed on each
other's mouth.  He stroked his own cock momentarily before pulling away
when he felt his orgasm approaching.  Randy took Charlie's place, knelt
between Bob's legs and drove his cock in hard.  Jolted, Bob thought, yeah,
that's the difference ... Randy's rougher than his brother, more intense.

Charlie now stood beside the bed and watched his brother pound the
superman's ass.  That is fucking incredible, guys.  Shit, it's so fucking
hot I'm ready to bust a load.  I wanna cum inside him, Randy."

With a final deep thrust Randy yanked his cock out and Bob felt Charlie's
gentler touch as he slid in.  He stared up at the naked cowboy, at his
broad shoulders, bulging pecs and ripped abs as his body rose and fell
above him.  He reached up, pressed his hands on his flexing pecs and
moaned, "You say you're ready, dude.  So do it.  Let me feel your juice in
my ass.  Please, sir, I'm begging you.  I wanna feel you cum inside me
... please ..."

Charlie had never seen anything as wild as this – the muscled superman
naked on his back, begging another man to shoot semen in his ass.  He
fucked harder, riding Bob's ass and raised an arm in triumph, just as he
did taming a stallion bucking beneath him.

Bob was lost in the fantasy of being ridden by the rugged cowboy, riding
his ass, yelling in triumph ... take it man ... I'm gonna cum.  Fuck
... fuck ... yeahhh ..."  He pumped his fist in the air and with a final
deep thrust erupted deep in another man's ass for the first time in his
life.

<><> EXPLOSION <><>

"Don't cum, man," Randy warned Bob, who struggled to hold back his climax.

"Shit damn ... holy fucking shit," Charlie moaned as he pulled his cock
out.  Again Randy came to him, clamped Charlie's face in his hands and
kissed him hungrily, the brothers' mouths grinding together.  When at last
they pulled apart they grinned down at Bob, shuddering on the bed,
desperate for relief in his bulging balls.

"So what we gonna do with him, bro?" Charlie grinned.  "You're the boss."

"We're gonna give him the best fucking orgasm he's had in a long time,
dude.  Stand over there."  They stood on the floor on either side of the
bed facing each other over their naked victim.  "You got any juice left in
that thing, Charlie?"

"For this guy?  You bet."

"Good follow me."  He gazed down at Bob who knew what to do and stretched
his arms up to the corners of the bed.  Randy raised one leg and pressed
his foot hard on Bob's wrist.  Charlie did the same on the other side,
pinning his other wrist with his foot, and Bob was at the mercy of the
gypsy brothers.

"But he can't jack off, Randy.  Have mercy on the poor guy."

"He don't need to touch himself, bro.  Not when he feels this, you'll see."
He wrapped his hand round his cock and pounded it in his fist.  "OK, bro,
let's see what ya got."

Charlie did the same, blown away by the sight of his bother and the rugged
muscle-stud trapped between them, his cock rising stiff as a flagpole.  Bob
stared up at the stunning sight of the two wild gypsy brothers, pounding
their cocks, and he braced for what he knew was coming.

Randy, of course, took the lead.  "Look at that fucking beautiful man, bro.
I wanted you to see why he drives me so wild.  Let's do it, Charlie.  Let's
soak the fucker with jizz."

Bob gazed up at the swarthy gypsies, their muscular bodies flexing as they
pumped their cocks, each now with his free arm stretched up pumping the
air.  He heard their animal howls as their cocks opened up and spurted jizz
over his writhing body and thrashing face.

Drowning in cum, his balls straining for release, Bob's cock reared up and
erupted in a plume of cum that shot high and splashed down on his already
cum-soaked body, an explosive orgasm that left him shuddering in
exhaustion, limp on the bed.

"Is he OK, Randy?" Charlie asked anxiously.

"Never better," Randy grinned.  "Two for the price of one?  Trust me, dude,
Bob's in heaven.  I said I needed to give him what he wanted, and we just
went above and beyond."

They lay on the bed on either side of him and Bob rewarded them with a
gleaming smile.  "Un-fucking-believable, guys.  Thanks, Charlie, I know
that was way outside what your used to.  You feel OK?"

"Stunned, dude.  Fucking amazing.  I'm not sure what it all means.  I'm
kinda reeling.  Man, how do you top that?"

"Don't worry, Charlie.  Like I always say, take it easy, one step at a
time.  You're still the same glorious macho cowboy you always were, solid
as a rock.  You just had a new experience is all.  Would you do us a favor
and sleep here with us tonight?"

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away, guys," he laughed. "Oh, forget the wild
horses.  Tomorrow it's tame horses and the boys.  Quite the antidote.  And
then I get to meet the rest of your clan, including this shrink, Doc Steve,
who seems so important to you.  I can't wait."

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