Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2022 05:53:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength - Part 585  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 585 by Rob Williams

CHAPTER 585 – "FELIPE FALLS IN LOVE – RANDY MKES A SPEECH"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Felipe and Finn secretly watch hunky Hispanic Miguel and rugged black
construction boss Zack make love – one top man butt-fucking the other.
Later Felipe gets topped by his surfer buddy Jamie for the first time, and
falls helplessly in love. Gypsy boss Randy makes a major speech to the
whole tribe, then tells new boy Felipe, "Tomorrow in the gym – just you
and me, kiddo."
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<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

The new boy in the tribe, Felipe, had many cooking skills and went to work
right away as assistant to the young house chef Will.  Felipe also had a
meeting with Miguel, the handsome executive chef of a Los Angeles five-star
hotel.

As fellow Hispanics with a love of fine cuisine, Miguel and Felipe bonded
quickly.  But that did not sit well with Miguel's boy Finn.  An ex-street
hustler, Finn had a history of being passed from man to man and was
suspicious of any boy who might present a rival threat. Using the tone and
aggression of the streets, Finn attacked Felipe, which of course infuriated
Miguel.

But Felipe understood Finn's fears and insecurities as Felipe himself had
spent fearful weeks on the streets of Central America in his lonely trek
from Honduras to the U.S.  He had encountered the same kind of hostility
and betrayal as Finn had so often, though for different reasons.  So Felipe
begged Miguel not to be too hard on Finn, and Miguel agreed.

When the boys met later Finn said "Why are you being so kind, man, after
what I did?"

Felipe smiled, "Better to be kind than angry, don't you think?  I'm sure
you've seen too much anger in your life, Finn, so kindness is a welcome
change.  Here, come and sit on the bed so we can talk." The ensuing long
conversation turned hostility to friendship and Finn, reverting to the
sexual language of the streets, apologized to Felipe by sucking his cock.

Later, as they lay together getting to know each other better, they talked
about their jobs – Felipe in the kitchens with the twins and Will, and
Finn indulging his love of gardening as the tribe's landscape gardener.

Felipe said, "I love my job, Finn, never been happier. And I really want to
help the twins and Will `cos I can tell them a lot about Hispanic cuisine,
like the baleadas we cooked yesterday.  One thing, though.  Hispanic
cuisine calls for vegetables and spices that are hard to find here in the
regular stores.  So the thought crossed my mind that we should be growing
our own."

Finn's eyes gleamed.  "That's what I've been saying forever, dude, but the
twins and Will have been way too busy to get into that.  Hey, you wanna
take a look at what I've done so far and tell me the kind of stuff you
need?"  Eagerly they got dressed and went downstairs.

Meanwhile, Miguel was still upstairs when his lover Zack came in straight
from the construction site, shirtless as always in black jeans and boots,
his muscular black body gleaming with sweat.  They kissed and Zack grinned,
"So rumor has it there's been trouble in paradise, here."

"Well there was, between Finn and the new boy Felipe.  But Felipe turned
out to be an amazing kid and I have a feeling the boys might be sorting it
out on their own ... I hope."

They heard laughter coming from the garden and Zack went to the window and
laughed.  "And I think you might be right, buddy.  Come here, take a look."

"They looked down at the vegetable garden below where Finn was standing
with his arm over Felipe's shoulder, talking animatedly and laughing.'

Miguel's face broke into a satisfied smile.  "You know, Zack, I think we
underestimate the boys sometimes – they can be smarter than we are. When
they have fights we should just stand back and let them sort it out between
them.  These two seem to have made their peace in a big way."

"Are you still gonna punish Finn?"

"Ah, not so much – Felipe pleaded with me not to.  I just told Finn he
couldn't have sex with me for a week.  And I told him, that would hurt me
as much as him."

Zack's fine ebony features gleamed.  "Well, we can take care of that right
now, dude, if you don't mind a big bare-chested black guy stinking of
grease and sweat."

"My favorite kind," Miguel smiled as Zack's muscular arms folded round
him."

========= CHAPTER 585 =========

<><> THE TOP-MAN KNEELS <><>

The muscular black construction boss Zack smiled at his hunky Hispanic
lover Miguel.  "Hey, stud, not often we're alone in the apartment in the
middle of the day like this.  I just came home to pick up some notes for a
meeting we construction bosses are having soon."

"How soon?" Miguel grinned.  "You got time to stick around for a while?"

"Time for you, buddy? Always.  Time to clean up first?  No.  Like I said,
you'll have to put up with a bare-chested black guy stinking of sweat and
grease."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, dude."

Zack chiseled black features broke into a roguish smile.  "That's a sexy
Hawaiian shirt you're wearing ... well, kinda wearing, hanging open over
that bulging chest that's giving me a bulge in my jeans.  You wouldn't
wanna get it messed up would you?"

"Soon handle that, dude," Miguel grinned, shrugging off the shirt and
letting it drop to the floor."

Zack took a step back.  "Damn ... sexier every day."

They both reached forward and stroked each other's solid pecs, tweaked the
nipples, then went lower to trace their fingers through their lover's
ripped abs.  Miguel said, "You stink, man, you gotta get cleaned up. "Here,
allow me ..."  He leaned forward and licked Zack's sweaty chest.

Zack raised his arms, linked his hands behind his head, flared his lats and
flashed a gleaming smile.  "Go for it, bro."

Miguel's eager tongue moved away from Zack's pecs and licked his sweaty
armpit.  Zack looked in the mirror at the homoerotic sight of the shirtless
macho Hispanic, his face buried in his pit, and felt the heavily stubbled
jaw grinding against his skin.  Miguel licked the wet, wiry black hair and
inhaled the pungent smell and taste of the tough construction boss.

Zack lowered one hand to grab the back of Miguel's head, and buried his
fingers in his thick black hair.  He pressed his face harder into his
armpit until, stifled with a mouthful of sweat-soaked hair, the rugged
Hispanic choked.  Zack pulled his lover's face back by the hair and kissed
him hard in an open-mouthed tongue-searching kiss."

When at last he pulled away Zack grinned, "So, you won't be fucking your
boy for a week.  What you gonna do about that?"

"Find some other guy to fuck."

"Anyone in mind?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact.  Muscular black guy with square-cut features,
sexy shaved head and stinking armpits.  Only problem is, the guy I have in
mind is a dominant top guy.  Doubt if the tough son-of-a-bitch would ever
submit his ass to another guy."  "You asked him?"

"Nah ... scared of rejection."

"You should give it a try.  Maybe the guy's is secretly crazy in love with
you, and his rod is rock hard in his jeans at the thought of taking a big
Hispanic dick up his ass."

"But how would I know?  I'd have to see some kind sign."

"Yeah, guess so.  Nothing too subtle, though ... something graphic.  How
about this?'  Still wearing his black work jeans and construction boots
Zack got on the bed and knelt facing the floor length mirror at the head of
the bed.  He unbuckled his belt, ripped open his jeans and pulled them down
below his ass, then dropped forward on all fours, his bare black ass
pointing upward.  "That graphic enough for you, dude?"

"Damn," Miguel moaned staring at the erotic sight of the rugged black
construction boss on hands and knees, offering up his ass.

Miguel dropped his shorts, climbed naked on the bed and knelt behind his
lover.  He lubricated his cock by grinding it against the hairy crack of
Zack's sweaty ass.  Then he grabbed Zack's hips from behind, pressed the
head of his cock against his hole ... and drove in deep."

"Yeah," Zack moaned looking up at the mirror to see Miguel kneeling behind
him.  "Give it to me, man.  Fuck that black ass."

<><> FINN & FELIPE – AUDIENCE OF TWO <><>

Down In the garden Finn and Felipe were becoming increasingly animated over
their plans for the vegetable garden.  Finn said their Italian friend
Manuel used to be an expert landscaper, and Finn might ask him to come down
from the Grady House to help him plan a bigger vegetable garden.  (Felipe
had heard mention of the Grady House before, but everyone was tight-lipped
about who lived there.)

"And we should include my pal Tyler.  He's mostly the House Manager, but we
work together in the garden too."

Felipe rattled off a list of hard-to-find vegetables he needed for his
Hispanic recipes and Finn said he would check with the nursery to see if
they could be grown here.  "Dude, I gotta write all this down, so come
upstairs and we'll make a list.  I wanna tell Miguel all about it.  He's
still kinda mad at me right now, so maybe this will improve his opinion of
me."

All their earlier troubles were forgotten, replaced by their blossoming
friendship and mutual interests.  They ran into the house and upstairs to
find Miguel, but stopped on the landing when they heard voices – muffled
voices, moans and groans with snatches like "Fuck yeah, man" ... "fucking
hot"... "harder, dude ..."

Felipe grabbed Finn's arm.  "Finn, we should go away... maybe they're
having sex."

Finn chuckled softly.  "Of course they are, dude, but that's no reason to
run away.  We can open the door a bit."

"No, Finn, that'll make Miguel mad again."

"Nah, I've watched them before and they like an audience, like a lot a'
guys in the tribe.  And believe me, dude, this is a sight to see, you gotta
take a look.  Thing I want to know is who's fucking who."

That question was answered when he quietly opened the bedroom door, and
whispered, "Damn, Miguel's topping Zack.  Love it when that happens."

Nervously Felipe peered in and his jaw dropped.  He had met the black
construction boss before and found him a bit scary, with his swaggering
walk, deep, dominant voice and shaved head.  He was the ultimate top man
– but not now.  There he was, kneeling on all fours on the bed, naked
except for black work boots and jeans pulled down round his knees.

And behind him was Miguel, buck naked, grabbing Zak's hips and pulling his
butt back, impaling it on his cock. Watching in disbelief, Felipe felt his
cock swell in his shorts.

The bedroom was large and the windows were open, so sounds from outside
masked the gasps coming from the boys at the door.  In any case, the men
were so into each other they were unaware of anyone watching, and wouldn't
have cared even if they had known.

Felipe whispered, "So Finn, does that mean Miguel's a top mand and Zack's a
bottom."

"Not that simple, buddy – and I wouldn't let Zack hear you call him a
bottom guy.  He's the ultimate boss and master, right up there with Randy.
Those two go mano-a-mano."

As they watched the riveting scene of two muscular top men, one fucking the
other in the ass, Felipe whispered, "But they are lovers, right?"

"Sure they are, and the more you now about that the sexier all this is.
You wanna hear their story while we watch?"

"Sure, but keep your voice down."

"Well, years ago they both had wives but both their marriages were on the
rocks and Zack had moved out into a motel.  He went to a bar and found
another man, a handsome Hispanic, drowning his sorrows in liquor too.  They
went back to Zack's motel, stone drunk.  Neither of them had ever even
thought of sex with another man ... but now they did.  Afterwards they were
both embarrassed and Miguel left without even exchanging names.

But neither could get the other guy out of his mind, so fast forward
several years. Single now, Miguel was working as a chef at a fancy hotel
down the beach and one weekend Zack, now in the tribe, happened to stay
there.  The men saw each other, and bingo, the rest is history.  Miguel
transferred to the hotel chain's flagship hotel in L.A., where he still
works, and of course moved in with Zack.  And now here they are fucking
like jackrabbits.

"More like stallions than rabbits, I'd say, Finn.  Do you think Miguel is
hurting Zack?"

"Yeah, but in a good way.  Tough guys like these are turned on by rough
hard-core sex.  You should see them in leather with ropes and whips and
stuff.  What you're looking at is vanilla sex to them.  Look at the way
they're staring at each other in the mirror."

They were gazing into each other's eyes as they neared their climax.
Suddenly Miguel leaned forward, wrapped his arms under Zack's armpits from
behind and curled his hands round the back of his neck.  He pulled Zack
back up on his knees, holding him upright in a full-nelson hold, his flexed
body on full display in the mirror while his ass got reamed by the rugged
Hispanic.

"Man, you look spectacular like that – the macho black construction boss
trapped in a submission hold, getting his ass ploughed."  He tightened the
hold and Zack was forced to look at himself, like the loser of a fight, his
arms raised high, helplessly locked.

The shaft drove in harder and deeper and Zack was so turned on by his own
mirror image that he yelled, "OK, man, you win.  I'm done, I can't take any
more.  I give up ... I submit ... aaagh!"  His massive black cock shuddered
and spurted streams of thick cum that flew all the way to the mirror and
ran down the glass, while Miguel howled and filled his lover's ass with
jizz.

Stunned by the force of their own passion the men held their position like
a frozen tableau – the muscular black top-man helpless in submission,
body gleaming with sweat, his lover's cock buried deep in his ass.

They were jarred from their trance by twin shouts from the doorway.
Riveted by the spectacle of two dominant hunks making love, the boys had
reached across and jerked each other off.

Miguel released his hold on Zack, eased his cock out, then turned his head
to look behind him.  "So what do we have here – two peeping toms?  Come
here boys."

Nervously the boys walked forward, cum still dripping from their cocks, and
they were relieved to see a smile spread over Miguel's face.  Finn blurted,
"Sir, I know you said my punishment was no sex, but watching you ... I
couldn't hold back.  I'm sorry sir."

"Boy, I told you no sex with me for a week, that's all."

"Besides," Zack said, pulling up his pants, "you should never apologize to
a man who just made you cum.  Damn, if you saw what I saw in that mirror,
of course you lost your load.  Stuffing his cock back in his jeans he said,
"Hey, I'm late for my meeting with Randy and the other guys.  Big meeting
too, lots of new stuff."

Zack buckled his belt, pulled Miguel's face toward him and gave him a
grinding kiss.  "No shower?" Miguel grinned, staring at his sweaty torso
flecked with cum.

"No time.  Those guys take me as they as they find me.  They prefer me this
way."

"Me too," Miguel smiled wickedly.

Zack grabbed the papers he had come home for, said "so long, kids" to the
boys and strode from the room.

Felipe winced uneasily.  "Sir, I'm sorry we spied on you ..."

"I'm not, kiddo, neither is Zack.  Sex that hot deserves an audience."

"Actually, sir," Finn said, we came to tell you what we were doing in the
garden."

"OK," Miguel said, pulling on his shorts.  "Let's crack open some beers and
talk."  They all sat on the bed drinking and Finn proudly described their
plan to Miguel who listened attentively.

"When Finn finished Miguel said, "Guys, you hit on something I've been
saying for a long time.  The kitchens here go through such a load of
vegetables in a week you should grow more of your own.  And I know what you
mean, Felipe.  Your ethnic cuisine calls for veggies that are hard to find.
At the hotel we have to get them shipped in.

"Trouble is those three chefs are always so busy, I don't know how they do
everything they do, so maybe the twins will assign you to be their liaison
with Finn here.  Would you like that?"

"Very much, sir," Felipe smiled.  "But I really should go and tell the
twins what I've been doing.  I could talk to them while their preparing the
lunches."

He turned shyly to Finn. "See you later, Finn?"

"You betcha," Finn smiled.  They hugged and Felipe left – almost
skipping from the room.

Miguel smiled at Finn.  "Kiddo, I'm real proud of the way you turned this
around from that ugliness before, to the love and light between you and
Felipe.  Come here, kid.  Maybe we can't make love for a week, but nobody
said anything about hugging.

He wrapped his arms round his boy, who pressed his face against Miguel's
bare chest.

<><> THE CHEFS MAKE PLANS <><>

In the kitchen the twins were at work on the lunches as this was their
shift, and Will was sitting there drinking tea and chatting.  They looked
up in concern when Felipe came in.  "How are you, Felipe?" Kevin asked. "Of
course we heard of the problem and know you did absolutely nothing wrong,
but ..."

"Guys, everything's OK.  I know from my own experience on the streets why
Finn attacked me and I asked Miguel to go easy on him, so the punishment is
no sex for a week."

"Wow, that light eh?" Kyle said.

"Finn and I had a long chat and we're now good friends.  But here's what I
wanted to ask you."  Felipe explained their plan to expand the vegetable
garden and cultivate their own, especially the more exotic ones you can't
find in stores.

The twins exchanged glances in that silent language they were famous for,
then smiled at Will.  "Felipe, that sounds like a terrific idea," Kyle
said.  "We've talked about that many times with Will but we've never had
enough time to get into it.  But now with you on board as assistant chef
we'll all have more breathing space.  What do you think, Will?"

"I'm all for it," Will smiled, "and I vote we hand that project over to
Felipe, as he has a better idea of exactly what we need for more ethnic
foods."

"Done," said Kyle decisively.  "Well done, Felipe, for de-fusing that
situation with Finn, who can be such a hothead, and turning it around to
something positive like this.  Jamie will be really proud of you, dude."

As they talked, the twins had been putting the finishing touches to lunch
and Kevin now said, "Talking of Jamie, he called to say he, Nate and Eddie
will be back from the beach in time for dinner ... them and many others, it
seems.  Gonna be a crowd for dinner, everyone's coming to hear the big
news."

Felipe looked startled but Will grinned, "No, not your news, dude, though
that is really great.  It's about the meeting the bosses are having as we
speak."

"Yeah," Kevin explained.  "See, there's big news afoot about the
construction company that supports all of us and keeps the money rolling
in.  Randy and Bob are in their house with the other site bosses Zack and
Will's dad Seth.  The company architect Lloyd is there too, and Darius and
Pablo are getting off work early to join them."

Kyle added, "It's mostly about a major expansion of the company, and
there's good news for us chefs too, but we'll let Randy explain that at
dinner.  But here's the deal, kiddo.  Like Kevin said, dinner's gonna be
crowded, including guys from the other houses – thirty at last count.
So, guys, it's all hand on deck – or in the kitchen."

Kevin said.  "The menu is up there on the board as usual.  Rather than all
of us colliding in here, it would be more efficient if Kyle and I
concentrated on the main course here in this kitchen, and you two took the
smaller adjoining kitchen to handle the first course and dessert.  It's
rather a cramped relief kitchen, but hopefully Randy will have something to
say about that."

"Guys," Will said, "I'll be happy to take the crews' box lunches to the
sites now, I see they're all ready.  I wish I could take you too, Felipe,
and introduce you to all the guys, but Bob has said you're not to go out
until we get the word that your immigration stuff has been filed."

"That's OK, Will.  While you're gone I'll clean up the small kitchen and
get it ready for us."

After the lunches had been served, the four chefs had an hour to kick back
before the madness started.  When Will came back from the work sites he and
Felipe took a dip in the pool, then lay on chaises in the sun.

Felipe asked, "Will, when the twins said there'll be guys from all the
other houses, what did he mean?"

"Well, in the duplex across the street there's Pete and Hassan and their
boys ... up the hill Adam and Doc Chad will be coming with their boy Nate
... and from their house in the hills Doc Steve and his lover Lloyd will
come with their boy Tommy ... and of course Jason and Ben from down by the
arroyo.  Most of them I think you've met already."

"What about this Grady House I keep hearing about?'

"Ah, well that's a whole 'nother story.  I'll leave that for Mario to
explain when he comes to help Finn and you with the landscaping."

Felipe sighed.  "So many men, so confusing.  But you know, Will, the one I
miss most of all is Jamie.  With everything going on we haven't spent much
time together."

"Of course you miss him, Felipe, but they'll be back from the beach before
dinner.  They stop filming when the sun gets low and they `lose the light'
as they call it.  That's why they start so early, crack of dawn.  I'm sure
Jamie's been missing you too, kiddo, but he'll make up for that when he
sees you."

<><> FELIPE & JAMIE, ALONE AT LAST <><>

Will was right about that.  All four chefs had been working hard most of
the afternoon – the twins in the main kitchen, Will and Felipe in the
smaller adjoining one – and they were coming up to their break.

The twins always insisted on a break once they had finished all the prep
and only the actual cooking was left.  "Bob told us that working nonstop
without a break decreases productivity," Kyle said.  "And creativity,"
Kevin grinned.  "Gotta stay creative in our business."

It was late afternoon when they paused and, right on cue, they heard
Jamie's truck pull up outside.  From the kitchen window they saw the three
hyper guys rush in, all shirtless in the red lifeguard shorts they wore for
the shoot.

"OK, dude," Will said, "an hour tops, that should be enough to say hello.
Then it's back here for crunch time, OK?"

"Sure thing, Will, thanks," Felipe smiled and ran excitedly out to the
garden.  He ran up to Jamie who was flecked with salt and sand, his blond
hair disheveled. "Jamie, you look so hot like that."  Impulsively he threw
his arms round the tanned surfer whose body was warm from daylong sun.

"You've come straight from the kitchen I see," Jamie grinned, staring at
Felipe in his apron and chef's hat.

Felipe blushed and snatched off his hat.  "Sorry Jamie."

"Dude, you don't ever have to apologize for looking so cute."

"You guys have a good day?" Felipe asked.

"Outstanding, kiddo," Eddie said.  "Dude you should have seen Jamie and
Nate out there with those swarms of surfers.  I got plenty of shots of
them, though I was supposed to focus all the time on Grady.  I'll show you
later, Felipe, so get ready ... great masturbatory images.  But I gotta
love you and leave you, guys.  Hassan awaits across the street, can't ever
keep a Marine waiting.  He likes me looking like this – says it's like
fucking a rookie lifeguard.."

He ran off and Nate said in his Aussie drawl, "That goes for me too, mates.
Oh, not the rookie lifeguard thing, but I'm dying to tell Adam all about
the shoot, he loves stuff like that.  Jamie, thanks for a brilliant day,
mate."

Jamie smiled at Felipe. "And then there were two, just you and me, kid.
How long do you have?

"I have to be back in the kitchen in an hour.  Real big dinner tonight
... around thirty."

"So I hear.  And I've been hearing other stuff too that worried me.  We
gotta talk.  Hey, you wanna go back to that little clearing in the trees
where we made love the other day?"

"I was hoping you'd say that, let's go.  Did you really have an outstanding
day, Jamie, or was that Eddie exaggerating?"

"We really did.  It was a tough job to corral all those surfers, the timing
was a bitch.  We did endless takes, but it worked and the director was very
pleased.  More of the same tomorrow if we can match the light.  But how
about you, dude?  Eddie called Brandon during our break and got this story
about you being attacked by Finn?  The office guys saw everything from
their window.  Dammit, if that guy hurt you, Felipe, I'll fucking ..."

"No, no, Jamie, it's all over, and Finn and I are buddies now.  Even looks
like we're gonna be working together on a new project."  As they walked
across the grounds Felipe briefly filled Jamie in on everything that
happened between him and Miguel, then with Finn.

"See, Jamie, I understand Finn and where he's coming from.  I've lived on
the streets like he has and it's tough, you have to protect yourself and
trust no one.  But after I persuaded Miguel not to punish him too bad and
then had a long talk with Finn, everything wound up just fine."

They had reached the quiet clearing hidden in a clump of trees.  Felipe
took off his apron and they sat down on the grass as they had that first
time, Felipe now wearing shorts and a polo shirt and Jamie shirtless in
lifeguard shorts.

"Felipe," Jamie smiled, "you never cease to amaze me.  I keep thinking of
you as that lonely needy young guy I first met on the beach, but you're
really not that guy at all.  You've had a tough life but that experience
has turned you into a loving, self-assured young man whose compassion and
native common sense puts us all to shame."

Felipe chuckled.  "You're overstating it, Jamie.  It's just me being me."

"That's the point, buddy.  The `me' in this case is pretty terrific.  And
you're sure getting around and getting to know all the guys."  Jamie
grinned, "Rumor has it you're having your first gym session with Randy
tomorrow."

"Yes, I wanted to ask you about that Jamie – not about the workout but
... you know ..."

"About what comes at the end.  Well first off, it doesn't have to. Randy
never ever forces himself on a boy ... unless he's punishing his boy Pablo,
but Pablo loves getting ploughed by Randy and they both know it.  In fact
all the boys want it, and you probably will too.  And here's what I have to
say about that.  If you want it, go for it, buddy.  You sure don't have to
get my approval."

Felipe frowned.  "OK, I get that Jamie, but ... this is weird, it's like
I'm asking for it or something, but I've been thinking about it all day and
..."  His face broke into a shy smile.  "Let me put it like this, Jamie
..."  He grabbed Jamie's hand and guided it down to the bulge in his
shorts."

"Hm," Jamie said thoughtfully, "well here's what I have to say about that."
He too grabbed Felipe's hand and guided it down to his own bulge in his red
shorts.

They smiled and burst out laughing.  They kissed and rolled over together
in the grass.  When they stopped Jamie said, "I'm glad you brought this is
up, bro.  I don't mind Mark being the first to butt-fuck you, but I sure as
hell want to be the second. Except I don't have any lube with me."

Felipe laughed, reached in his pocket and pulled out a small tube.  "Ta-da.
I took my cue from Will.  He says for him it's like an Amex card –
`never leave home without it'.  So I don't."

"So what are we waiting for kiddo?  Let's rumble."

<><> FALLING IN LOVE <><>

Jamie reached over and pulled Felipe's shirt off over his head.  He traced
a finger over Felipe's bare chest and smiled.  "Slim but good definition,
just need to bulk up a tad.  Randy's gonna enjoy training you, he'll soon
make those muscles pop.  And as for the post-workout thing ... well it
would help if you had some practice first."

"You mean I need a butt trainer?  Where am I gonna find one of those?"

"You're looking at him, bro.  Think of me as your big brother breaking you
in."

"Hmm, I like that," Felipe giggled.

"OK, first comes the prep."

"Like the chefs cooking dinner?"

"Hmm, not exactly.  I mean the twins insist you wear an apron and hat in
the kitchen.  I insist you wear nothing."  Jamie jumped to his feet, looked
down at Felipe and unlaced his shorts.  Felipe gasped as they dropped and
he stared up at the naked surfer, bronzed, buff and tousled, looking like
he had just walked out of the water, his dick standing out hard and proud.

"Jamie, you look so beautiful.  I want that so much – your cock I mean.
It's what I've been dreaming of."

"Dream no more, young man.  This is real.  But you gotta get naked."  Lying
on his back Felipe clumsily Felipe pushed down his shorts but when he tried
to kick them off they got hooked on his feet.  He raised his legs and
kicked high in the air, trying to free them, and when at last they came off
they sailed down and covered his face, making him sputter.  He pulled them
away, stared up and Jamie, and they both burst out laughing.

"I'm so clumsy, Jamie, such a rookie.  I'm not very good at this."

"You're perfect, dude.  Just as you are ... yourself.  OK, last bit of
prep.  He picked the lube up from the grass, squeezed a glob on his long
hard shaft and stroked it.  "Take a good look, bro, `cos you know where
this is going.  Get ready, dude.

Still on his back naked, Felipe did what he had seen Jamie do for Mark.  He
hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, presenting his
ass to Jamie. "Perfect," Jamie grinned, and dropped to his knees.  He
pressed his shoulders against Felipe's legs, pushing them further back, and
smiled down at him.

"You know, kid, I think I wanted to do this the first time we met, but of
course we had other priorities back then.  But now, at last, it's just us
two, safe and alone, so ..."

"So fuck me, Jamie.  Please ... I want to feel you inside me."

Felipe looked up at the surfer's tanned face and stared into his bright
blue eyes.  He felt the head of his friend's cock press against his ass and
heard his voice.  "That's it, bro, look into my eyes.  Relax your ass, bear
down a bit if it makes it easier."

Felipe winced and inhaled sharply as he felt the head enter him.  Jamie
paused to let him get used to it, then slowly eased in a little deeper.  He
saw Felipe's frown fade, replaced by a smile that spread wider and
illuminated his face.  What Jamie was watching was his new friend falling
helplessly and completely in love with him."

"Oh, Jamie, that feels ... oh ... fuck me, Jamie.  I love you."

"Doesn't hurt?"

"How could something that wonderful hurt?  Go all the way in, Jamie, don't
stop."

As Jamie's cock drove in deeper and deeper he paused when he saw his friend
tense.  "Don't come yet, buddy.  If you feel you're gonna cum tell me to
wait.  I want to make love to your ass for a long time."

And so he did.  They lost track of time, lost themselves in each other's
smiling eyes as they made love.  Felipe reached up and stroked Jamie's
chest as it rose and fell gently over him, then clamped his palms over his
solid pecs and dug his fingers in. "So beautiful," he sighed.

Jamie bent down and licked Felipe's lips, then kissed him.  Felipe opened
his mouth and their tongues pressed against each other.  Jamie sealed their
mouths together and breathed in an out slowly, sharing the same breath of
life, joining physically, sexually and spiritually in a union they both
knew for certain would last long into the future.

Several times Felipe came close to orgasm and winced as a sign for Jamie to
wait.  "I know," Jamie said.  "Tough to hold back, eh?  I love fucking you,
dude, it feels so ... perfect ... a perfect fit."  He drove in faster and
deeper and they both knew the time had come.


"Felipe, I'm gonna do something I've only ever done with Mark.  You're real
close aren't you?"

"You know I am."

"Good, so keep looking at my eyes, bro, and know that I love you."

Jamie stayed still, his cock motionless deep inside his friend.  He leaned
forward and pinned Felipe's arms to the grass.  Nothing more was said,
except through the eyes that expressed the rising passion each one felt.

The sensation of Jamie's cock filling his ass overwhelmed Felipe as he
stared into the penetrating blue eyes.  His cock, his entire body was on
fire and he moaned "aaah ... aaah ... aaah !!" He felt his cock rear up and
pump jets of cum up so high it splashed on Jamie's chest above him.

Jamie smiled at the sheer bliss on Felipe's face, that made his own cock
erupt deep inside him.

Felipe stared up in disbelief.  "Did we ... did we just ...?

"Yes we did, little brother, and without moving – the best and rarest
kind of orgasm, no friction, just love."  He fell forward and lay full on
top of Felipe, their cheeks pressed together, naked bodies joined as one.

After a long silence Felipe whispered, "Jamie, you'll always be my friend
won't you?  You won't leave me?"

Jamie rolled off him and lay on his side, propped on his elbow, smiling at
Felipe.  "Dude, why would you ask a thing like that?  Of course I'll always
be your friend, even more than a friend.  Can't you tell?"

"Sorry, Jaime," Felipe smiled, "just my paranoia.  It's like I said to
Miguel about Finn. I think that when you love someone a whole lot there's
often some fear in the back of your mind that it might end.  That was
Finn's problem, his fear of losing Miguel when he saw him with me. Living
on the streets will make you insecure like that.  And the harder love hits
you square between the eyes, the greater the fear."

"You're probably right about that, dude, but with us you can file that
theory in a drawer and throw away the key.  We're solid, bro, rock solid."

Felipe looked at his watch and jumped.  "Oh, fifteen minutes and I have to
report back to the kitchen.  And I gotta shower – can't show up like
this?"

"I dunno," Jamie grinned, "naked cum-splashed chef, sounds good to me." He
stood up and pulled Felipe to his feet.  "Grab your stuff and come with me,
kid."

He held Felipe's wrist, pulled him across the garden and didn't stop when
they reached the pool.  They dropped their clothes on the ground, then fell
in the pool together.  When they surfaced, laughing, Jamie skimmed his hand
over the water and splashed Felipe again and again, leaving him sputtering.
"There's your shower, bro, now get out and let me dry you off."

They climbed out, Jamie picked up a towel from the chaise and wrapped it
round Felipe, who used another to dry his hair.  He pulled on his shorts,
his sneakers and polo shirt, looped his apron over his neck and tied it
round him.  He planted his chef's hat on his barely dry hair and smiled at
Jamie.

"How do I look?"

"Good enough to fuck," Jamie laughed.

"And good enough to cook dinner, I hope."

"That too.  Now get your ass in the kitchen or I'll be in trouble with
Will.  Don't let the freckled face fool you.  That redhead can have a sharp
tongue when he's mad.  So go on, scoot."

Felipe kissed him, then turned and ran into the house, with Jamie's smiling
eyes following him.

The three chefs had watched the scene at the pool from the kitchen window.
Kyle grinned, "Will, looks like your assistant's gonna make it back on time
despite the lure of new love."

"Yeah," Kevin chuckled, "and he looks fired up hotter than our ovens."

When he burst in Will said, "So, dude, did you get to say hi to Jamie?  You
in love yet?"

"How did you guess, Will?"

They all burst out laughing and went back to work.

<><> THE BOSSMAN MAKES A SPEECH <><>

The tribe started to gather for dinner early, and the big meeting of the
construction company directors – Randy, Bob, Zack and Seth, plus the
architect Lloyd – was still in progress.  They had been joined by
Randy's foreman Darius, and chief mechanic Pablo.  Then office manager
Brandon had been called in along with his assistant Ryan, the computer
whiz.

Of course there was much speculation outside about what changes were in the
wind, with Eddie leading the chorus of wild guesses.  The only guys who
were focused elsewhere were the four chefs, working feverishly to get
dinner ready for thirty hungry mouths.  Some of the junior boys had helped
set the long table outside on the lawn.

Everything came to a head when the meeting finally broke up and the members
trooped out to join the others at table.  As the twins had earlier
explained to Felipe, guys from the other houses had come down to the
compound and it was a raucous crowd that had assembled.

Eddie was telling anyone who would listen about their day at the beach
filming major crowd scenes for their pal Grady's big-budget lifeguard
movie.

As for the other story lighting up the grapevine – Miguel's anger at
Finn's attack on new boy Felipe – it was widely understood that the
drama had been resolved with a happy outcome, and Finn was now sitting
comfortably with his man Miguel, eagerly explaining his gardening plans.

The chefs had decided the first course should be casual finger food that
could be eaten while the group listened to the speech they expected Randy
to make.  Felipe had volunteered baleadas again – but different from
those he served the first time – as they could be piled on platters so
the guys could help themselves and munch away while Randy talked.

Will had prepared the dessert, a fairly elaborate affair that was his new
specialty.  And the twins, in the main kitchen, had been in charge of the
main course.

Randy sat halfway down the table, with Bob facing him.  The first course
had been served and the wine poured when gypsy boss Randy rose to
boisterous applause.  "Not so fast guys," he grinned, "curb your
enthusiasm.  "You don't know what I'm gonna say.

"OK, before I tell you all what we've been discussing all afternoon, I want
to perform the always essential ritual of thanking our four sexy chefs, who
now include Felipe ... now and always I might add.  Any official asshole
coming in from the outside trying to change that has to come through me
and, as you know, no one comes through me – especially assholes."

Felipe blushed as he was the new object of cheers, and Jamie reached up and
squeezed his arm.  "And before they take their bow, my first bit of news is
that I'm gonna expand the small second kitchen to a full-size one.  Four
guys tripping over each other in one kitchen might be kinda sexy if they're
as cute as ours, but it ain't what you call efficient.

"Bob's been at me to do this for a long time, so now you're gonna get it,
buddy ... I mean the kitchen ... well, you're gonna get the other stuff too
but not out here."

Someone yelled, "Get a room," and the chant was picked and repeated until
Randy roared, "Quiet!  That's better.  So you chefs, you've done it again,
dinner for thirty, and we thank you."

The chefs were standing in a row, Will and Felipe between the twins, and
they raised their chef's hats and swooped them down in a deep flamboyant
bow as they had so often before, to thunderous cheers.  Randy grinned at
Will.  "Hey, Red, before my throat gets too parched can you rustle up that
special Scotch of mine?"

Will reached into his deep apron pocket pulled out the bottle and raised it
aloft.  "Your word is my command, sir.  Like the genie out of the bottle
... of the bottle out of the ... oh never mind."  His freckle face blushed
as he poured a glass for Randy, who pulled off his chef's hat, ruffled his
red hair and planted the hat back on, askew.

The chefs took their seats, the shaggy-haired gypsy took a deep slug of
whiskey, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, and continued.  "OK,
before we all starve to death here, now for the main bit of business.  Our
construction business has been growing fast, and it's about to get bigger.

"You all know we have three divisions – government contracts,
commercial, and residential.  Well now we are adding a fourth. The City of
L.A. was impressed with our work for them and they've awarded us another
contract.  This means we'll be opening a fourth division.  Government
contracts are tough, with major red tape and regulations, but they're also
very lucrative – the City has deep pockets.  So those projects need
experienced management.

"So here's the new lineup.  I'll still be in charge of the first government
project and Zack will take charge of the new one.  Seth will move over to
the commercial division, another big payer.  That leaves the residential
site and we need a new boss for that.  We unanimously decided that
important job should go to ... Darius, who has been a super-effective
foreman to me for so long."

That news was wildly cheered by the guys for their popular buddy Darius,
who stood up briefly with a dazzling smile.  Sitting beside him was his
boy, the young Thai boy Ryan, who smiled proudly.  Then he heard Randy
mention his name.

"Our computer whiz Ryan told us at the meeting that the computer program
for residential was old and outdated and he's starting work on a new one.
That means he'll be working closely with his man Darius.  He'll also be
constructing programs for the new government site too, as he dazzled the
city inspectors last time and clinched the deal for us.  Ryan's gonna be a
busy guy, so take good care of him, Darius."

"No worries there," grinned Darius throwing his arm round Ryan.  "We're
used to working close together, eh kiddo?"

Randy resumed, "While we're on the subject of the office I wanna give a
shoutout to our hardworking staff there under the excellent Brandon who
runs a tight ship and supports us all.

And Vic and Noah, your progress has been amazing since you joined us and
we're proud of you. I, er, know I was mean to you once but that's just me
and my rage.  No hard feelings eh?  Just try to keep your minds off that
hunky cowboy, your man Charlie.  I hear he's coming back through here in a
couple of weeks so he'll be a major distraction."  The boys blushed and
Brandon squeezed their arms.

"I wanna thank all our boys, whatever their job, for the hard work they do.
They are like the rebars that hold the concrete together."

"And one last major piece of news concerns my boy Pablo, who has been our
staunch, brilliant master mechanic since the very beginning.  But fixing
that heavy machinery onsite is a tough job, and downtime for a bulldozer or
backhoe can really set us back.  So we decided to convert that old
warehouse into a central fully-equipped machine shop servicing all four
divisions.  Pablo will set up and supervise the operation with Ben as his
foreman, and he'll be hiring more staff."

Pablo proudly stood up to acknowledge the cheers as Randy continued.  "All
this means that Darius and Pablo, as befits their new responsibilities,
have been invited to join the board as full voting directors.  It's always
the aim of Bob and me to constantly educate and advance the boys, whatever
job they're doing."

Before renewed cheers drowned him out Randy said, "Guys I know the chefs
are waiting to serve the main course, but I wanna say one more word about
our newest member of the clan, young Felipe.  Jamie, you backed a winner
there.  You all know that one thing I value most in a boy is bravery, and
this gutsy kid showed a lot of courage in making it to this country on a
dangerous, lonely trek.  And here he's gonna stay!  Like I said, any
asshole tries to say otherwise will walk straight into my fist.

"You guys have prob'ly heard of an earlier misunderstanding between him and
Finn, but thanks to love and compassion they patched it up and are now good
buddies.  Which just goes to show the importance of making love, not war.
Anger and physical violence never solved anything ... well," he faltered,
"almost anything.  We should all learn that lesson."

"You too, sir?" someone shouted.

"Who's that smartass?  Like I said, almost anything.  There are times when
a fist to the face or a knee to the groin are the only way to make a guy
see sense."

"But best left to the expert, though," Bob said diplomatically.

"Yeah, that's what I meant.  And the next smartass comes up with a crack
like that's gonna get my dick up his ass."

"Yes please, sir," came a loud chorus of young voices.  Randy felt himself
getting bogged down in twisted logic and searched for higher ground.
"Anyway, the outcome for these two guys was a new project where they're
gonna expand the vegetable garden and grow all our own veggies for the
chefs.  It'll save a ton of money, though as you all know, I myself don't
really go for all that spinach and broccoli stuff."

"You gotta eat your vegetables, sir," Will chimed in with his
often-repeated advice.

"Red, will you stop saying that, you sound like my mother!  Tell you what,
you find a way of growing sirloin steaks on trees and I'll be the first to
pick 'em and throw 'em on the grill.

"Served with broccoli and spinach, sir?"

"Red, you carry on like that, you'll be the kid with my dick up your ass."

"Yes please, sir," came the inevitable reply.

Randy looked down at the upturned freckled face with its impish grin, and a
smile spread over his stubbled gypsy face.  "Dammit, Red, we sound like a
double act – Randy and Red.  We should take it on the road."  He looked
up at the amused crowd.  "Fuck, this speech is getting all screwed up and
going downhill fast.  Bob you should write my material in future."

"Are you kidding?" Bob laughed, "Randy, when did you ever stick to a
script?  Or obey any rules, for that matter?"

Amid renewed cheers Zack stood up and put his arm over Randy's shoulder.
"Guys, I wanna personally thank my old buddy Randy here for guiding us
through this new phase in our company. He and Bob are a great team, the
rock our company and tribe are built on. But as that marathon speech
appears to be circling the drain at last, guys, let's hear it for the big
sexy bossman.

Randy received a standing ovation with thunderous cheers and stomping feet.
But he broke through the din and roared, "OK, men, let's cut the crap and
eat.  I'm fucking starved."

<><> BROKEN IN?  <><>

As the chefs were serving the main course, Randy sat down and kissed Bob on
the cheek.  "Buddy, I know I should have thanked you personally.  Everyone
knows that none of this – work, home, tribe – would be possible
without you.  Hell, I wouldn't be possible without you.  They all know
that, and love and admire you.  But instead of thanking you publicly I
thought I'd save it for after dinner, when we're alone upstairs together."

"Much better idea. Randy.  That way you can think of new ways to thank me
and take a long, long time doing it.  Dammit, now I've got such a boner my
pants it looks like a circus tent.  Better send in the clowns."

"You talking about us, sir?" Kyle chuckled, stretching across the table
with Bob's plate.

When the whole table was served the chefs took their seats, with Felipe
next to Jamie and Mark, across from Randy.  "Sir," he said, "I want to
thank you for the kind things you said about me just now."

"Ah, you deserved it, kid.  But I ain't finished with you yet.  That's a
nice tight body you got there, you just need to build a bit more muscle.
So gym tomorrow?  I'll get home a bit after five, so can you get time off
from the kitchen?"

"I'm working breakfast and lunches tomorrow sir, but not dinners.  So I'll
be ready."

Randy grinned his dark seductive grin.  "Are you sure you'll be ready,
kiddo?"

"Oh he'll be ready," Jamie smiled.  "I can personally vouch for that, after
what we did, eh bro?"

"What Jamie means, sir," Felipe smiled, "is that I'm broken in."

"Dude, no boy is broken in until he's had a gym workout with me.  See you
at five, kiddo."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 586


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