Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2022 18:22:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 590  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 590 by Rob Williams

CHAPTER 590 – "THE TRIBE PARTIES"

IN THIS CHAPTER

After the tribe's Grady-House party, Grady sits in bed with his lover Mario
and their boy Brian, enjoying post-party gossip, and guessing what is
actually happening in nearby guestrooms.  The cop Mark, and his surfer
buddy Jamie, are initiating young Felipe as the cop's boy. And cowboy
Charlie is getting off watching his boys, Noah and Vic, make love – to
each other, then to him.

______________________________________________________________________

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

At the big Grady-House party for the whole tribe, love was definitely in
the air.

As Bob, the co-leader of the tribe, said to the hosts, movie-star Grady and
his Italian lover Mario, "The variations of love here run the whole gamut
from affection to lust, with everything you can imagine in between."

Affection was represented by Bob and Mario who had taken time out from the
festivities and made love – the old-fashioned way.

Lust was Grady's territory – lust for the cowboy Charlie who had dropped
in to visit his boys Noah and Vic, and had together subjected the
movie-jock to the sexual humiliation he craved.

Now, in mid-afternoon, Bob and his lover Randy sat with Mario and Grady,
listening to the buzz in the various groups gathered around.

"I love all this dudes," Grady said. "I tell you, I couldn't survive the
pressures of stardom if I didn't have you guys to take Mario and me into a
whole different, beautiful world that has nothing to do with show-biz.
Well," he grinned, "it's a show-biz of a sort – the X-rated kind, I'm
happy to say.

"Look at my gang over there for example – Jamie, Nate and Eddie huddling
together, gearing up for our publicity gig, and Eddie still drooling over
the thought of that private jet.

The `publicity gig' Grady was referring to was the multi-city ten-day
publicity tour to promote the lifeguard movie he was still shooting.  While
he loved acting, he hated the stress of being an international celebrity
and dreaded the looming tour.

So he was hugely relieved when the studio agreed to Mario's suggestion that
he bring not only Mario as his personal manager, but his three buddies who
worked with him on the movie – Jamie and Nate to explain to the press
about the complex surfing scenes, and young Eddie as his personal
cameraman. An added incentive was that they would be traveling from city to
city on one of the studio's private jets.

Mario said, "And look over there at those kids Vic and Noah, looking
wide-eyed and hanging on every word of their sexy hero, cowboy Charlie."
Charlie had arrived unexpectedly taking a break between rodeo gigs, much to
the delight of his boys who were excited about spending the night with him
in the pool-house here.

Bob smiled, "The couple I have a real soft spot for are Pete and Brandon,
talking to young Brian about their vacation plans.  I'm so glad they'll be
coming up here when you all take off on that PR gig.  Give them a chance to
relax here with Brian and Danny on a long-overdue mini-vacation.  They're
gonna have such a great time.

"And don't forget the chefs," Bob added, "Danny and his lover Tommy, my
twins, freckle-faced Will, and that cute young immigrant Felipe having the
time of his life, having found his first real home and family after his
long, brave trek to get here."

"OK, all that's in the near future," Grady grinned, "but right here and now
let's take bets on who, out of the whole crowd, will be the first to break
from the pack and hog the spotlight?"

"That's easy," Bob laughed.  "I vote for motormouth Eddie."  Randy nodded,
"Eddie, hands down."  Grady and Mario agreed – "No contest ... Eddie."

They didn't have long to wait.  In a few minutes they high-fived each other
as Eddie shot to his feet.  "Listen up, guys," he yelled.  I have a big
announcement."

"Which you...will...not...believe," came a chorus of boys, followed by
gales of laughter.

"Quiet!  Hey, if you don't shut up I'll ... I'll just stop talking."

"You hear that, guys?  Eddie's gonna stop talking ... yeah right, like
that's gonna happen."

That brought more laughs, but Eddie took it in stride.  "You can laugh,
men, but later this evening you'll be creaming your shorts.  Because I,
Eddie, will be showing a movie in the screening room downstairs.  A movie
made by yours truly.  I have edited together ... wait for it ... a mashup
of highlights from all the videos I've made of our two stars – Grady as
the gorgeous lifeguard captain, and Charlie as the totally sexy rodeo
cowboy.

"Bring your trick towels with you, guys, `cos your gonna need them –
won't be a dry cock in the house.  It's a spectacular event, amazing,
dazzling, and I can truly say, without fear of contradiction ..." he
grinned his irresistible puckish grin "... all together guys ... "

The entire crowd howled, "You...Will...Not...Believe ..."

========= CHAPTER 590 =========

<><> BRIAN TAKES NOTES <><>

The festivities at the Grady House party continued well into the afternoon
in an atmosphere of love, laughter, lazing on the grass and splashing in
the pool.  All the three dozen or so men and boys of the tribe were
relaxing and, as Bob said, recharging their batteries before the rigors of
the coming week in their various jobs.

Grady's lover Mario, the co-host of the party, always vigilant of the
hard-working chefs, made one of his many trips to the kitchen to check on
them.  "Ciao, mi amici, va tutto bene?"

"Everything's on track, sir," Danny said.  Following their usual procedures
Danny was the head chef today as it was his kitchen.  "We're starting prep
for dinner, but it's a slow time so we're working in shifts. Felipe is off
right now, talking to his buddy Jamie, sharing his excitement about the
upcoming publicity tour.  And Will's taking time off next to spend time
with his dad Seth."

"Molto bene.  I know you all love working in the kitchen, keeping us all
fed, but it's essential that you enjoy the party too.  That's why we have
five chefs here today.  Danny, how do you feel about the prospect of Pete
and Brandon coming up here when we've all gone away on this trip, leaving
you and Brian alone?"

"Loving the idea, sir.  Especially as my lover Tommy has said he's taking
time off from Doc Steve's house and he'll be staying here with me."

"Eccelente, Danny, quite a merry group.  I must go and see how Brian is
doing."

Outside Mario scanned the crowd and saw Brian buzzing around in his
wheelchair, loading up with drinks from the bar and serving them to their
guests.  He caught up with him when he had paused to make notes on a pad on
is tray.

"Are those drinks orders, Brian?" Mario asked, concerned that he was being
used as a waiter.

"Oh no, sir, I load up once in a while, but mostly the guys get their own
drinks from Tommy at the bar.  No I, er, wasn't writing drinks orders."

He blushed and Mario smiled, "You don't have to tell me, bambino, I'm not
prying."

"That's OK, sir, I want to.  It's for Grady.  See, going from group to
group here I pick up lots of snatches of conversation, tidbits of gossip
from everyone.  I know you have told us that is private and confidential,
not to be repeated – except to Grady.  He always asks me for all the
gossip, and I know he will tonight.  But there's so much going on here that
I'm afraid of forgetting it, so I'm writing it down, taking notes.  You
think that's OK?"

"It's more than OK, bambino, it's essential, Grady expects it.  Provided it
stays between you and him."

"Oh it always does, sir.  Grady says that's what makes gossip so exciting,
`cos it's secret, just between us.  He loves our late-night sessions."

Mario smiled at Brian's earnest wide-eyed expression.  "I know he does,
Brian, it's one of his favorite things, especially after a party.  He
doesn't even tell me the secrets."

"Well, sir, when he's in bed with you he's prob'ly got other things on his
mind."

Mario laughed.  "You're right there, amico, and we both know what that is.
You and I make a great team ... you fill his mind with gossip, then I fill
his body with sperma.

"But enough about Grady – everything always seems to circle back to
Grady, non è vero?  I want to know about you and especially how you feel
about Pete and Brandon spending their time up here after Grady and I have
gone off on our trip."

Brian's eyes sparkled.  "I'm really looking forward to it and I've already
spoken to them about it.  Brandon and I are very close as you know, and
I've missed him a lot lately.  It'll be great having him here full-time."

Brian frowned.  "Only thing is, sir, I'm not sure how it's gonna be with
Pete.  I mean, him and Brandon are lovers and you know that saying about
`three's a crowd'.  I don't want to be the third wheel, getting in their
way."

Oh, bambino, there's nothing wrong with being a third wheel.  Grady and I
love it when someone else is with us, like Bob for example.  It gives us a
whole new perspective on our own relationship when we can bounce ideas off
him, and even share some of our problems with him.  And we open up with
each other, saying things we would never say when it's just the two of us.

"In any case, you have a friendship with Brandon that goes back a long way,
and in that sense Pete is the third wheel.  He can be very helpful if your
friendship with Brandon hits rough patches.  You see, Brandon loves you and
Pete.  The difference is that he is Pete's boy and your boyfriend, and the
three of you together can make both relationships richer.

"But above all, there's that wonderful Pete.  You know how gentle and
loving he is – must be something to do with being a Forest Ranger,
communing with nature all day.  He loves that you have such a close friend
as Brandon.  And he's such a sensitive man that if there is ever any
uneasiness you can trust Pete to sort it out with discretion and
affection."

"Thank you for saying that, sir, I never thought of it quite like that.
Er, there is one other thing, sir.  When you and Grady are here there's
never any question that you're the bosses.  But with you gone ... like
... who's the boss here, Danny or me?"

"Oh, I would be surprised that would ever come up, you have both always
worked so well together.  Technically Danny is the house manager, but you
know I don't like labels.  The way it's always worked is that Danny rules
the kitchen, ordering supplies and so on, while you take care of the house.
And you both manage the daily people who come in, like gardeners, janitors
and repairmen.

"And don't forget, Bob, Randy and Mark are just a phone call away.  If you
have any problems with the house, or security or anything, they would be up
here like a shot.  No, Brian, I don't think you and Danny will have any
territorial issues about who does what.  Don't forget, your main focus will
be on your guests, and I know you will be thrilled to take care of Pete and
Brandon. You are so good at that."

Brian beamed.  "I love you so much, sir.  But I've already told you that
again and again."

"And don't stop saying it, Brian, I love hearing it.  And of course you
know how much Grady and I love you.  Now go and keep making your gossip
notes for Grady.  And make them juicy."

"Oh, I don't have to juice them up sir.  The things I hear," Brian giggled.
"As Eddie would say, `you...would...not...believe'."

<><> DINNER & A MOVIE <><>

And so the afternoon wore on until Tommy and the boys set up four long
tables in a square, ten seats on each side, and the chefs went into
overdrive to serve dinner.  Everything worked with military precision,
thanks to careful planning.  The most difficult part was getting the unruly
crowd seated, but the hubbub died down as Mario, sitting beside Grady, rose
to speak.

"Signori, amici, I know that a crowd this boisterous will not sit still for
too many speeches, but Grady and I wished to thank you for gracing our
party with your presence, and I speak also for our boys Danny and Brian who
have worked tirelessly, aided by many of the other boys here.  I now hand
the floor to Randy who, as boss of the whole tribe, will give the
traditional thanks to our chefs."

There was a whoop of cheers and foot-stomping for Mario as he sat down and
Randy got to his feet opposite him.  "OK, guys, I'll keep it short `cos
you'd rather chew on food than look at me."

"Can't we do both, sir?" Eddie shouted.  "I always find I can do several
..."

Randy cut him off. "Hassan, can you keep your kid quiet? ... Stuff your
dick in his mouth to gag him?"

"Wouldn't work, dude," Hassan laughed. "He can talk and chew cock at the
same time."  The grinning Eddie raised clasped hands in a triumphant
gesture, to renewed cheers.

"Damn, tough room as always," Randy growled, "Listen up guys.  Next one to
interrupt gets his ass reamed."  This of course brought the opposite of
silence as the crowed yell, "me, me, me ..."

"Shut the fuck up will ya?" Randy roared. "That's better. OK, on behalf of
everyone here I wanna thank Mario and Grady for putting on this big bash,
and we wish them luck on their publicity gig.

"So now, as always, we give special thanks to our chefs and their helpers.
Five chefs today – I give you, in the burgundy apron, Danny.  In the
green aprons, our own Kyle and Kevin, Will and the new cute member of our
family, Felipe.  And in the blue apron, Tommy, with thanks for setting this
up and tending bar.

"And last but not least, thanks to Brian and Brandon for ferrying all the
goodies out here.  Amazing what they can stack on those tray tables.  So,
troops, let's hear it for these guys."

To tumultuous cheers the chefs, in the apron color of their own houses,
stood in a row, with Brian and Brandon at each end.  In accordance with the
usual ritual they raised their chef's hats high in the air, then swooped
them down in low theatrical bows, while Brian and Brandon did dizzying
wheelies in their wheelchairs.

The tumult died down, the chefs and helpers took their place at table and
dinner began.

It was hard for most of them to imagine that this was still the first day
of the party, it had been so long and crowded with incident.  When it began
Grady had been having a meltdown about the upcoming publicity tour he
dreaded.  But Randy and Mark had taken care of that by pulling him down off
the hated pedestal of stardom, and he was worked over and humiliated by the
rugged gypsy and muscled cop.

Then Mario solved the problem of Grady's nerves by announcing that he would
have an entourage on the trip – Mario, Jamie, Nate and Eddie.  Feeling
much relieved Grady relaxed, until his lust had spiked again when cowboy
Charlie showed up unexpectedly.  Charlie and his two boys took him to the
Secret Garden where Grady indulged his cowboy sexual fantasies.

And while that was happening, Mario and Bob were up in Mario's office,
ostensibly to go over the accounts, but in fact to get intimate and end up
making good old-fashioned love – no ropes, no rough-stuff, just love and
affection.

And now the whole noisy tribe was expending the last of its energy in the
raucous pleasures of good food and drink, lusty talk and gusts of laughter.

The final act, the after-dinner entertainment, was Eddie's much-hyped movie
– hyped by Eddie himself in the time-honored movie-promotion vocabulary
– colossal...dazzling...amazing.  And the men and boys of the tribe were
surprised that the film itself almost lived up to the hype.

With after-dinner drinks in hand the well-lubricated tribe trooped down to
the Grady House's opulent viewing room, a good-size theater in the
basement.  They sprawled on the couches and loveseats and Edie was nervous
that in their inebriated state they might make fun of his movie.

But the erotic opening shot grabbed their attention right away – Grady
running along the beach in his lifeguard shorts, and then the shirtless
cowboy Charlie on a horse galloping from the other direction as if toward
him.  They were shot at different times, of course – Grady on location
in the early days of filming, Charlie when he was visiting a buddy at his
Malibu ranch some time ago and rode along the beach.

The rest of the film was a cleverly edited blend of shots of the two
musclehunks, sometimes on split screens, some dissolving from cowboy to
lifeguard.  Eddie himself had added professional-sounding voiceovers, and
sometimes let the shots speak for themselves, with a background soundtrack
of waves or pounding hoofs.

Eddie's special talent was for homoerotic shots of sexy men, and here he
had the perfect bare-chested stars.  He had scarcely been exaggerating when
he had said, "Bring your trick towels with you, guys, `cos your gonna need
them – won't be a dry cock in the house."  In fact some of the boys did
cum, though most saved their rising lust for later, when in bed with their
men.

The film lasted a little over half an hour and was greeted at the end with
deafening cheers and applause.  Eddie basked in the acclaim, bowing
elaborately like a diva after a virtuoso performance.

Hassan ran up from the audience and pulled his boy into a tight hug, then
raised his arm like a ref at a boxing match.  "Ain't he terrific, guys?"
Hassan beamed.  "That's my boy."

"Thanks guys," Eddie grinned. "Only thing I needed for the big finish was
Grady and Charlie physically together, like that scene in the Secret
Garden.  But I missed it, so maybe you guys can do a retake."

"Count me in," Grady laughed.

When the hubbub started to die down Brian wheeled himself up front and
said, "Gentlemen, after that extravaganza all I have to say is goodnight.
Feel free to stay in the garden drinking as long as you like, it's an open
bar.  I already assigned your guestrooms earlier today, but feel free to
room-swap or man-swap as you please, that's up to you."

Grady said.  "Just don't blame us if you wake up tomorrow with a stranger
in your bed.  And by the way, one man who's not in the mix is Mario –
he's all mine."

Mario stood beside him.  Buona notte, signori, dormite bene.  As Scarlett
O'Hara famously said at the end of her big movie. `Tomorrow is another
day'."

<><> POST-PARTY GOSSIP <><>

To more rousing cheers Grady, Mario and Brian left the room and took the
elevator from the basement to the second floor.  As soon as they were in
the master bedroom Grady leapt onto the large king-size bed.  "Come here,
kiddo."

Brian wheeled up alongside the bed and expertly hauled himself up beside
Grady.  They sat side by side propped up on the pillows and Grady put his
arm round Brian's shoulder.  "My favorite part of the party, and my
favorite guy to share it with."

Brian pulled something from his pocket and Grady asked, "What's this?"

"My notebook," sir.

"Your notebook?" Grady chuckled.  "You been taking notes?"

Brian's eyes opened wide.  "I had to sir.  This was a big party and as I
rode around among the guys I heard so much stuff I could never have
remembered it all, so I wrote it down."

"That's my boy, kiddo, so let's get started.  Er, you OK, Mario?  Come sit
the other side of me."

"Grazie amore.  I'll just sit next to you and read my book.  And I promise
I won't listen to any of your secrets," Mario smiled.  "Pretend I'm not
here."

Grady kissed him.  "You're hard to ignore, amico.  Hey, don't you just love
this?  To think at the start of the day I was in a deep funk about the
publicity stuff, and now here I am in bed with my two favorite people in
the whole world."

"So, where do we start, sir?" Brian asked, notebook at the ready.

"Well, let's see.  You know who I was wondering about, the cute new boy
Felipe from Honduras.  So let me get this right, he's Jamie's boy, right?"

"Not exactly, sir.  It's Jamie who discovered him hiding out at the beach
and brought him here, and Felipe is in love with him.  Jamie loves him too
but not as his boy.  Jamie don't want a boy, he wants someone more like a
younger brother he can teach and care for.  Not much different from a boy,
except Felipe don't call him `sir'."

"Got it.  But what's gonna happen when Jamie is away with us on this tour?"

"Ah that's where I had to start writing, `cos they were having quite an
intense conversation about that with Mark.  Do you think it was wrong of me
to snoop, sir?"

"No, absolutely not.  This is not snooping, just paying attention."  Mario
choked and smothered a smile and Grady gave him a mock-scornful look.
"After all, Brian, this is strictly between you and me, and this guy here
on the other side of me is so deep in his book he don't hear a word –
never mind the theatrical choking sounds."

So Brian continued, "Of course Felipe is anxious about Jamie being away,
`cos he depends on him so much – you know, personally, protectively,
sexually, the whole thing.  So that's where Mark stepped in and said he
would take care of Felipe in all those ways in Jamie's absence.

"Did you know they sometimes have three-ways – the cop, the surfer and
Felipe?  They're prob'ly doing something like that right now.  That's why I
put them in the blue room cos it overlooks the pond, and the moonlight
reflects from the pond up on the ceiling of their room.  I thought it would
be romantic."

"Kiddo you're a genius.  Don't you think that's a beautiful thought,
Mario?"

Mario stifled another smile. "Didn't hear a thing, amico."

"Yeah right.  You know it was beautiful ... just say yes."

"Yes.  Now can I get back to my book?"

"Ignore him, kiddo.  OK, back to the blue room ..."

<><> THE COP, THE SURFER & FOREPLAY <><>

Even as they spoke, in the blue room down the hall the three men in
question were lying on the bed gazing up at the ceiling that was indeed
dappled with reflections from the moonlit pond below.  Felipe lay between
Jamie and Mark, resting his head on their arms that were stretched out and
intertwined behind him on the bed.

Mark was saying, "Jeez, this place is kinda magical.  And you know what I
was saying earlier, kiddo, about taking care of you when Jamie's away.
When I'm working I could always bring you up here, it's the most secure
place I know, like living in a bank vault.  Drives Grady crazy but it might
be just the place for you."

"That's a thought," Jamie agreed.  "You could even be a relief chef for
Danny, let him spend more time with Tommy, and there'll only be a few guys
to cook for.  But listen, I ain't gone yet and I'm sharing a bed with my
two favorite guys in the world.  So Mark, I'm not sure what you mean when
you say you're gonna take care of my young buddy here.  He's like a kid
brother to me, so I gotta make sure how you're gonna do that?"

"Hmm, hard to put into words, but I could give you a demonstration."

"Sounds like a plan," Jamie grinned.  They withdrew their arms from behind
Felipe's neck, got off the bed and stood at the foot staring down at the
eighteen-year-old, with his dark Hispanic features and naturally buff young
body with its long slim waist.  Sexiest of all was the eager, wide-eyed
expression on his face as he stared up at the cop and the blond surfer.

Jamie was still wearing the faded red boardshorts he wore everywhere, and
Felipe wore similar shorts that he treasured as they were hand-me-downs
from Jamie, a present from him.  Mark, ready for bed, had stripped down to
dark blue boxer shorts that contrasted with the golden tan of his
near-naked body.  He folded his muscular arms across his bare chest and
Felipe inhaled sharply at the sight of the powerful cop.

"See, kid," Mark said, "as Jamie's probably told you, when you're under the
protection of a cop, he's in charge of you.  He's still a cop, and cops
expect to be obeyed at all times. Think you can do that?"

"Yes please, sir.  I mean, yes thank you, sir.  Sorry, sir, I'm a bit
nervous."

"Guys are always a bit nervous of cops, but we'll soon take care of that."
Mark's chiseled features broke into a roguish smile as his hand strayed
down to his shorts and he stroked the growing bulge.  The movement made his
muscles ripple in his arms and chest.  As Felipe stared up in awe his own
cock rose up in his shorts like a tentpole."

"Looks to me like he's ready to obey the strong arm of the law," Jamie
grinned.  "Want me to prime him, sir, get him good and ready for the main
event?"

"Sure, buddy.  First thing needs attention is that rod of his.  Just don't
let him spill his load.  He does that I'll whip both your asses."

"Trust me, sir, I know how to prep a guy – bring him right to the edge
without letting him spill over.  You ready dude?"

"You know I am, Jamie."

"Good ... first things first.  Let's take care of this." Jamie knelt on the
bed, unlaced Felipe's boardshorts and pulled out his long straight cock.
"Mmm, yeah, I remember that, how it tastes."  He bent his face over it and
sucked it slowly in and out.

"Aaahh," Felipe sighed, and Mark said, "Feels good eh, boy?  My dick's
gonna need a lot of attention like that when Jamie's away."  He dropped his
shorts and his massive cock reared up.  Think you can handle this?"

"Yes, sir.  Yes please, sir."  Felipe stared up at the cop towering buck
naked over him, his fist wrapped round his shaft.  "Oh," Felipe whimpered.
"Yes please, sir.  Ahh ... ahh ..."

"Don't cum, boy, that's an order.  OK, that's enough, Jamie, he's real
close."

Jamie pulled away from the cock and crawled up the length of his body until
their faces were inches apart and Jamie kissed him. "You'll be in good
hands while I'm gone little brother.  You'll have a blast, especially if
Mark brings you up here – Pete and Brandon are good guys.

Jamie and Felipe kissed and talked for a while, oblivious of the sounds
from the side of the room, until they heard the cop's deep voice.  "OK,
Jamie, he's all mine now."  Jamie got off the bed, Felipe looked up and
gasped.

<><> A NEW BOY FOR THE COP <><>

When Mark arrived at the Grady House that morning he had come straight from
his shift so he was still in his uniform.  That's how he had worked Grady
over, with boss Randy.  After that he had put the uniform away in the
closet here.  But while Jamie and Felipe were making out, he had put it on
... most of it anyway.

Felipe's eyes focused on the high shiny black motorcycle boots, then up the
black serge pants with a silver stripe down each side, and the heavy black
belt tight round his slim waist. Above the waist he wore only the black
uniform shirt with police badge and flashes, hanging open over his bare,
muscular chest.

"See, boy, when Jamie goes away, you're not gonna be the only one who
misses him.  I depend on him to make love to me, service my body and my
cock.  You've seen for yourself how Jamie has to wait for me naked on the
bed when I come home in uniform and plough his ass.  Show us Jamie ... show
us what that looks like."

Jamie smiled, unlaced his boardshorts and let them drop.  Mark looked
admiringly at the naked surfer, stood beside him and flung his arm over his
shoulder.

"Get a good look at this Felipe.  These are the two guys you live with now,
who love you and take care of you.  And you're gonna love them in return
and give them what they need.  You're gonna get loved, licked, hugged,
butt-fucked, face-fucked, spit roasted, and they're gonna spray their jizz
all over that pretty body.

"So while Jamie's away you're gonna take his place – like now when the
cop comes in, hot and horny and you gotta be naked on the bed offering your
ass to him.  Think you can handle that?"

"Yes please, sir," Felipe said and reached down to grab his cock that was
oozing pre-cum.  In his excitement he stroked it, feeling it shudder in his
hand, almost ready to shoot.

Mark reached down and swatted his hand off his cock.  "No, dammit ... did I
say you could touch your cock and shoot your wad?  Jamie used to make the
same mistake, still does when he wants me to do what I've gotta do to you
now."

Mark unhooked a set off handcuffs from his belt and walked toward the bed.
In a moment of panic Felipe looked over at Jamie, and was reassured by his
smile and an encouraging nod.  If Jamie said it was OK it must be.  And
truth be told, his cock was now straining even harder as the cop leant
down, pulled his arms up to the headboard and cuffed his wrists to the
center rod.

"Now, I'll give you one last chance, kid.  If you don't want this ... if
you don't wanna substitute for Jamie and give me what he gives me ... just
say the word."

"No, sir ... I mean yes, sir, I do want that.  Please, I want to do that
for you, please.  I want to feel your cock inside me, sir."

"Thought you'd say that," Mark smiled with a touch of arrogance.  "You're
gonna be a good boy for me, I can tell.  Right, first off, I wanna make
sure you can't get free.  Let me see you try."

Mark and Jamie exchanged glances as they watched the good-looking young man
pull on his wrists, his youthful body writhing on the bed, struggling to
get free."

"Man, I do like to see a kid like you tied up at the mercy of a cop.
You're helpless, at my mercy, right?  So this is how it's gonna be every
night.  The cop's gonna come home horny as hell after eight hours of that
bike throbbing between his legs.  And his boy's gonna be naked on the bed
ready for him."  Mark reached down, pulled Felipe's shorts down over his
feet and flung them to Jamie.  "That's better, that's how I want you."

Felipe watched spellbound as the cop pulled off his shirt and tossed it too
to Jamie.  Felipe gasped at the erotic sight of the blond muscle-cop
stripped to the waist, legs wide apart, his uniform pants tucked into the
high black boots. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge rod, hard
as steel

Mark stared down at his young captive, but as he stroked his cock slowly
his brow darkened.  "Nah, I don't think so.  Jamie's a hard act to follow,
I don't think you can give me what I need.  I need a boy who really wants
it."

Felipe pulled frantically at his cuffed wrists.  "I do want it, sir.
Please, I do need it.  Give me a chance, sir ... I can do it ... please,
sir, I beg you ..."

Mark grinned at Jamie.  "Don't you just love to hear a handsome kid like
this beg a cop for mercy?" He turned his smile on Felipe. "It's OK, kiddo,
that was just a test – lube him up Jamie."

Jamie pushed Felipe's legs back, buried his face in his ass and lubricated
his hole with his tongue.  A minute later he pulled back, stood up and
smiled at Mark.  He's all yours, sir."

Mark grabbed Felipe's ankles and pushed his legs up high, his ass on full
display.  Mark's smile was warm now.  "So this is how it's gonna be every
day that Jamie's gone, kiddo.  And you're gonna love it ... the wait, the
sight of the horny cop, watching the cop strip, seeing his rod spring out
and feeling it ease inside your ass.  Like this ..."

Felipe sighed deeply as he felt Mark's cock sink deeper and deeper inside
him. Mark had done this to him once before, but this was different.  The
first time, soon after Jamie met him, Felipe had watched Mark fuck Jamie,
then Mark had turned to him, calling it "two for the price of one".  But
that time, when he entered Felipe's ass, the boy had shot his load
instantly.

This time was the real thing, something he knew he would be doing often to
satisfy Mark in Jamie's absence.  Still, it was hard for him to hold back
his climax, watching the shirtless cop rise and fall over him, feeling his
long shaft filing his ass.  It was a thrilling sensation and he reflexively
tried to free his hands.  He looked up into Mark's smiling blue-gray eyes
and said softly, "Please, sir.  You are so beautiful ... may I touch you,
sir?"

Mark pulled the handcuffs key from his pocket and tossed it to Jamie, who
deftly unlocked the cuffs.  "Thank you, sir," Felipe said, rubbing his
wrists then gently touching Mark, tracing his fingers round the mounds of
his pecs, then resting his palms on them, pushing lightly up and back as
his body moved and feeling the muscles flex under his hands.

The sensation was matched by the exquisite feeling that radiated from his
ass over his whole body.  He glanced up at Jamie who smiled, "Awesome
feeling eh, buddy?  And you'll get lots more where this came from."

Mark said, "You got a warm sexy butt, kiddo.  "I'm gonna enjoy fucking you
every day.  You'll be waiting for me, won't you?"

"Naked on the bed, sir, just as Jamie taught me.  But, sir, right now I'm
having trouble holding back my cum.  Like it's bursting inside me."

"Can you keep your hands on me when you shoot?"

"Absolutely, sir.  I just need your permission."

Mark grinned.  "OK, kiddo, permission granted – as soon as you feel my
sperm in your ass."

Felipe stared into Mark's eyes and dug his fingers into his solid pecs as
he felt the rod drilling his ass harder and faster.  He saw the cop tense,
saw him wince, and felt his cock swell inside him and flood his ass with
warm juice, as his own cock reared up and spurted semen over his writhing
body.

Mark bent down and kissed Felipe as he gently withdrew his cock from his
ass.  "Beautiful kiddo.  Yeah we're gonna have a great time together.
We'll make Jamie proud of us both when we give him a big welcome home.
Hey, Jamie, down here there's a real cute ass all lubed up with my jizz.
You wanna grab a piece of the action?"

"You read my mind, officer."  Jamie took Mark's place kneeling on the bed
and pushed Felipe's legs back again.  "Can you take another cock so soon,
bro?"

Felipe laughed, "Jamie, I can take your cock anytime."

So, not for the first time, Jamie drove his cock in his buddy's ass and
shot his load almost at once, mixing his juice with the cop's inside the
awestruck boy.

Mark kissed Jamie and grinned, "This kid's a keeper, dude.  You hear that,
Felipe?  No turning back now, boy ... your ours for good."  The cop was all
business now.  "What time do the chefs want you in the morning, kid?

"I don't have to report to the kitchen until ten, sir.  Danny and the twins
are doing the early shift."

"Good, so we can sleep in.  Now I gotta get these pants and boots off.  You
both know the drill."

Jamie pulled Felipe up off the bed and Mark sat on the edge of the bed,
boots on the floor, and leaned back on his elbows.  Jamie said, "Come on
bro.  I've shown you how this works.  Both together now."

They turned their backs on Mark, standing side by side.  They bent down and
raised a boot each under their asses, grabbed the toe and heel and tugged
forward.  The boots started to budge, then came off suddenly and the boys
lurched forward against the wall.  Laughing, they pulled off Mark's uniform
pants and a few seconds later they were all lying naked on the bed, Jamie
between Mark and Felipe.

Felipe felt a surge of joy, followed by a stab of panic that a feeling this
good couldn't last.  "Sir," he said softly, "will you really take care of
me like you said, even if they try to take me away?"

"I said it, I meant it, kid.  A cop never breaks his word on something like
this, right Jamie?"

"Damn straight.  Hey, bro, you're on boot-removal duty for life."

<><> GRADY & MARIO BICKER & LAUGH <><>

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Grady and Brian were still deep in
gossip.  Brian had flicked through the pages of his notebook, answering
Grady's questions and `dishing all the dirt' as Grady called it, a phrase
that made Mario wince.  But Mario still he kept his eyes on his book and
his ears closed ... or so he said, though neither of the gossip-mongers
believed it.  They just ploughed ahead regardless, and Mario had a smile on
his lips to hear both of them so happy.

By now they had gone through several of the couples and groups who were by
now comfortably installed in the various guestrooms Brian had
assigned. Grady had wrung from Brian all the juicy facts he had gathered
rolling through the crowd, keeping his ears, and his notebook, open.

"OK kiddo, you've just finished telling me about young chef Will sleeping
with his brawny step-dad Seth, but we haven't talked about the pool-house
yet.  Why did you give that room to Charlie and his boys Noah and Vic?"

"Well, sir, you recall that the cowboy was a surprise last-minute arrival
at the party, and by that time I had assigned all the other rooms.  But in
any case I think I would have chosen the pool-house for them.  As you know,
that room is real special, lots of charm, and easy for late-night or
early-morning private swims.

"See, I feel kinda sorry for those young boys `cos their so crazy about
Charlie but don't get to see him much when he's travelling with the rodeo.
You saw how thrilled they were when he showed up.  They'll only have two
nights together so I wanted them to be special for them all.  I even left a
bottle of brandy in the pool-house there for them."

Grady frowned, "What I can never quite get over is that Charlie don't even
have sex with men.  How do the kids handle that?"

"Well sir, he don't usually have sex with men when he's out in the world,
but you gotta admit the tribe is kinda special ... you know, like ..."

Without looking up from his book Mario said, "The word you're searching
for, bambino, is sui-generis, Latin for in a class by itself."

Thought you weren't listening," Grady said gruffly.

"I wasn't.  I just couldn't help showing off my Latin."

"But sir," Brian asked logically, "if you weren't listening, how did you
know I was ...?"

Grady huffed, "Pay no attention to him, kiddo, he's full of it.  Fuck him."

Brian said, "Don't you mean get fucked by him, sir?" which made Mario choke
back a laugh.

"Yeah, I guess that would be closer to the mark," Grady grinned, then
caught himself. "Hey, wait just a goddam minute here.  How did we get
sidetracked like this?  Just when you were gonna spill the beans about
cowboy Charlie."

"OK, OK, sorry sir.  Well as I was saying, when Charlie met the tribe it
was a whole different world, like er, sui-generic, right sir?"

"Almost, Brian," Mario mumbled.  "Sui-generis."

"Sui-bullshit" Grady said, trying to keep a straight face.  "Brian ..."

"Sorry, sir.  OK right, cowboy Charlie.  So when he met this crowd of
hot-looking horny men, fucking and sucking each other, his spirit of
adventure took over.  As a rodeo cowboy he can be a wild and crazy guy,
like you yourself found out today sir in the Secret Garden with him and his
boys.  Depending on who he's with he does pretty much everything except
butt-fucking.

"OK, got it, but I wanted to know about him and his boys."

"Well, sir, from what I can tell, he really fell in love with those kids,
and not for the usual sexual reasons.  They moved him, he felt huge, like,
sympathy for them, especially when he saw how loving they were with each
other.  He wants to hug them all the time, and does often.  And, here's the
good bit sir that I didn't even write down, he really gets off watching
them make love.

"It's not really sexual with him, he just loves that they're so happy. And
I gotta say, I've seen those boys make love and it really is something
special."

"Do you think that's what they're doing now, kiddo ... in the pool house?"

"I'd bet the farm on it, sir."

"Bet the farm?" Mario queried.  "Non Capisco."

"No you wouldn't capiso," Grady said derisively, "`cos you speak Italian
... and Latin, it seems.  That was Brian showing off his good ol' American
– bet the farm ... bet my shirt ... bet my bottom dollar ... Oh never
mind.  Next thing we'll be getting a Latin translation."

"The Latin for farm is villam," Mario murmured, noisily turning a page in
his book.

"Oh shut up," Grady growled.  He looked at Mario who's eyes were twinkling
... and all three of them broke into uncontrollable laughter until tears
ran down their faces.

<><> CHARLIE & HIS BOYS TRADE GIFTS <><>

If Brian had bet the farm or his shirt he would not have lost either, as he
was correct as usual.

When Charlie and his boys retired to the pool house, drinks in hand, he
watched as Vic and Noah explored excitedly, bumping into each other and
slopping their drinks.  "It's gorgeous, sir.  And Brian said we could have
it every time we visit the Grady House with you."

"Sounds perfect."  Charlie took their drinks from them, then wrapped them
both in his arms and squeezed them tight.  When at last he let go Noah
said, "Hey, sir, it's a full moon tonight and the pool is right there.  Can
we go for a moonlight swim."

Charlie put on his stern face.  "No you cannot, and you know why?"  They
looked at him with furrowed brows.  "It's because we've all been drinking a
lot and you should never go swimming when you're a bit drunk, especially
when nobody's around.  Y'all know how many accidents there have been like
that?  In the morning sure, but not now."

"Sorry, sir," Noah said. They secretly loved it when he corrected them,
like an older brother.

"That's OK kid, that's what I'm here for.  But I won't be here all the
time, and I've asked Bob to keep an eye on you – Nate too, except he'll
be gone on that promotion tour with Grady.

"But look, there's a small private deck overlooking the pool, with the moon
shining full on it.  So as we won't be swimming there's no reason we can't
have another drink.  I see a brandy bottle over there, left by Brian no
doubt.  He sure knows how to take care of guests."

They brought the bottle and glasses over to the chaises on the moonlit
deck.  The boys sat down and Charlie pulled something from his backpack.
"Hey, look, I got a little present for y'all."

He sat facing them.  "Real cowboy hats have strings so the guy can push the
hat back off his head and let it I hang down his back.  I go through a lot
of hats at the rodeo and before I threw a couple of old ones out recently,
I salvaged the rawhide strings from them.  I tied each one in a loop –
here they are.  Thought they'd look cool hanging round my boys' necks –
a sign to everyone that you're a cowboy's boys."

He took one rawhide loop, pushed it over Vic's head and let it hand round
his neck, knot at the bottom.  He hung the second one round Noah's neck.
The boys stared at each other, eyes gleaming.  They reached forward and
touched each other's neck.

"They are so cool, sir," said Vic. "We'll wear them always, even in the
shower." Noah beamed, "Just wait till the other boys see them."  They threw
their arms round Charlie pushing him sprawling back on the chaise.  "Hey,
cool it guys or you'll injure my back so bad I won't be able to ride, and
have to spend all my time here with you."

"We wouldn't say no, sir," Noah laughed.  But Vic frowned, "We didn't get a
present for you though, sir."

"Yes you did ... yourselves.  Y'all don't know what a tonic it is to see
you guys, spend time with you and sleep with you?  All this is so different
from my world, and I love it."

Noah frowned, "We just wish there was something we could do for you, sir."

"You can, guys.  The sight of you looking so happy makes me happy too.  Joy
is infectious, ya know.  So just be yourselves and let me look at you.
Like, right now, stand up."

They stood up, shoulder to shoulder and smiled down at him.  He took
another sip of brandy, then stretched back lazily on the chaise.  The back
of the chaise was raised at an angle, and he linked his hands behind his
head, which made his biceps flex.  "Y'all don't know how perfect this is
for me?  Looking up at my own boys, lit by the full moon."

The boys stared at him in awe, the muscular cowboy lying barefoot and
bare-chested in blue jeans.  They looked away from Charlie and smiled at
each other.  The way they usually expressed their happiness with each other
was to kiss ... which they did now.

Charlie grinned, "God, that's beautiful.  I love that."

They broke apart and smiled down at him.  "Sir," Vic said, "would you like
us to make love?"

"You read my mind, kiddo.  I love watching my boys make love.  Go for it,
guys."

The boys were wearing their usual shorts, T-shirt and sneakers and
proceeded to undress each other – shirts first, then the sneakers,
before they unzipped the other's shorts and let them drop.  Naked, they
held each other at arm's length and their cocks stiffened.

They pulled the cushions off two chaises and lay them side by side on the
wooden deck.  They lay down, hugged each other and rolled over on the
cushions, kissing and licking.  They ended up in a sixty-nine position and
Charlie smiled as he watched them suck each other off.

Knowing that their man was watching them made their love-making more
intense than ever, and soon they were panting hard, their ecstatic groans
muffled by their buddy's cock.  Charlie said, "Yeah, now, kids ... do it
now."  He watched their bodies jolt and their throats tighten as they
gulped down each other's musky juice.

When their heartbeats subsided they rolled over and kissed each other, then
got on their knees and grinned impishly at Charlie.  He saw the gleam in
their eyes and protested, "Oh no ... no you don't ..."

But he was still smiling and the boys knew what he wanted. They got up,
walked over to the chaise and knelt one on each side.  They knew he could
have pushed them off but he kept his hands linked behind his head as he
looked down at them and let them go to work.  Vic unbuttoned his Levi's and
Noah pulled out his semi-hard cock.

From then on the boys took turns sucking the long dick and the cowboy's
mock protests turned to moans of pleasure.  While one boy worked on his
cock the other licked his chest, and he reached down and ran his fingers
through the boy's hair.  It wasn't so much the physical sensation that made
his cock hard, as the joy of seeing these eager boys so happy, happy to be
servicing their hero."

"Y'all wanna drink my jizz, guys?"

"Yes please, sir" they said in unison.

"OK, here it comes ...."  The muscular body tensed, Charlie arched his back
and sighed deeply as he unloaded his sperm in Vic's mouth, to be quickly
replaced by Noah who drank the rest of his jizz and drained him dry.

After they had drink their fill, they laid their heads on his chest and he
stroked their hair.  "That was just what this cowboy needed, kids.  Now I
dunno about you but I'm bushed after a long action-packed day.  You wanna
explore that big king-size bed I saw in there?"

They needed no more persuasion and within minutes all three were lying
together, Charlie between the boys, their naked bodies lit by the moonlight
streaming through the window blinds.  "Happy, kids?"

They answered with groans of pleasure and snuggled closer.  He glanced from
side to side at each of them, still proudly wearing the rawhide string
round their necks.  He smiled, knowing they would never come off ... as
they said, `not even in the shower'.

<><> WAR & PEACE <><>

In the master suite the gossip session was finally winding down, much to
the relief of Mario who had finished his book and closed his eyes.

Grady sighed, "Guess we pretty much covered everyone, Brian ... except for
you.  I never hear much gossip about you, dude.  So how do you feel about
us going away and leaving you with Pete and Brandon?"

"Well of course I'll miss you, sir. but I love the idea of spending ten
days with the hunky Ranger and Brandon, who is his boy and my boyfriend."

"Hmm, don't that sound a bit complicated?"

"I was concerned about that at first sir, like, being the third wheel with
those two.  But when I talked to Mario about it he said there's nothing
wrong with being a third wheel.  Brandon loves Pete and me both, but in
different ways."

"Yeah, Mario got that right.  He does get a few things right, you know
... occasionally." Grady turned and glanced over at Mario and saw his eyes
flicker open.  "I mean, we're lovers but you don't feel like a third wheel
with us do you?"

"Oh no, sir.  Then again, what we've got going is different, real special
..."

"Sui generis, bambino," Mario murmured, as if in his sleep.

"Oh don't start that again, dude, you caused enough trouble last time,"
Grady huffed.  He ruffled Brian's hair.  "You know kiddo, you're right.
You and me, we got this special thing going, and sometimes I think Mario is
the third wheel.  Maybe I'll take you on the tour and leave him here."

Mario said drowsily, "Only I won't be collecting any gossip for you."

Grady winced.  "He's got a point there, Brian, don't you think? I mean, I
gotta know everything that goes on here when we're away."

Mario stretched his arm over Grady's chest.  "Amore, please, will you let
Brian and me go to sleep at long last?  I finished my book a long time
ago."

"So next time bring a bigger book.  Try War & Peace."

"Pay no more attention to him, Brian.  He could keep this up all night."

Brian too stretched his arm over Grady's chest and Mario held it. "OK,
sir. Sleep it is."

"`Night guys," Grady said, with a contented smile on his face.  He kissed
Mario's cheek, then Brian's.

Silence followed and their breathing got deeper.  They were almost asleep
when Grady whispered, "Hey, Brian.  When we're away you will keep filling
that notebook won't you?  For when I get back?"

"Always, sir.  Just between us."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 591


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