Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2013 01:38:01 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 185  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 185
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  It's sex in Speedos as Bob and Adam get intimate. "The two muscle-studs
couldn't take their eyes off each other – the ripped, square-jawed
Superman and the flawless alpha-male Aussie.  It was mutual muscle worship
while their boys knelt at their feet working on their cocks."  Later
Randy's lust for Pablo explodes.  "He lifted the naked boy high in the air.
`You're my boy, kiddo, and your hot young ass is mine.'"

*********************


A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 185 – "Quality Time"

Hassan, Eddie and Darius were in Hassan's house in the desert.  After the
Marines video shoot earlier in the day they were still dressed in military
fatigues and had treated Eddie to an incredible military fantasy.  Eddie
had became a young rookie soldier at the mercy of a muscle-stud Marine
captain and his buddy, a black soldier with a huge ten-inch cock.

Darius's master Zack was coming to join them the next morning.  "That's
terrific," Hassan said.  "Tell you what.  Why don't we spend the weekend
out here in Palm Springs?  I'll treat us to one of those private, secluded
hotels and we can lie back in luxury ... room service, drinks by the pool.
Maybe we can even entice a couple of hot pool boys to join us.  Think they
would?"

Darius laughed.  "Us four ... you kidding?  Try keeping them away."

"OK it's a deal.  But I better call Bob and let him know what's going on –
see if he can spare Eddie for a couple of days."

Bob was enthusiastic.  "Great idea, buddy, and your timing's great.  We can
manage without Eddie as the house is pretty quiet right now so.  Seems to
be a time for the masters to get reacquainted with their boys.  `Quality
time' Mark calls it.  Randy's taken Pablo up to the lake for some fishing
and who-knows-what else.  Mark's taken Jamie down to San Diego, Ben's with
Jason of course, and Zack's coming out to join you guys.

That leaves just me and the twins in the house, and Adam and Nate are
coming from next door to spend time with us.  So go for it, buddy.  And
take care of young Eddie... but I imagine you've already done that."

Hassan shut off his phone with a grin and murmured.  "Hmm, `quality time' –
so that's what they're calling it.  Now that would be something to watch."

********************

The `quality time' at the house turned out to be pretty quiet at first.
Soon after Bob hung up the phone the gate opened in the hedge separating
the guys' big house from the Aussie House next door – as Darius always
insisted on calling it – and in walked the Aussies themselves.

The tall, muscular Adam with his golden tan and stunning good-looks worked
for an Australian airline and was more-or- less permanently based here in
Los Angeles.  His boy Nate had moved from Sydney not so long ago, initially
to be with his friend Jamie.  But his dream had been to become houseboy for
this tribe of gorgeous men and their boys, and that dream had come true.

It was almost inevitable that Nate would become Adam's boy and when Randy
and Bob bought the house next door they leased it to the Aussies.  As
houseboy Nate worked closely with Bob's boys, the twins Kyle and Kevin, as
they were the chefs for the whole group – or master chefs Bob called
them as they had previously worked in a gourmet restaurant and always came
up with awesome meals for this hungry bunch of guys.  They may have been
Bob's devoted boys but in the kitchen they were the masters.

As soon as he came in Nate huddled with the twins and they went off to the
kitchen together to prepare breakfast.  Bob greeted Adam with a hug,
feeling his solid muscles under his clothes.  He was wearing jeans and an
old sleeveless T-shirt that, although it hung loosely on him, did nothing
to hide his perfect physique.  Bob was in his usual plain white V-neck
T-shirt and cargo shorts and, as Adam said in his thick Australian drawl,
"Looking spectacular as always, mate."

"Yeah," Bob grinned. "Well you're not exactly chopped liver yourself,
though you look good enough to eat ... a hot Australian stud ... that
Nate's a real lucky guy.  Which brings me to a plan I had in mind for the
five of us.  Looks like we have the place to ourselves with everyone away
so here's what I was thinking."  Then he checked himself.  "Hey, first let
me go and get the coffee – save the boys a trip."  Adam sat at the long
table by the pool, the guys' usual gathering place, while Bob went to the
kitchen.

He heard voices as he approached, but when he opened the door they stopped
abruptly and the boys faced him with a guilty look.  Nate actually blushed,
and Bob didn't need a blush from the twins to tell him they were up to
something.  He knew his boys well.  "Just came to get the coffee," Bob
deadpanned.  He breathed in the cooking smells.  "Mmm – something smells
good in here..." he grinned playfully... "whatever it is you guys are
cooking up."

He left and Nate said, "You think he heard?"  Kyle shook his head, "Nah,"
and Kevin added, "Anyway, we've nothing to be ashamed of.  We'll be doing
it all for them.  Just hope it works."

Outside Bob put the coffee tray on the table and sat facing Adam, who
stretched his arms up, turned his face to the sun and said, "Hmm that feels
good, mate – another `perfect day in paradise' as they say here."  Bob's
cock stirred in his shorts as he watched Adam's muscles ripple as he
stretched, his handsome upturned face catching the morning sun.  "So," Adam
said, "what about these plans you're hatching, mate?"

"Well," Bob grinned, "I'm not so sure now, after my trip to the kitchen.
To misquote Robert Burns – `The best laid schemes o' boys and men oft
get fucked up'..."

********************

They sat chatting over their coffee for only a few minutes before Nate and
the twins came out looking rather coy and holding a tablecloth and cutlery.
"Sirs," Nate said, obviously plucking up courage, "me and the twins have
been talking."  Here we go, thought Bob suppressing a grin.  Nate was
already faltering so Kyle took over.  "Sirs, we would like to make this day
special for you by waiting on you, allowing you to simply enjoy each
other's company."  He looked for help to Kevin who continued for him.
"Think of it as being poolside at a classy hotel with three pool-boys to
serve you, waiting on you hand and foot."

Bob laughed.  "Only thing about that, guys, is there's no hotel anywhere
that has such gorgeous pool-boys as you three.  Hmm, hand and foot, eh?  I
did have other body parts in mind, but hey, what the hell?  What d'ya think
Adam?"

"What do I think?  Let's see, now – great house, great pool, gourmet
food, three hot young studs to serve it ... all that and a flawless
muscle-god to share it with.  Yeah, I think I'll give that a try."  He
grinned.  "Like I said, buddy, another perfect day in paradise."

Growing in confidence Nate said, "OK, sirs.  If you would kindly move over
to the chaises here we'll set the table for brunch."  Kevin added, "Bit
late to call it breakfast."

Bob leapt to his feet.  "We'll do better than that.  How about a swim,
Adam?  You wanna borrow some Speedos?"

"Borrow?" Adam gasped in mock horror.  "I'm an Aussie, mate, and I'll have
you know that Speedos were invented a hundred years ago in Sydney on Bondi
Beach.  I lived in Speedos back home.  See? ..."  He pulled his loose shirt
over his head and dropped his jeans.  He smiled broadly and held out his
arms in a stunning display.  Under his jeans he had been wearing dark blue
Speedos that hugged his hips and set off the ridges in his eight-pack abs
and his rock hard thighs – but most of all his perfect bubble butt.

There were four instant hard-ons under shorts as Bob and the boys gazed in
awe at the spectacular Aussie with the flawless, muscular physique, golden
tan, classically handsome features, short black hair ... and a bulge that
looked like it was gonna burst from his Speedos.  He grinned at Bob.  "OK,
buddy – your turn."

Bob smiled back and pulled from his pocket a pair of black Speedos.  He
waved them in the air and said, "See ... I too come prepared."  He kicked
off his sneakers and dropped his shorts.  The guys watched in awe as Bob's
still-hard cock sprang free.  Looking sexy as hell in just his white
T-shirt he now teased them by taking his time – picking up his shorts,
folding them and placing them on a chaise.  Then, with his back to the pool
he reached behind his neck and slowly pulled up his T-shirt – over his
washboard abs, over the slabs of his pecs and off.

The guys had all seen him naked before, especially the twins, who slept
with him often, but it was always an awe-inspiring sight – the
square-jawed Superman features and spectacularly ripped body, with the
iron-hard cock standing out from a thicket of black pubic hair.  Under the
intense gaze of four spellbound faces Bob grabbed his Speedos from the
table, bent down, pulled them over his feet and up his legs.

He had difficulty stuffing his rock-hard cock into the Speedos and, when he
held out his arms in a copy of Adam's display, there was a long bulge under
the Speedos stretching sideways up to the waistband, the tip of his cock
visible at the top.

There was a stunned silence, and then the boys fulfilled their pledge of
taking care of their masters.  The twins dropped to their knees before Bob
and leaned forward.  Kevin ran his tongue over the Speedos up the full
length of the bulge, while Kyle pressed his tongue into the hole at the
head of the cock poking out the top, licking the pre-cum oozing from it.
Nate copied them, kneeling at Adam's feet and licking the bulge through the
shiny fabric.  The boys' plan was progressing nicely.

Bob and Adam were staring at each other, each mesmerized by the other's
beauty as they felt the damp warmth of their boys' mouths over their
Speedos.  In unison they raised their hands to their chests and slowly
stroked their nipples, groaning in ecstasy.  "Shit, man," Adam groaned,
"you are so fucking gorgeous.  I could bust my load just looking at that
smoking hot body."  Bob smiled, "Same here, buddy, but don't cum yet.  I
think our boys have other ideas."

They sure did and even while they were licking their masters bulges they
shot glances at each other to make sure they were acting in sync.  Both
men's cocks' were now swollen to their full length and the boys grabbed the
Speedos at the sides, slowly pulled them down to below the balls, and just
missed being hit in the face by the rigid cocks that sprang out.

Kyle and Kevin together licked their master's shaft, and then Kyle took the
full length into his mouth and down his throat.  At the same time Nate, who
had Adam's huge rod all to himself, pressed his lips over the head, put his
hands behind Adam's now naked ass and pulled his hips forward, savoring the
taste of the long pole as it slid down his throat.

The two men couldn't take their eyes off each other.  It was mutual muscle
worship while their boys worked their cocks.  "Oh, man..." Adam sighed,
raising his arms and linking his hands behind his head, flexing his biceps
and flaring his lats as his hips thrust forward.  He smiled at Bob.  "That
look good to you, mate?  Your turn.  I wanna watch Superman fuck the
beautiful young faces of the boys kneeling at his feet."  Bob clamped his
hands behind the twins' heads and his pecs bulged as he pulled their faces
toward him – one boy sucking his cock while the other licked his balls.

While the twins performed the sensuous double act on Bob that they had
perfected over time, Nate clenched his throat muscles round the hard Aussie
cock pounding his face.  Bob and Adam, two flawlessly ripped athletes,
naked except for their Speedos pulled down below their balls, gazed at each
other's body then into each other's brown eyes, seeing in them their own
reflection.  As they fucked their boy's faces it felt as if they were
fucking each other.  It was sensual overload, each man overwhelmed by raw
lust for the other and finally Bob said, "I can't take this, man.  You and
the boys are gonna make me bust my load."

"Whenever you're ready, mate."  Their hearts pounded in their chests, their
breathing got ragged and they shouted in unison, "Yes!....Yes! ... Aaagh!"
Nate felt one last thrust of Adam's hips against his face and his cock
erupted deep in his throat.  Nate gulped frantically, determined not to
spill a drop of his master's warm juice.  The twins' faces were pressed
together side by side as Bob's cock poured semen into Kyle's mouth.  When
he felt drained he pulled out, thrust his cock into Kevin's mouth and was
rewarded with another explosive orgasm.

And still the men gazed at each other, their shuddering bodies subsiding
and a smile coming to their eyes.  Finally Bob came out of his trance said
to Adam, "OK, stud, now how about that swim?"  The boys jumped to their
feet and watched as the men pulled up their Speedos, went to the edge of
the pool and dived in, their bodies flashing in a perfectly synchronized
dive.

Some boys might have felt they were being ignored, but not these three.  It
was all part of their plan.  "You think it's working?" asked Kevin.

"You kidding?" grinned Nate.  "You see the way they looked at each other?
Our plan's working just fine, mates – it's foolproof."

*******************

Bob and Adam spent a long time in the pool, rough-housing in the water with
as much physical contact as they could get away with without actually
cumming again.  When they dived under the water, out of sight of the boys,
their lips brushed together and soon their mouths were grinding against
each other, clamped so tight they were able to stay underwater longer by
sharing the same breath back and forth.  Their arms were clamped round each
other, their Speedos pressed together, and when at last they burst to the
surface they took in great lungfuls of air, laughing with the sheer joy of
male intimacy.

They reluctantly pulled themselves out of the pool, water streaming down
their glistening bodies, and the twins were waiting with big white towels.
They dried them off, standing behind them and pressing their crotches
against the men's asses.  Then Nate announced with a flourish, "Sirs,
brunch is served."

The boys had been busy while Bob and Adam frolicked in the pool and now the
men gazed at the fruits of their labors.  The table was set with a white
linen cloth, silverware, elaborately folded napkins, jugs of juice and a
pot of coffee, and standing behind the table were three of the most
beautiful waiters ever to serve food.  "Wow," Adam said, wrapping the towel
round his waist, "this really is a five-star hotel."

"We'll be right back with the food, sirs," said Kevin, and the boys ran
back to the kitchen.  Bob and Adam sat at the table opposite each other and
there was a sudden shyness between them.  They became aware just how
shamelessly they had flaunted their bodies in a blatant display of muscle
worship and mutual lust, to the point of orgasm as their boys sucked their
cocks.  They remembered their long underwater kiss, and knew it was time to
cool things down a bit

So desire was replaced by formality as Adam said, "You know, Bob, even
though we live right next door to each other you and I we never seem to
spend time alone together.  Either you're just leaving for work or I am.
Sure, we're together at group functions like meals, but you've got Randy
and the twins and I've got Nate so ... well, the fact is that we don't have
any..."

"... quality time together," said Bob, completing his thought ... "get to
really know each other."  He grinned.  "Still, I think we just made a start
on that, Adam."  There was that topic again and Adam tried to shift the
subject.  "So what was this plan you thought the boys were hatching?"

"Oh, that," Bob laughed.  "Tell you the truth I think we're living it.
Don't you have a kind of feeling we're being manipulated?"  As if on cue
the exuberant boys came from the kitchen bearing gifts – gifts of
mouth-watering smells and dishes of food.  They spread the feast before
their masters, refilled their glasses with juice and stood back with
napkins over their arms.

But Bob was frowning.  "Adam, old buddy, you say this is like a five-star
hotel.  Well in that case it seems to me that the guests should get
whatever they ask for ... even if they ask for the company of the wait
staff.  What d'ya think?"

"Hmm," Adam mused.  "I agree, but on one condition ... that they take their
shirts off and let us see if they're hot enough to join us."

"OK," Bob grinned.  "So, you pool-boy-waiters, how about it?"

Solemnly Nate and the twins pulled off their T-shirts and held their arms
out to the side just as Bob and Adam had done earlier.  They were all
wearing colorful board shorts tied at the waist and they flexed their naked
torsos.  "Holy shit," said Adam, "now that's what I call service with a
smile.  Look at those fucking bodies, man.  I say they're in."

"And I'd say you're right.  OK, guys, come and eat with us.  Take a pew."
Eagerly the boys sat at table – the twins on either side of Bob, and
Nate next to Adam.  If ever Darius's camera was needed it was now – a
stunning domestic shot of two shirtless muscle-hunks and three shirtless
boys, their bodies gleaming in the midday sun.

With healthy appetites they dug into the food and the first part of the
meal was eaten in virtual silence, with words replaced by the language of
the eyes.  Bob and Adam looked up frequently from their pates, stared into
each other's eyes and felt their cocks stiffen in their Speedos.  Their
unspoken thoughts were more powerful than words could ever be.  The boys
caught every nuance of their looks and shared secret smiles between them.
It was going well.

But eventually conversation resumed and rapidly became more animated, with
Adam and Bob sharing stories about their work, and the boys gossiping and
exaggerating about what might be going on between Hassan, Eddie, Zack and
Darius in the desert – not to mention Randy and Pablo in the mountains,
Mark and Jamie in San Diego, and Ben and Jason down the hill.

******************

As the meal finally wound down the boys jumped up and started carrying
dishes back to the kitchen, leaving the men talking softly to each other
over coffee.  When they came back out the boys were carrying a large
blanket, a sheet and pillows.  They spread the blanket on the grass, laid
the sheet on top and put the pillows at the head – almost like an
outdoor bed.

Kevin took the lead.  "Sirs, we were thinking that ... as you're still
wearing Speedos and all ... you might like to relax in the sun after such a
big meal."  Kyle added, "We've got it all ready for you," pointing to the
sheet and pillows on the grass.

Bob smiled at Adam and rolled his eyes.  "Better do what they say, I guess.
Always best to take the advice of hotel staff – especially if they're
young and gorgeous.  Come to think of it I could use a nap after all that
food."  He stretched his arms upward, flexing his shoulders and biceps, and
once again Adam was dazzled by the stunning looks of the tousle-haired
muscle-god, his square jaw stretched open in a wide yawn.

"Just lead the way, buddy," grinned Adam.  They got up from the table,
walked across the lawn and flopped down on the sheet that was already
warmed by the sun.  They lay on their backs close together, luxuriating in
the warm softness of the grass and the blanket beneath them and the pillows
under their heads.  "Man, Adam sighed, "doesn't get much better than this."

"Sirs," said Nate, "maybe you should have suntan lotion on you in case you
fall asleep in the sun.  We could help you with that if you like, sirs."

Closing his eyes lazily Bob said, "Sure, why not?  Go ahead – we're in
your hands."  Nate grinned at the twins and raised his eyebrows with a look
that said, `He sure got that right.'  They grabbed tubes of lotion they had
brought out with them and Nate knelt between Bob and Adam at their legs,
while the twins knelt straddling their waists.  The men moaned as they felt
hands smoothing lotion over their chest and legs, hands that hovered
erotically over their nipples and their inner thighs just below their
crotch.

Nate stood up, then knelt behind their heads, the bulge in his shorts
between their faces as he gently smoothed lotion over their necks.  He and
the twins were now moving in perfect unison and, at a signal between them,
the twins lowered themselves slowly until they were sitting on the bulges
in the men's Speedos.  As they reached forward and ran their hands over the
corded ridges of the men's abs the twins moved their hips back and forth,
the asses of their board shorts rubbing against the bulging Speedos.

 Bob and Adam moaned in ecstasy and both now opened their eyes, first
looking upward at the intense boyish face of Nate, then forward to the
incredible sight of the twins grinding their asses over their throbbing
dicks.  They groaned as they watched the twins' beautiful young faces turn
to each other, they licked each other's lips and then kissed each other
long and hard.

The display of boyish love overwhelmed Bob who turned his head toward Adam.
"You ready, man?"  Spurred on by the erotic sight of the twins, Adam moved
his face close to Bob's, their lips met, their mouths locked and they were
sharing the same breath back and forth, just as they had under water.  They
each felt the same intense sensation, making love to each other while the
twins ground their asses over their cocks in their Speedos.

There was no holding back.  The men's rippling bodies shuddered against
each other, they screamed into the gag of the other's mouth as they felt
their cocks erupt into their Speedos. The boys watched the men beneath them
in awe and intuitively pulled their cocks from their shorts.  It took only
a couple of strokes before their cocks were streaming cum down on their
masters, smothering their heaving bodies with splashes of white, creamy
juice.

The silence that followed was broken only by the heavy breathing of five
men and the soft breeze blowing over their exhausted bodies.  Finally the
three boys stood up, then knelt beside their masters, the twins beside Bob,
Nate beside Adam.  They were back in service mode as they bent down and
began cleaning up the men's still-heaving chests.  Voraciously they licked
the gleaming flesh, slurping up the pools of semen they themselves had just
poured over them.  The taste was a pungent mix of cum, sweat and scented
lotion, but they reveled in their task.

When they had swallowed most of the semen they grabbed the big fluffy
towels the men had dropped and wiped their chests clean, then replenished
them with lotion.  They gazed down at the repairs they had made and
realized there was one more task.  The Speedos were now soaked in cum and
had to be removed.  They pulled them down, over the cocks that flopped out
and hung to the side, slid them all the way down the legs and then off.

"But what about the tan line?" Adam protested.  Bob laughed, "Fuck the tan
line, buddy.  With or without you'd always look gorgeous and you know it."

Now to finish the cleanup.  Switching masters, the twins knelt and buried
their faces in Adam's thick pubic hair, wet with sweat and sticky with cum.
Nate did the same with Bob and in unison all three boys licked clean the
cum-soaked crotches, cocks and balls.  This time, though, they savored the
taste and smell of their masters' juices rather than their own, and their
cocks grew stiff.  Again the men moaned but this time it was partly from
fatigue as well as pleasure.

The boys stood up and Nate said.  "Now we'll let you sleep, sirs, while we
clean up the kitchen."

The men sighed and closed their eyes, their shoulders and thighs touching
lightly.  After having shot their loads twice, with another near-orgasm
under water, the men were exhausted and their minds drifted lazily over the
image of each other's stunning body and face.  Halfway toward sleep Adam
murmured dreamily, "That was great, buddy, but what I really wanted was
..."

"You read my mind, Adam ..." said Bob, but then their minds went blank and
they slept.

**********************

These final thoughts just before sleep haunted their dreams, which were
similar for both men – an erotic jumble of two men in bulging Speedos
swimming together, kissing, writhing naked over the ground.  They saw vivid
images of the faces, the ripped bodies and the raised asses, and saw
themselves crawling toward the ass but somehow being restrained from
touching the perfect white globes.

Tossing in frustration the men ended up on their sides, turned toward each
other, still deep in dream-filled sleep.  Adam flung out his arm and it
came to rest over Bob's waist, the hand settling on the cheeks of his ass.
Bob's arm lay straight down between them and his fingers curled
automatically round Adam's semi-erect cock.

In the kitchen the boys had finished loading the dishwasher and cleaning
the counter-tops, and now gazed through the window where they had a perfect
view of what was happening on the grass outside.  "Told you," said Kyle.
"How much you wanna bet, Nate?"  Nate grinned, "A tenner.  I know I'm right
– it'll be Adam on top ... look at the way he's grabbing Bob's ass."
Come on, let's go outside for a closer look.

They approached quietly and stood at a discreet distance.  As the men
stirred in sleep they moved close together, their chests touching.  There
was a placid smile on their faces sensing, even in sleep, the scent of the
other man's breath wafting into his face.  The incredible sight of the two
gorgeous muscle-hunks entwined in sleep fascinated the boys, who were all
rubbing the bulges in their shorts.

Adam stirred and turned over onto his stomach.  As he slid his arm from
around Bob's waist Bob jerked, his dream interrupted.  His breathing became
shallow and his eyes opened slightly.  His hazy vision saw only the
muscular back next to him, sloping down to a slim waist, then rising up
over the rounded white globes of the ass he had been dreaming off.  Was
this still a dream?  Bob forced his eyes open, inhaled deeply and reassured
himself that this was real – the man was real – the ass was real
... the same ass he had tried so desperately to reach in his dream.

Obsessed by the ass he ran his hands over it, lightly so as not to wake the
sleeping man.  Bob was wide awake now, fixating on the ass.  He had to have
it, to taste it.  Carefully he edged away from Adam, stood up slowly, and
gazed at him, sleeping on his stomach, his arms stretched up in a V on the
sheet, biceps and shoulders hard, his flared lats sloping down to the tight
waist – and that ass.

Bob lowered himself to his knees between the splayed legs.  He leaned
forward, gently pulled the ass cheeks apart and salivated at the sight of
the hole, surrounded by a dark fuzz of soft hair.  "Holy shit," he
murmured.  He lowered his head and gently licked the ass, savoring its
musky taste and smell.  His pushed his tongue into the hole and probed the
warm, damp membrane inside.

Adam was stirring now but not yet awake, still wallowing in erotic dreams
of the man like Superman.  He felt his ass getting wet, something probing
it but, in that common dream state, his body became limp, unable to move.
His arms upstretched, he dug his fingers into the sheet in a hopeless
attempt to drag himself away.  His body slumped ... he was helpless ... at
the mercy of ... surrendering his body ... to Bob.  He moaned in his sleep,
"Help me ... fuck me, sir ... fuck my ass ..."

Bob knelt upright, his cock hard as a rock at the sight of this rugged
alpha male, the ultimate top-man, spread-eagled on the ground, his body
flexing as he tried hopelessly to crawl away.  And the muscle-stud was
begging to get fucked ... that glorious white ass with the Speedo tan lines
waiting for another man's dick to push inside it.

Bob eased forward and clamped his hands over the tight waist, pinning it to
the ground.  Adam was now as helpless in reality as he was in his dream.
But suddenly his dream world was shattered by a searing pain in his ass.
Barley awake he screamed, "Aaagh ... no!" as he felt an iron rod driving in
and out of his ass like a piston.  "My ass," he screamed, "you're killing
my ass!  What the fuck's happening...?"

Suddenly the pain stopped, he felt himself being thrown over onto his back
and he was gazing up at the chiseled torso and intense face of the man from
his dreams.  "This is what's happening, stud."  Bob stroked his huge cock
in his fist.  "This, in your macho ass.  I'm gonna fuck you, man.  Sure,
you're every guy's wet dream of an alpha fuck-machine ... they line up to
get ploughed by your massive pole, but not this time, big guy.  This time
the big Aussie stud is gonna take it in the ass."

He grabbed Adam's legs behind the knees and pushed them back.  "Here it
comes, man."  He pressed the head of his cock against the hole and jerked
his hips forward, driving his shaft into the helpless ass, burying it deep.
Adam's head jerked backward with another scream, but instantly the pain
dissolved, replaced by a feeling of euphoria.

He gazed up at Bob's intense eyes, at the magnificent body pounding him,
and he pleaded, "Yeah, fuck me Bob ... hard ... I need it.  Aaah...!" as
the cock drove even deeper inside him.  He groaned, "Ever since I saw you
stuff your gorgeous cock inside your Speedos I knew what I wanted.  I
wanted it in my ass.  God you're a beautiful man.  Fuck me, Bob.  Fuck me
hard."

Bob released his legs and fell forward, pinning Adam's wrists to the ground
above his head.  Their faces inches apart, their eyes bored into each
other's as Bob's cock pounded Adam remorselessly.  "Man, it feels so good
to fuck the ass of a dominant top-man like you," Bob said.  "Your ass is so
fucking hot.  That body ... that face."  He leaned lower and their mouths
joined in a ravenous kiss.

Watching spellbound Nate pulled a ten-dollar bill from his pocket and gave
it to Kyle.  "You win the bet, guys.  I never thought I'd see my macho
master beg to get his ass fucked like that.  And he's loving it.  The boys
pulled their cocks from their shorts and stroked them hard as the
incredible fuck continued.

The kiss had finally ended and now the men locked eyes as Bob's body rose
and fell over Adam, the cords of his muscles flexing hard, gleaming in the
midday sun.  Bob smiled.  "Shit, as soon as you dropped your jeans this
morning and I saw your bubble butt straining under your Speedos I knew I
had to fuck it.  It looked so fucking hot.  Man it feels good ... my cock's
on fire ... I can't hold back much longer, buddy."

"Me neither," Adam groaned.  "Come on, man.  Really give it to me and let
me feel that hot jism gush inside me."  Bob grinned, "You got it, man."  He
knelt upright, grabbed Adam's ankles and pushed them high in the air.  With
that leverage he increased the tempo and the force, his hips pounding back
and forth, his rod jackhammering the Aussie's burning ass.  "That's it,
man," Adam yelled.  "Take it, man ... take my ass ... aagh ...!"  His body
shook and his cock exploded with cum that blasted up and slammed into Bob's
chest, just as Bob howled and his cock poured semen deep inside the
gorgeous man beneath him.

It was only a moment before Adam slid from under Bob, leapt to his feet and
used his foot to push Bob onto his back.  "It's not finished, man," he
said.  "This is not finished," grabbing his cock that was amazingly still
hard as steel.  "Tell me you want this in your ass, man.  Tell me."

"Yeah, fuck me, man.  That cock is so fucking gorgeous ... I want it in my
ass ... make me shoot another load."  Bob put his hands behind his knees
and pulled his legs back, exposing his ass to the man towering over him.
Adam fell to his knees, grabbed Bob's hips and in one ferocious move drove
his cock into Bob's ass.  Bob screamed with the sudden shock, but then
opened his eyes and stared up at the muscle-god gazing down at him, his
sculpted square-jawed features, his muscular, athletic physique, bronzed
down to the tan line at his waist.

"Oh man," Bob moaned, "you look so fucking hot, and you sure know how to
use that dick.  That's why you're a top-man, why everyone wants you to fuck
them.  Man, you fuck so good ...  you're gonna make me bust another load,
man.  Cum inside me, stud – let me feel your jizz in my ass."  Yelling
in triumph they shot yet another load of cum, one blasting up to Adam's
chest, the other flowing deep inside Bob.

Adam fell forward and they held each other tight, rolling over the ground
and laughing in the sheer joy of raw masculinity shared by two spectacular
men.

Kyle grinned at Nate and handed back his ten dollars.  "We all win, dude.
We're even ... our masters are even.  Come on, let's show our respects."

Bob and Adam had fallen exhausted onto their backs side by side, gazing up
at the sky, their breath still heaving.  Suddenly there came into their
field of vision three young faces gazing down at them.  The three shirtless
boys standing beside them moved in unison, unlacing their shorts, letting
them drop and stroking their stiff cocks.  They took it in turns to speak.

Nate: "Sirs, we want to thank you for making our plan a total success."
Kyle: "You gave us exactly what we wanted and much more."  Kevin: "You were
spectacular, sirs, and we're proud to be your boys."

"And now you're gonna take your reward," Bob grinned.

"Yes, sir," they said in unison.  The pumped their cocks harder and harder,
turned on by the incredible sight of two muscle-gods lying together, their
bodies gleaming with sweat and semen.  The boys tensed, they howled
ecstatically and three cocks exploded in a flood of semen that showered
down on their masters.  Laughter again rang round the garden, until Bob
jumped to his feet and said, "Jesus, we're a fucking mess.  Everyone
... into the pool."

The water churned and laughter rang out as they grabbed, groped and
wrestled each other.  But finally, tired out, they came to rest, propping
their arms on the edge of the pool side by side.  It was Nate who plucked
up the courage to ask Bob, "Sir, you've seen what our plan was and it
worked a treat.  But didn't you have a plan too?"

"Oh that," Bob laughed.  "That's for later.  Seems to me we've done
everything this morning ... or almost everything.  As I recall, the
pool-boys have not yet got their asses fucked.  Now I call that a complete
waste of three hot young asses, so we're gonna correct that.  After all, I
never knew a pool-boy who didn't want to get fucked in the ass.  But to
make it more interesting, we're gonna switch boys ... I get Nate and Adam
gets the twins.  And when we're finished ploughing you, we'll switch back
and start all over.  You ready for that?"

The boys grinned at each other and Kyle said, "Like you said, sir, there
isn't a pool-boy in the world who wouldn't want to get fucked in the ass by
men like you.  And we're no different."

*********************

While their boisterous weekend continued, the mood was more mellow in the
big truck barreling along the Angeles Crest Highway toward the mountains.
Pablo was in his favorite place, sitting between his hero Randy and his
faithful dog Billy, who was hanging his head out the window inhaling the
enticing smells in the air speeding past the truck.  Randy had a satisfied,
even smug, look on his face as he concentrated on the road, and Pablo was
... simply in heaven.

After a long silence Pablo smiled up at Randy.  "Good, ain't it, sir?"

"Yeah, kiddo – the best."  Another silence, then Randy took his eyes off
the road to glance at his boy.  "You know, Pablo, I brought you up here for
a reason other than fishing – and I don't mean sex."  He grinned.  "I
can have your ass any time and any place I want it."

"Yes, sir," said Pablo emphatically.

"You see," Randy continued, "I thought it was about time we cleared the air
between us, kinda got reacquainted.  Ever since my kid brother Ben appeared
out of nowhere your nose has been a bit out of joint.  I know it was tough
for you suddenly feeling you had to compete with my brother, a boy very
much like you.  Not that you ever complained to me."

"I didn't feel I should say anything, sir.  Didn't want to unload my
troubles on you."

"But that's just the point, boy.  You're becoming a man now and I'm raising
you to be like me – well, minus some of the anger, maybe.  When I feel
bad about something I don't bottle it up – I charge right in and say it.
I want you to be man enough to do that too, especially with me.  I love
you, boy, and when I had to break up that fight between you and Ben I hated
having to punish you both.

"Listen, kid, there's one thing I want you to remember.  You are my boy, my
number one boy, my adopted son, and I'm crazy about you.  That's why, in
the end, I gave way and didn't stand in the way of Ben becoming Jason's
boy.  Jason'll be good for him, and I hoped it would make you more secure,
make you feel less competitive toward him.  You understand that?"

"Yes, sir."  Randy grinned at him again.  "Good I'm glad we cleared that
up.  Now we can enjoy ourselves at the lake.  They drove on in silence,
feeling more comfortable with each other than ever.  Pablo casually reached
over and wedged his left hand between Randy's thighs.  It was not an
overtly sexual act, he just wanted to feel closer to his master.  But he
hadn't realized that Randy's cock ran down his right leg under his jeans,
and Pablo's fingers automatically curled round the huge bulge.

"Easy, kid," said Randy.  "I'm driving.  Save it for the lake."  Pablo
withdrew his hand but his own cock was already swelling and soon his
fingers were back round the bulge of Randy's cock, even stroking it lightly
as he felt it get hard.  "I said cool, it boy," Randy snapped.  "Go stroke
your dog, or something."

"Sorry, sir," Pablo said, with his familiar crooked, mischievous smile, and
without moving his hand.  "But I thought you liked it when I did that.
See, your cock's getting real hard."

It was true, Randy was feeling a familiar heat rising up his legs into his
balls.  "Goddamit, boy."  He slammed his hands down on the steering wheel
and wrenched it to one side, spinning the truck off the road and onto a
dirt track leading into the forest.  Startled, Pablo withdrew his hand and
sat with his hands folded demurely in his lap.  But it was too late –
Randy's blood was up – and flooding into his cock.  The truck screeched
to a halt under a stand of trees.  Randy jumped from the truck, strode
round the other side and yanked open Pablo's door.

"Out," he barked.  Billy leapt to the ground and Randy reached in and
pulled Pablo out by the scruff of his T-shirt.  He hauled him round to the
back of the truck, pulled down the tailgate and pulled himself up backwards
so he was sitting on the tailboard, leaning back against the rowboat tide
down on the flatbed.  Pablo was left standing, facing him, a bit scared by
Randy's sudden change of mood.  He watched as Randy yanked open his jeans
and pulled out his massive beer-can cock, hard as iron.

"You see this, boy?" he growled.  "You're responsible for this ... so now
you eat it."

"Yes, sir," Pablo said obediently and, resting his hands on the tailgate he
leaned forward and slid his mouth over the huge rod, swallowing it down his
throat with practiced efficiency.  Randy reached forward and clamped his
hands over his boy's head.  He pressed it down hard onto his cock, then
pulled it back and rammed it down again.  It was a savage face-fuck, the
kind that thrilled Pablo who swallowed hard, trying desperately not to
choke.  He knew his master's cock well having sucked it countless times, so
when he felt it shudder he braced himself for the sudden blast of semen
slamming down his throat.

"Nah!"  Randy pulled out his cock leaving the boy gasping.  "Not like that.
You got me all fired up, boy and you're gonna get the whole works.  Stand
up."  Pablo pushed himself back off the tailboard and stared into his
master's blazing eyes.  "Take the shirt off."  Instantly Pablo yanked his
shirt over his head and tossed it aside.  Randy was leaning back on one
elbow, stroking his cock with his free hand.  "Flex for me."

Pablo put on a show, posing like a professional, knowing what turned his
master on.  "Oh, yeah," Randy moaned, "yeah, that looks hot – you're
coming along just fine, kid.  Beautiful.  Now turn around – show me your
back."  Pablo obeyed, pressing his hands into his hips and flaring his
lats.  They were nicely ripped, but what had Randy's attention now was the
perfectly molded bulge in the shorts.  Intuitively Pablo put his hands in
his shorts' pockets and pulled them forward, stretching the fabric tight
over the mounds of his ass.

Randy stopped stroking his cock to prevent an orgasm.  "Drop the shorts."
Immediately Pablo complied and stood naked, his shorts round his ankles.
"Holy shit, that's an ass that could make grown men weep."  Randy jumped
down from the truck and ran his hands lovingly over the flawless white
globes.  "Hell, I remember when Mark and me first rescued you from those
thugs in the desert.  We both drooled when we saw that ass and I knew I had
to own it."

He pressed his cock against the boy and it slid upward, crushed between his
own stomach and the ass cheeks.  He moved it up and down against the crack
and moaned, "Man, my cock feels good.  It belongs in your ass.  You want
it, don't you boy?  You wanna take your master's pole in your ass?

"Yes, sir.  Please, sir.  Please fuck me, sir."

Randy spun him around and clamped his hands round his waist.  He lifted him
off the ground, held him up high and shouted, "You're mine, kiddo, my
number one boy – and I'm gonna fuck your gorgeous young ass."  His
muscles rippled as he held the boy, then threw him down on his back on a
patch of grass.  Billy, who been sitting quietly watching, half rose from
his haunches ready to spring to his master's defense.  But he sat down
again, a growl dying in his throat.  This was his master's master and he
knew he would not harm the boy.

Pablo pulled up his legs from behind his knees, offering his ass to the
swarthy King of the Gypsies.  "That's it, boy, show me your ass," Randy
said, pulling off his T-shirt and revealing his chiseled torso.  He dropped
to his knees and fell forward, supporting himself with his hands beside the
boy's head, his stiff rod touching the hole of his ass.  He smiled down at
Pablo.

"This is what you want kiddo – it's what you always want.  Here it
comes..."  He slammed his cock deep into the boy's ass and Pablo's mouth
opened in a soundless scream.  He was used to the pain, which dissolved in
an instant as soon as his master began hammering his ass.  He reached up
and ran his hands over the slabs of Randy's chest and, as the pounding
continued, he rolled his nipples in his fingers and started to squeeze them
hard.

"You little fucker," Randy grinned.  "OK, kid, you asked for it."  The fuck
was ferocious, and Pablo tried to inflict maximum pain in Randy's chest.
Their bodies were alive, on fire, as the pain and the passion intensified.
Pablo stared up into the steel blue eyes and groaned, "Sir, I can't ... I
can't ... aagh...!"  His cock blasted a ribbon of cum up so high it
splashed into Randy's face, just as Randy's cock exploded in his boy's ass.
Their bodies shuddered as their cocks kept pumping juice, but at last Randy
fell on top of his boy and kissed his face, his eyes and his mouth,
grinding their lips together ravenously.

Finally Randy pulled back, his eyes gleaming, and said, "Shit damn, I love
you, boy.  You're a sensational fuck ... you and Bob are the best."  Pablo
beamed with pride at being compared with the spectacular Bob.  "And that's
just the beginning, kiddo.  I'm gonna take you to the lake and we're gonna
do a whole lot of fishing and a whole lot of fucking.  I'm your master and
I'm gonna prove it.  Man, you don't know what I've got in store for you.
You ready?"

"Yes, sir, of course.  I'm the boss's boy, sir."

Randy hauled him up to his feet, Pablo pulled up his shorts and they both
stuffed their cocks back into their pants.  Randy led Pablo to the truck
and pushed him inside, then walked round and jumped in behind the wheel.

"Hey," Pablo said, "where's Billy?"  The dog had sat calmly watching the
whole show and now he was ambling around sniffing at the spot where Pablo
had lain and got fucked.  He lifted his leg and pissed long and hard on the
very spot.  Then he leapt into the truck beside Pablo.

As Randy turned the truck around he grinned.  "Never fails.  That damn dog
of yours always has to have the last word."

*********************

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 186


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