Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2018 21:57:39 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 400  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 400
By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 400 – "BURYING THE HATCHET"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The two macho bosses, Randy and Zack, have ended their feud and are once
more as close as brothers.  Behaving like two horny fuck-buddies on the
prowl, they focus on the blond gymnast Tommy, who ends up "living the
fantasy of getting double teamed by the rugged gypsy and the black
construction boss."  Their boys Pablo and Darius have a raunchy
reconciliation too.  "A mud fuck, dude – a first for us."
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************ In the previous chapter *************

The tribe had been rocked by the feud between the two construction bosses
– the dark, macho gypsy Randy, and the handsome black muscle-stud Zack.

The problem stemmed from Zack's need to be the boss of his own company.
Currently he and Randy were something like co-bosses on the construction
site, such close friends that they regarded each other as brothers.  But
they were both dominant alpha males with all the inherent rivalries that
implied – like dominant stags clashing horns in a battle for leadership
in a herd that could support only one.

But there was light at the end of the tunnel.  The central conflict had
been resolved by dividing the growing company into two – commercial
construction headed by Randy and residential construction with Zack as
boss.  The company board and all parties involved had agreed on the
arrangement, but that still left the simmering personal animosity between
Randy and Zack.

And that's where Doctor Steve came in.  He was the therapist for the tribe
(and Randy's brother) and his methods were notoriously unorthodox.  The two
rivals had reluctantly agreed to a therapy session with Steve, where the
doc had quickly analyzed the problem.

He realized that the fire that flared between them was ignited not only by
anger ... but by love, the deep brotherly love between two alpha males who
had worked side by side for years, who had a deep respect for each other's
strength, dominance ... and masculine beauty.

Their masculinity was the source not only of their macho rivalry but also
of their powerful sex drives – two sides of the same coin – and Steve
set out to use the latter to combat the former.  The men not only loved
each other, they lusted for each other.  And that was the chink in their
armor that Steve used now.

After gaining their confidence he persuaded them to kiss.  Hesitantly their
lips met but they pulled quickly away.  But their gaze remained intensely
fixed on each other.  "Fuck you, man," Randy said softly.  "Fuck you."
Their mouths came together again, tentatively at first, but building
quickly into a voracious kiss.

When at last they paused for breath they pulled away and Zack curled his
hands lightly round the back of Randy's neck.  He stared into the blue eyes
with a trace of a smile.  "And fuck you too, asshole." They pressed
together again, this time wildly, passionately, mouths churning against
each other.

And that's all it took.  Soon they were writhing together on the floor in a
welter of male lust making savage love to each other, the kind of love –
fraternal and sexual – that only men as alike as these could share.
Just before their explosive mutual orgasms they stared at each other with
moist eyes and Randy said, "I'm sorry, Zack."

"Me too, Randy ... water under the bridge?"

"Under the bridge and swept out on the tide, buddy.  Fuck, I love you, man.

Doctor Steve's intuition and unusual methods had been successful, and when
it was over he called in his house manager, the handsome young former
gymnast Tommy.  He inhaled sharply at the sight of the construction bosses
buckling their pants and pulling tank tops over their bare torsos.  To hide
his excitement he plumped the cushions and bent over to straighten the
carpet.

Steve saw the two men eyeing the gymnast's spectacular ass as he bent over,
and he said, "You know, guys, I think you could do with a few more hours of
rest and relaxation – a little more male bonding.  Can you join us for
lunch ...?"  He glanced at Tommy.  "... and dessert too?"

Randy and Zack exchanged grins and Zack said, "Thanks doc – sounds like
just what we need."

"Great.  Tommy, I know its short notice but do you think we could handle
two more for lunch?"

"Of course, sir," Tommy said, with a seductive smile at Randy and Zack."

"And, er, what are your plans for this afternoon, Tommy?"

"Well, as usual, sir, I planned to go to the gym downstairs and go through
my gymnastic routine as I always do.  Would you like me to cancel that,
sir?"

"No, no, not at all.  I was just wondering if you would mind Randy and Zack
coming down to watch.  It's such a stunning routine."

Tommy blushed and smiled. "Not at all, sir, I would be honored. I just hope
they won't be bored."

"Oh, I don't think there's any fear of that Tommy," Randy said.  "Thanks,
kid."

With one last smile Tommy went back to the kitchen and Zack said, "I gotta
hand it to you doc.  You do have a knack of giving your patients exactly
what they want."

"I aim to please, Zack.  And I do think you'll be pleased – and not
bored at all."


********************* CHAPTER 400 *********************

The two newly-reconciled bosses of the construction company, Randy and
Zack, were lying face down on chaises by the pool of Doctor Steve, the
tribe's therapist (and Randy's brother).

Steve had been instrumental in bringing the feuding friends together by
persuading them to make love (literally) and not war, using unorthodox
methods found in no psychotherapy manual ever printed.  As usual, his
way-outside-the-box approach had spectacular results.

After the men made wild, macho love Steve had prescribed a few more hours
of rest and relaxation to reinforce their reunion.  He invited them to stay
to lunch at his spacious house in the Hollywood Hills.  He gave them board
shorts and they were now lazing by the pool waiting for lunch while Steve
met with another patient in his study.

Randy and Zack's eager acceptance of Steve's invitation to stick around was
prompted not only by the prospect of a good meal but even more by the
object of their rapt attention right now – one of the finest asses they
had ever seen.  The house manager, Tommy, was busying himself setting the
table by the pool, with frequent sly glances in their direction when they
got naked and pulled on the shorts.

And now the two rugged alpha males returned the favor by watching him as he
walked around the pool deck arranging chairs round the table, then going
back and forth to the kitchen. Buoyed by their restored macho brotherhood
they behaved like two bragging red-blooded males.

Man," Zack said, "it's a good thing we're on our stomachs.  If I rolled
over on my back my dick would be like a tent pole in my shorts."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Randy grinned, "but I know
what you mean, buddy.  On a scale of one to ten how would you grade that
ass?"

"Ten – definitely a ten.  You?"

"Well, my Pablo's butt is a ten so I'd have to give this one a ten plus.
Look at the way it flexes under those pants – you can almost see the
dimples.  Damn the pants are tight."

"How do you get an ass like that anyway," Zack said.  "A million squats a
day in the gym?"

"Nah, Tommy used to be a competition ice skater before he turned to
gymnastics. All those jumps and landings.  Nothing like it for a granite
butt and thighs."

Tommy was wearing his usual house manager uniform of tight black pants and
a short matador jacket over a gray T-shirt.  `Course," Zack said, "you know
that uniform was designed by Steve's lover Lloyd.  As your architect he
knows something about structure and that matador jacket is cut short at the
back to end just above the ass.  The eye goes straight down to the butt.
Plus he's damn good at flaunting it too.  You think he knows we're talking
about him?"

"Duh!  He's putting on a show.  He's rearranged the silverware four or five
times already, bending over the table giving us a primo view.  That boy
knows just what he's doing, bro."

Randy smiled.  "Did I ever tell you that Bob and me met him when Bob took
me to that fancy hotel down the coast where `Thomas' was the assistant
manager?  He was all high and mighty then but I cut him down to size and he
told us he turned tricks in his spare time.  Mostly he showed off to some
of the older gentlemen guests while they jerked off looking at him."

"Hell, I don't just wanna rub one out looking at him, dude.  If I wanted
that I could cream my shorts right now just by grinding my nuts over this
chair.  Nah, I wanna give that ass the cock it deserves, and I ain't paying
for it."

"Ah cool it bro.  We get VIP passes to that butt.  Believe me, he wants us
even more than we want him.  At the hotel I did my big crude Texan act and
he acted all superior but I soon had him crawling across the room begging
for my dick in his ass.  Steve told me he still talks about it – best
fuck he's ever had, the boy says.  Hey, stand by, buddy – he's making
his move."

Tommy stood up from arranging the table.  He raised his hands to shield his
eyes from the sun and as he held his arms up his jacket lifted higher
giving the guys a view if his slim waist sloping down to the twin globes in
his pants.  "Damn he's good," Zack murmured.

Tommy wiped his hand over his brow, then walked over to the men on their
chaises. "Sirs, it's rather hot out here.  Do you mind if I remove my
jacket?  I know it's against protocol but ..."

"Fuck protocol." Zack growled.  "Take the shirt and pants off too if you
like, kid."

Tommy managed a blush.  "I don't think Steve would approve of that.  But
thank you sir."

He went back to the table and Randy grinned, "Huh, if I know my brother
Steve he wouldn't care if that young jock walked around butt naked all day.
Now watch this, buddy.  He's good at this."

Tommy elegantly shrugged off his jacket and caught it as it slid down his
back, in perfect runway model style and draped it over a chair back.  "Shit
damn," Zack said softly, staring at the tight, sheer T-shirt that displayed
the gymnast's sinewy muscles of his back and lats etched underneath.  Tommy
reached under a patio umbrella and pushed it up to open it.  As his arms
went higher the bottom of the T-shirt slid up out of his pants, showing a
few provocative inches of smooth flesh underneath.

When the umbrella locked in place Tommy raised another one with the same
skin-bearing effect, facing them this time.  Jeez," Zack groaned, "is that
a boner I see stretching down the leg of those tight pants."

"A big, beautiful boner, old buddy.  Told you he wants us – real bad."

Zack averted his eyes from Tommy and grinned at Randy, "Damn, I don't know
how much more of this I can take, man.  I am this close to running over
there, ripping his pants down, pushing him over the table and driving my
dick in that flawless ass."

Randy chuckled, "He'd probably love it but as the kid himself said,"
(mimicking Tommy) "`I don't think Steve would approve of that, sir'.  And
talking of `sir' here he comes now."

Steve came out of the house and had a quiet word with Tommy who went back
to the kitchen.  He came over to the men and smiled, "Sorry I took so long,
guys, my patient just left.  But I hope you were able to amuse yourselves
out here."

"Are you kidding, bro?  With that floor show you no doubt engineered?"

"Like I said, gentlemen, we aim to please."

Zack admitted, "We were a bit wicked about the kid, though Steve, talking
about him like he's a gorgeous hunk of beef."

"Which he is," Steve laughed merrily.  "And he knows it.  Nothing he likes
better than to show off his gorgeous body to a couple of hunky, handsome
men with big dicks.  I can't count the number of times Lloyd and I have sat
out here just like you and compared notes on the hot young athlete as he
walks around, ostensibly working, but really flaunting his body.

"But you ain't see nothin' yet.  You should watch him doing his gymnastic
routine in the gym downstairs.  Hope you have time to stick around for
that. Now I gotta go and help him get lunch on the table."

Randy sighed but there was a mischievous gleam in his eye.  "What do you
think, dude?  Can we spare the time to watch a young blond gymnast flex his
muscles in the gym – watch that butt flying through the air?  Steve says
he likes an audience."

Zack shrugged.  "Hmm, I dunno... be a shame to disappoint the kid.  What
the hell, I guess we can make the sacrifice."

They sputtered in a fit of giggles like two horny teenagers on the prowl.

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

Lunch was served under the shade of the umbrellas, and after serving it
Tommy joined them.  The men thought he looked rather smug, confident that
he would get to accommodate their cocks later.  Randy and Zack exchanged
conspiratorial glances that suggested they were not about to give in too
easily to his obvious desires.

Conversation flowed easily as Steve was skilled at making Tommy a relaxed
part of the foursome.  Randy asked him about his lover Danny, the chef and
house manager at the Grady House for the movie star Grady and his Italian
lover Mario.

"So how's it going with that hot pal of yours Danny?  You two still an
item."

"Absolutely, sir.  I mean, he is real busy running the house for Grady and
Mario, but we see each other most nights, either here or at the Grady
House."

"And, er, how about extra-curricular activities.  I mean, do you let each
other fool around with other guys?"

"Oh definitely, sir.  We have no problem with that – we decided that
right from the start.  Provided it's within the tribe, of course ... it was
you made that rule, sir.  Danny has sex up there, sometimes three-ways with
Grady and Mario, and I ..." he blushed "... well, you know ... me and Lloyd
and Steve."

"I get the picture," Randy grinned broadly and glanced at Zack.  "That's
good – real good.  Glad we go that settled."

Steve smiled to himself, feeling a wave of affection for his brother.  The
tough gypsy could be hot-headed, his anger flaring up out of nowhere, but
he never forgot the rules he had made for the tribe – which he too
observed.  One major priority was protecting and nurturing the boys. So
now, even though he and Zack clearly lusted for Tommy and his ass, Randy
was careful to clear the way by making sure he wouldn't spoil anything
between Tommy and Danny.

With that consideration out of the way Randy and Zack were eager to move on
– or rather move down to the gym.  Steve, sensitive as ever, realized
the direction the men's thoughts were taking and looked at his
watch. "Tommy, my next patient is due in a few minutes.  When you've let
him in and shown him into my office you can go down to the gym and start on
your usual gym routine.  You still OK if the guys come down to watch?"

"Absolutely, sir," he said, smiling seductively at Randy and Zack.  As if
on cue the gate buzzer sounded and Tommy got up and went inside.  Zack
said, "Hey, Steve, go and take care of your patient.  We'll clear the table
and then join the kid in the gym."

"Yeah," Steve smiled, "his tongue is hanging out waiting for you.  He
thinks he has totally seduced you by now."

"Well he has," Randy said, "but I'd never let him know that.  Mustn't give
him the upper hand.  Zack and me don't give in so easily as he'll find
out."

"Yeah, well you know your business, guys.  Just go easy on him.  He's a
real good kid."

"Oh we will," Zack said.  "We'll treat him real well – just like he
wants."

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

A short time later Randy and Zack were walking downstairs to the gym.
"Dude," Zack said, "I feel kinda nervous like a guy on his first date."

"Huh, you nervous?  That'll be the day.  That trembling you feel is your
dick quivering in your pants, buddy."  They opened the door to the gym and
Randy said softly, "Holy fucking shit."

Tommy was sitting on the floor mats warming up, legs stretched out, hand
reaching across to the opposite foot.  He usually wore a gymnast's leotard
but this time he was shirtless in blue, spandex thigh-length shorts.  While
they stood in the doorway watching, Tommy rolled over on his stomach,
braced his arms stiff on the floor, raised his shoulders high and arched
his back downwards, making his ass flex hard under the skin-tight shorts.

Zack grabbed Randy's shoulder as if to steady himself.  "Oh fuck, man.  I
swear you're gonna have to tie me down or I'll jump his bones right now."

"Shut the fuck up, bro, or he'll lose his concentration – and I'll lose
mine.  Just sit here and watch.  They sat in chairs side by side against
the wall as Tommy neared the end of his graphic limbering up and stretching
routine, his flawless physique gleaming under the carefully positioned
spotlights in the ceiling.

"Damn," Randy groaned, "if this is his idea of foreplay, gimme more."

But it came to a sudden end as the young athlete sprang to his feet, jumped
up and grabbed the gymnastic rings swinging from ropes above him.  The men
watched slack-jawed as the lithe body twisted, strained and flexed in a
series of breathtakingly sexual gymnastic gyrations.  Tommy switched to the
pommel horse, the parallel bars and mat exercises until the men were dazed
with admiration and lust.

They were both rubbing the bulges in their board shorts.  Several times
when Zack ground his bulge hard and fast Randy had to grab his wrist and
pull his hands off.  "You don't wanna spill your jizz in your pants, stud,"
Randy hissed.  "Save it for that primo ass you see before you."

So they managed to avoid creaming their shorts throughout the routine that
ended when Tommy jumped down to the floor, nailed the landing perfectly and
raised his arms triumphantly in the air.  He smiled, breathing heavily, his
pumped muscles gleaming with sweat.  "Fucking gorgeous," Randy said as they
applauded.

"Beautiful, Tommy," Zack said.  "So is that it?  Is that all you got to
show us?"

"Well, sir, I usually do a cool-down stretch ... like this."  He faced away
from them, bent down elegantly and grabbed his toes, pushing his ass up
level with their faces.  Randy gulped, then grinned at Zack.  "Well I guess
that's it, bro – end of show.  We better be making a move."

They stood up to leave and Tommy looked up startled.  "There's ... there's
nothing else you want, sir?"

Randy chuckled.  "Well sure, we both wanna shove our dicks in your ass, and
of course you know that, don't you Tommy?  But I think that's something
else Steve wouldn't approve of."

"Oh he wouldn't mind at all sir," Tommy said with an edge of desperation,
"I know he wouldn't."

"So what about you Tommy?  Would you mind getting butt fucked by two rough
construction workers?"

"Not at all, sir.  I mean ... I would like it, sir.  I mean ... please,
sir."

"Hmm, what d'ya think, Zack?  Yes?  No?"

"Depends," Zack shrugged.  "Let's see.  Turn around, boy, and lose the
shorts."

With all the grace of a seasoned stripper Tommy turned his back to them,
ran is hands over his flexed butt, then pushed his fingers under the
waistband of the shorts and slowly pushed them down, clear of the waist,
then over his ass and down his thighs until the shorts fell to the floor.

Zack opened his eyes and mouth wide, grabbed Randy's arm and croaked, "Aaah
... catch me, dude, I'm falling ..." as he gazed at the solid white globes
that rose up from the tan-line at his waist and curved under to the
tan-line at the top of his thighs.

Tommy saw the men's reaction in the mirror, turned round and smiled, "I
knew you really wanted my ass all the time."

That touch or arrogance pushed all the wrong buttons in Randy and he
snarled, "Listen, boy, "I'll tell you what we want, how we want it and
when.  You gotta lose that uppity tone, kid.  Right, I wanna see how bad
you want it.  Get back over there, on your stomach and ask politely."

"Yes, sir, sorry sir."  The subdued jock walked across the room and did as
ordered.  He knew exactly what Randy wanted – he had made him do this
that first time in the hotel.  Slowly he crawled forward on his stomach,
flexing his ass as he clawed his way across the gym.  "Please, sirs, please
fuck my ass.  I want it so bad sirs."

"That's better," Randy growled.  "OK, kid, that's far enough.  On your
feet.  Hold onto those rings."  Tommy stood up, reached up high and grabbed
the gymnastic rings, his feet still on the floor – a handsome blond
athlete, his naked body stretched upward, waiting to get fucked.

He stared at the rugged gypsy and the black musclehunk, shirtless in board
shorts, and his cock sprang up rock hard as they checked him out.  They
walked behind him and Randy cupped a hand over his ass and squeezed.  He
slapped it a couple of times and watched the white flesh bounce under the
blows.  "Yeah, I reckon he'll do buddy.  I'll go first."

"The hell you will," Zack said.  "He's mine."

"Fuck you, man.  OK, we'll toss for it."  They stood in front of Tommy,
Randy pulled a coin from his shorts pocket and tossed it.  "Heads," Zack
said as it spun in the air and dropped to the floor.  They looked down and
Randy said triumphantly "Tails!"

"Best of three," Zack said.  They were taking their time on purpose,
teasing Tommy and making him writhe in anticipation.  With two men using a
coin toss to see who would fuck him first Tommy felt like a cheap hustler
– and the feeling turned him on like crazy.  The second toss went to
Zack – tied, one each.  Tommy held his breath, the coin spun for the
third time, Zack yelled "Heads."  Then "Heads it is!  I win."

"Best of five?" Randy grinned.

"No fucking way, man.  This jock's ass is mine."

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

Zack dropped his shorts and stood in front of Tommy, who was driven crazy
with lust for the naked black musclehunk with the chiseled features and
shaved head, stroking his massive cock.  Zack picked up a jar of lube from
the floor, lubed his cock and stood behind Tommy.  He grabbed his waist and
stared down at the flawless ass.

"Dammit, boy, that ass is screaming to get fucked.  Your gorgeous white ass
and my big black cock – a perfect match.  Brace yourself, stud."  He
pushed the head of his cock between the flexed ass cheeks and slid it
slowly into the velvet warmth, deeper and deeper until it came to rest
against the inner sphincter.

The gymnast moaned with pleasure tinged with initial pain and Zack said,
"Relax, kid, I ain't gonna hurt you.  Look in that mirror to the side –
that'll take away all the pain."

He was right.  Tommy saw in the mirror the stunning sight of Zack's long
black rod sliding in and out of his ass.  He watched it and felt it, and
the warmth that flooded his body took away all the pain and left only
ecstasy.

He closed his eyes and threw his head back, allowing himself to drift into
a world of sensual bliss.  He sighed softly, "Fuck me, sir ... fuck me ..."
He opened his eyes and found himself staring at Randy as he repeated,
"Please fuck me, sir."  He stared into the dark gypsy's hypnotic blue eyes
and experienced the strange exhilaration of begging Randy while feeling
Zack's dick in his ass.  He was getting fucked by one man's eyes and the
other man's cock.

Zack smiled at Randy over Tommy's shoulder.  "This is fucking special, man.
God, his ass is beautiful.  You gotta try this, bro."  As Tommy watched
spellbound Randy dropped his board shorts.  Still gripping the rings tight
above him Tommy stared at the naked construction worker's hard-muscled body
and the long, thick shaft that sprang up hard as steel out of his black
pubic hair, pointing straight at him.

Randy's rugged, stubbled face broke into a gleaming smile as he came close,
wrapped his hands behind Tommy's head and kissed him hard on the lips.  The
boy writhed and moaned loudly but Randy pulled back and said, "Don't cum
yet, boy, not till I say you can.  Shit you look gorgeous.  Remember that
first time when I fucked you in the hotel room?"

"Yes, sir, I'll never forget it ... I jerk off thinking about you inside
me, sir."

"Good boy, and you're gonna feel it again when my buddy's finished with
you."  He flashed a smile.  "You know we've been playing with you don't
you, Tommy.  And you love that, right?"

A faint smiled crossed Tommy's face.  "Yes sir, I do.  I would do anything
for you and Zack, sir."

"That's what I want to hear, kiddo."  Randy pressed his naked body against
Tommy's and kissed him again, sending the young athlete soaring in flights
of euphoria, trapped between one man grinding against him while the other
repeatedly drove his cock in his ass.

It was Randy, now, who had to suppress his own imminent orgasm so he pulled
away and said, "OK, buddy, you've had enough for now – let me have a
crack at that gorgeous ass, man."

Zack reluctantly pulled out and Randy said, "OK boy, I want you on your
back."  Tommy let go of the rings and scrambled to the floor, where he lay
on his back, hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back,
offering his ass to the swarthy gypsy towering over him.

Zack grinned, "Looks like he's all yours, bro.  This I wanna see."  He
stood back, wrapped his fist round his cock and stroked it slowly as Randy
knelt behind the handsome young gymnast and pushed his cock in his ass that
had been left lubed and ready by his buddy.

Tommy breathed heavily as he stared up at the gypsy's dark, chiseled
features and long black hair.  "That's what you jerk off to, eh Tommy?  And
as I recall, you like it rough, don't you?"

"Yes please, sir."

"OK, kid, you got it."  Randy's eyes flashed and he ramped up the speed and
force of his dick in one of his legendary, savage fucks, pile-driving his
shaft deep in the athlete's spectacular ass.  It was what Tommy dreamed
about and he yelled as he reached up and clawed at Randy's chest, digging
his fingers hard into the slabs of his pecs.

Randy was impressed by how much the young jock could take but he always
knew when a man reached his limit.  He saw pain return to the boy's eyes
and he slowed down to the point where he was gently massaging the soft
membrane of his ass.  "OK, let's make it easy on you, kid."

Randy pulled out and lay on his back on the floor beside him stroking his
cock.  I wanna see you ride this, boy."

Tommy's eyes gleamed.  "Yes sir.  Thank you, sir."

In seconds the naked gymnast was kneeling astride Randy's chest.  He
reached behind him, guided the thick cock between his ass cheeks and sat
down on it, letting it sink in deep.  Randy moaned, reached up and stroked
the lithe, sculpted body rising and falling above him.  "You really are a
beautiful man, Tommy.  Now ride you master's cock ... fuck it with your
ass, boy."

As the boy obeyed Randy deliberately asked a trick question.  "So, you've
had us both now, Tommy.  Who do you want to cum inside you first?  Who do
you want most?"

Tommy frowned in confusion.  "I ... I couldn't choose, sir.  You're both so
great ... like, I want you both, sir."

Randy grinned rakishly at Zack.  "You hear that, Zack?  That's your cue,
bro."

"About time too."  Zack knelt behind Randy who made Tommy lean forward and
press his hands on Randy's chest.  Zack lubed his cock some more and edged
closer so the tip of his cock was pressing against Tommy's hole, already
filled by Randy's.

Startled, Tommy realized what was happening.  "No, sir, I can't.  When I
said both just now I didn't mean ..."

"Hey, cool it Tommy," Randy said.  "We never make any guy do something he
don't want, so if you look at me and tell me you don't want to get
double-teamed by two construction workers ..."

Tommy gazed into Randy's hypnotic pale blue eyes and, like so many men
before him, was mesmerized.  "I ... I do want it, sir.  I want it a lot,
but ..."

"OK, no buts.  I promised Steve we'd take care of you and we will.  Now
concentrate on my eyes, relax and tell Zack to stop at any time."

But Tommy never did say stop.  Transfixed by Randy's steady gaze he
breathed deeply, relaxed and felt the incredible sensation of Zack's cock
easing slowly inside him on top of Randy's.  He moaned softly, "Don't stop
... aaah ... oh yeah ..."

Randy smiled up at him.  "Good boy.  You're beautiful, Tommy.  Try to
move."  Tommy rose up slightly, then eased back down on both cocks.  The
fiery sensation in his ass flared through his body as felt the long shafts
sliding against each other inside him.  He looked down at the blue-eyed
gypsy, then in the mirror at the rugged black face over his shoulder.  In a
euphoric daze he was living the fantasy of getting fucked by both
construction workers at the same time!

Randy knew that Tommy couldn't take it for long, even though he was in a
state of ecstasy, so he said gently, "You want us to cum inside you while
you shoot your load all over me, Tommy?"

"Yes please, sir.  It feels so good I can't hold back."

"OK Zack," Randy said.  "We're back together, big guy, a team, so let's
give this hot young jock what he wants.  You ready?"

"Ready when you are, bro.  Oh shit, this feels incredible ... fuck, here it
comes man.  Yeaaah!"  The howls of all three men bounced off the walls as
Tommy's ass was flooded with the pent up juices of both construction bosses
and his own semen erupted and splashed over the gypsy's heaving chest.

It took a while for their cocks to drain, but knowing the boy might panic
after his orgasm, the two men eased slowly and gently out of his ass and,
when he regained his breath, they both helped him to his feet.  They held
him while he got his balance and Zack said, "You OK, Tommy?"

Tommy's eyes sparkled.  "I feel ... I feel awesome, sir.  That was the best
climax I ever had."

"It was perfect for us too," Zack said.  "When we came up here today Randy
and me were not speaking – we were enemies.  Steve took care of that, we
made love and made up.  But what you gave us, kid, was something special
that brought us closer together than we ever felt before.  Double-teaming a
beautiful man like you was exactly what we needed, Tommy, and we thank you
for that."

Tommy's self-confidence was fully restored and he smiled with the slightest
hint of arrogance.  "Well, sir, as Steve has said so often – we aim to
please, sirs."

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

Steve had heard the howls of euphoria from the basement and guessed that
Tommy had lived up to the men's expectations in every way.  He prided
himself that the prolonged therapy he had arranged for Randy and Zack has
been a resounding success, judging by the difference between the surly
rivals who had arrived here and the glowing friends who now took their
leave.

As Steve and Tommy watched them leave Steve smiled.  "Well done, Tommy.
You gave them just what they needed."

"The pleasure was all mine, sir."

"You know, it's only Lloyd and me this evening so why don't you take the
night off?  Go over and help your friend Danny with dinner at the Grady
House and spend the night with him.  I'm sure you have a lot to tell him.
And, er, be prepared for Darius.  When word gets around he will no doubt
insist on you `spilling all the beans' as he puts it, and on camera.  I
feel sure he will classify this story as `one for the archives'.

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

And so the saga of the rivalry between the two construction company bosses,
Randy and Zack, was brought to a happy ending.  Well, almost.  There was
still one fence left to mend.

Their boys, Pablo and Darius, mirrored their masters.  Most of the other
boys copied their own masters too, but Pablo and Darius were at the extreme
end of the mirror spectrum.

Pablo had idolized Randy since the long-ago day when Randy had rescued him
from the tyranny of the thuggish Baxter brothers in their run-down desert
gas station, and Randy had eventually adopted him as his son.  Darius and
Zack were both alpha black males, the boy a junior version of his master,
both of them identical at work, shirtless in black jeans and boots.

Darius had been the first person to join Randy and Bob when they were still
just a couple, before the tribe came about.  Pablo came a bit later when
Randy had rescued him, and almost from that day the two boys had become
lovers – and still were.

They had their own apartment in the compound and were soul-mate close, like
brothers – brothers who fucked a lot.  Pablo's ass was spectacular and
so was Darius's ten-inch cock – as Darius described it, a match made in
heaven.

And they both worked on the same construction site, Darius as a young
foreman, Pablo as the chief mechanic, taking care of all the trucks and
heavy equipment they used.  They were an impressive sight.  Darius, the
confident muscular black stud strode around shirtless, usually with a
roguish smile on his handsome face.  Pablo, more serious to match Randy's
toughness, was the rugged young mestizo, with his square jaw, high
cheekbones, his bare muscled chest streaked with oil.

Even though they were lovers, joined at the hip, their first loyalty was to
their masters, and when their masters became rivals so did the boys.  In
the current drama they had watched Randy and Zack fight savagely in the
derelict building adjacent to the work site, and Pablo had seen his hero
beaten and humiliated by Zack, then butt-fucked as he lay in the mud.

As Darius had approached Pablo bending over the beaten mud-caked Randy,
Pablo growled, "Back off, man, don't you touch him.  We're done, dude.
After this, you and me, we're done."

Randy and Zack had since reconciled, thanks to Steve and Tommy, but the
boys were still barely speaking and Pablo nursed the bruising memory of
seeing Darius's man thrash Randy.  That was a bitter pill to swallow hard
to forgive, so the animosity was mostly on Pablo's side.  Darius wanted to
heal the breach but his pride would not allow him to make the first move.

When the feud between the men was over and everyone resumed work the icy
distance that remained between the two young men was obvious, especially to
young Ben, Pablo's assistant mechanic and Randy's kid brother.  Ben kept
his head down when there was trouble, but he knew that, just as the
situation between Randy and Zack had been a powder keg ready to ignite, the
tension between the boys was just waiting for the animosity to reach its
flashpoint.

And it didn't take much.  Pablo had been making barbed comments to Darius
whenever their paths crossed at work and the crunch came over a truck that
Pablo and Ben were struggling to fix.  Darius, under pressure from Randy,
strode over to Pablo and said, "What the fuck's taking so long here, man?
We've got a load of trash to haul and we need this truck pronto."

Darius's tone lit the spark that had been smoldering in Pablo.  He raised
his head from under the truck's hood and his eyes blazed, with the same
flash of anger Randy had so often.  "Look, asshole, you don't know fuck
about mechanics so why don't you just keep your big nose out of it and
leave it to us.  You'll have your truck when we're good and fucking ready."

"Fuck you, boy," Darius flared.  "This ain't about the truck, is it?  This
is about you and me – or more exactly about Randy and Zack and the way
my man beat yours to a pulp."

Pablo straightened up and faced Darius.  "That was a fluke and you know it.
Zack fought dirty.  Randy could drop him anytime he wanted, just as I could
beat you."

"Oh yeah? Darius snarled.  "You wanna take this next door, asshole, and
prove it?"

Ben flinched but knew better than to interfere with these senior boys.
Instead he followed them at a distance as they stormed off the site and
into the same empty, derelict building, wet with mud, where Randy and Zack
had fought.  Ben watched nervously from the doorway as the two jocks
squared off.

Pablo held his arms out to the sides and taunted.  "OK, big guy, you wanna
take the first pop?  Let's see what you got."

But the truth was that neither of them wanted to fight.  The angry rivalry
between Randy and Zack had been deep rooted and real, but these two were
really only reacting to their masters' quarrel.  They did not harbor any
personal animosity to each other, only in the sense that they were
defending their masters' honor.

As Darius hesitated Pablo snarled, "See, you're chicken, I always knew when
things got rough you were a wimp."

"Fuck, you man, you're really asking for it, you know that?  OK,
mother-fucker, you got it."

"No!  Please wait guys."  Ben was running toward them.  "Please, guys,
don't do this.  You don't hate each other, you love each other, everyone
knows that.  I've always admired you for that so ... please, guys ..."

Both senior boys loved the shy young gypsy and his obvious distress hurt
them.  Darius realized he had to make the first move.  "OK, I'll give you
this, dude.  Maybe it wasn't entirely a fair fight.  That knee to Randy's
balls was kind've a low blow – literally.  Maybe he shouldn't a' done
that."

"Dammit, man, I don't need you to make excuses for Randy.  Him and me we
can take care of ourselves, always have."

"All's I'm saying, dude, is that those two guys are equally matched.  The
fight could have easily gone the other way.  After all, Randy's the guy who
started this whole operation, all on his own."

Pablo stared at him, his anger starting to melt.  "I don't need your pity,
dude.  What is this anyway?  You're just trying to humor me."

"Well somebody has to," Darius grinned.  "You're sense of humor flew out
the window days ago."  Pablo sputtered, stifling a smile.  Darius could
always make him laugh.  "Dammit," Darius said, "you're stubborn as a mule.
You're the image of your dad."

"Yeah well, I am that – always have been," Pablo said with more than a
touch of pride.

"Jesus, dude, you love it when anyone compares you with Randy.  That's all
you care about, copying Randy in everything he does – arguing, fighting,
throwing your weight around.  Well here's a newsflash, kiddo.  Randy and
Zack made their peace the other day up at Steve's place.  They made love,
Randy fucked Zack and now they're closer than ever.  Why don't you try
copying that?"

Pablo shrugged.  "Maybe ... I guess ..."

"Look. D'you wanna get your own back by fucking me like Randy fucked Zack
up at Steve's?"

"I s'pose.  Except ... dude, if you want the truth ..."  Pablo's crooked
grin was back.  "... I've kinda missed a certain ten-inch black dick in my
ass."

"You mean your lover's dick.  Me, your lover, like we've been for years.
Dude, I love the hell out of you, and I love your gorgeous ass.  So if
that's all it takes, why didn't you say so?"  He grinned playfully.  "Get
down in the mud where you belong, boy."

Pablo got down on the ground and lay on his back.  Darius stared down at
the hot muscular mechanic with his chiseled Mestizo looks, stripped to the
waist in jeans, lying in the slimy mud.  "Holy shit, that looks so fucking
hot.  Look what you do to me, man."  Darius ran his hand down the tubular
shape in his jeans running from his crotch halfway down to his knee.  "This
what you want, big guy?  This what you missed?  My rod up that sweet ass of
yours?"  He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his huge, hard club.

Pablo gazed wide-eyed at the cock he knew and had taken in his ass so
often, but he clung to his last scraps of macho defiance and growled,
"Yeah, OK, I'll let you do it."

"Say please."

"Fuck you."

"Close enough," Darius grinned as he bent down, ripped open Pablo's jeans
and pulled them down to his boots.  He knelt behind him and said, "Hmm, no
lube, only this."  He scooped up a handful of slimy mud and spread it over
his cock.  "A mud fuck, dude.  That's a first for us – just when you
thought there were no firsts left."

"Shut up and fuck, asshole."

"You know, dude, for a man who's about to take ten black inches up his ass
you sure are an arrogant son of a bitch.  But I can always tame you –
I've got the equipment."  He smiled up at Ben who was watching in awe.
"Ben, my boy, watch carefully cos this is how one alpha stud tames
another."

Darius pushed Pablo's legs back and pressed his cock against his hole.  He
looked down at his own cock and said, "Here we go – home at last."
Smiling at Pablo he eased his cock inside him, inch by inch by ... until
there were ten.

Pablo's head rolled from side to side and he moaned, "Oh fuck ... you feel
so good.  I love you man.  I'm sorry I bad-mouthed you, Darius.  I was just
..."

"Yeah, yeah well let's just flush all that down the drain, eh?  Less
fighting more fucking.  Hey, remember that time you ordered turkey in a
restaurant and the waiter said, `What's your preference, sir, white meat or
dark meat?' and we fell about choking with laughter?  Well, dude, I have a
question too."  He mimicked the waiter. "`What's your preference, sir,
sweet or spicy?"

Pablo laughed, which made him reflexively clench his ass muscles painfully
round the cock deep inside him.  "Ouch!" he groaned.  "No, dude.  Spicy is
good, but this time I want it nice and sweet.  I wanna make love, Darius."

And so they did.  Standing over them Ben watched mesmerized as the long
black shaft pushed slowly into the flawless white ass, pulled slowly out,
paused, then slid back in.  Ben's two friends, lovers from way back, were
making peace by making love.  It was a bit like watching Randy and Zack
grappling in the mud a few days ago, except that for once their boys were
not exactly copying their masters.  They were fucking in the mud, not
fighting.

Darius leaned forward and braced his hands on the young mechanic's chest as
Pablo reached up and ran muddy hands over Darius's pecs.  "Dude, we should
do it like this more often," Pablo said.  "I read once that hippopotamuses
like wallowing in mud and now I know why."

"Hey asshole, you comparing me to a hippo?"

"Not exactly, but your dick probably resembles theirs."

"Well I gotta tell you, kid, this hippo dick is about to pour hippo juice
in your ass.  You ready for the big finish, dude?"

Pablo laughed, "OK, bring it home, baby."

Darius accelerated the speed of the piston in Pablo's ass yelling, "Look at
me man.  This is wild – a fucking juice jockey pumping jizz in a
mechanic's hot ass."

"So fill me up, big guy ... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh!"
Darius watched Pablo's cock blast a stream of cum that mixed with the mud
and grease on his chest, an image so wild that Darius's cock erupted in his
lover's ass.

His breath heaving Darius stared down at Pablo and grinned, "Are we back,
buddy?"

"Better than ever, bro."

Just then they heard a groan above them and felt Ben's cum splashing down
on them.  Darius looked up at Ben holding his dripping cock.  "I had to,
guys.  That's the hottest thing I ever saw."

Darius laughed, "Trouble with you, kiddo, is you lead a sheltered life.
You gotta get out more."

They couldn't know it then, but that's exactly what Ben would be doing in a
few days' time.

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

Upheavals in the tribe followed a predictable pattern – eruption, fight,
brooding, reconciliation ... and celebration.  And this time was no
exception.  This battle between Randy and Zack had been a serious
existential one that threatened the very survival of the tribe, so Bob now
decreed that the celebration would be correspondingly festive.

He made calls to all the other houses and everyone was enthusiastic. Then
he consulted the twins.  "Guys, could you call Tommy at Steve's house and
Danny at the Grady House and recruit them to help you for the day?  It'll
be a big crowd, so do think you can handle it?"

"Duh!"  They gave him a withering look and Kyle said, "Have you ever known
an event we couldn't handle, sir?  It's what we do ... we're the experts."

"I guess that puts me in my place," Bob smiled.  "Sorry I asked, guys."
They hugged him and Kevin said, "We're so happy about this, sir.  A
celebration is just what the tribe needs, `cos this time was real scary."
That sentiment was shared by most of the two dozen men of the tribe who
gathered at the house ready to party.

Everyone came – the Aussies Adam and Nate from next door; Grady, Mario
and young Brian from the Grady House; Steve and Lloyd from their house in
the hills; Hassan and Eddie too.

Pete and Brandon came from their bungalow; Jason and Ben from their house
in the Arroyo; the leathermen, including Miguel, from Zack's house.

And of course the group from the main house here, which included Uncle Mike
and Larry who had chosen to extend their stay in town.  "Wouldn't miss this
one for the world," Mike said.

The twins and Danny cooked up a storm and Tommy had the help of the junior
boys in setting the whole thing up.  Darius as usual roamed with his
camera, filming the big event `for prosperity' as he always said.  The
outdoor table was huge, with Randy sitting at the top, Bob and Mark on his
right and Zack on his left.

It was a predictably raucous group and before everyone got too drunk Randy
stood and called for silence, not with a spoon tap but with an inelegant
yell – "Hey, listen up guys."

All eyes turned to him, the leader and founder of the tribe with
Bob. "Guys, no big speeches today, but I thank you all for coming and I
just wanna say I'm real sorry for the mess I made of the last few days."
He shrugged and grinned.  "Seems like I've made this same speech a whole
lot over the years."  That was greeted with boisterous laughter and shouts
of agreement.

He grinned, "Well you don't have to agree so loud, assholes.  No, but
seriously, guys, this time it was real bad and, in front of you all, I want
to apologize to my buddy Zack here for being a total asshole to him."  More
cheers.

"But I'm happy to say that we've buried the hatchet – and not in each
other, though that was a distinct possibility for a while.  And we've split
the construction company in two. I will be the boss of one company and Zack
of the other, something that is long overdue for Zack.  That plan is known
as the Brandon Solution – thank you Brandon.  He raised his glass to
Brandon who blushed deeply, sitting next to Pete who put his arm round him.

"Thanks to me things were a big mess for a while, but it did prove that the
tribe is bigger and stronger than any fuckups I or anyone else can make.
Which brings me to one last thing ..."

Randy cleared his throat.  "You all know that Darius – the hunk over
there with the camera – has taken on the role of historian of the tribe.
He knows what's going on all the time, gets a lot of it on camera and keeps
kind of a journal of all the events.  And he came up with an interesting
fact the other day.

"He went back to the beginning of his notes, and worked out the date when
Bob and I first met in that sleazy beer bar at the ratty end of Hollywood
Boulevard.  It was just over seven and a half years ago and, well, the rest
is history – a history recorded in detail by Darius.  But here's the
thing.  Darius mentioned it to Brandon, our resident mathematician, and he
came up with a strange and fascinating fact.  That date, seven and a half
years ago, is exactly four hundred weeks ago to this day."

More cheers, and more blushes from Brandon.

"That's quite a milestone, guys – four hundred weeks since Bob and I met
– four hundred weeks and counting.  Which brings me to my question for
our historian.  And counting what, Darius?  How many more weeks?  What do
you think, buddy?"

Darius lowered his camera and grinned. "Hey, who's counting?  I'm not. As
far as I'm concerned it can go on forever ... no end in sight, I hope.
Guys, as long as you go on making history, I'll be here to write it all
down.  Though god knows if anyone will wanna keep reading it," he laughed.

Bob stood up next to Randy and said, "Well all I can say is that what Randy
and I have is eternal.  And I hope you guys will stick around to share it
with us."  He looked into Randy's eyes and they fell into each other's arms
with a long passionate kiss.

The crowd stood up as one and gave them a standing ovation.  Darius filmed
it all, of course, and when he eventually lowered his camera he shouted.
"That's not a wrap, guys, `cos there is no wrap.  Here's to week
Four-Hundred-and-One!"

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

Later in the afternoon, after the meal was over, the energy and the noise
were still high as men and their boys swam in the pool or lazed around in
groups reminiscing on scenes from the past.  But some of the conversations
looked to the future, including two that Bob had that soon led to a new
course of action, or a new story as Darius would have said with an eye to
the archives.

Bob was sitting gossiping with the twins when Pablo joined them.  Everyone
spoke freely before the twins.  They had a kind of exalted status as Bob's
boys and it was known that he shared everything with them.

"Sir," Pablo said, "could I ask you about Tyler?  See, he's doing real well
and I really love the kid.  But he's always with me and tries to be like
me, like I copy Randy.  That's all well and good but it's kinda limiting
for him.  You're always saying that we should teach our boys new stuff –
broaden their horizons I think you call it.  Well, Tyler can learn only so
much from me.  I'd like him to see other sides of life.  I'd like him to
develop as a kind of cross between you and Randy, if you know what I mean."

"I think I do, Pablo," Bob said, "but how can I help?"

"Well, sir, I was always in Randy's shadow and loved it, but you took me
out of that sometimes and helped me see – what did you call it – the
finer things of life?"

"Ah, I get it.  Well sure, let me give it some thought, Pablo, and I'll see
what I can do."

After Pablo left Bob was discussing the issue with the twins when a second
request came, with some similarities to Pablo's.  This time it was the
fireman Jason who sat down and said, "Bob, I have a favor to ask you `cos
I'm uneasy about something.  You know those fires burning north of here in
Ventura?  Well word is that my fire company is gonna be deployed up there
to assist, probably for at least a week judging by how the Santa Ana winds
are picking up again.

"Anyway, my boy Ben always gets anxious when I'm away like that, and I
don't like the thought of him brooding alone in my house.  He thinks the
world of you, and he is Randy's kid brother, so I was wondering if ..."

"... if I could keep an eye on him?  Of course I can, Jason.  I really
admire the work you guys do in those endless fires and it's the least I can
do to take Ben's mind off it.  He can come and stay here, of course, and
I'll try to find something to distract him."

"Phew, that's a relief, Bob, thanks a million."  Jason grinned, "And maybe
some of that classy thing you have will rub off on Ben.  Living with me he
don't get out much and he's still pretty much the wild, shy young gypsy I
fell in love with."

"Well," Bob chuckled, "I can't promise a transformation and I don't think
you want that, but a little polish goes a long way, so leave it with me,
Jason, and I'll come up with something.  And take care of yourself up
there, buddy.  We want you back as healthy and handsome as you are now."

After Jason went to join another group of guys Bob was pensive and the
twins smiled at each other.  "You're plotting something aren't you sir?"
Kyle asked.

"Well, not exactly a plot, kiddo, but I was churning something over.
Remember what I did when I wanted to take the grubby construction worker
out of Randy for a while and spruce him up a bit ... show him the finer
things of life?"

"Of course, sir," Kevin said.  "You took him to the Ritz Carlton down the
coast near Laguna Beach.  Actually, Mark did the same thing with Jamie to
give him a taste of the good life."

"Exactly.  So here's what I'm thinking.  It's time I gave you both a treat,
especially after all your hard work catering this party.  You don't get
much time off.  So, run this idea up the flagpole.  I take you two down to
the hotel for a few days – and we bring Tyler and Ben with us?  You
know, get them out of those grubby old clothes, dress them up a bit, teach
them some table manners.

"Of course we'd have fun too.  I know those kids are as horny as their
masters, can't go for long without sex, so we can help them out with that
too.  Tyler and Ben have always been shy around me, and they even feel a
bit intimidated by you, I've noticed.  But we could help them relax and
break down their shyness and inhibitions, don't you think?  What do you
say?"

The twins exchanged knowing smiles.  "We say let's hit the road, sir.
We're all for it."

"Good, I hoped you'd feel that way.  Right, so I'll set the wheels in
motion.  Could be real interesting. I have a feeling those kids might
surprise us."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 401


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