Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2018 01:41:36 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 403  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 403
By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 403 – "MIGUEL – TOPPED BY TWO YOUNG ROOKIES"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Dominant, macho Miguel longs for a boy of his own. Bob suggests he get a
taste of it first by spending a night with the young gypsy Ben and shy
young Tyler.  But roles are suddenly reversed as each boy in turn reams the
top man's ass. "Tyler's was not the subtle fuck of an expert, but the eager
panting thrusts of a rookie mesmerized by the fantasy of fucking such a
rugged alpha male as this."
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************ In the previous chapter *************

When the tribe's leader Bob took the boys Ben and Tyler down to a five-star
hotel on the beach he didn't expect the weekend to turn out the way it did.
He had a surprise in store for him.

The plan had been that, with the help of his twins Kyle and Kevin, Bob
would give the younger boys a view of a sophisticated world beyond the
rough and tumble of the tribe.  And things were going well in that regard
as the boys were learning how to behave in polite company.

They were starting to feel comfortable at meals and having staff to wait on
them, and young freckle-faced Tyler, the newest member of the tribe, was
tickled pink that everyone called him sir.  Nobody ever did that at home
where the boot was on the other foot – as low man on the totem pole he
was the one who called almost everyone else sir.

So things were going swimmingly until Bob was thrown for a loop by the
arrival in the hotel of Miguel, the most recent man to join the tribe, a
handsome, muscular alpha male who was now the lover of the tribe's
construction boss Zack.

As soon as Miguel had joined the tribe some months ago he had had a wild
sexual romp with Bob's lover Randy, the tribe's rugged gypsy leader, to the
exclusion and humiliation of Bob.  Bob had long since evened the score by
seducing and fucking Miguel, but there always remained between them a
mutual attraction, lust even, that they had so far suppressed.

Miguel was the executive chef at the Ritz-Carlton in Los Angeles and had
been unexpectedly loaned out for the weekend to the Ritz down here on the
coast where he had once been the sous-chef.  It was inevitable that the two
men would meet and that the repressed passion between them would ignite,
which it did on a grassy plateau half way up a cliff where Miguel had
realized his wildest dream of fucking Bob's ass in a prolonged three-orgasm
love fest.

But the fact that Bob had surrendered his ass to Miguel was a potential
problem for his lover Randy who jealously regarded Bob's ass as belonging
to him.  So when Bob and Miguel lay back panting heavily after cumming for
the third time, the issue had to be confronted.  Miguel turned on his side,
propped on his elbow and traced a finger over Bob's face, neck and chest.
"You are un-fucking-believable, Bob.  You OK?"

Bob smiled, "What do you think, dude?  After a spectacular fuck like that
and a triple climax?  A trip to the moon and back."  After a long pause Bob
said, "Miguel, can I borrow your phone?"  He called Randy who was at home
hanging out with Zack.

"Hey buddy," Randy said, "how's it hangin'? You having a good time showing
those kids how the other half live?  How's my little brother Ben, and young
Tyler?"

"They're having the time of their lives, Randy.  Ben cleans up well but
don't worry, he's still your gypsy kid brother."

"Zack tells me Miguel went there to work a couple days at the hotel. You
seen anything of him?"

"Well, er, yes.  As a matter of fact he's here with me now."

"Did you fuck?" Randy asked brightly.

"Yeah actually.  And that's really why I'm calling.  I got a confession.  I
let him fuck my ass.  I know I didn't clear it with you first, but ..."

"Hey, hey, cool it, dude.  What's all this bullshit about a confession and
clearing it with me?  Bob, you are my man, a prime specimen of alpha male.
You don't grovel to anyone, even to me ... except when I make you," Randy
chuckled.  "Miguel's there with you now?  Put him on speaker.  Hi, big
shot.  I hear you're taking care of my guy.  Hey, you fucked my lover so I
guess it's OK for me to fuck yours.  Zack's right here."

"Hey, stud," Zack said, "you hear what you let me in for?  This big lug's
gonna plough my ass.  Do I have your permission?" he chuckled.

"Asshole," Miguel laughed.

"OK, guys," Randy joked, "I gotta go lube up.  Bob, take care of our boys
there, and have fun all of you.  And Bob, we gotta work on that groveling
thing when you get back."

After the call ended Bob looked with surprise at Miguel who grinned, "See,
nothing to worry about.  Your man's fine with it."

Bob frowned.  "Yeah, I guess so.  He was in a good mood, drinking with
Zack.  Thing is though, you never know with Randy."


********************* CHAPTER 403 *********************

After their torrid love making on the cliffs Bob and Miguel jogged back to
the hotel where Miguel went straight to his room to shower and change into
his chef's uniform, ready to supervise dinner prep in the large, busy hotel
kitchen.

Ben, Tyler and the twins were still lounging by the pool, having indulged
in gossipy speculation about what Bob and Miguel were up to.  When Bob
joined them it was instantly clear from his glow and the gleam in his eye
that major sex had taken place.  He looked down at their empty margarita
glasses and smiled.  "You guys been drinking all the time I was gone?
Drunken boys kinda lower the standards of this place.  What, the staff here
cut you off, did they?"

Indignantly Kevin said, "None of us are drunk, sir."  Kevin added, "As a
matter of fact, sir, we cut ourselves off.  We know when enough's enough."

"Just kidding, guys.  Of course I trust you to know when to say `when'.
Come on, you two better jump in the shower and get cleaned up ready for
work in the kitchen.  You excited to be working with Miguel?"

"What do you think, sir?  When he said they were short staffed we hoped he
would ask us to help.  It's a real privilege to work in a top-notch kitchen
like the one here – especially under a guy like Miguel.  If you know
what I mean, sir," he added cheekily.

"Did he fuck you, sir," Tyler suddenly asked impulsively, then blushed at
his own impudence. He dug the hole deeper by saying, "I bet the guys that
he would, sir."

Bob smiled indulgently.  "Well, Tyler, let's just say you won your bet.
Now upstairs, all of you."

The twins dressed in black pants and white T-shirts knowing that Miguel
would give them white chefs' jackets buttoned to the top, the uniform of
the kitchen.  They excitedly left the suite with a "wish us luck, sir."

The remaining boys, Tyler and Ben, looked at Bob expectantly.  "OK, kids, I
made a table reservation for 8pm.  We'll go the bar for a drink first so we
should soon start to get gussied up again – clean shirts and same
jackets as last evening. I'm pleased that it's only the three of us this
time ... it'll give me a chance to further your education by going into the
nitty-gritty of menus, wine, and carrying on a real conversation rather
than just blurting stuff out."

Tyler blushed again.  "Sorry about that, sir.  I was curious that's all.
All of us were."

"Never mind Tyler, that's why we love you.  And a word of caution.  Don't
try and foist all this fancy stuff on your masters Pablo and Jason back
home.  They are more meat and potatoes than rainbow quiche.  None of this
is meant to change who you are.  Pablo and Jason wouldn't want that –
they love you the way you are.  This is just to give you a glimpse of life
outside the rough and tumble of the tribe.

"And you can use these skills if you go to one of those smart dinners at
Doctor Steve's house, or get invited to one of the grand occasions they
hold up at the Grady House.  The senior boys like Jamie and Nate learned
all this a long time ago.  That's why they always look so confident, like
... well, like senior boys."

After Bob's little pep talk the boys were feeling increasingly confident
when they went down to the bar.  As they sat sipping martinis Tyler said,
"You know, sir, I don't feel that people are looking at me like I'm a
rookie at this luxury stuff no more."

"They're not, kiddo.  They are wondering who that smart boy with the
freckles is over there, with such good manners."

"They're also thinking how cute you are," Ben grinned.  "I've seen some of
the looks you get."

They were again given a choice window seat in the dining room, and Bob's
teaching points to the boys were subtle and did not intrude in their
enjoyment of the meal.  There was, of course, no sign of Miguel or the
twins, busy in the kitchen, and the service flowed smoothly indicating that
the kitchen was a model of efficiency.

In fact, Miguel and the twins were all business, concentrating on their
tasks with speed and culinary skill.  As they worked, the twins exchanged
quick glances from time to time whose meaning was clear. They smiled at the
contrast between the commanding executive chef giving orders to the kitchen
crew and the naked musclehunk fucking Bob on the cliff a few hours ago.

When Bob and the two boys were about to order dessert the waiter surprised
them by bringing out three individual fruit flans.  Thick cream piping
spelled `B' on the top of one, `b' on another, and `T' on the
third. "Compliments of the chef and his assistants, sir," the waiter
smiled.

"Please give our compliments to the chef," Bob said. "Tell him he has given
us something today we will always remember."  After the waiter left, the
boys giggled and Ben asked, "Did you mean at the table or on that cliff,
sir?"

"Another thing you should learn, kiddo," Bob smiled, "is that even the
politest conversation can sometimes have double meanings.  And you don't
have to spell it out."

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

When Bob and the boys got back to the suite they took off their jackets but
didn't change out of their smart shirts and slacks as the boys were
enjoying the `classy look' as Tyler put it.  Bob was pleased.  "See, guys,
one thing that makes a man look and feel the part is to be comfortable in
his clothes, whether it's well-tailored jackets and slacks or greasy
dungarees like you wear at work, Ben.  A man should be versatile.

"Sir," Tyler frowned, "don't versatile mean that when a boy fucks he can
give it or take it, top or bottom?  That's what Eddie says."

"And Eddie is right," Bob said patiently.  "A man can be versatile in many
ways.  Take me, for example.  I'm equally comfortable in jeans and T-shirt,
board shorts, or a suit and tie.  And when it comes to sex I am an alpha
top man who is just as happy getting his ass ploughed by Randy or Miguel."

Ben looked thoughtful.  "But sir, I don't think Randy would be comfortable
in a suit and tie."

"Ah," Bob said, unable to defy Ben's logic.  "Randy is an exception –
some would say exceptional.  He marches to his own drummer."

Ben grinned smugly, hearing that his hero big brother broke the rules, as
Ben felt like doing so often, both of them being from gypsy stock.  The
conversation continued along these lines until the door opened and in came
the twins, glowing with pride and still wearing their smart chef uniforms
bearing the Ritz-Carlton logo.

"Dudes," Tyler gushed, "you guys look way cool in those outfits."

Kyle said, "Miguel told us we had been a huge help to him and he wanted to
pay us wages, but we said ... er ..."  Kevin helped him out, saying
grandly, "We told him `the pleasure was all ours'.  So instead of wages he
let us keep the uniforms.  Sir, do you think we could wear them when we
cook for those big parties and stuff at the house and at the Grady House?"

"Great idea," Bob smiled.  "And I'll ask Miguel if he can spare another one
for Danny.  When the three of you work together it'll be like the party is
catered by the Ritz-Carlton.  Very posh."

"Did you like the dessert, guys?" Kyle said.  "We made the flans ourselves
to a recipe Danny taught us.  Oh by the way, sir, Miguel said to tell you
dinner is winding down and after he's given orders for next day's prep
he'll drop by here if that's OK."

Barely twenty minutes later the doorbell rang and an unmistakable Hispanic
voice said, "Room service!"  Ben opened the door and Manuel came in pushing
a service cart with coffee, drinks and more dessert.  He too was still
wearing his chef uniform, splashed with food stains.

He grinned, "That dessert of yours and Danny's was a big hit, guys.  We
made a big batch and the waiters offered it as a special.  They went like
hotcakes – or warm flan – and there were only four left so I brought
them up here.  I'm thinking of adding it to the menu – we'll call it
`flan aux fruits Daniel.  `Course, I'll have to get Danny's permission and
pay him a fee."

The boys descended on the cart, pouring drinks for Bob and Miguel, then
tucked into the flan.  The men took their drinks out to the terrace and sat
at the table facing each other, high above the dark ocean flecked with
reflected lights from the shore.

"Thanks for everything you did for the twins today Miguel.  They obviously
had a blast, but were they really helpful?"

"Believe me, Bob, this was no mercy fuck on my part.  I really needed those
guys and they exceeded my expectations.  They're not only great chefs.
They have this air of calm confidence with genuine leadership qualities so
the crew looked up to them."  Miguel grinned.  "I guess a whole lot of
their master's qualities have rubbed off on them."

"Well, every man in the tribe has an obligation to help his boy improve
himself.  That's what this weekend is all about.  Pablo asked me to help
his boy Tyler broaden his horizons and Jason made a similar request for his
boy Ben.  That's what I've been trying to do.  Except that right now they
look more like pigs feeding at the trough," he chuckled.

They glanced into the main room at Tyler and Ben wolfing down the flans
from the food cart.  "I really love those kids," Miguel said wistfully.
"It's something I envy about you guys, the way you all have a boy you
protect and care for.  It's an amazing thing about the tribe."

"Believe it or not, Miguel, the inspiration for that comes from Randy.  He
may behave like a barbarian sometimes but when it comes to the boys he's a
pussy cat.  It comes from his early days in Texas, the eldest of six
brothers, dirt poor itinerant gypsies.  He had to protect his younger
brothers, which he did mostly with his fists.  And to this day, if anyone
hurts any of the boys in the tribe Randy steps in with those blazing eyes
and clenched fists.  I've also seen his eyes fill with tears when he's
talking to one of them."

Miguel sighed.  "I guess I've always been more self-absorbed most of my
life.  I never really thought about boys like these – until I joined the
tribe and saw guys like Pete and his Brandon, Hassan and Eddie.  I started
to feel paternal instincts I never thought I had – or rather big brother
instincts.  Maybe one day I'll end up with a boy of my own to take care
of."

"It'll come," Bob said.  "Do you remember what you told me on the cliff
earlier today when we made love?  You said that you and Randy were alike
– `cut from the same cloth – same strengths, same animal lusts'.
Well I wonder how far the similarity goes – whether you have the same
protective instincts for boys as he does."

"Dunno, but I wouldn't have the least clue how to start out, how to
interact with a younger guy."

"Well none of our boys are exactly wet behind the ears, you know.  They're
all over eighteen and have minds of their own, but most of them come from
what you'd call the wrong side of the tracks.  The twins were living on the
streets, scared of being separated.  Jamie and Larry were rebellious
skinheads when they first appeared.  As for the two in that room, Tyler
came from a poor family in the desert, and Ben actually hitch-hiked from
Texas to L.A. to find big brother Randy – a shy, demeaned young gypsy
surviving on his wits."

Another deep sigh as Miguel gazed at the effusive boys.  Bob saw a nascent
longing deep inside the ruggedly handsome man and he had an idea.  "Er, I
don't know how your schedule is in the kitchen, buddy, but how do you feel
about spending the night here with us?"

"Well I ... I would love to Bob, you know that, except that it might not be
a good idea if you and I made love again so soon ... you know, Randy and
all."

Bob rested his hand on Miguel's.  "Much as I would love that, buddy, I'm
afraid I agree with you.  We'll have plenty of time for that back in L.A.
Besides, I know the twins wanted to spend another night with me –
they're very excited about their work in your kitchen and are dying to tell
me all about it.  No, I, er ... I was thinking about something else.  Maybe
a weird notion that you probably won't go for."

"I tend to like the ideas you come up with, Bob," Miguel smiled.  "So try
me."

"OK, here goes.  Tyler and Ben have so far been coached and guided by me
but I would like them to take some initiative on their own, be put in
charge of something ... or someone.  They have been looked after as guests
of the hotel here and I would like to see how they manage in the opposite
role – entertaining someone else."

"Meaning me?" Miguel smiled.

"In a word, yes.  You see one of a boy's main duties is to take care of his
master, which they do with Pablo and Jason, though naturally the master is
always in charge.  You told me you would have no idea how to treat a boy.
I think you'd be just fine, but there's one way to find out."

Miguel's eyes sparkled.  "You are a devious son of a bitch, Bob.  As it so
happens I am contracted here only for lunches and dinners.  Breakfast
doesn't call for great gastronomical feats and the kitchen crew can take
care of it.  Of course the hotel has given me a room here – though
nothing as opulent as this suite – but if they need me in an emergency
they would call my cell phone, not the room phone."

"So what you're saying, dude, is that you could spend the night here –
question is, which room."

"Bob, you could charm the birds out of the trees, and your idea intrigues
me.  Like I said, I don't have much experience with younger guys, and I do
like these two a lot.  If ever I am to have a boy of my own in the future,
might as well dip my toe in the water."

"Great," Bob beamed.  "And don't worry about Pablo and Jason.  When they
asked me to take care of their boys they made it clear that there were no
restrictions, sexual or otherwise – provided everything stays within the
tribe, of course.  OK, let me run the idea by them first."

"Yeah, I want a few minutes with the twins too – kind of a debriefing.
They see our kitchen here with new, skilled eyes and they usually come up
with suggestions on how we can tweak things for the better."

"You're gonna want to get out of that food-spattered jacket too, buddy."
Bob went to a chest drawer, pulled out a black tank top and tossed it to
Miguel.  "This should do the trick – always works for me.  Here, catch."

Miguel caught the shirt, pulled off his jacket and sweaty T-shirt and
pulled on the tank which fitted snugly and hugged the contours of his
muscular torso.  "Incredible," Bob smiled.

"God I love you, man," Miguel grinned.  "Am I allowed to say that?"

"Hm. When we're alone, yeah.  Sounds good."

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

Bob called the two boys out onto the terrace and Miguel went in to debrief
the twins.  Tyler and Ben sat at the table facing Bob, with a tingling
sense that something was up.  Bob explained his idea to them as they
listened wide-eyed.

"Now you don't have to say yes, you know that.  And it would be quite a
responsibility.  That bedroom is your room and if Miguel stays the night
with you he would be your guest, you would have to take care of him.  The
thing about being a host is that you have to make the guest feel at ease
and put his needs first – in fact you have to anticipate his needs."

They frowned, unfamiliar with the term.  "What I mean is that you have to
try and guess what the guest needs before he even asks for it.  In the
short time you've been here you've both learned a lot and grown in
confidence.  I know, Tyler, that you find Miguel a bit intimidating, so if
you want to say no to this there will be no hard feelings.  What do you
say?"

Ben and Tyler looked at each other with nervous excitement.  "We say yes,
sir."

"Good boys.  I know how well you take care of your own master's needs, so
you have a head start with this new guest."

And so the party broke up.  The twins pulled Bob into the main bedroom,
reluctant to take off their chef's uniforms they were so proud of.  Left
alone Miguel and the boys looked at each other shyly.  Tyler and Ben were
mesmerized by the sight of the dark Hispanic muscle-god, his pecs bulging
under the ribbed black tank.  "You sure about this, guys?" Miguel said.
"If you'd rather be alone ..."

"Sure we're sure," Ben said.  "We were alone last night and fucked each
other so we've done that and it'll be great to have company."

"... to have a guest," Tyler corrected him.

"Yeah, that's what I meant."

Miguel followed them into their bedroom and they all looked at each other
expectantly.  Miguel shrugged.  "Tell you the truth, guys, I'm a bit
nervous.  See, I'm fine with guys like myself – Randy, Zack, Bob –
even when I'm in leather, tied up and forced to suck dick by other leather
guys like Zack and Darius."

The boys stifled gasps as they focused on that image and felt their cocks
swell in their pants.

"But I don't have any experience with boys, except senior boys like Pablo
and Darius, but they don't count `cos they're more grown up and mature.
Oh, shit, that didn't come out right.  I didn't mean that you two are not
grown up, I ... I ..." Miguel blushed.  "See, I told you I was nervous."

"Oh, don't worry about that, sir," Ben said.  "We'll take care of you
... we know how to do that."

"I was hoping you would say that," Miguel smiled.

"Sir," Tyler ventured, "after all that work in a hot kitchen you're
probably sweaty and ... oh not that there's anything wrong with that, sir,"
he added quickly.  "Like, when Pablo takes me to bed he's often sweaty, and
greasy too, and I love that because ..."

Ben shot him a warning glare and Tyler quickly added, "Sorry, sir, too much
information.  When I'm nervous I always talk too much, like my friend Eddie
who usually ..."  He winced.  "Anyway what I was trying to do was to antipi
..."  He faltered and Ben prompted "anticipate".

"Yeah that's it, anticipate your need for a shower, sir."  He blushed.  "I
fucked that up, didn't I?"

Miguel laughed, "You guys are terrific.  I have a suggestion.  Why don't we
stop walking on eggshells and just relax and get to know each other?  And
yes, Tyler, I could use a shower.  Can you help with that too?"

Ben said, "Now that's something we do know how to do, sir.  I do it all the
time for Jason, and Tyler does for Pablo.  Leave everything to us."

They approached Miguel and ran their hands over the tank top, damp with
sweat, feeling his solid muscles flex underneath.  Then Ben pulled it up
slowly while Tyler sank to his knees and took off Miguel's special black,
no-slip shoes he always wore in the kitchen.  Tyler looked up and gasped,
seeing Miguel now stripped to the waist in just his black pants. "Aaah
... sir, I ..."  Another warning glance from Ben, and Tyler muttered,
"Sorry sir."

Tyler unzipped the pants and Ben pushed them down from behind.  Tyler
pulled off the socks and the pants and gazed up at the gray boxer briefs
hugging Miguel's slim waist and muscled thighs.  He stared, hypnotized, at
the long tubular bulge of the master's cock stretching down almost to the
bottom of the shorts.  "Aaah ... aaah ..." he moaned, immobilized.

Miguel said gently, "Maybe you can help me with that, too, Tyler.  Hey,
Ben, lend your buddy a hand ... or a mouth."

"Definitely, sir."  Ben got on his knees, shoulder to shoulder with Tyler,
and they went to work on the bulge.  They licked the thin fabric together,
feeling the cock strain under it, then took it in turns to clamp their
mouths over it.  They grinned at each other as they saw the damp patch of
pre-cum that oozed under the shorts.

Miguel looked down at the eager boys – the one freckle-faced with
tousled brown hair, the other a dark gypsy with long black hair.  As he
watched the two young buddies work fervently to give him pleasure he
started to feel a kind of love that he had never felt before.

Men like Zack, Bob and Randy he admired, respected and lusted for in the
form of man-on-man love between alpha males.  But this was different –
and hard to define.  It was affection – deep affection – and
something close to compassion for these sweet kids trying to please him in
an act of hero worship.  They moved him – and his protective instincts
surged.  As he watched their heads bob up and down and felt their mouth
press round his cock his impulse was to scoop them up, put his arms around
them and make them feel warm and safe.

But he resisted the impulse – he was having such a good time.  And that
was another surprise.  With the macho men of the tribe his sexual
gratification came from the feel of their bodies against his, his cock
driving inside them and the sight of such rugged males.  With the boys he
felt sexual arousal too, but it went deeper than the merely physical.
These were rookies, slightly intimidated by him, he knew that, but working
diligently to give him pleasure and show him affection too in the way they
knew best.

He wanted them to know that they pleased him in a way that was a new and
moving experience for him, and he played it light.  "Hey, dudes, did I hear
someone mention a shower a while ago?"

"Oh yes, sorry, sir," Ben said.  "We got kinda carried away here.  We'll
just get rid of these for you."  He pulled down the briefs and Miguel's
dick sprang out long and hard.  "Aaah," Tyler gasped, his tongue hanging
out like a panting dog.  Instinctively he and Ben licked the cock and the
silky strand of pre-cum oozing from it."

"Guys," Miguel chuckled, "we have a choice here.  Either we jump in the
shower or I cum in your faces right now.  What's it to be?'

"Hmm."  The boys frowned at each other trying to choose.  Then Tyler
remembered Bob's instructions.  He jumped to his feet and pulled Ben up
with him.  "Sorry, sir, Bob said we're supposed to give you what you want,
not the other way round."  He winced, "We're kinda screwing this up aren't
we, sir?  Not being very good hosts, not antypi..."

"Anticipating, Tyler."  Miguel stifled a smile.  "And you are being great
hosts, bringing your guest right to the edge of his orgasm – and we've
only been in here a few minutes.  But, if you say the choice should be
mine, I'd go for the shower right about now."

"Okey-dokey, sir.  Just wait a sec."  They fumbled trying to get out of the
smart clothes they had worn at dinner.  Tyler nervously struggled to pull
off his shirt without unbuttoning the cuffs, and Ben got his zipper jammed
in his shorts.  But finally they made it and stood naked before him.

Miguel was surprised at his own reaction.  He always lusted for the bodies
like his own –sculpted muscular physiques like Zack, Bob and Randy.  But
as he looked at the lithe, well-defined young bodies facing him,
accompanied by shy, uncertain smiles, he found his cock getting harder.  It
wasn't Greek-God sculpture that made his pulse race this time, it was the
eager, anxious-to-please grins on their winsome faces that turned him on.

And this time Miguel gave in to his impulse.  "You guys are gorgeous, you
know that?"  He wrapped his arms round them both and hugged them tight.  He
was used to muscular man hugs and came on a bit too strong. They felt he
would crush them in his brawny arms, though the thought flashed through
Ben's mind that it would be a great way to go.

Hearing them whimper Miguel loosened his hold and pulled back.  "Sorry
guys," he chuckled, "I overdid it, like some big ole' grizzly bear.  It's
just that you look good with no clothes on.  You know what, boys?  I think
we're gonna get on like a house on fire.  OK, let's hit the shower."

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

Once in the shower the boys were again in familiar territory.  They did
this for their men almost daily and this shower was big enough to
accommodate all three of them.  First, soap him up.  Miguel gave himself up
to their nurturing care as they turned on the water, made sure he was good
and soaked, then turned the shower off and lathered him up.

It was a highly sensuous feeling running their soapy hands smoothly over
his wet body. They felt his muscles ripple under their touch as Tyler
concentrated on his chest and Ben ran loving hands over his back and wide,
sloping lats.  Their sensuality was felt by Miguel, the object of their
rapt attention, hearing their muted gasps and feeling their young bodies
sliding against his as they reached round him.

But suddenly the gentle rhythm was interrupted by Tyler's heaving breath
building to an unrestrained gasp.  "Aaah ... no ..."  The boy had become so
roused as his cock pressed against Miguel's thigh that he in voluntarily
lost his load and splashed cum on Miguel that streamed down his leg.

"Oh, sorry, sir – I didn't mean to ... I mean, I couldn't help ... but
I'll clean it up, sir, I know how to do that."

Tyler dropped to his knees on the bathmat, bent low and licked Miguel's
foot, then moved up his shin, catching the jizz flowing down it.  His
expert tongue went to work sucking in the spilled semen as he had down so
often for Pablo.  When he got to the top of his thigh the stiff cock
slapped against his cheek and Miguel said, "Hey, dude, don't stop there. Go
for the gold, kiddo."

Tyler opened his mouth and swallowed the long shaft while Ben massaged the
solid mounds of Miguel's ass.  Miguel stretched his arms to the sides and
braced himself against the walls of the shower while the boys worked on his
loins.  He felt himself approaching his climax and yelled, "That's enough,
guys ... stop, please."

Tyler pulled his mouth away and stood up with Ben looking nervously at the
naked soap-covered muscle-god.  "Sorry, sir," Ben said.  "Were we doing it
wrong?"

"Wrong?  I loved what you guys were doing to me, but I liked it too much.
I was gonna shoot my load and I don't wanna cum yet.  Please don't be so
nervous around me, guys.  I love being here with you, and I'm flattered
that I made you cum, Tyler."  He grabbed their heads in turn and gave each
a hungry kiss."

"OK, guys, let's cut to the chase here.  I know there are two beds in this
room and as your guest I get to choose.  And I choose that we use only one
of them.  I wanna sleep with you kids.  So let's rinse off and get the hell
out of the shower."

They obeyed instantly.  They turned the water back on, rinsed Miguel and
themselves off, then wrapped a big thick towel round Miguel and dried him
off by rubbing his gorgeous body hard.  "Hey," Miguel laughed, "better not
dry my dick or I really will cum all over you."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that, sir," Ben grinned.

Miguel was pleased to see their sense of mischief kicking in – they were
loosening up at last.  They were all standing naked looking down at the bed
and Tyler said, "Sir, I don't think we can ... anticipate ... (he grinned
proudly getting it right) ... anticipate your wishes now. You choose."

Easier said than done, Miguel thought.  Tough choice.  In other
circumstances it would have been automatic – he would have fucked these
adorable young guys in turn.  But he had to consider the tribe, and
specifically his place in it.  He had already taken a risk of alienating
Randy by fucking his lover Bob.  And he could not judge the reaction of
Pablo and Jason if he fucked their boys.

Bob had assured him that there were no restrictions but he wanted to err on
the side of caution.  And besides, looking at the boys now, wondering if he
would ever have a boy of his own, he wanted to experience every sensation
with them, and give them a thrill into the bargain.

And so he made his choice.  As the boys watched he stretched his arm above
his head and yawned.  Damn, it's been a long, tough day supervising lunches
and dinners, even with the twins' help.  I'm bushed.  He pulled the bed
covers all the way down and threw himself onto the pristine sheet.  He lay
on his back, linked his hands behind his head and smiled up at them.

"OK, guys, here's what your guest would like.  He would like to get his
rocks off without putting in too much effort, `cos he's bushed. Luckily
he's got two really hot young guys to help him with that.  And then he
wants company in bed, preferably the same two hot guys who fucked him.

The boys gaped.  "You mean ... you want us to fuck you, sir?" Tyler asked.
"But you're a ... you're so ..."

"'Course, it you guys are not up to it ... I just assumed that as a guest I
could ask for ..."

"No, sir, he didn't mean that," Ben said, nudging Tyler hard.  "We're up to
it, damn straight we are."  (Miguel smiled, seeing the gypsy fire in Ben
that he inherited from his brother Randy.)  "Hell, I've fucked Jason and
he's a big stud fireman, and even Tyler has fucked Pablo."

"What d'ya mean even Tyler.  I know how to fuck.  I done it lots of times.
I fucked you last night didn't I?"

Miguel was loving these boys more and more all the time.  "Look," he
shrugged, "if you guys are gonna fight over who's the best fucker, I could
always just turn over and go to sleep."

"Hell, no," Ben said.  "You're not gonna sleep until you've had your ass
fucked ... sir."  He winced and blushed fearing that his outburst had been
too strong.  But Miguel flashed a smile and said, "That's more like it,
stud."  Ben reached in his backpack, pulled out a tube of lube and greased
up his cock.  "I'll go first, Tyler, OK?"

Tyler had a feeling he had not come out of this skirmish too well and he
should keep quiet right now, so he merely nodded his agreement and watched
as Ben approached the bed.

Miguel looked up at Ben coming forward stroking his rigid cock, and he was
struck by the transformation.  The boy's shyness had gone, replaced by a
fire in the eyes that Miguel had seen before – in Ben's big brother
Randy.  It was Randy's eyes that had turned Miguel on and now he was about
to get butt-fucked by his young gypsy brother with the same fire in the
same blue eyes set in the same intense, dark face – only younger.  It
was an exciting prospect.

Miguel raised his legs and offered his ass to the young gypsy boy.  Ben
faltered only slightly, then knelt on the bed at his raised legs and guided
his cock between his ass cheeks.  Miguel smiled, "You're a beautiful boy,
Ben.  I wanna feel that big cock in my ass."

"You got it, sir," Ben said, still pumped after his flash of boldness.  He
eased his hips forward and felt his cock sliding into the ass of the
musclehunk master.  He saw his head fall back, heard his deep voice groan
and watched his muscles flex as he took the cock inside him.

Ben stopped suddenly, feeling cum surging up his cock, and took a few deep
breaths.  He waited till his heartbeat slowed, then pulled back and pushed
in again, more confidently this time.  "Is that OK, sir?"

"It's beautiful, Ben."  Miguel gazed at the swarthy gypsy, mesmerized by
the similarity between the boy and his brother Randy.  He had been blown
away by the dominant construction boss and now his reaction was almost as
strong but in a completely different way.  This was a young man growing
into maturity – shy at first, hesitant, but gaining in confidence as his
anxious frown became a beaming smile.  "Feels great, sir. Could I see you
stroke your cock while I fuck you?"

Miguel obliged, stroking his cock slowly so as not to cum too soon.  Ben
leaned forward and pressed his palms on the slabs of Miguel's pecs, and he
soon established a rhythm, steadily driving his cock in the master's ass.

He had to pause several times when he came close to his climax, overwhelmed
by the image and feel of the handsome master.  He stared down at the
muscled physique and the chiseled Hispanic features, heavily stubbled jaw,
thick black hair and penetrating dark eyes.  He could hardly believe that
he was fucking the ass of this powerful top man ... and he knew he couldn't
hold out much longer.

Miguel saw that too, from Ben's wincing frowns and sharp intakes of breath.
"You're close aren't you, Ben?"  He nodded and Miguel smiled, "I want you
to cum inside me, dude.  Would it help if I jerked off all over myself?"

"Yes, sir ... please, sir."  His voice was barely a whimper now as he
concentrated hard on not messing up this crucial moment.  And it was that
look on the boy's face, that youthful intensity in trying to please his
master, that moved Miguel beyond words.

The affection he felt for the boy was somehow emotional and sexual.  Sex
before had always involved man-on-man lust, but this was something new.  He
felt responsible for the boy, protective, a need to give him pleasure.  It
was a sexual urge he had never felt before and he said softly, "That feels
so good, Ben.  You are such a great fuck.  You're gonna make me cum."

"Really, sir?" Ben grinned proudly.  Then he put on the fierce face he had
learned from Randy.  "OK, stud, let's see you pump that load while I fuck
your ass."  His dominant tone didn't quite work – and that's what made
it so enchanting.

Miguel reached up and ran his hands over Ben's gypsy face and through his
long hair.  "Ben, you're so beautiful, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ..."
He pumped his cock faster, his body tensed and he yelled as his jizz
spurted up to his chest and neck.  His clenched his ass round Ben's cock
and the boy looked at him in wide-eyed disbelief as he poured cum into his
ass.

Miguel raised his arms, Ben fell into them and they kissed long and hard.

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

Tyler had watched all this in awe.  He too saw some of Randy's toughness in
Ben, something he could never match.  How could he give Miguel what Ben had
given him?  He was nervous when Ben finally stood up, his eyes gleaming,
and said with a tone of authority, "Your turn now, dude."  That was another
trait Ben shared with his brother Randy – so stoked after a sexual
triumph he momentarily lost sight of what his buddy might be feeling.

Miguel's smile was warmer, less triumphal now.  "OK. Tyler.  You wanna give
it a shot?"

Summoning a bravado he didn't feel Tyler took Ben's place and looked down
at the macho alpha male – gorgeous, powerful ...and intimidating.  The
pressure to perform was overwhelming and, as he picked up the lube Ben had
discarded, Miguel noticed that Tyler's hand was trembling as he lubed his
cock.  He leaned forward against Miguel's raised legs, pressed the head of
his cock against his hole ... and lost his hard-on.

Panic seized him, tears filled his eyes and he blushed deeply.  "Sir, I
... I don't think I can ..."

Miguel's heart went out to the boy, his freckled face wincing in despair,
and he wanted to wrap him in his arms and console him.  But Miguel's
long-hidden older-brother instincts now surfaced and he knew intuitively
that he had to restore the boy's shattered self-confidence before anything
else.

He smiled up at Tyler.  "It's OK, Tyler.  We were just rushing it, that's
all.  It's what's called performance anxiety and it's happened to me a lot.
Hell, do you know how long it took me before I could fuck Zack?  I mean, he
was so gorgeous that I really wanted to but he scared me to death."

"Really, sir?"

"Oh sure - it was all in my head.  But I had no excuse, unlike you who just
busted your load all over my leg in the shower.  So we can wait – you
don't have to do it now."

"But I want to so bad, sir.  I mean Ben was so good at it and ..."

Miguel chuckled, "Hey, it's not a contest, kiddo.  We're just having fun is
all.  There's no hurry.  Here, give me a kiss.  He pulled Tyler down to him
and kissed his cheek, his eyes and his lips.  Then he eased back so their
faces were inches apart.  "See that wasn't so bad was it?"

Tyler gazed down at the smiling dark eyes and felt his cock stiffen.  "As a
matter of fact, kiddo, you've taken the pressure off me.  I mean, I just
came too with Ben.  I can sometimes cum twice one after another ... hell, I
came three times when I fucked Bob today.  `Course, Bob could make a man
keep cumming and cumming, don't you think?"  "Oh yes, sir, he's totally
gorgeous.  All the boys are crazy about him, they call him a muscle-god.  I
mean, er, they call you a muscle-god too, sir."

"Do they really?" Miguel smiled bashfully.  "I didn't know that."  Miguel
was subtlely taking Tyler into his confidence and easing his fears –
just two buddies, no pressure.

"Oh yeah," Tyler grinned.  "If the guys could see me now they'd wanna trade
places in a heartbeat"

"Well, as soon as I can get a hard-on again after cumming just now, maybe I
really can take your dick in my ass."

"Oh, we don't need to wait, sir.  We can do it now."

"Miguel's eyes sparkled.  "You think so, dude?  I'll need your help though
..."

"No problem there, sir.  Like I said, I've done this with Pablo."

When Tyler scooted back to his former position at Miguel's ass his cock was
fully erect, without thinking about it – which had been Miguel's idea.
Tyler pressed his cock against Miguel's well-lubed hole and flinched
slightly at the memory of what happened before.  Quickly Miguel reached up
and squeezed the boy's nipples in his fingers, making him gasp with
pleasure.

"Help me out here, Tyler.  I'm still a bit nervous."

"No problem, sir."  Tyler looked down at the handsome hunk, saw the muscles
flex in his raised arms, felt the erotic sensation in his nipples – and
his anxiety evaporated, his confidence flooded back.  He pushed his hips
forward, felt his cock slide into the master's warm ass, and his eager face
was wreathed in smiles.  "Wow, that feels awesome, don't ya think, sir?"

"Totally awesome, dude.  Oh man, I want you to fuck me so bad. I wanna feel
what you make Pablo feel."

The reference to Pablo was perfect as Tyler equated his feelings now to the
ecstasy he felt when he had fucked his master.  The restoration of the
boy's confidence was complete and he began to fuck hard.  It was not the
subtle, measured fuck of an expert, but the eager, panting thrusts of a boy
mesmerized by the fantasy of fucking such a rugged alpha male as this.

As he looked down at the hard-muscled body and dark, square-jawed face
thrashing from side to side, Tyler felt empowered like never before.  And
Miguel felt the full sexual force of youth, the enthusiasm and energy of a
boy thrilled to be fucking a master.

Tyler's eyes danced as all trace of inhibition vanished and he was seized
by a sexual frenzy to please and ... and even to dominate this beautiful
man.  He leaned forward and pinned Miguel's wrists to the bed as Pablo
always did to him.  Miguel struggled as if trying to escape and the erotic
fantasy of a macho top-man held captive turned the boy on even more, to the
point where he knew he would soon cum.

He held back as long as he could but finally pulled one hand off Miguel's
wrist and planted it instead on his chest.  "Grab you dick, man," Tyler
growled, or did his best to growl, and Miguel obeyed, using his freed hand
to stroke his hard cock.

Miguel was entranced by the change in Tyler, the shy freckled face
transformed with a new, fierce intensity as he panted harder and said, "I
think I'm gonna cum, sir ... I'm gonna cum in your ass ... fuck ... yeah
... aaagh!"

It was the joyful look of triumph on the boy's face that did it for Miguel,
who stroked his cock to a climax and sprayed semen over his own body as he
felt the boy's cock erupt inside it.

Man and boy stared at each other, then Miguel's eyes crinkled at the edges,
he smiled ... and laughed.  Tyler joined in happily, pulled out his cock
and fell forward into Miguel's arms.

Ben had watched with a succession of emotions – anxiety at first when
Tyler lost his nerve, then admiration for Miguel who so skillfully restored
his self-confidence, and then pure joy as he watched his friend pound the
muscle-god's ass.

Miguel beckoned to him.  "You too, Ben ... we're a threesome now."  Ben
dived onto the bed and the boys lay together with Miguel propped on his
elbow smiling at them.

"God you guys are a couple of sexy young dudes.  But I just wanna make sure
you two are solid – I mean, no rivalry, no contest. Like any two guys
you are different from each other in several ways, but both of you are
equally good, strong ... and great sex.  I want you to be real good pals to
each other, so don't ever let me hear of any arguments between you, is that
clear?"

"Yes, sir," they said in unison, grinning at each other.  They snuggled up
against him and were asleep in minutes.  But Miguel lay awake a bit longer.
He gazed at them sleeping together in the innocence of youth with faint
smiles on their lips, and his eyes became moist.  The feelings that had
been stirring deep inside him for a while now came to the surface and
brimmed over into a certainty.  He wanted a boy of his own.

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

Next morning room service brought breakfast at 8:30.  Miguel was due in the
kitchen at 10:30 to supervise lunch preparations so they had time for a
leisurely meal.

While Miguel was on the phone and then in the shower, Tyler and Ben talked
nonstop, regaling Bob and the twins with all the details of their night
with Miguel.  They held nothing back – the slow striptease, the erotic
shower and Miguel's surprising request to get fucked.  They described Ben's
triumphant fuck like a junior Randy and even Tyler's initial humiliation at
not being able to get it up.

"Guys, I was so, like, embarrassed, but Miguel was great.  He talked to me
like I wasn't a junior boy, just his buddy, and told me it was no big deal
– even happened to him with Zack.  He said he had already shot his load
with Ben so he wasn't sure he could get it up again ... needed my help.  He
was so cool, like he was the one with the problem, not me.  So I fucked
him, real hard, like I fuck Pablo sometimes – only different somehow.
He's such a great guy."

Breakfast was a joyful, noisy affair.  It was obvious that Tyler and Ben
hero-worshipped Miguel, who talked to them like equals – buddy to buddy.
And as the bright-eyed boys gushed Bob was struck by the way Miguel looked
at them – with affection bordering on longing.

Afterwards, while all four boys showered, Bob had a chance to chat with
Miguel alone, sipping coffee out on the terrace.  "Looks like you were a
big hit with the boys," Bob grinned.

"Yeah we had a great time.  Bob I'm so glad you suggested I sleep with
them.  It wasn't just ... I mean ... it was more than ..."

"Miguel – what are you trying to say, buddy?  This is me – you can
tell me anything."

Miguel looked at him with shining eyes.  "Bob, it was like a whole new
experience.  You know those moments in life where suddenly a light bulb
goes on and you think, `why did I never think of that before?'  You pretty
much know my story.  I had never had sex with a guy when I met Zack in a
bar all those years ago and we had a nervous jack off session – first
time for both of us with a guy.

After that we didn't meet again for several years but I thought of him all
the time and jerked off thinking of him.  Well you know the rest.  Thanks
to you, Bob, we met again at the hotel and ... here I am now – great
lover, great home life with Zack and Darius, great job as executive chef at
one of L.A.'s finest hotels, plenty of money."

"But ..." Bob smiled.

Miguel chuckled. "Trust you, you can always hear a but in my voice.  OK,
but something was missing ... something I barely felt at first, certainly I
couldn't put my finger on it.  But I guess it's been growing in me deep
down.

"I got a clue when Zack told me he was building an addition to his house so
I could have a place of my own.  Oh, we'd still spend most of our time
together, Zack, Darius and me, but he says a guy should always have a place
he can call his own, be private when he needs it.  I tried to picture
myself living there alone. It reminded me of those years living alone after
I first met Zack.

"And then this weekend the penny dropped.  I realized that I had always
been with guys my own age.  I loved that man-on-man camaraderie, all the
macho testosterone where I didn't have to take care of anyone but myself.
Then I saw you with the twins and got to know those sweet boys Tyler and
Ben.  And of course – it was as clear as day.  I wanted a boy of my own.

"I knew I could only be a real man if I had my own boy to love and nurture,
take care of and protect.  Does that make sense to you, Bob?"

Bob smiled.  "You only have to see me with the twins to answer that
question, Miguel.  That's why all the men have their own boys.  The tribe
wouldn't exist without the boys.  It would just be a bunch of oversexed
alpha males boozing and fucking their brains out."

Bob smiled. "In so many ways you remind me of Randy.  His love and fierce
protection of the boys is legendary, even though, as I said before, he can
be a mean son of a bitch with other men.  I was listening to Tyler earlier
describing how you took care of him when he was devastated at losing his
hard-on.  You would be terrific with a boy of your own, Miguel."

Miguel sighed.  "I can't get over the thought that somewhere out there
there's a kid feeling alone, confused and afraid, and I want to wrap my
arms round him and tell him he's safe now."

"It'll come, Miguel," Bob smiled.  "Just take your time.  If the desire is
strong these things have a way of resolving themselves."

"Thanks, Bob.  Right now I have to report to the kitchen.  But I'll see you
all after dinner OK?  And maybe we can all go back to town together in the
morning."

"Sure.  It might be a good idea for you to take Tyler and Ben in your car.
Two boys chattering endlessly in your ear might just change your mind," Bob
grinned.

"I doubt that, buddy.  And when we get back I guess I have to face Randy,
Pablo and Jason, and even Zack, `cos I seem to have done it again, fucked
with everyone – you, Tyler, Ben.  Don't know what those guys will have
to say about that.  My dick always gets me in trouble."

Bob laughed.  "Another thing you share with Randy, dude."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 404

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