Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2019 03:35:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 450  by Rob Williams

Chapter 450 – "THE FIREMAN'S WILD WET DREAM"


Synopsis

The macho young fireman Jason, shell-shocked from fighting the wildfires,
has mistreated his boy Ben and needs to make amends.  Tied naked to the bed
he says, "Give it to me, boy.  I need it.  That's an order."  Then he takes
Ben and his buddy Will to a shack in the dunes to relax and recover.  As he
sleeps on the beach both boys work on him together and give the sleeping
fireman a wild wet dream.
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In the previous chapter

After fighting the brutal California wildfires for over two weeks, handsome
young fireman Jason had come home trauma-shocked.  Confused and withdrawn
he was unable to resume a normal life in the tribe with his boy Ben.

Distraught at Jason's rejection of him Ben sought solace in his best friend
Will, the young freckle-faced chef in the tribe, who reassured and
comforted him by making love to him.

Things came to a head when three other uniformed men in the tribe – the
cop Mark, forest ranger Pete and airline crewman Adam – met with Jason
in a show of support and lightened the mood by shedding their uniforms in a
game of strip poker.  But things went wrong when Adam was the winner and
Jason offered Ben's ass to him as a prize.

It was a bad mistake.  Watching his own boy get fucked by his gym buddy
pushed Jason over the edge.  He railed at Ben and shoved Will to the ground
when Will tried to defend his friend.  The fireman stormed into the house
and the anxious boys followed him.

They found him sitting at the kitchen table, bent forward, his head buried
in his arms, his body heaving with sobs.  Ben sat beside him and put his
arm over the fireman's shoulder.  When his sobs subsided Jason raised a
tear-stained face to Ben who licked away his tears and kissed him gently.
Jason reacted by kissing Ben passionately.  "Don't leave me, Ben.  Please
don't leave me."

Ben's eyes opened wide.  "I'm not going anywhere, sir.  I love you.  You're
my hero. I'm your boy."  Jason managed a watery smile. "Kid, all that stuff
I said out there to you and Will.  I didn't mean it, any of it.  Let me try
to explain if I can.

"Those fires up the coast were worse than any of us had ever experienced.
When you're in the thick of it all you can think about is saving lives, and
getting your buddies out alive too.  I, er, haven't told anyone this but
... my buddy Chuck ... we've worked together a long time.  We got in a bad
spot and he inhaled a lot of smoke.  I got him to an ambulance and they did
their best but ... he didn't make it, Ben.  He's gone."

Ben wrapped his arms round Jason and held on for a long time.  When Jason
pulled away he frowned.  "See, kid, it's two totally different worlds.  Out
there it was all us firefighters together, and when I got home and saw all
you guys getting on with your lives, I felt like a stranger ... I kinda
clammed up, folded into myself.  And the last person I wanted to load up
with all my troubles was you, Ben.  That's why I turned my back on you,
pushed you away.

"Things got so fucked up in my mind I couldn't think straight.  And when
Adam won that stupid game I blurted out that he should fuck you.  I don't
know why I said it ... maybe to put more space between you and me, to
protect you from my craziness.  Watching you and Adam was tough but maybe I
thought that if I piled on the pain it would all get so bad it would be
unbearable and go away – some cockamamie idea like that."

"And in a crazy way it worked.  When I saw you and Adam together I got so
mad that I lost it and took it out on you and your buddy Will.  Then the
dam burst.  I knew I couldn't take any more, so I came in here and ... it
all flooded out.  Ben, I'm so glad you stuck around, and you're here now.
I love you kiddo.  I never stopped.  Can you forgive me?"

"Sir," Ben said, "would you like to come to bed with me now?"  As they got
up to leave Jason said to Will, "I'm so sorry I hurt you, Will.  You been
so good to Ben.  Will you come up and sit with us a while and let me
apologize before Ben and me go to sleep?  I won't keep you long."

But word of all the trouble had reached Randy, the fiery gypsy boss of the
tribe.  Fiercely protective of his kid brother Ben he had raced to Jason's
house and bounded up the stairs. But Will faced him at the bedroom
door. "Everything's OK, sir.  Jason and Ben are fine, they're in bed and
just want to be left alone.  Ben's had a bad time but it's all over and
he's safe now."

"The mother-fucker hurt my kid brother," Randy growled menacingly.  "Anyone
messes with my family messes with me.  Out of my way, kid."  But Will
blocked the door by stretching his arms wide and bracing his hands against
the doorframe.  He said defiantly, "Sorry sir.  To get to them you have to
come though me first."

Randy stared at the determined freckle-faced boy with his shock of tousled
red hair ... and the big man was stunned.  Randy had beaten up plenty of
guys in his time and busted his way through a gang of thugs but ... but he
didn't know how to get past this boy without hurting him.

Will didn't flinch as he barred the door, nervous but resolute.  Despite
the tension Randy stifled a smile as he gazed at the young redhead doing
his best to look fierce.  And his anger dissolved.  He looked over Will's
shoulder and shouted, "Ben, are you OK in there?"

"Yeah, I'm good, sir ... very, very good actually.  Thank you for coming
sir, but I'm just fine."

Randy hesitated, then grunted at Will, "Fuck you, boy."

Will relaxed, lowered his arms and smiled, "Thank you, sir."  He had been
told by Bob that when Randy said `fuck you' like that it was his way of
backing down.  And Randy knew Will knew that.  "Kid, you've been spending
too much time around Bob," he grinned.  He grabbed Will by the waist,
picked him up off the ground and kissed him hard.

He put him down and ruffled his hair.  "Damn, I love you, Red.  Tough, just
like me at your age.  Thanks for taking care of my little brother, kid."
And he stomped back downstairs.

Just before Will left, Jason said, "Will, thanks for everything.  Listen, I
was thinking.  I've got a week off now, and some time ago Mark offered me
the use of his shack up the coast in the dunes.  How about I take you two
up there and we can hang out together on the beach, do some surfing, just
chill out and let all this bullshit wash off us.  How's that sound?"

Ben's eyes sparkled and Will said, "Sounds great, sir, if you don't think
three would be a crowd."

"Nah ... Oh sure, Ben and me have got a lot of lost time to make up and
we're gonna start on that right now.  But it'll be fun with you up there,
eh Ben?  And don't think we're only asking you for your cooking skills and
your rhubarb pie," Jason chuckled.

"Mmm ... all that and rhubarb pie," Ben grinned.  "I think I just died and
went to heaven."

********************* CHAPTER 450 *********************

ALONE AT LAST

After Will left the house with Mark, Pete and Adam, Jason said, "So it's
just you and me, Ben, at last.  Just like old times."

Ben winced.  "Old times, sir?"

"Don't worry, I mean the good old times, before all the crap I put you
through the last few weeks.  I behaved like a real shit to you and just
left you worrying here all alone.  I should have called you but there was
no cell reception in the wilds up there, and anyway ..."

"Sir, I don't care about all that now.  Anyway, when you weren't here I
still had your picture in the fireman's calendar to jerk off over.  Er, you
said something about making up for lost time?"

"You're right, Ben – live for the present, don't dwell on the past.  OK,
what did you miss most?"

"Making love to you, sir," Ben smiled brightly.

"And specifically?"

"Looking at you while you fucked me."

They were lying on the bed still dressed – Ben in his usual shorts and
T-shirt, Jason in his uniform pants and boots but shirtless after the strip
poker game.  "OK, kid, let me see what I've been missing.  Get naked."

Ben grinned and jumped off the bed.  He had learned from Jason the art of
flaunting his body which Jason did so expertly.  He turned his back to
Jason, bent down and slowly unlaced his sneakers, thrusting his perfect
butt upward, his shorts stretched tight over it.  He pulled off his
sneakers then straightened up and unbuttoned his shorts.

Jason was loving the show and shouted teasingly, "Take it off ... take it
all off."  Keeping his back to Jason Ben giggled and pushed his shorts down
over his ass.  "Damn that gypsy butt is cute.  Lose the shorts, kid."

Ben let them drop and the bottom of his T-shirt hung tantalizingly halfway
down the bulge of the white globes.  He turned around and Jason inhaled
sharply as he saw the bottom of his shirt hooked over Ben's dick standing
out like a pole.

"Damn you're beautiful, boy.  I'll confess something.  Up there in the
fires we got breaks for a few hours' sleep, but all that racing adrenaline
made it hard to sleep even though I was exhausted.  So I thought of you
half naked like that and secretly jacked off.  Then I slept."

Suddenly Ben realized that what he was doing now was not just fun, it was
important to help his master heal.  He pulled off his shirt and stood naked
smiling down at the fireman.  "Well I'm here for you now, sir.  It's really
me – in the flesh."

Shirtless in his dark blue uniform pants the young blond fireman looked
stunning, especially when he raised his arms and linked his hands behind
his head.  His biceps flexed and his handsome face broke into a smile.  "So
come and take care of your master, kiddo."

Ben knelt at the foot of the bed, pulled off Jason's heavy boots and socks,
and kissed his feet.  Then he knelt beside him and licked the solid muscles
of his pecs and eight-pack abs.  He unbuckled Jason's belt, slid it out of
the belt loops and laid it across his chest.  Then he pulled Jason's pants
and shorts down, his long thick shaft sprang free.  The fireman lay naked
on the bed, arms bent, hands behind his head.

Ben thought his master had never looked more beautiful than he did now, and
the sight of the black belt lying across his chest strangely excited him in
a way he didn't understand.  Jason saw the glint in Ben's eyes and said,
"Boy, before we make love there's something I have to do.  It might seem
strange to you and hard to do, but I need it.

"I need to make amends to you, kid.  Oh, I know I made excuses for the way
I behaved to you and most guys would consider them valid excuses with all
the trauma of the fires.  But this is just between me and you, my beautiful
gypsy boy who I neglected and hurt so bad.  I've been an arrogant prick and
I have to purge myself of the shame I feel so we can start over."

Ben frowned, unsure what he meant.  But then Jason stretched his arms up to
the bedposts and grabbed the ropes that were always tied there.  Ben stared
at him, stared at the belt lying across his chest ... and then he knew.  He
knew what Jason wanted.

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

THE MASTER SUBMITS

A minute later he stared down at the naked fireman lying on the bed his
arms stretched up, wrists tied to the bedpost.  Conflicting thoughts rushed
thought the boy's mind – surprise, lust, confusion, wariness.  He had
instinctively read the desire in Jason's eyes and used the ropes to tie his
wrists, but now he stood back and gazed down nervously at the homoerotic
sight.

He had expected Jason to make amends by making love to him, but this
... this came out of the blue.  It was a tradition in the tribe that a man
got punished for mistreating a boy, but all Ben had wanted was for Jason to
love him again.  But Jason had said he needed to make amends, to purge his
guilt, and Ben had to give his master what he wanted.

His eyes focused on the black leather belt lying across Jason's chest and
he knew this is how Jason wanted to be punished.  But Ben hesitated.  Could
he do it?  Could he do this to his own master, his hero, the man he loved?

Hesitantly he reached down, grabbed the belt and pulled it off his chest.
He held it dangling at his side and Jason saw his reluctance.  "Do it boy.
I need it.  That's an order."

Ben raised the belt and slapped it lightly across his chest. "Fuck you,
boy.  I said do it!"

That harsh tone made Ben flash on the callousness Jason had shown to him in
recent weeks that had hurt him and made him so unhappy.  Something snapped
in him as he remembered the harsh way Jason had treated him. He raised the
belt and lashed it across Jason's chest.

The fireman yelled, his body writhed and he pulled helplessly at his bound
wrists.  The naked, suffering muscle-jock tied to the bed getting whipped
was a pornographic fantasy that drove away Ben's inhibitions and he lashed
again and again. His stiff cock dripped pre-cum as he stared down at the
fireman, his handsome face grimacing in pain, thrashing from side to side.

"Harder, boy," he yelled. "Give it to me ... all of it."

In a confusion of lust, revenge and homoerotic fantasy Ben lost all
restraint and watched red welts appear on the fireman's chest and abs as he
lashed harder and harder.  Jason's howls of pain only plunged Ben deeper
into the fantasy of the handsome captive struggling in bondage, pulling
frantically at the ropes in a hopeless effort to escape the lashes of the
belt.

This was the same young blond fireman that everyone lusted after, the
gym-jock who got off on his own mirror reflection.  It was the macho guy in
the calendar that all the boys had jerked off over, the man who had chosen
Ben for his boy, the man Ben loved, worshipped.  He loved him, he loved him
... and suddenly that single thought broke through his confusion and jerked
him back to reality.

He became aware that tears were pouring down his face, and his arms fell to
his sides, still holding the belt.  He tossed away in contempt and sobbed,
"Sir, I can't ... I can't hurt you ... I love you, sir.  I don't care about
the past, I love you ... I love you."  He fell to his knees beside the bed
and gently licked Jason's chest and abs, tracing the red welts with his
tongue.

Jason's heavy breathing subsided and Ben made a move to untie his wrists,
but Jason said, "No don't, not yet Ben.  I'm sorry I made you do that, boy,
but I needed it so bad."

"I don't want to hurt you, sir.  You're my hero.  All I wanted to do was
make love to you."

"And you can, Ben, and still help me make amends to you."

Ben frowned. "Sir, I don't understand, I don't see how I ..."

"Fuck me, Ben.  Fuck your master.  You can punish me and make love to me at
the same time.  I need your forgiveness, kiddo.  And this is the way."

Ben was stunned.  He dimly recalled having fucked Jason in the distant past
but ...  But yes, it felt right.  This was his way of obeying his master
while proving his love for him.  He eased himself on the bed between
Jason's legs and Jason smiled up at him.  "So, the boy is master of the
man.  I'm all yours, Ben.  My ass is all yours.  Help me make amends to
you."

Ben pushed Jason's legs back and leaned forward and planted his palms on
the solid bulge of his pecs.  The tip of his cock was touching Jason's ass
and with no effort he felt it sliding inside him – inside the naked
fireman tied to the bed.

It was an electrifying sensation.  He was fucking the very man whose
picture he had first seen in a calendar, had drooled over, cum over.  But
this was not the image of a distant unattainable sex symbol.  This was
Jason, his master, the man who had chosen him and loved him.  And he was
actually inside him!"

As his cock slid into the warms depths of his ass Ben struggled to believe
that this was all real and not some half-waking erotic fantasy.  As he
fucked gently he narrowed his eyes, seeing only the blurred image of a
bound unidentified man.  He slowly opened his eyes and watched the contours
of the fireman's magnificent body and handsome face come into focus.  It
was Jason, it really was, his master – he was fucking his master!

Jason smiled up at the swarthy young gypsy with the pale blue eyes, so much
like his big brother Randy.  He still couldn't believe how much he had
neglected and hurt the boy, but being bound at the mercy of his own boy,
offering his ass to him, was a symbol of his remorse.  "I love you Ben,
you're my beautiful boy, and I need your forgiveness.  You know how to do
that, Ben ... please, show me you still love me."

Yes, Ben knew how to do that.  He shifted his hands from Jason's chest to
his arms and pinned his biceps to the bed.  He would show him he loved him
... he would show him he forgave him, though there was nothing to forgive.
He had never been so turned on by Jason as he was now.  He gazed into his
eyes and his cock pistoned harder and faster in his master's ass.

Jason strained against the ropes binding him, staring up at the wild young
gypsy, shaggy black hair falling over his face, muscles rippling in his
sinewy body.  "I love you, boy ... I fucking love you.  Let me feel my
boy's jizz in my ass.  Forgive me, kid ... fuck me ... yeah!"  Ben
shuddered, tensed, and howled as his cock erupted deep inside his master's
ass.

Their breath heaving they gazed at each other with a passion that had
reached a whole new level.  Ben quickly untied Jason's wrists and fell on
him, kissing him tenderly while his cock drained inside him.

Jason wrapped his arms round him and held him tight, each feeling the
other's heart thumping in his chest.  As their breathing subsided Ben said,
"Sir, did you cum, sir?"

"Of course not, kiddo.  You know there's only one way I'm gonna bust my
nuts."

Ben grinned.  "In my ass, sir?"

"It's called payback time, kid.  A boy ties up his master and reams his ass
there's a price to pay. Do I look like the kind of guy who gets topped by
his boy without fighting back?  Man, you are gonna get so fucking fucked
– over and over again."

Ben's eyes sparkled.  "Oooh, I'm ever scared, sir."

"Like hell you are, kid.  I told you, we got a lot of time to make up –
even if it takes all night."

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

WILL FACES THE MUSIC

Meanwhile, young Will was nervous.  After he had left Jason and Ben alone
and was driving back to the tribe's compound his first emotion was huge
pleasure that his friend Ben was back in bed with Jason and they were
making their peace.  But when he turned his attention to himself the full
enormity of what he had done hit him.

He had defied Randy, the tough boss of the tribe.  He had barred the door
to him, blocked him from seeing his own little brother.  He blushed as his
own words came back to haunt him – "Sorry sir.  To get to them you have
to come though me first."

What was he thinking?  It was amazing he had escaped a beating from the big
gypsy who was always so quick to anger.  Instead Randy had ruffled his hair
and said he loved him.  But that was then.  When word got around about the
incident, as of course it would, Randy couldn't lose face like that, being
defied by the junior boy of the tribe, and his anger would flare.

Only one thing to do.  He had to pluck up his courage and face him man to
man – or rather man to boy.  He wanted to talk to the twins first, but
when he arrived at the house and went to the kitchen Kyle and Kevin were
not there.  They had left a message scrawled on the whiteboard.  "We're
over at Bob and Randy's.  Come join us."

They might as well have added, "... and face the music ..." `cos that's
what they meant.  Will took a deep breath and steeled himself for his fate.
He walked across the garden to the house the leaders shared and went
upstairs to their bedroom.

He was still wearing the green apron he had worn at Jason's and, oddly,
pulled his chef's out of his pocket and put it on.  It was his work uniform
and Will subconsciously thought that it gave him a look of authority.  He
tapped nervously at the door and went in.

They were having late night drinks.  Bob was sitting on a couch with the
twins and Randy was sprawled in a chair.  "Hello, William," Bob said.
"Everything OK now with Jason and Ben?"

"Yes thank you, sir, they're just fine."

Randy looked up at him.  "So, boy, what have you ...?"

"Sir, before you say anymore I want to apologize."  His words tumbled out
in a rush.  "What I did when you arrived at Jason's house was way out of
line.  I should never have blocked the door and spoken to you the way I
did.  I mean, you're the boss of the tribe and I'm just a junior chef."

"Look, kid ..."

"No please let me explain, sir.  I was trying to take care of Ben and
things were starting to go well – they were on the bed together.  But I
thought when you arrived there would be a big fight and everything would
get messed up.  I mean, you know how you are, sir."  He winced, "Oh no,
sorry sir ... I didn't mean to say that ... it came out all wrong.

"Anyway, I know that's not a good excuse ... there is no excuse for the way
I defied you and I know I'll get punished.  All I can say is ... I'm sorry,
sir."  He winced as he trailed off helplessly, straightened his hat over
his tangled red hair and nervously smoothed down his apron.

Randy pulled himself to his feet, towered over the fidgety boy and stared
into his freckled face.  Will looked up at the big boss and braced for what
came next.  There was a tense silence ... and Randy's face creased in a
smile that quickly became a roaring laugh.  "You are priceless, Red, you
know that.  Come here ..."  Will walked forward, Randy spread his arms wide
and wrapped them tight round the surprised boy.

Randy kissed him hard on the lips, then pulled back, held him at arm's
length and smiled at him.  "Listen up, Red.  I'm not mad at you, far from
it.  I gotta thank you for taking care of my kid brother.  I've had the
whole story now and I know how you stood by him while he was going through
that shit with Jason.  You were a real pal to him, solid as a rock.

"As for the fireman, he's a fucking hero, the way him and his guys put
their lives on the line fighting those damn fires.  I hear that he lost one
of his buddies so of course he was shell-shocked and distant when he got
back to civilization.

"From what I hear you stood up to him too and spoke up for Ben.  And it's
mostly thanks to you that Jason finally broke down and made his peace with
Ben.  As for me, charging in like a raging bull, you're damn right about
that too.  If I'd got into that bedroom I'd have probably beaten up Jason
and terrified Ben. It was only you standing there, Red, that avoided a shit
load of trouble."

"Thank you, sir," Will said.

"Tell me one thing, kid.  Did you really think you could stop me?  What
would you have done if I'd shoved you out of the way?"

"Oh, I was bluffing, sir.  I'd have caved.  I knew there was nothing I
could do if you got physical."

"But that's where you're wrong, Red.  I'm a hell of a lot bigger and
stronger than you but I've seen smaller guys bring down a bully like me.
See, the bully's blinded by anger so you just stick your leg out and trip
him up.  And when he's on the ground you kick him in the balls, hard as you
can.  We'll practice it next time I get you in the gym – well, except
for the kicking in the balls bit.  I'll fuck you instead, OK?"  Randy
grinned to the twins.  "OK with you guys?"

"Whatever you say, sir," Kyle grinned.  "Come here, kiddo."  They threw
their arms round him in a group hug and Kevin said, "We're so proud of you,
Will – proud that you're our boy."

"That goes for me too, William."  Will turned to face Bob who also hugged
him.  "You're actions were an example to the whole tribe.  And I take my
hat off to anyone who can get the better of this big lug.  I've been trying
to do it for years.  And talking of hats, why don't you take yours off, and
your apron and join us in a last drink?

Randy reached out, whisked off the chef's hat and ruffled Will's hair.
Will pulled off his apron and sat on the couch between the twins, feeling
happier than he had ever been.  They drank and chatted a bit more until it
was time for bed.

But Randy frowned.  "There's just one thing bother's me.  I mean, this kid
is kinda scary, the way he stood up to me.  I won't feel safe at night with
him on the loose so I want him under strict supervision.  Kyle, Kevin, he's
your boy and your responsibility, so I want him in your room tonight and
don't let him out of your sight.  Tie him down if necessary.  Think you can
do that?"

The twins looked at each other and Kevin said, "Hmm, thing is, sir, Kyle
and me are kinda in a horny mood.  We planned on fucking a lot."

"Hell, ain't you guys got no imagination?  So fuck the boy.  That's what
boys are for, to get fucked by their masters.  The kid's got a real sweet
ass – and I speak from experience."

"That's all well and good, sir," Kyle said, "but we have a rule never to
force Will to do anything he don't want to.  So, Will, Randy wants you to
sleep with us all night, which means that when Kev and me make love you'd
kinda get caught in the crossfire and get your ass fucked – a lot.  But
of course, if you don't want that ..."

"Seriously, sir?  You can ask me a question like that?"  Then he saw the
exchange of smiles between the four men and blushed.  "You're playing with
me, aren't you, sirs?  I can't never tell when you're teasing."

"Dammit, Red, for a kid who's quick on his feet putting me in my place you
can be slow on the uptake sometimes.  Something else we gotta work on, you
and me."

"OK," Will smiled.  "You're the boss, sir."

"Really?" Randy grinned.  "Sometime I wonder ..."

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

WILL CLEARS HIS SCHEDULE

Will's dog Norman lay in his basket and kept one eye open watching the
action on the bed, his master sandwiched between the guys who looked
exactly alike.  Norman was always puzzled by what the three boys were doing
– all he could tell was that there was a lot of action, a lot of limbs
and a lot of heavy breathing.  But he always sensed his master's joy and
shared it, so it was with a contended sigh that Norman eventually closed
both eyes and fell asleep.

After so much heavy action they all slept soundly and Will had no trouble
waking up early, ready for work.  He slid out of bed, went to the kitchen
in the apartment he shared with the twins, and made coffee.  "Rise and
shine, sirs," he said cheerily and placed the tray of coffee and warm
croissants on the bed.  "And thank you for last night."

Kyle rubbed his eyes and grinned.  "Ah, just following the big boss's
orders, Will.  Couldn't have you wandering around in the night and beating
up on Randy again."

"Take no notice, Will.  My silly brother is just kidding."

"I knew that, sir.  I'm not always so clueless."

They showered together and went down to the main kitchen to start on the
buffet breakfast they always prepared for all the guys in the house.  As
they worked Kyle said, "We hear that you'll be going away for a few days.
Jason has invited you to go with him and Ben up the coast to Mark's beach
shack in the dunes.  Sounds exciting."

"It would have been, sir, but I can't go.  See?"  He pointed to the
whiteboard.  "I got a gig on Saturday, helping Tommy cook lunch for Steve
and Lloyd and two of their buddies."

The twins glanced at each other in that wordless communication they had
perfected and Kevin went to the whiteboard.  "We can soon take care of
that."  He wrote beside the date, `Twins to sub for Will.'  We can easily
do the gig, kiddo, and clear your schedule.  Saturday's a slow day here so
we'd love to go up there and work with Tommy."

"And maybe work on him afterwards," Kyle grinned.

"Really, sir?" Will asked.  "I hadn't asked you for the time off `cos I
knew I had to work."

"Listen Will," Kevin said.  "This will be a big break for Jason, time for
him to heal after the fires, and we know he would like to thank you for
helping him and Ben get back together.  You can't disappoint them.  And
you'll have a blast with your best friend Ben."

"Well, if you say it's OK, sirs.  I already made up the menu for Steve's
lunch and bought some of the stuff, so ..."

"So it's settled," Kyle said firmly.  "It'll be good for you to get away
for a few days.  Go have fun."

Will broke the good news to Ben who was already in high spirits.  He and
Jason certainly were making up for lost time, spending a lot of time in
bed, then working out together in Jason's patio gym.  The workout consisted
mostly of Ben watching and hero-worshipping the muscle-jock fireman as he
perfected his already perfect physique.

Ben, plus Jason, plus a mirror made for a perfect combination.  There was
something about Jason getting off on himself in the mirror that excited
Ben.  Which turned on Jason even more, knowing that Ben was admiring him
admiring himself.  And of course when the sweaty jock finished he was horny
and his boy was right there to satisfy his carnal needs.  Ben would sure
have a lot to tell his buddy Will.  He couldn't wait.

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

ROAD-TRIP TALES

Next morning saw the noisy send-off.  They were going in Jason's big truck
with plenty of space in the back for three surfboards.  It promised to be a
hot day so they were all wearing board shorts – Jason shirtless, Ben in
a tank top and Will wearing his favorite T-shirt. Randy had given him one
of his own old T's, which was far too big for Will and hung loosely over
his frame.

The twins were taking care of Norman while Will was gone, and while they
helped the two boys excitedly load all their gear and supplies Randy and
Bob pulled Jason aside.  "Man," Randy said, "you know how I admire guys who
are strong and tough, and I gotta say that the stuff you went through in
those wildfires makes you a fucking hero in my eyes.

"I don't often admit I was wrong, but I was way out of line thinking you
had neglected my little brother.  Hell, who wouldn't have been remote and
shell-shocked after battling that inferno!  The tribe's duty is to close
ranks round one of its own who's hurting and support him, not beat up on
him as I was gonna do till young Will stopped me. Dammit, Jason, you are
one hell of a guy and I'm glad that Ben is your boy."

Randy gave him a bear hug, then Bob shook his hand warmly.  "The whole
tribe is proud of you, Jason.  Anything we can do to help, you just have to
say the word.  And Doctor Steve is always there, you know."

"Thanks guys.  Yeah, I might go see Steve when we get back.  It's still
tough trying to get my mind round the loss of our buddy out there and I
still get flashbacks.  But seriously, coming home to all you guys helps
more than any therapist can.  And especially having my boy Ben in my bed.
I love that kid, and I promise, guys, I'll take good care of him and Will
for you."

Bob chuckled.  "I have a feeling it's you who'll be taken care of by those
boys, which is as it should be."

"Trouble is, Bob, like most firefighters the hardest thing I have to deal
with is to accept help from other people because for so long I've been the
one helping people.  It's my job."

"Well, just wait and see what the boys have to say about that," Bob smiled.

Just before they left Eddie came skidding out to them.  "Couldn't let you
guys leave without saying goodbye.  And guess what!  Tomorrow Hassan has to
go up to a meeting at Vandenberg Air Force base.  It's only twenty minutes
up the highway from the dunes so he's gonna drop me off at Zack's shack,
then come back later to join me there.  So we'll be neighbors, dudes."

With that prospect ringing in their ears they finally took off.  On the
truck's front bench seat Ben sat proudly in the middle with his master
Jason on one side driving, and his best pal Will on the other by the
window.  They were all feeling good as they drove north on the coast road
with the ocean sparkling on their left.  As the miles sped by Jason finally
began the healing process and left the memory of the fires mostly behind
him.  The news that the fires were now almost fully contained certainly
helped.

He smiled as the boys chatted amiably beside him and for a while he was
content to just concentrate on the road and let their words flow over him.
But then he saw a sign for a turnoff and said, "Hey, kids, you know what
this is?  Whenever Mark brings Jamie up here this is where they turn off
and drive into the sage brush.  Mark stops the truck, they get out, he
pulls down the tailgate and lifts Jamie onto it.  He throws the boy's legs
in the air and fucks him."

He looked at them and they grinned expectantly.  "Nah," Jason said.  "Not
this trip.  Let's keep going.  I need to just chill on the beach."  After a
few minutes he added, "Damn hot, though, the macho cop fucking the blond
surfer on the truck in the middle of nowhere."  The boys looked out the
window and their dicks got hard in their shorts as they pictured the
pornographic image. "It's become part of the tribe's folklore," Jason said.
"Damn there are so many stories.'

Their minds began turning over their own stories and Will asked Jason,
"Sir, how did you get to hook up with the tribe?"

"Oh, that's one of the hot stories, Will, in more ways than one.  It was
all because of the twins.  One day they decided to cook outdoors and
unwisely set up the barbecue under a tree.  The leaves on the lower
branches caught fire and sparks caught the surrounding brush alight.  They
called us in a panic and we got there soon enough to contain it as a small
brush fire.

"When we had it out the crew left me here to dampen down hot spots.  It was
blazing hot so as I walked around I took off my shirt and that's when the
twins gasped.  Seeing me stripped to the waist they recognized me from the
August page of that fireman's calendar."

Again Jason had sent their pulses racing and the boys instinctively reached
over and rubbed each other's bulges as he continued his story.  "The twins
offered me a beer and I realized how gorgeous they were.  I told them to
take off their shirts and when I saw their bodies, damn, we were off to the
races.  I asked if they wanted some action and unzipped my uniform pants."

In the truck Ben and Will were so turned on they did likewise.  They
unlaced each other's shorts, pulled out their cocks and stroked each other
as Jason went on painting his erotic picture.

"In no time the twins were on their knees taking turns to wrap their mouths
round my cock, driving me crazy."  Jason reached over, pulled Ben's left
hand toward him and put it on his bulge.  "Of course it didn't stop there.
Soon I was staring at their flawless identical butts debating which to fuck
first.  Man that was a trip.  Imagine – a shirtless fireman, streaked
with sweat and dirt, fucking identical twins one after the other."

Ben sure was imagining it as he unlaced Jason's board shorts and wrapped
his hand round Jason's cock on his left and Will's on his right.

"Man did I pound ass that day.  But I had just shot my load in Kevin's ass
when everything suddenly ground to a halt `cos a cop showed up.  It was
Mark and he went apeshit seeing me fuck the boys of the man he loved, Bob.
He handcuffed the twins to a tree then ripped off his shirt and came for
me.  We got in a major knock-down drag-out fight.  Damn, Darius should a'
been there to film that, a bare-chested cop and fireman wrestling on the
ground."

Ben was so turned on by the thought that he pounded both cocks harder while
Will jerked Ben's.

"Finally Mark had me pinned and we stared at each other. Up to then I was
strictly a top man but as I looked up at that Greek-God face I knew what
was gonna happen.  For the first time I felt a cock in my ass as the cop
slammed his into me.  It hurt like crazy and he pounded me good but as I
looked in his eyes I wanted it – I craved the cop's rod in my ass.  It
was making me cum ... I felt his jizz streaming in my ass and I screamed as
my own cock erupted in the most spectacular orgasm I had ever had
... aaagh!"

The triple shouts of Jason and the boys filled the cab of the truck as
semen blasted from their cocks and splashed down on their heaving chests.

It took a while for their breathing to subside and they shoved their cocks
back in their shorts.  Jason put both hands on the wheel, smiled as he
looked at the road ahead and remembered.  "Right after that Bob showed up
and calmed things down as he always does.  He told me to call my crew to
pick me up. He looked at my badge and said he knew my fire station and
would look me up.  He did, we fucked, Randy found out and he fucked me –
and I was one of the tribe."

Jason turned and smiled at the wide-eyed boys.  "Like I said, kids, a lot
of hot stories in this tribe.  This one was as good as the one where Mark
fucks Jamie on the truck.  Only difference with us is we didn't even have
to pull off the highway."

The boys chuckled and soon laughter was filling the cab.  Their holiday had
begun."

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

FLASHBACKS

The triple hand-job had released any remaining tension in Jason – for
now anyway.  The rest of the journey was spent with smiles and quiet
reminiscences and a deeper intimacy between the fireman and the two boys.

But the tranquility didn't last.  It was broken by an incident that
occurred just before they reached Guadalupe.  In the distance behind them
they heard the faint sounds of a siren that grew louder and louder and
Jason pulled over to a stop.  An ambulance sped past with sirens blaring
and lights flashing.

The boys saw Jason clench his jaw and grip the steering wheel hard. "Ben
looked anxiously at Will then at Jason.  "Are you OK, sir?"

"What?  Yeah, yeah sure, kiddo.  I still get flashbacks triggered by stuff
like that siren and the lights.  Takes me right back there."  There was a
long silence as they sat in the truck by the roadside.  The boys knew they
should stay quiet.  Then Jason said softly, as if to himself, "How come
Chuck's gone and I'm still here, alive and well?"

Ben squeezed his hand and Jason turned to him with tears in his eyes.  "I
keep running over it in my head, Ben – if I had seen the danger sooner,
got him out quicker he would still be ..."

"Sir, I don't think you should beat yourself up like this.  We'll be at the
dunes soon and me and Will are gonna take care of you.  Would you like me
to drive, sir?"

"Nah, I'll be OK, kid.  But boy, am I glad you're here!"

Jason put the truck in gear, pulled back onto the highway and they drove
the rest of the way in a tense silence.  Ben looked at Will who nodded
slightly to him.  They both understood what their job was this trip – to
take care of Jason.

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

"WHATEVER YOU NEED, SIR

At last they pulled off the highway and bumped along the sandy track that
ran along behind the dunes to the remote spot where Jason pulled up behind
the old beach shack.  Mark had once bought it from a fellow cop and later
given it to Jamie who now technically owned it.  But it was always
understood that it was available to anyone in the tribe who needed to get
away for a few days rest and relaxation.  And Jason sure fitted that
description.

It was by chance that two miles further down the beach there was a similar
shack owned by Zack.  It was a hideaway that Zack had fled to years ago
when his life had taken a turn for the worse and he was a mess.  One day he
had saved Mark and his boys from a boating accident and later met Randy and
Bob ...  And he was now one of the senior men of the tribe.

Ben and Will loved the stories of the dunes related by Bob.  He had told
them that from the 1920's to 40's there had been a group of artists called
the Dunites living in shacks along the beach and in the dunes.  These two
shacks remained from those years and Randy always said that the men of the
tribe were worthy successors to the free-living and free-loving Dunites.

But as they climbed out of the truck now Ben and Will forgot about the
Dunites and focused solely on Jason.  He helped them unload the surfboards
and haul their gear round to the front of the shack but the boys could see
that his eyes were still dull and lifeless with none of the spark of that
earlier silliness when they had laughed at their sex games as they drove.

Jason unlocked the shack and they hauled their stuff inside.  Then the wind
seemed to go out of Jason and he sat hunched on the bed.  Ben knelt in the
floor in front of him.  As Will watched from behind he noticed a new
decisiveness in the often shy Ben, a determined set to the jaw as he faced
his dejected master.

"Sir, now that we're here, here's what's gonna happen.  Like I said before,
me and Will are gonna take care of you.  Anything you want, you got it.
You wanna eat, we'll cook ... you wanna play, we'll play ... you wanna be
alone, we'll leave you alone.  I love you, sir, I'm your boy and a boy has
to take care of his man.  And right now, I'm the boss."

Jason looked up at him and smiled.  He leaned forward and pressed their
faces against each other cheek to cheek.  OK, kid, I'm in your hands.  Er,
what you just said, that list ... it didn't include `if you wanna drink'
... as in beer."

"Coming right up, sir," Will said cheerfully.  He pulled a beer from the
cooler they had brought and said, "You wanna sit on the porch, sir?"  Jason
went out to the porch and sat back in one of the Adirondack chairs.  He
took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled slowly.  He took a long draft of
beer, then closed his eyes.  He listened to the boys' low excited voices as
they tidied the shack and he knew he was in exactly the right place for
what he needed.

As the boys worked unpacking and setting things up Ben said, "Dude, I'm so
glad you're here.  Somehow you give me courage, especially when I remember
how you barred the door to Randy.  And he didn't punish you or anything?"

"There's a lot more to Randy that a lot of guys don't see," Will said.
"Except Bob of course, he sees everything and that's why he's so crazy in
love with him.  And hell, you know what this shack must have looked like
before Randy got to work on it?  Those Dunites were kinda primitive, happy
but primitive – no electricity, real basic plumbing, no proper kitchen.
Your big brother came in and did a whole number on the shack, then helped
Zack do the same to his."

"Yeah, I noticed the floor length mirrors in the bedroom.  My brother, I
guess."

"Oh sure.  Eddie told me that Randy did that to every bedroom in the tribe.
He figures that every guy would be wanting to fuck and watch themselves
doing it."

"Yeah," Ben laughed, "and he sure got that right."

They heard a dull thud from outside and went out on the porch.  Jason had
dozed off, his face fallen to one side, and the half-empty beer bottled had
slipped out of his hand onto the deck.  Will stooped to pick it up and the
sound made Jason jerk awake.  He opened his eyes, disoriented for a second,
then grinned.  "Must have nodded off.  More tired than I thought.  Funny,
when you finally get to relax and let all the stress drain away exhaustion
really kicks in."

"Sir, would you like to lie down?" Ben asked.

"You know what I would like, kiddo.  I'd like to lie in the sun and breathe
in the fresh sea air instead of smoke."

"Done," Ben smiled.  He and Will pulled out the biggest blanket they had
and spread it on the sand in front of the porch, scooping up a small pile
of sand underneath for his head. They found Jason's Speedo briefs and he
took off his board shorts and put them on.  He stood up and stretched and
the boys stared up in awe at the magnificent body clad only in dark blue
Speedos.

He stepped down off the porch, flopped back on the blanket and rested his
head back with a huge sigh.  "You going for a walk, guys?"

"If you want us to leave you alone, sure, sir," Ben said.  "But we were
thinking we'd stay here while you slept in case you need anything."

Jason smiled.  "Good, I was hoping you'd say that.  You're such a good kid.
Yeah, I'd like to feel you both close to me.  And maybe I will need
something.  Never know.

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

WET DREAM?

Now that their gear was stowed, the shack was tidy and Will had prepped the
food for lunch, the boys could relax.  They got a couple of beers and sat
on the porch, like a pair of young guardian angels looking down at Jason as
he slept, his superb body sprawled on the blanket on the sand.

"Dude," Will said, "Jason is such a beautiful man – that body, that
face.  He's even more handsome than his picture in the calendar."

"Yeah," Ben said, "but you know some of the guys think that's all he is.
You know how he gets off looking at himself in the mirror when he's working
out.  Well some guys think that makes him superficial.  But you know how
you said there's a lot more to Randy than the guys see, all except for Bob
and that's why he loves him so much.  Well it's the same with me and Jason.
I see stuff in him that no one ever does, and he's as beautiful inside as
he is outside.

"You know," Will said, "something I've learned since I came to the tribe is
that we're wrong when we look at a relationship between two guys and think
we understand it.  You can't know it all unless you're inside it.  Only the
two guys know how it really works – that's why we should never judge a
relationship from the outside."

They chatted comfortably in this way, solving the problems of the world,
for some time, when they saw Jason jerk and shudder in his sleep muttering
short sounds.  Ben looked concerned but Will said, "He's prob'ly dreaming.
My dog Norman does that, jumps and twitches and woofs softly in his sleep.
I always think he's dreaming about chasing a cat."

"Yeah but ... I don't wanna wake him up, but if he's having a bad dream
about the fires ..."  Ben got up and stepped down off the porch onto the
sand.  Will watched as he knelt beside Jason, leaned forward and kissed him
lightly on the cheek.  The twitching stopped, a brief smile crossed Jason's
face and he moaned softly in his sleep.

Ben gazed down at the handsome face and brushed his lips over Jason's
half-open lips.  Again Jason moaned and stirred a little.  Ben looked up
and beckoned to Will.  He came down and knelt on the other side of Jason
facing Ben waiting for his cue.

Ben looked down and saw the pale red lines that still showed faintly on
Jason's chest from when Ben had whipped him with his belt.  He bent down
again and ran his tongue gently along the marks.  Will copied his friend
and soon the two boys were licking the muscular contours of the fireman's
chest.

Still Jason did not wake – he was in the deep sleep of total exhaustion.
So the boys were emboldened to do more.  Ben kissed his face all over while
Will licked his neck before moving down to take turns licking the beads of
sweat from the hollow below his Adam's apple.  They grinned at each other
and moved down his chest to his abs where they licked the clefts between
the washboard ridges.

They came at last to his waist and the top of his briefs.  They grinned at
each other and Ben whispered, "Let's go for it dude."

"OK, but real, real careful."

With their fingertips they touched the Speedos and slowly, carefully pulled
them down in short jerks.  They paused when Jason stirred and moaned, but
as soon as he settled again they went back to work until they exposed the
tip of his cock.  They carefully pulled the sides of the briefs down to
reveal the rest of the fireman's cock, his pubic hair and then, at last,
his balls.

They stared down in awe at the long cock stretching up diagonally from the
tangle of blond pubes and resting on his tanned flesh.  They smiled at each
other again and Will whispered "sshh".  They stretched out their tongues
and touched the long shaft with the tips, moving slowly up and back, and
paused excitedly when they felt movement under the skin."

"This is incredible, dude," Ben said softly.  "OK, let's do it."  They
licked harder and even brushed the head with their lips.  When the
fireman's cock was semi erect they gave each other a light congratulatory
kiss above the head, then went back to work.

They moved down to the balls, licking them on both sides, then buried their
faces in the nest of blond pubes.  Will kept licking the balls while Ben
worked on the cock, running his tongue from the base right up to the head.

Suddenly the cocked reared up slightly, hard now, and Jason moaned loudly.
They pulled back as his hand jerked and rose as if to touch his cock.  They
held their breath as the arm stayed poised ... and then flopped back down
on the blanket like the leaden limbs of dreams.

The boys looked at each other uncertainly and Will smiled.  "I say go for
it, dude.  I don't think he'll wake up.  It'll be like he's dreaming.  Look
..."  He pointed at the tip of Jason's cock that was oozing a fine thread
of pre-cum.  Ben caught it on the tip of his tongue then said, "Hold his
cock, Will.  Careful."

Will touched his cock lightly and raised it gently.  Ben slowly slid his
mouth over the head and paused as Jason moaned louder this time.  But he
subsided and Ben went for the gold.  He kept his mouth open wide as he
lowered it right down to Jason's pubes, paused then pulled back up.

"Mmmm," Jason moaned and stirred but he didn't wake.  Ben sucked more
boldly and the boys were treated to the erotic sight of the sleeping
fireman's muscles rippling as his magnificent body writhed slowly beneath
them as if he were dreaming.

"You can do it without waking him, dude," Will whispered, "I know you can.
I'll help." Will moved up to Jason's chest, leaned down and touched his
nipple with the tip of his tongue.  "Mmmm ..." Again the near-naked fireman
stirred and it seemed that his dream was intensifying.

Ben didn't dare to suck the whole length of his cock again so he worked on
the head, opening his mouth over it and bathing it in warm air, then
carefully licking the hard sensitive corona at its base.  Will matched his
buddy by licking Jason's nipples harder.

The sleeping fireman writhed and his breathing became heavy.  "Almost
there" Will whispered.  Suddenly Jason's body jerked and he sighed deeply
as his semen spurted in his boy's mouth.  Ben swallowed it down, then
pulled off and gestured for Will to take over.  Will lowered his mouth over
the head just in time to catch the second spurts of cum and gulped it down.

Feeling sure he would wake now the boys pulled back, held their breath and
watched.  The muscular body jerked a few more times, but Jason didn't wake.
Instead he finally subsided with a deep sigh and a smile on his face.  He
settled back into a deep sleep that the boys could swear was more peaceful
than before.

Will gave Ben a thumbs up and they grinned at each other triumphantly.
They waited a few more minutes to make sure he was fast asleep again and
then carefully pulled his Speedo briefs back up, covering up the splashes
of cum on his cock.

Ben kissed Jason softly on the cheek and they returned to the porch and
settled back with their beers, smug in the feeling of a job well done.

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

LOOKING FORWARD

The boys loved gazing down at the handsome fireman, or the sleeping beauty
as Will dubbed him irreverently.  And it was quite a while before he
finally stirred.  He winced as he flicked a sand fly from his face and
opened his eyes.  Dazzled by the sun he closed them again, then flicked the
same fly from his chest.  Disoriented at first, he was finally awake and
looked over at the porch where the boys were sitting where he had left
them.

"Feeling better, sir?"  Ben grinned.

"Yeah ... yeah actually a whole lot better.  I feel great."  He brushed
sand from his chest and abs and stopped when he touched his damp speedos.
Damn, what's this?"

The boys came down and stood beside him.  He grinned, slightly embarrassed.
"Shit I think I had a wet dream.  Long time since I had one of those.
Yeah, I remember now.  It was like two guys were working me over, sucking
me off and ..."

He shielded his eyes from the sun and stared up at them, both with wide
mischievous grins on their faces.  Dammit ... you little monsters, it was
you.  It wasn't a dream was it?  But it was in a way ... it sure felt like
it, the hottest dream a guy ever had."  Jason jumped to his feet and put
his arms round both of them.  "Boys, you sure know how to make a beat-up
fireman feel good."

Ben grinned, "Sir, you're my hero and I'm your boy. I said we would take
care of you, so we did."

"All part of the service, sir," Will grinned.

Jason frowned.  "Ah yeah, the service.  As I recall your words, Ben, you
said, `you wanna play, we'll play ... you wanna eat, we'll cook'.  Well
you've had your fun, and I am fucking starved."

"No problem there, sir," said Will.  "We've already prepped it.  Lunch in
twenty minutes."

There was a whole new lightness to Jason that was contagious.  Gone were
thoughts of fires and flashbacks.  Jason was truly relaxed, his old fun
self, and the holiday stretched before them.

It was a noisy lunch – laughing with their mouths full, until suddenly
Jason's cell phone rang.  He looked at it puzzled.  "It's Miguel.  Hey
amigo, what's up?  Yeah, just fine ... sure ..."  It was quite a long
conversation, with Jason mostly listening and throwing in the occasional
"uh-huh".  It ended with Jason saying, "Yeah sure no problem.  They'll be
in Zack's shack, right?  OK, bro, thanks for the heads up.  And don't
worry, amigo.  It'll be fine."

He shut the phone off and said, "Seems Miguel's having more problems with
his boy Finn.  You know he took him on `cos the boy was a challenge, him
being an ex-hustler and all.  Well for some reason the boy's been playing
up real bad and Miguel wants a short break.  Darius stepped in and offered
to take the boy off Miguel's hands for a few days and bring him up
here. They'll be here tomorrow afternoon and stay in Zack's shack.

"Sounds to me that a dose of Darius is just what the kid needs.  Darius is
not Zack's boy for nothing.  He's become as tough as Zack and don't take no
bullshit from anyone."

Will said, "And don't forget, sir, Eddie mentioned that him and Hassan will
be dropping by too."

Ben was frowning.  "Sir, I worry about you.  This was supposed to be your
time to rest quietly."

"Oh, we can still be alone if we want to kiddo.  That don't change.  We're
a couple and we can do whatever you want to.  Like you said, you're the
boss.  But it's about time I rejoined the land of the living – and I'm
ready thanks to you two."

"Thank you, sir," Ben smiled. "How about you, Will?"

"Like Jason said, dude, it don't have to change anything with us.  But it
might be fun, add a little spice to our trip.  Finn's always seemed like a
wild card to me and it'll be interesting to see how Darius handles him.  I
might learn something, like how to handle you, Ben, when you get uppity and
play the `boss's-kid-brother' card."

"Fuck you, dickhead," Ben laughed.

Jason grinned, "Now play nice boys or I may end up having to manhandle
you."

"Yes please, sir," the boys said in unison.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial of Strength" – Chapter 451

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