Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2012 18:41:17 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 122  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 122
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  Mark and Jamie sleep in the dunes, so Nate is alone in the shack for one
erotic night.  "The messy room was all Mark and Jamie ... their discarded
clothes, used shorts, underwear, tank-tops, dirty socks, sneakers.  Nate
lay in the very sheets they had made love in, fucked in, sweated in,
stained with their juices."  Later, Nate drinks the juice of the most
beautiful man he has ever met.  "It was nectar from a God."

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

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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH --  Chapter 122 -- "A Taste of Manhood"

Nate's sudden appearance in the dunes had been as unexpected as it had been
dramatic.  Mark had rescued him from two young thugs who were beating him
up after discovering him jerking off as he watched Mark and Jamie making
love outside their shack.  The muscular, blond cop was the most beautiful
man Nate had ever seen and was now, of course, his hero.

Turned out that Nate was a young Australian, 21, on vacation in Southern
California.  He was shy, pretty much a loner and, amazingly, said he had
never been with another man, though he beat off a lot reading erotic
stories about them.  Handsome kid, Mark thought, in a young,
innocent-looking way with big, round, brown eyes that shone with honesty
and more than a trace of humor.  A trim swimmer's body ... slim, nicely
proportioned.

When Mark had brought Jamie up to the shack in the Guadalupe Dunes he had
expected to be alone with him, but now, he thought, Nate might turn out to
be just what he was looking for.  For some time he had been concerned that
Jamie spent most of his time in the house and, although he got on well with
the other boys, he had nobody of his age as a special friend.

So Mark had had a satisfied smile on his face as he gazed out to sea and
watched the boys surfing.  `The boys' ... he liked the sound of that.
Jamie seemed to have taken an instant liking to Nate, who shared his love
of surfing.  And it wasn't long before the boys' conversation turned to
sex.  Nate had been really turned on watching Mark fuck Jamie and dwelt on
the subject with such intensity that Jamie asked Mark if he could do
something about it.

Even though their friendship was new, Mark had given his approval.  And so
Jamie had carefully, tenderly, become the first man ever to make love to
Nate, the first man ever to cum inside his ass.  Mark had watched in awe as
his boy Jamie came into manhood, taking Nate into a magical new world that
would change his life.

Afterwards as he lay in Jamie's arms Nate thought he had died and gone to
heaven.  Then Jamie's voice had brought him back to earth.  "You did great,
dude.  Take it from me, you always remember your first time.  We're gonna
have a great time up here ... and you wait `til you meet the guys I live
with.  Shit, you're never gonna want to leave."

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

Nate's only response was to gaze lovingly into Jamie's smiling blue eyes.
It had been a life-changing experience for the shy young man, and he knew
one thing beyond a doubt ... he was in love.  He squeezed Jamie in his arms
and held on tight.

Faced with this naked display of total adoration Jamie had no idea what to
do.  He looked up at Mark and opened his eyes wide with a look of "what
now?" helplessness.

Seeing Nate's intensity Mark knew exactly what was happening and moved
quickly to defuse the situation.  "Hey," he said cheerfully.  "Why don't
you guys go and clean off in the ocean.  Take your boards with you."

Reluctantly Nate loosened his grip on the magical Jamie, who sprang to his
feet.  "Just what we need, mate," he said, laughing as he mimicked Nate's
accent and the Australian `mate.'  "Come on dude, show me again what you
Aussies can really do on a surfboard."  His enthusiasm was infectious and
in a few seconds the boys were running back down to the waves with their
boards under their arms.

Mark walked back up to the deck of the shack, popped open a beer and
slumped in a chair.  "Oh shit," he murmured to himself, "I really fucked
that up.  This boy-rearing thing is harder than it looks."  He closed his
eyes and tried to focus.  He realized that in wanting Jamie to find a
friend he had seen Nate's sudden arrival from out of nowhere as just what
was needed.  Jamie had taken a liking to him and everything seemed to be on
track.

"But I pushed it too fast," Mark murmured.  "I should have known better
... I rushed it."  He had gone along with the suggestion that Jamie satisfy
Nate's curiosity and be the first man to fuck him, and it had sure been
thrilling to watch Jamie take over as a dominant young stud.  But it had
all been too soon and, of course, a young rookie like Nate would fall in
love with Jamie ... or feel sure that he had.  Who wouldn't?  Losing his
virginity to the gorgeous blond surfer was a sexual fantasy for anyone,
especially a sheltered guy like Nate ... of course he would imagine himself
in love.

Mark smiled as he remembered when he had been the first guy to fuck Jamie.
But he had wanted Jamie to fall in love with him, and of course Jamie had
... totally and forever.  But this was different.  He could see Jamie and
Nate as good buddies ... but any talk of love would screw that up
completely.  Mark sighed.  "I'll have to talk to them," he murmured.  He
started to doze and his thoughts wandered back to the bedroom where he had
first fucked Jamie's ass.  His memories soon drifted into dreams as he fell
asleep with a smile on his face.

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

"Hey, sir!"  Jamie's eager voice woke Mark up with a start.  "You dreaming
of me, sir?  Sure looks like it."  Mark opened his eyes and saw Jamie
staring down at his crotch, where his cock was rigid as a tent pole in his
shorts.

"Huh," Mark said groggily, "you must think you're pretty hot stuff, boy.
What makes you think it was dreams of you gave me this boner?"  Jamie
grinned and arrogantly cocked his head to one side.  Mark smiled.  "OK,
asshole, of course it was you.  I was dreaming of the first time I fucked
you."

Fully awake now he looked up at Jamie and Nate standing shoulder to
shoulder, still streaming with water, fresh from the surf.  And Mark's
previous concerns all came back to him.  "OK, guys, grab yourselves a beer
and sit down.  We gotta talk."

In a minute the two boys were sitting on the floor of the deck gazing up at
Mark leaning forward in his chair.  "Now ..."  Mark faltered, sighed, and
began again.  "Now, I want to talk about what happened a while ago when
... well, when you boys fucked.  Jamie, you told Nate that he would always
remember his first time and that's true.  But what's also true is that a
boy not only remembers his first guy ... he usually falls in love with him,
or thinks he has."

Mark's throat was getting dry and he took a swig of beer.  "Now I'm not
saying there's anything wrong with that, but when two guys are just
becoming friends it may not be, well, a good idea to ..."

"Sir..." Jamie tried to cut him off.

"Don't interrupt, kid, this isn't easy."  He stammered on.  "Like I was
saying ...see ... when two young guys find that they ... "  He frowned as
he saw the boys grinning at each other.  "What?" he asked.

Jamie was bursting to speak.  "Sir, you don't need to go into all that
... see, we've already done it.  Out there when we were sitting on our
boards, waiting for a wave ... and by the way, the surf's a bummer right
now, that's why we came in.  I mean when the waves don't ... "

"Jamie," Mark said impatiently.  "Cut to the chase, boy."

"Sorry sir.  What I was saying is that me and Nate, we've sorted all that
out.  Nate thinks he's fallen for me but we agreed that for now we're just
best buddies."

"Well," Nate added, a bit shyly, "I'm still sure that I'm in love with
Jamie, but he's right that it could bollocks up our friendship so I agreed
to cool it."

"Of course," Jamie added quickly, "we can still be fuck buddies sometimes,
can't we, sir, without the love thing?"

Mark was reeling, realizing that the boys were way ahead of him.  He felt
like a parent awkwardly trying to explain the facts of life to his kid when
it turns out the kid already knows them.  "Fuck buddies ... yeah, well I
guess that's OK ... I guess..."

"Don't worry sir, I'll still always be there whenever you want to fuck me,
sir."

"You bet your sweet ass you will, boy."

Nate laughed inwardly as he thought, "Me, too, sir ... me, too."  But that
was a fantasy.  It was already a dream come true to be spending a few days
with his gorgeous new buddy.

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

For the rest of the day Mark felt a vague but pleasant sense of relief.  He
was used to being constantly close to Jamie, but now he watched from a
distance as the two boys got to know each other.  Rather than keeping up
with Jamie's boyish enthusiasm he could now sit back, relax and watch Jamie
expend his youthful energy on a guy just as youthful.

And Mark was very impressed by the gentle but authoritative way Jamie
introduced Nate to the pleasures of male companionship, jogging with him,
swimming and laughing together ... lots of laughing.  Nate clearly looked
up to him, especially when Jamie began instructing him on work-out
techniques ... bench-press, dumbbells, chin lifts on the bar.

"You already got good abs, dude, and the start of decent pecs," Jamie said
in full gym-instructor mode.  "But you could use a bit more muscle and
definition.  That shouldn't take long .... just stick with me."

Stick with him!  Mark grinned to himself.  Wild horses couldn't drag that
kid away from Jamie right now."

Of course all that energy sharpened their appetite.  "We're starving, sir."
Mark took them to a restaurant that was a bit more up-market than the
previous one (or what passed for up-market in the unassuming village of
Guadalupe.)  Nate's initial hesitation about ordering and the table set-up
was soon engulfed in Jamie's torrent of questions about Australia.  Mark
was surprised to discover that in the past Jamie had surfed the Web a lot
on Australian cities and lifestyle so the conversation flowed rapidly
... with little input from Mark, though it gave him plenty of food for
thought.

Back at the beach darkness was starting to fall as the three of them
surveyed the clutter in the shack.  "So Nate," Mark said, "the room will be
all yours tonight.  I promised Jamie that he and I would sleep in the
dunes, under the stars.  He likes to do that up here.  Sorry the place is
such a mess ... our gear all over the place, and we haven't even put on
clean sheets from our last time here."

"I'll help you change the bed if you like," Jamie offered.  "There's clean
sheets in the closet ..." but Nate cut him off quickly.

"No, no, that's OK.  No worries, mate.  I can take care of it."  Nate was
disappointed not to be spending the night with Jamie but part of him
instinctively realized that this was Mark's subtle way of cooling the
sexual heat a bit.  And as he looked around at the rumpled sheets, clothes
strewn all over it, his cock was already hard.  Nate's impulsive objection
to anyone cleaning the room was lost on Jamie, but not on Mark, who smiled
to himself.  Yeah, he thought, the kid would have a great night.

Nate's enthusiasm overcame his shyness as he drove his point home.  "I mean
after all, sir.  It's your shack.  I'm just an overnight guest."

"Actually," Mark smiled, "the shack doesn't belong to me, but in a few
weeks it'll belong to Jamie.  I'm buying it and giving it to him.  So if
you want to thank anyone, it's Jamie."

Nate's eyes shone.  "Good on ya, mate.  That's awesome."  He held out his
hand to Jamie, who smiled at his Australian slang, ignored the hand and
took him into a hug.  "It's been a great day, Nate.  I'm glad you're here
with us.  Sleep well."

Mark grabbed a couple of blankets, threw his arm over Jamie's shoulder and
they were soon trudging over the dunes.  They found a remote spot, spread
out the blankets, threw off their clothes and lay together, feeling the
warmth of the sand through the blanket.  There was a comfortable silence,
which was broken by Jamie.

"Sir, there's just one thing, sir.  I mean, I've spent a lot of my time
with Nate today, talked to him a lot.  I hope you don't think I was
ignoring you, sir.  I mean usually we spend every minute with each other,
so I hope you're not ..."

"Jamie," Mark cut him off.  "That's just the point.  Usually we spend all
the time together, just you and me.  Don't get me wrong, I love that, but
this gives us a bit of breathing space and I love sitting back and watching
you guys get to know each other."  He took Jamie's face in his hands and
looked deep into his eyes.  "I'll tell you another thing, kiddo.  I have
never been more proud of you than I was today."

"Really, sir?"

"The kindness and respect you showed the new kid was awesome.  Here's this
shy, lonely kid in a new country, a bit nervous, unused to American ways,
and you totally took charge of him and put him completely at ease.  You
were awesome, Jamie.  And it wasn't just kindness.  It was your authority,
your ... I dunno ... pure masculinity that impressed the hell out of me.
And I don't mean only when you fucked him, although that was pretty
spectacular."

Jamie's eyes were sparkling.  "Thank you, sir.  It wasn't that hard.  I
mean, I really like Nate.  It's cool having a buddy like him.  And I think
he likes me."

"Are you kidding? ... he worships you.  Look Jamie, you know I'm in love
with you, but I'll tell you something.  It's one thing to love a boy, but
it's something real special to love a man, a beautiful young stud like you.
And tomorrow I'm gonna give my man a reward.  I have something special in
mind."

A slight frown crossed Jamie's face.  "But sir, does that mean ... like
... I mean I still want to be your boy, sir."

Mark grinned.  "OK, that does it.  There's that insecurity again.  I was
gonna make nice, gentle love to my new man, but now I see I'm gonna have to
teach my boy a lesson, with a good hard fuck instead."

Jamie's face relaxed into his mischievous smile.  "Any way you want it,
sir.  You know my ass is yours to take ... any way you want it."

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

While Mark and Jamie were making love under the stars Nate was in
wonderland.  As soon as he was alone he looked round the room and saw only
Mark and Jamie ... their discarded clothes scattered everywhere ... used
shorts, underwear, tank-tops, dirty socks and sneakers.  And the bed
... the rumpled sheets and the pillows that still bore the imprint of their
heads.  No, he thought, I don't want to clean up a thing.

He walked to the bed and picked up an old gray T-shirt.  It was big so it
had to be Mark's.  He held it to his nose and smelled the stink of sweat in
the armpits.  He imagined it stretched over that superb body, running with
sweat as he worked out.  He saw a pair of white boxer briefs and saw the
stains of residual piss in the crotch.  He sniffed it, licked it,
intoxicated with the taste and smell of the muscular cop's underwear.

What about Jamie?  He rummaged through the pile and pulled out a jock
strap, the frayed fabric worn thin from use.  Jamie's !  He pressed it to
his face and breathed in deeply.  That was the smell he remembered, the
smell of the young stud surfer who had fucked his virgin ass and held him
in his strong arms.  Aaaah!  He breathed deeply again and again until his
head swam with the smell of old cum stains and dried piss, the juices of
his beautiful friend, the guy he was in love with.

Nate quickly stripped naked and pulled on the jock, stretching it over his
balls and ass as Jamie must have done so many times.  He looked in the
floor-length mirror on the wall and tried to imagine Jamie stripped down to
the same jock.  His cock was raging hard through the thin fabric and he
pictured Jamie's big tool curled round inside it.

Suddenly he thought of something, an incident that Jamie had laughingly
described that had happened with him and Mark on the drive up here.  He had
to find it.  It had to be here.  Not on the bed ... on the floor?  Suddenly
he knew.  It was under Jamie's pillow.  He pulled out the soiled blank
tank-top, the one Jamie said Mark had been wearing when he had fucked him
on the tailgate of the truck.  The one he had sweated through and the one
Jamie had shot his huge load over as his master came inside him.

When Mark had taken it off, he had given it to Jamie, pressing it to his
face.  Nate now did the same and as he breathed deeply he almost creamed in
the jock.  The strong smell of the master's sweat and his boy's cum sent
Nate reeling.  It was almost as if he were there, watching as the god-like
cop in the black tank, pushed the young blond surfer onto the flatbed of
the truck, threw his legs in the air and pushed his huge dick through the
soft, downy fur into the young ass.

"Oh, God," Nate breathed as he saw the rugged bodybuilder hammering down on
the young ass, sweat dripping from his face, streaming from his neck and
armpits and soaking his tank so it clung to his sculpted chest.  And this
was the shirt!  Nate breathed in again and the stink of sweat was
overwhelming ... the sweat of the beautiful Greek God.

He fantasized about Mark grabbing Jamie's cock and yelling, "Cum for me,
boy," as he emptied his load inside his boy's ass and Jamie sprayed streams
of cum all over his master's shirt ... this shirt!  He took one more huge
breath of the cop's sweat and the surfer's juice and he screamed into the
gag of the shirt, "Fuck me, sir.  Please fuck me.  Shoot your juice in my
ass, over my body."  He lost all control.  He felt his cock spurting cum
into the jock he was wearing, Jamie's jock, until sticky cream oozed
through the thin fabric and ran down his leg.

Nate felt his heart would burst from his chest and he gasped in great gulps
of air.  He was in a dream world now, a world with only two men, Mark and
Jamie.  As if in a trance he shook open the tank, pulled it over his own
naked body and looked in the mirror.  It was Mark's shirt so it hung big on
him, but it was totally erotic, wrinkled, covered in sweat-stain patches
and streaks of dried cum.  He was wearing the master's shirt and the boy's
jock.

Master and boy.  He imagined them right now in the dunes, and he knew
exactly what they were doing.  He saw the cop's muscles gleaming in the
moonlight, flexing as his body rose and fell over his captive boy, his
beautiful ass impaled on his master's cock.  He imagined their moans of
ecstasy as they gazed at each other, imagined Mark's voice: "Feel the cop's
dick in your ass, boy.  You know it's gonna make you cum."  And suddenly
Nate was there.  In his fantasy he had taken Jamie's place and he was
gazing up at the cop's blue-gray eyes, feeling his cock sliding in his ass,
just as Jamie's had done to him earlier.

He focused again on the mirror image and saw on his own body Mark's tank
and Jamie's jock, master and boy, boy and master.  He couldn't separate the
two.  He imagined being fucked by Mark and then saw himself fucking Jamie.
He was spinning into a dream-world of confusion where he was out in the
dunes, fucking and being fucked.  Nate was beating his meat hard and his
fantasy suddenly narrowed onto the faces ... Mark, the Greek God smiling
down at Jamie, the beautiful young athlete.  They were smiling at him,
talking to him, yelling at him to cum.

And he did.  "Please, sir, fuck me," he screamed at Mark.  "I love you
Jamie!"  And he saw ribbons of his own white juice shooting away from him
and splashing into the mirror glass.  It seemed to never stop, thudding
against the glass and streaming down it, right to the floor.  He stared
into the mirror and saw Mark in his sweaty black tank and Jamie in his
cum-soaked jock.

But as his breathing subsided he blinked and it was like waking from a
dream, a dream he didn't want to leave.  But dreams have their own way of
lingering for a minute and then evaporating without a trace, and so did
this one.  Now the mirror image was himself, Nate ... a boy limp with
exhaustion.  He turned away and threw himself on the bed, onto the same
sheets that Mark and Jamie had slept on, leaving their scents and their
juices behind.

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

Exhausted as Nate was, sleep was hard to come by.  He lay in the very
sheets that Mark and Jamie had made love in, fucked in, sweated in.  He
turned over and buried his face in them, breathing in the very essence of
the two extraordinary men.  He tried to work out which pillow was which.
This one was Jamie's, of course, where he had found the black tank.  He lay
on his back and imagined how Jamie had lain right here, with Mark towering
over him, about to fuck him.  He imagined he was lying beside them,
watching the ecstasy on their handsome faces as they made love.

And so once more he jerked off, adding his cum to the dried semen already
staining the sheets.  Finally sleep overtook him.  And he dreamed
... dreamed that he saw again the two men making love.  And he was there
with them.  His cock poured with cum in his sleep ... a wet dream.  In
fact, as he inhaled the musky scent of the men, he had several wet dreams
that night and woke early in the sticky damp of his own semen.

It took him minutes to recover, to remember.  Suddenly he realized he was
still wearing Mark's tank and Jamie's jock.  "Shit," he said and jumped out
of bed.  He looked at his watch.  Five o'clock.  He relaxed ... much too
early for the guys to come back in.  He looked around at the messy shack.
Jamie's shack.  Jamie's!  Then he knew what he would do ... a small gift
for Jamie.  He stripped off the tank and jock, gathered the other dirty
clothes and the sheets and threw everything into the big laundry hamper.
His body became a ball of energy as he set about his task.

It took him several hours, including a trip outside to pick some dune
grasses ... carefully, not too much from one place ... he knew that.  His
task complete he waited and his heart leapt as he heard low voices
approaching.  The door opened, Mark and Jamie appeared and stopped in
astonishment.

"Wow," Jamie said.  "That is totally awesome, dude.  Never seen the place
look like this."  It was sparkling clean, neat, the bed freshly made, all
the sand swept from the floor, and a jug of tall dune grass decorating the
table.  Nate had found the grocery supplies Mark had brought with them and
there was a smell of freshly brewed coffee from the small stove to go with
the toast and cereal on the table.

"Nate, you didn't have to do all this," said Mark, thrilling the boy as he
squeezed his arm.

"Oh, I did, sir.  You said the house is as good as Jamie's so he has to
have nothing but the best.  It's my small contribution, and it wasn't that
hard.  As a matter of fact I enjoy cleaning.  My friends call me a `neat
freak'.  I'm always tidying up."  He laughed.  "Maybe I could make a living
at it."  A thought flashed through Mark's mind, but he dismissed it.  Nah,
the kid was only here for another week ... then he'd be thousands of miles
away.  Nah, forget it.

Suddenly Mark and Nate noticed something at exactly the same moment ... the
mirror, the one thing Nate had forgotten to clean, still streaked with
obvious cum stains.  He blushed deeply but Mark came and hugged him tight,
whispering in his ear, "Glad you had fun, Nate"

Then it was Jamie's turn to look concerned as he stared at the bed
... clean sheets and pillow cases replacing the old ones.  He hurried over
to the bed and felt under his pillow.  He sighed with relief as he felt
Mark's crumpled tank top underneath.  While all the other clothes had gone
into the hamper Nate had remembered to replace the shirt.  That one would
never be washed.  The two boys smiled quietly at each other ... their first
shared secret.

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

The rest of their stay in the dunes saw Jamie and Nate become closer, real
buddies, sharing their hopes, dreams and secrets as friends do.  Mark found
himself beaming as he watched the growing trust between the two.  He liked
the newcomer's openness and honesty, traits that Mark imagined were somehow
... Australian.  And of course he was bursting with pride at Jamie's
natural display of generosity and encouragement to the formerly shy young
loner.

Mark knew there was only one major act to play out.  He had promised a
reward to his boy and the opportunity came when Nate said to Jamie, "Hey,
mate, mind if I take run on the beach on my own.  I love the feeling of
being alone out there, the last bloke on earth."

"Go for it, dude," Jamie grinned.  "Gives me a chance to get re-acquainted
with the man I've been neglecting."

Nate was already a small figure receding into the distance as Mark said,
"OK, kid, time for the reward I mentioned ... and time for you to get some
exercise.  Here, chin lifts."  He stood at the edge of the deck and reached
up to the lintel bar above the entrance frame.  Effortlessly he pulled
himself up with multiple chin lifts, the strain on his muscles evident even
through his worn T-shirt.  Finally he dropped to his feet and said, "Let's
get serious about this," and he pulled off his T-shirt and shorts.

Jamie followed suit, dropping his surfer trunks, grinning at the hard cock
that sprang to attention.  One of his all-time big turn-ons was working out
naked with his master.  He took his turn at the bar and struggled to lift
himself as many times as he could, as Mark looked on with his own boner at
the sight of the lithe young muscles flexing hard.  Mark's turn came again,
but after a few pull-ups he suddenly stopped, standing on the wooden deck
with his arms still stretched upward holding onto the bar.

Jamie was standing behind him, mesmerized by the muscles rippling in the
broad V-shaped back.  Hell, Jamie thought, he's a Greek God even from
behind.  Impulsively he reached forward and touched Mark's rock-hard
shoulders, then ran his hands over the back, down the flared lats, tapering
down to the slim, tight waist.  Finally his palms came to rest on the hard
white globes of the gorgeous ass.  His breathing became ragged, his
heartbeats rapid.  In his trance he heard Mark's voice.

"That's it, man, that's your reward.  This trip you've shown me that my boy
has become a man, a virile young stud.  So show me ... show me how a real
man fucks.  Take me, stud ... take your master."

Jamie's legs almost buckled.  His master was telling him to fuck him!  He
looked at the magnificent body, stretching upward, spread-eagled, and his
eyes became riveted on the spectacular ass ... the ass he was about to
fuck.  His hands stroked the hard mounds, he pulled them slightly apart and
pressed his dick between them.  Again he heard the voice.  "That's it, kid.
Let me feel by boy's dick in my ass.  Look at me, man, the big stud cop,
the man they all call a Greek God.  He's yours, boy.  His ass is yours."

That did it.  Jamie pushed his rigid dick into the roaring heat of his
master's ass, felt the muscles clench around it, heard the cop groaning
with ecstasy.  He felt the head of his cock touch the membrane at the end
... and then pass over the inner sphincter and come to rest deep inside.
Tears came to Jamie's eyes as he realized he was buried in the secret warm
depths of the man he loved.  He pulled back, almost all the way, then
plunged in again, causing the deep voice to moan again.

Jamie grabbed Mark's waist, pulled the ass toward him and lost all
inhibitions as the fucking began in earnest.  He was exhilarated by the
thought that the boy was fucking his master.  No, that's not really what he
was feeling.  Mark said he was a man now ... and that's how he felt.  He
had grown up ... a virile stud, Mark called him ... so this was not boy
fucking master, it was man to man.  Jamie felt empowered, omnipotent as he
gripped the big cop's naked body and hammered his ass.

He let go the waist, reached round and ran his hands over the magnificent
chest, slick with sweat.  Still hammering the ass he squeezed Mark's
nipples and heard him howl with jolts of pleasure and pain.  "Go on, man,"
Mark yelled.  "Just don't cum yet.  I love the feel of that huge young cock
in my ass."

Jamie had no intention of cumming or stopping.  He was having too much fun.

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

Nate was jogging slowly back and the shack was coming into view.  From a
distance he saw two figures at the entrance to the deck ... close together,
moving in unison.  He squinted hard ... it couldn't be ...  He increased
his pace, straining his eyes, until he saw the men more clearly.  He
gasped, unable to believe his eyes.

Now he was close, just a few yards away, facing them.  It was unbelievable,
a pornographic fantasy.  The boy was fucking the master ... the surfer was
fucking the cop !  He saw the ecstasy on the cop's beautiful face, saw his
magnificent muscular body, stretched up to the bar, spread-eagled, impaled
on the surfer's cock.  And he saw Mark's rigid pole bouncing before him as
his ass got pounded.

In a trance he walked forward, gazing at the huge cock ... and as if from a
distance he heard Mark's commanding voice.  "Go for it, boy."  It was more
an order than an invitation.  And Nate had to obey.  He fell to his knees
and licked the tip of the cock, tasting the pre-cum oozing from the head.
He had never tasted a man's cock before, never even dreamed of swallowing
the big tool of a man like Mark.  He was the most beautiful man Nate had
ever seen ... and he was telling Nate to suck his cock !

Slowly, tentatively, he pushed his lips over the huge shaft and felt it
entering his mouth, pulsing as the body was pounded from behind.  It seemed
to go on forever, until it rammed the back of his throat and he choked.
Quickly he pulled back, but instantly knew he wanted more.  He took it in
again, and again he gagged, but this time he didn't pull back, learning
instinctively to breathe through his nose.

Soon his head was moving back and forth as fervently and as fast as Jamie's
hips.  He reached round and felt Mark's ass, then his fingers touched
Jamie's cock as it pistoned in and out.  Nate was in a hypnotic trance as
Mark was fucked from behind, causing his cock to pound the boy's face.  It
was as if Jamie was hammering Mark's cock into him.  The two men from last
night's dreams, who had made him shoot his load so many times, idols he had
fantasized over ... he was on his knees before them in a spectacular act of
worship.

Nate thought he would pass out as his mouth was pounded raw ... and then he
heard Mark yell.  "OK, boy, shoot your load in my ass.  Finish me off, man
... let me feel your juice inside me."  Nate heard their screams and at the
same time felt the monster cock pulse in his mouth, then pump hot liquid
deep into his throat.  He swallowed hard, and for the first time in his
life experienced the warm, pungent taste of another man's semen.  He was
drinking the juice of the most beautiful man he had ever known.  It was his
essence, his virility.  It was nectar from a God.

Soon Nate felt himself being lifted up, he felt a man's lips on his, then
another's.  Mark and Jamie were both kissing him, their mouths lubricated
by Mark's residual cum.  Nate was delirious as he found himself looking
into Mark's eyes, then Jamie's.  He saw them smile, then laugh with the joy
of release as Mark said, "I gotta say, you guys, that was perfect
double-teaming.  You make a great couple."

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

The next day those words still resonated in Nate's mind as he sat in the
truck, with Jamie between him and Mark.  They were on their way to the
house he had heard so much about, where he was to meet a group of men he
still couldn't sort out.  And despite enthusiastic efforts, Jamie wasn't
much help as he chatted endlessly and confusingly about the various masters
and their boys.

Once again Mark came to Nate's rescue.  "Hey, kiddo.  Don't you think you
should wait `til Nate meets the guys and let him come to his own
conclusions?  He should form his own opinions about them, not yours, don't
you think?

"Sorry, sir," Jamie grinned.  "It's just that I'm so proud of my new friend
and I can't wait to introduce Nate to the guys ... and tell them that I am
now the new owner of the shack."

"Yeah, well I'd soft-peddle that a bit if I were you, kid.  Don't want them
feeling envious."

The rest of the journey south was spent in relative silence as each man
reflected on the events of the trip ... especially their sexual adventures.
And so, in due course, they felt the crunch of gravel under the tires as
the truck came to a halt.  They were home.

As they got out of the truck Jamie said hurriedly, "OK if I grab the gear
later, sir?"  Without waiting for a reply he took Nate's arm and led him to
the gate as Mark shook his head with an indulgent smile.

As it happened the set-up inside was perfect.  It was late afternoon and
all the boys, Pablo, Darius and the twins, were gathered round the poolside
table chatting.  They looked up as Jamie came in with a big smile ... and a
new guy in tow.  Mark followed them and said cheerfully, "Hi, guys.  We're
back ... and Jamie has a new friend.  I'll let him do the introductions.
Is Bob home?"

"Upstairs in the office, sir," said Kevin."

"Great," said Mark and hurried to the house.  He always missed Bob the most
and was impatient to see him.

"Guys," Jamie said rather formally.  "I want to introduce my new friend
Nate.  Nate, this is Pablo, and Darius, and the twins Kevin and Kyle."

Nate's shyness immediately returned but he did manage, "G'day, mates."
Hearing the strong Australian accent they looked up at him like a visitor
from another planet.  Embarrassed, Nate stammered.  "Wow, Jamie said you
blokes were all hot lookers but you're just ... well ... real hot lookers."
His clumsy sentence made him blush, but it was the ebullient Darius who put
him at his ease.

"Hey, that accent is way cool, dude.  Here come and sit by me ... What is
it?"

"Australian."

"Yeah ... I knew that.  Like, I used to hear that guy in the commercials
... `Throw another shrimp on the barbie, mate.'  Nate laughed at Darius's
horrible imitation of his accent and Darius grinned.  "Well you say it,
dude ... bet you say it all the time."

"Actually no," Nate said, emerging from his shyness, "and I've never heard
anyone else in Australia say it either, but since you ask ..."  He took a
deep breath and in a broad accent said, "Hey, no worries, mate.  Just throw
another shrimp on the barbie."

Darius roared with laughter and threw his arm round him.  "That's awesome,
dude.  You're alright ... you can stay.  Is he staying, Jamie?"

"Another week, until he goes back to Sydney.  Hey, and guess what guys,
Mark is buying the shack in the dunes and ..." he smiled smugly "...he's
giving it to me.  So I'll be a property owner."  He had totally forgotten
Mark's advice about low-keying it.  Still most of the reactions were
enthusiastic.

"No kidding," said Darius.  "Way to go, dude.  Jeez that gorgeous cop must
really love you."

"Congratulations, Jamie," said the twins in unison.

Jamie realized they had kind of been left out of the conversation so he
said, "Nate, the twins are the chefs here and they make knockout food.
They used to be the houseboys too but now they don't have time `cause Kevin
works part-time up in the office and Kyle helps Pablo on the construction
site.  So we're actually looking for a new houseboy, and Bob says the twins
will do the hiring."

"Pleased to meet you, Nate," said Kevin.  "We barbecue all the time here,
but it's usually steak, not shrimps," he laughed, "and we don't call it the
barbie."

Suddenly Pablo, who up to now had been silent, cleared his throat for
attention.  "Hi Nate, I'm Pablo, the boss's boy.  So OK, let me explain the
set-up here.  There are four masters, Randy, Bob, Mark and Zack and they
each have a boy ... well, Bob has two, the twins here.  Randy is the boss
of the house and I'm his boy, actually his son `cause he adopted me.  So
I'm pretty much the senior boy around here and if you need anything you can
always come to me."

"Er, thank you sir," said Nate feeling overwhelmed by this beautiful but
tough-looking young guy.

"You don't have to call me sir," Pablo said.  "Well you can if you like.
The twins do sometimes."

Darius looked at Jamie and rolled his eyes in a `there-he-goes-again'
gesture.'  It was obvious to Darius and Jamie that Pablo right now felt
that Jamie was stealing his thunder, what with his new foreign friend and
him owning the shack and all, so he was reacting by asserting his
self-proclaimed position of `senior boy'.

Pablo always reflected much of Randy's attitude ... a real chip off the old
block.  Whenever a new man had come to the house Randy, who was a natural
leader of men, had nevertheless always felt he had to establish his
supremacy, even his physical superiority by using his fists.  This was
especially so with Mark, who was a dominant man and definitely nobody's
inferior, and Randy knew it.  They were both strong alpha males and there
was always a competitive edge.  Like two bulls in the same pasture, rivalry
was inevitable.

This dynamic was reflected in Pablo, who knew that Jamie, with his quiet
confidence and a gorgeous cop for a master, was a match for anyone, even
though Pablo was much quicker with his fists.  But this was not a
fist-fight ... it was more a pissing contest, a question of establishing
supremacy in the eyes of the newcomer.  Quite simply, Nate was Jamie's new
friend and Pablo resented that.

Pablo went charging on, his assertiveness building.  "Tell you what, Nate,
while the twins make a start on dinner and Jamie brings in your gear from
the truck, let me show you round the place.  I think you'll find it's
pretty impressive."

Nate was, of course, unaware of the tribal undercurrents in the group and
felt that he should do what the `senior boy' suggested.  So with a fleeting
glance at Jamie and a helpless shrug he stood up and let himself be led
away.  The boys heard Pablo's receding voice as they walked toward the
house.  "Like I said, anything you need, Nate, you come to me.  I'll take
good care of you.  If you like, you can even look on me as sort of your
master while you're here ..."

Jamie tensed at the table and clenched his fists, but Darius put a
restraining arm on his.  "Cool it, dude.  It's a bummer, I know, when Pablo
gets like this, muscling in the way he does.  But I'll talk to him.  Don't
worry, it'll all sort itself out."

Jamie wasn't so sure.  And his anger was building.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" ... Part 123