Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2012 01:53:45 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 131  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 131
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
   Three masters, two boys, lots of booze.  Mark grins, "Hmm, three horny
guys, two hungry asses.  Get ready, boys."  Jamie and Nate can't wait to
get group fucked.  But Hassan gets too rough with Jamie and Mark growls, "I
said that's enough, Hassan.  Don't make me hurt you buddy.  You know I
can."  Later, Lloyd's obsession with Hassan boils over.  "Come on, stud,
take my ass... it's all yours, soldier."

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


A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - CHAPTER 131 – "Of Lust & Obsession"

It had been a tumultuous 24 hours for Adam, the Australian who had
befriended Jamie and Nate as a crewmember on their flight to Sydney and was
now spending a couple of nights in the house with them.  He had veered from
his natural role as a rugged top-man (fucking first Jamie, then Pablo) to a
virtual slave, tied up and whipped by the dominant black construction
worker Zack.

Now on his second day, he was sitting with Nate and all the other guys at a
big dinner in the garden, given in his honor prior to his departure the
next day.  He had met everyone now, including Steve and Lloyd, but there
was still one surprise to come as the last man joined them.

The newcomer was spectacular, dressed in military fatigue pants and a
sleeveless khaki shirt that was open far enough to reveal his perfectly
chiseled pecs.  Tall, muscular, he had a stunning, exotic dark face ... an
ethnic mix, Adam guessed, of Asian and Arab.  It was Hassan, of course, and
when he took his place among them, Darius, voluble as ever, pumped him for
information about his move from Camp Pendleton up to L.A.

"It's the Marine Corps Public Affairs Office on Wilshire," Hassan
explained.  "A big promotion, I'm lucky.  Thing is, though, first I have to
find a place to live.  I've looked at some apartments but they were all in
those huge buildings."

"What's your preference?" asked Bob.

"Well ideally, what I'd really like is a small, quiet place somewhere, in
the Hollywood Hills if possible, though that's tough to find and
house-hunting can be a pretty depressing exercise."

Alert as ever, Bob saw Steve and Lloyd nudge each other and exchange a few
quiet words.  Then Steve cleared his throat and raised his voice above the
general chatter.

"Er, Hassan, I er ... well, I wouldn't want to get your hopes up too high
but as it happens Lloyd and I have been fixing up the guest cottage on our
property with a view to renting it out.  We could use the extra income.
It's a bit down the hill from the house, very private, totally
self-contained with its own entrance from the street.  With his
architectural know-how Lloyd's done a real neat job on it and it's almost
ready for viewing.  We were going to list it next week, but if you'd like
to swing by while you're up here and take a look that would be cool."

There was a sudden silence round the table as they all digested this news.
Hassan flashed a gleaming smile.  "Wow, Steve, that sounds real
interesting.  It's good of you and Lloyd to consider me.  Sure, I'll still
be in town tomorrow and I'd love to come by ... whatever time's convenient
for you."

The group came alive again with a buzz of animated conversation, and Bob
felt Randy tense beside him.  Bob's antennae were always quick to pick up
vibrations ... and he wasn't liking what he felt.  After all, every time in
the past that the handsome Marine had appeared in the house turmoil had
resulted, usually something that provoked Randy's anger.  He and Hassan had
since made their peace ... but it was an uneasy peace.  Mark was Hassan's
closest friend in the house and Bob remembered discussing Hassan with him.

"What is it about Hassan that makes guys go crazy and all irrational?" Bob
had asked.  "I mean it's all of us ...  like the time Pablo fell in lust
with him, getting Randy mad as hell.  Jamie, Zack, you, me, we've all been
in trouble over Hassan ... and he really gets under Randy's skin.  I mean,
he's gorgeous of course, but maybe it's because he's so different, so
exotic, with that mixed Asian/Arab look.  Is that why guys get so riled
up?"

Mark had come to Hassan's defense.  "Maybe so, buddy.  But it's not
Hassan's fault.  He knows what a hot-looking guy he is but he has never
deliberately done anything here to stir up bad blood.  He behaves well,
always checks to make sure what he's doing is OK and won't cause trouble.
But trouble just seems to follow him."

But right now trouble was hard to detect as Hassan eagerly discussed rental
details with Steve and Lloyd, and the enthusiasm among the other guys was
palpable.  Steve and Lloyd were a popular couple among the group,
especially as Steve was Randy's brother, almost his twin.  Mark and Jamie
loved the idea of Hassan living a few miles away, Zack shared their
optimism, and Darius, of course, was already inventing new fantasies.  Only
Bob and Randy felt any apprehension ... mild on Bob's side, strong on
Randy's.

In fact when Randy got a private word with Steve he whispered, "Are you
sure about this, Steve?  The man's trouble, always has been.  My advice is
don't do it."

Steve sighed.  "Well thanks for your advice, big brother, but Lloyd and I
are big boys now and I think we can make our own decisions."  And that
ended that.

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

As a matter of fact it was Lloyd who was right now feeling the biggest
surge of pleasure.  He and Steve had met Hassan once before, at just such a
group gathering as this.  He recalled that time vividly, and his impulse
now was the same as it had been then.  He excused himself to go take a leak
and went upstairs to Mark's bedroom, which had a view over the garden.

Lloyd was a striking man, with a muscular gym-built physique and a handsome
face whose strong features were set off by a moustache and trim goatee.
But he had one weakness ... an obsession with beautiful men.  At the gym,
for example, he always had a more-or-less permanent erection, and when he
saw an especially hot guy he would impulsively follow him around, drooling.
His first sight of the glorious Hassan weeks ago had sent him into a
tailspin, and today the effect was the same ... provoking the same course
of action.

By now Lloyd was peering down through the slatted blinds, unseen from
below.  The group was animated and, god knows, very easy on the eyes, but
Lloyd's eyes were riveted on Hassan as he chatted to Steve.  He was
mesmerized by the exotically handsome soldier, his muscles gleaming under
the loose, sleeveless Marine shirt that was open halfway down his chest.
Lloyd couldn't take his eyes off the dark, sculpted features, square jaw,
high cheekbones and slanted eyes that right now sparkled in a gleaming
smile.

And this was the man who might be coming to live in their guest house, a
few yards from them!  Lloyd began to fantasize ... his imagination took
over and he could see it all.  Hassan would be coming home from work,
dressed as he was right now, and go into his house alone.  He would be
weary after work, probably stretch and yawn, then peel off his shirt.
Maybe he would be wearing a white tank underneath and, as he stretched, his
flawless olive skin would catch the light of the setting sun streaming
through the slatted binds.

In Lloyd's imagination the soldier looks magnificent as the scene unfolds.
He kicks off his boots, drops his fatigue pants, leaving on his
military-issue gray undershorts.  Hassan sighs, looks down at the bed, then
pulls his tank over his head.  He stands still for a moment, naked except
for the shorts, his muscles gleaming in the sun's rays streaming through
the slatted blinds.  He throws himself down on his back on the bed.
Breathing deeply he closes his eyes.

Lost in his fantasy Lloyd was already stroking his cock and now he imagined
Hassan pulling out his own, huge rod and playing with it.  It is hard as
Hassan thinks of ... what? ... Mark? ... Jamie? ... maybe even Lloyd
himself.  Yeah, that's it ... now Lloyd is standing in the room and he
hears the soft, lilting tones of Hassan's voice.

"You are such a hot man, Lloyd.  Come and stand close.  Look down at me as
I stroke my cock.  You know what I want, Lloyd.  I want to watch you cum
... I want to feel your juice pouring over my body.  Look at that beautiful
soldier, lying naked beneath you, pumping his cock, waiting for you to
shoot your load all over him.  He's flexing his muscles for you, Lloyd,
turning you on, making you so hot you can't hold back.  You can feel the
burning in your balls, in your cock ... here it comes, Lloyd ... Now!"

Lloyd feels his body tense, shudder and ... Aaah!  He blasts long ribbons
of cum over the gleaming olive skin, over the heaving chest, the thighs,
the neck, the face.  The naked Marine is lying smothered in Lloyd's semen,
gathering in pools in the contours of his perfect body.

"Lloyd! ... What the fuck are you doing all this time?"  Steve's voice from
down below!  Suddenly the glorious image, the whole fantasy, shattered and
Lloyd was looking down not at Hassan but at a huge pool of his own cum on
the floor under the window.  In a panic he looked outside and saw Hassan
chatting amiably with the guys, oblivious of the part he had just played in
Lloyd's erotic fantasy.  Lloyd shoved his cock back in his pants, ran
downstairs and out to the garden.

As he sat down next to Steve, Steve grinned at him and said, "Sure takes
you a long time to take a leak.  Must be all that beer you've been
drinking."  Steve knew quite well what Lloyd had been doing and Lloyd knew
that he knew.  It had happened before and Steve was OK with Lloyd's
obsession with gorgeous men.  And as before, Steve thought to himself,
"What the hell ... if he gets his rocks off looking at a gorgeous guy now
and then, so what?  Just as long as that's all it is ... a fantasy."

But Randy's words suddenly came back to him ... "Are you sure about this,
Steve?  My advice is, don't do it."

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

The party was a raucous success, with Randy making a short speech to Adam
and a toast.  "To our new buddy, Adam.  I hope you enjoyed your visit with
us, big guy, and here's to many more happy landings among us.  Good thing
you work for the airlines!"

There were cheers as they all raised their glasses.  Zack caught Adam's eye
and they both had a fair idea what his next trip would include.  After
their stunning scene where Zack had turned him from macho stud to crawling
slave, Adam had asked tentatively, "Er, that thing you mentioned with the
tree, the ropes and the whip ..."  Zack had smiled, "Oh, yeah, that's on
the agenda, man ... when you come back.  I'll be waiting for you."

Naturally, throughout the meal Darius had been circling with his camera,
getting candid shots of all the guys to round out his movie for Adam to
take back, including the spectacular sessions with Mark and Jamie, Randy
and Pablo ... and Zack, of course.  The boy disappeared for a while then
reappeared with a disk.  Beaming, he handed it to Adam.  "Here, dude, a
souvenir of your visit ... just so you won't forget us."

Adam grinned, "Fat chance of that.  Thanks a million, Darius.  You're a
real mate ... and I'll treasure this.  I'll look at it often and ..."

"Yeah, yeah, we know what you'll be doing," laughed Darius.  "One hand on
the remote and the other on ..."

"OK Darius," Bob interrupted quickly.  "I think we all get the picture.
But I gotta say, Darius, that's a great thing you did, putting in all that
time and effort with your camera."

"Oh, it was a pleasure, sir, believe me."  Later, as the guys split into
smaller groups Darius sat with Adam, regaling him with some of the past
tales of these extraordinary men.  "See, they all have a back-story," he
said eagerly, and told him how Hassan had first met Mark ... "That was
years ago, when Mark was in the army and Hassan was the enemy and he
captured him and chained him up and tortured him ..."  The story had Adam's
mouth hanging open in disbelief.

Darius was on a roll.  "Actually, this whole thing goes right back to Randy
and Bob meeting in some seedy old motel.  Bob told me all about it, even
took me to the motel and showed me.  After they met I was the next guy to
show up in the story, right near the beginning, so I know most everything.
In a way I'm kind of the historian of the group."  His eyes gleamed.  "Tell
you what, Adam, why don't I write it all down for you and send it to you
... a new chapter in each email?  You won't believe some of the stuff
... most of it, actually.  So I'll send pictures."

"That would be awesome, mate ... I mean, these guys are spectacular.  But,
er, try to think of a better title than what you wrote on my disk
... `Adam's Visit.'  Bit tame don't you think after all the stuff that
happened?  Shit, it was more like ... I dunno ... like a test of my
manhood."

Darius grinned.  "OK, here."  He grabbed the disk from Adam, found his pen
and scrawled an addition to the title.  "There ... `Adam's visit ... A
Trial Of Strength' ... that's more like it.  And that's what I'll call the
stories I send you.  They're gonna blow your mind."

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

The evening's festive atmosphere, bolstered by abundant amounts of alcohol,
helped to lower whatever inhibitions the guys still had (which was never
much to begin with, god knows) and inevitably led to ... what else? ... a
whole lot of sex.  As usual, Randy led the way.

He stood up and called for silence.  "Guys, I have one last toast ... to
the twins.  Kids, you did a great job tonight.  Your food is always
terrific but tonight you fed fourteen hungry guys in a flawless
performance."  He raised his glass and everyone joined him ... "The twins".
As the boys blushed deeply Randy added, "And to show our appreciation, Bob
and I would like you to spend the night with us.  And I think you know what
that means, kids.  There's a few more things you have to learn ... and I'm
not talking about food."

They all stood up and said their goodbyes to Adam, as Nate was to drive him
back to his hotel early in the morning to rejoin his crew.  Randy grinned
as he shook his hand.  "And next time you visit, big guy, maybe you can
spend some time with Bob and me.  From what Zack tells me we'd get on real
well."  Adam grinned, having a fair idea what that meant.

As Randy and Bob went inside with the twins, Zack shook Adam's hand warmly
and said quietly to him, "While you're away, stud, I'll be thinking a lot
about that tree, the ropes and the whip."

"So will I, sir," Adam said ... "a whole lot."

"OK, kiddo," Zack said to Darius.  "I'm hot, horny and drunk and I need a
couple of gorgeous young studs who don't know the meaning of the word `no'.
Think you and Pablo can handle a night in my bed?"

"Yes, sir!" they said in unison.  Darius grinned at Pablo.  "Dude, we had
to say yes ... you know the meaning of `no'?  Me neither."  Zack smacked
him lightly round the head, threw his arm over his shoulder and all three
walked out through the gate.

It was understood from the start that Hassan would spend the night with
Mark and Jamie, as they had so often in the past.  Mark said, "Adam, Nate,
I know you want to spend your last night together, but why don't you join
us for a while?  Give us a chance to say goodbye in our own way.  Somehow a
handshake doesn't cut it."

"Thanks, Mark," Adam said.  "We'd like that, eh Nate?"  Nate nodded
enthusiastically.

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

The bedroom seemed a bit crowded with five men standing round uncertainly,
a bit the worse for all the liquor they had consumed.  Mark took charge,
saying, "I don't know about you guys, but I've got a huge boner under my
pants, so let's get this show on the road.  Let's see now ... Jamie, Nate,
you're best buddies, right?"

"Yes, sir," they replied in unison.

"You ever get your asses fucked at the same time?  No, I thought not.  OK,
Adam, I know you spend a lot of time fucking Nate and I've often thought
how hot it must look ... shit, if you lived here he'd probably be your boy
by now.  And Hassan ... hell, you're looking hotter than ever, stud
... been a long time since you fucked my boy Jamie here, right?"

"Sure has," Hassan smiled.  "Hasn't stopped me thinking about it, though.
I jerk off all the time picturing you and him, and that perfect ass of
his."

"OK, that's settled then," Mark said.  "Jamie, I think you know what to do
... god knows you've had enough practice with me.  So go for it ... and
Nate, you follow his lead."  Mark sprawled in an armchair and unbuttoned
his shirt all the way, exposing the mounds of his magnificent chest.  That
sight alone was enough to turn on all four guys.

Jamie stood facing Hassan, and Nate faced Adam.  Slowly, in tandem, they
pulled off their clothes ... T-shirts, sneakers, shorts and briefs.  There
was an audible gasp from Hassan and Adam as they gazed at the naked boys
they were about to fuck.  Jamie smiled, reached forward and began to
unbutton Hassan's uniform shirt.  At the same time Nate pulled Adam's
T-shirt out of his waistband and up over his waist and chest.  Jamie pushed
Hassan's shirt off his shoulders and let it drop, while Nate pulled Adam's
shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

Both men now stood stripped to the waist, and Jamie ran his hands in awe
over the sculpted contours of Hassan's pecs.  Nate smiled as he did the
same over Adam's flawless chest that was now so familiar to him.  Then, as
if reading each other's mind, both boys dropped to their knees.  They
glanced at each other, eyes gleaming, then focused on the bulges inches
from their faces.  Jamie zipped open Hassan's uniform pants and Nate
unbuttoned Adam's jeans.  They pulled out the rock-hard cocks, leaned
forward and opened their mouths, sliding them over the huge hunks of meat.

Hassan threw his head back and moaned, "Oh man, that feels good.  I'd
forgotten what a great cock sucker you are, Jamie.  Your master has trained
you well."  Adam and Nate needed no words.  Nate gazed up at Adam who
smiled and grabbed Nate's head, forcing it onto his cock.  Soon both boys
were getting their faces pounded hard, making tears spurt from their eyes,
then suddenly they heard Mark's voice.

"Shit, that looks hot."  Mark stood up and threw off his shirt.  The boys
glanced at him and the sight of his gorgeous body made them suck the huge
rods even faster.  Adam looked over to Mark.  "Hey, big guy, you want a
piece of the action here?  Nate tells me over and over how he once sucked
your dick.  Here ..."  Adam pulled out, leaving Nate's mouth gaping wide.
But it wasn't empty for more than a second as Mark, shoulder to shoulder
with Adam, buried his huge tool deep into it.  Nate once again felt the
glorious sensation of the cop's huge dick pistoning down his throat.

But soon Mark looked at Hassan and they both pulled out.  The boys' mouths
hung open as they gazed up at the three shirtless muscles-gods towering
over them.  "Hmm," Mark said, "three huge dicks and two hungry mouths.  Get
ready, boys."  He pushed back into Nate's waiting mouth and Adam took over
from Hassan drilling Jamie.

And so began a spectacular face-pounding as the three men, fueled by lust
and alcohol, took over from each other in quick succession.  Jamie and Nate
were in a daze, hardly aware which cock was shoved into them.  They heard
the drunken shouts as the men competed with each other ... "that all you
got, stud?..... here try this one, I've opened his mouth real good for you
...  out of my way, asshole, this one's mine."  Several times each boy felt
two cocks trying to force their way into his mouth at the same time as the
men fought over them.

Their jaws were aching, tears streaming down their cheeks, and they knew
they couldn't take much more, so it was a relief when they suddenly heard
Mark yell, "OK, guys, let's wash their faces for them."  The cocks pulled
out, the boys looked up and saw three gorgeous men pumping their cocks.
Within seconds the sight was blotted out by explosions of cum that smashed
into their faces, their eyes, their hair, as the three masters poured
stream after stream of hot, musky juice over them.

"Now that is one hot mother-fucking sight," said Mark as he looked down at
the handsome young faces pouring with the semen of three men.  As Adam and
Hassan gazed at their handiwork in awe, Mark said, "Hey, guys, how about a
beer?  You boys ... on the bed, on your backs."

Jamie and Nate scrambled onto the bed and lay shoulder-to-shoulder,
gripping each other's hand.  They heard the men, already the worse for
liquor, downing more beers and exchanging bawdy, obscenity-laced
challenges.  "OK, the first two mother-fuckers to get hard again get first
crack at their asses." ..."Shit, asshole, you're never gonna get that limp
son-of-a bitch hard again.  You can beat that meat `til it's raw ... it's
dead, man."

As they listened to the raucous laughter, Jamie turned his head to look at
Nate and squeezed his hand.  "Guess we're gonna get gang-fucked real good.
You OK, dude?  You can say no ... Mark would always let us say no."

"You kidding, mate?  This is the best night of my life.  Especially as I'm
sharing it with my best buddy."  They heard a loud, drunken yell ... "OK,
you win ... go for it guys."

They saw Hassan and Adam stumble over to the bed, kicking off their boots
and yanking down their pants.  Nate and Jamie braced themselves as the men
fell to their knees on the bed, pushed up the boy's legs and pushed their
cocks between the mounds of their asses and deep inside them.

The boys gasped with the shock of sudden penetration.  Jamie caught Mark's
concerned, questioning expression as he gazed down at him and Jamie gave a
smile of reassurance.  He knew for sure that, no matter how much he had
drunk, Mark would never let anyone hurt his boy.  Nate similarly got a
smile from Adam.  "OK, mate?" Adam said softly.  "No worries, mate," Nate
grinned, and Adam began to fuck him more forcefully than ever before."

Soon the boys were undergoing the same group fuck in their asses as they
had in their faces.  First one handsome faced stared down at them, then
another, as one cock replaced another and their asses were plundered again
and again.  When Mark's turn came with Nate he paused as he looked down at
him.  "This is new for us, eh, Nate?  But I think you've been wanting it
for a long time."

"Since the moment I first saw you in the dunes, sir," Nate said.  The boy
had been fucked often by Jamie and Adam, and now by Hassan, but the cock he
hardly dared hope for was the stunning cop's, the man he worshipped.  "OK,
Nate, here it is."  Nate gazed into the blue-gray eyes and moaned in
ecstasy as he felt the cock slide into his ass and fuck him gently.  Gang
fuck or not, he would have gone through anything to feel this muscle-god's
shaft inside him.

The group action was hot and heavy and seemed to last an eternity.  Adam
was now fucking Nate again, and Hassan was drilling Jamie's ass.  The
soldier loved fucking the young blond surfer, Mark's boy, and as he gazed
at the beautiful face he envied Mark to the point where he felt a sudden
surge of rivalry.  He pulled back and plunged his dick savagely inside the
young ass, again and again, as if he were taking possession of it ... to
replace Mark.  Fired by alcohol and something close to irrational anger
Hassan lost control.

Jamie's eyes opened wide, in fear now, as he groaned.  "Sir, I'm not sure I
can ... please sir ... it's getting too ... please cum.  Please cum inside
my ass, sir."

Hassan wasn't hearing him, but he couldn't ignore the deep voice close to
his ear.  "That's enough, buddy.  You heard what the boy said ... he's had
enough ... he wants you to end it, to shoot your load."

"Not yet, man, this feels too fucking great.  I'm not ready."

Hassan felt hands grip his shoulders hard from behind and heard the voice
again.  "I said, that's enough!"  And suddenly Hassan screamed as he felt a
searing pain in his ass.  Mark's huge rod pierced him savagely, deep into
his gut, then pulled back and speared him again.  His cock was like a
jackhammer, drilling into the soldier's ass without mercy.  The cop's body
was pounding him, but his voice was still soft, steely, threatening.

"I said that's enough, Hassan.  Don't make me hurt you buddy.  You know I
can ... like this..."  And he lunged forward, smashing his cock deep inside
the soldier's bruised gut, making him howl with pain.  "Now, like my boy
said ... shoot, Hassan ...now!"

One last time Hassan felt his ass impaled on the cop's shaft, his body
bucked and he screamed as he exploded inside Jamie's ass.  He felt Mark's
cock blasting hot cum deep inside him and he was hit with the juice
streaming upward from the shuddering Jamie.

Adam and Nate had witnessed this sudden, strange trial of strength between
the soldier and the cop over the boy and, as they watched their ferocious
triple orgasm, Adam and Nate let their own juices flow.  But theirs was an
expression of love.  No anger, no rivalry ... just pure, joyful love.

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

Right around that time Steve and Lloyd were sliding into bed together.  The
drive home had been kind of awkward and they had kept the conversation
light.  They talked about Adam and Nate, about the other guys in the house
and how great the twins had been, but steered clear of any mention of
Hassan.  However, as Steve now curled his arms round Lloyd in bed he knew
he had to broach the subject.  "You, er ... you OK with this thing about
Hassan possibly living in the guest house, Lloyd."

"Sure.  Think it's a great idea if it works out."  He paused.  "OK, you
mean that thing with me jacking off upstairs looking at him and
fantasizing.  Buddy, you know how I am with gorgeous men, and you have to
admit Hassan's a knockout.  But that's all it is ... a fantasy ... I'd
never actually do anything.  Steve, I love you ... this is what I want
... the two of us, in bed like this.  There's nothing better ... well,
maybe one thing.  You inside me is better."

Thought you'd never ask," Steve grinned.  "Come here, stud."  And harmony
was restored...

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

Meanwhile, harmony had also been restored in Mark's bedroom.  A couple of
group showers had not only cleaned their bodies, it had cleared their minds
of the alcohol craziness that had gripped some of them, Hassan especially.
"You sure you kids are OK?" Mark asked the boys.  Jamie grinned and hugged
him, and Nate said, "No worries there, sir.  One of the best nights of my
life.  Only now I ..."

Mark laughed, "... now you're dying to go downstairs and sleep in Adam's
arms, then make love again before you have to say goodbye.  But you know
the goodbye will only be temporary.  Your guy will be back soon and ... I
assume you'll be waiting for him."  There were long, farewell bear hugs and
Adam and Nate finally went down to the basement for their last night
together.

When Mark was alone with Hassan and Jamie he said, "OK, guys, time to hit
the sack."  They fell into bed, Jamie between the two men in his own
special heaven.  Nothing more was said about Hassan's loss of control and
his brief challenge to Mark's authority.  Officially they put it down to
too much alcohol, though Mark knew there was a little more to it than that.

At their first traumatic meeting all those years ago, in the heat of war,
pain and torture, the two soldiers had, against all the odds, learned to
love each other.  And ever since then their relationship had been based on
mutual admiration, respect and, of course, lust of one spectacular man for
another.  But Mark knew that the shreds of their initial rivalry still hung
in wisps around them and could take shape at any time.  Still, that's what
made it all so exciting.

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

In the days and weeks that followed, the house saw some major changes.
Randy, as always the energetic leader, had pushed his team to finish the
construction on the duplex in record time and when Mark surveyed the
gleaming new ground-floor apartment he was to share with Jamie his eyes
grew moist and he grasped Randy in a warm embrace.  "Man, you are one hell
of a great guy.  I don't know how to thank you.  It's spectacular ... a new
home for Jamie and me."

"Yeah, yeah," said Randy with a hint of embarrassment.  "Now why don't you
and your boy christen it in the time-honored way?  And I'm not talking
champagne here."  And so they did, on the floor, before their bed was even
moved down from upstairs.

Pablo and Darius made a noisy five-act drama of moving into Mark and
Jamie's former apartment and Bob laughed, "Try to keep it neat for a few
hours at least, guys.  Your last place resembled the city dump."  Their
last place was just fine for Nate, though.  He was thrilled to have a room
of his own at last, and began making plans in his head for Adam's next
visit.

And up on the crest of the Hollywood Hills, on Mulholland Drive, Hassan,
not unexpectedly, jumped at the chance of renting the guest cottage on the
grounds of Steve and Lloyd's house.  Lloyd had used all his architectural
skills on a great remodeling job, and it was exactly what Hassan wanted.
He didn't socialize much, chose his friends carefully, and wanted a quiet
hideaway.  The fact that it had a spectacular view didn't hurt.

"We intended to rent it furnished," Steve said, "using Lloyd's furniture
that he put into storage when he moved in with me.  The bed's a California
king," he grinned.

"Perfect," Hassan smiled.  "I lived in barracks before, so I'd have had to
buy furniture."

"Sorry that I didn't get round to the landscaping yet," Lloyd said, "but I
have some terrific ideas."

"No sweat," said Hassan.  "It would make a great change for me to do some
gardening.  Maybe we could work on it together."  That last idea glided by
without any further thought or comment ... but perhaps a little added
reflection might have saved a lot of trouble.

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

"So how's it going, Steve, this Hassan thing?" Bob asked a few weeks later.
They had met for lunch in Beverly Hills, two business professionals, and
Bob had detected a certain distracted look in Steve's eyes.  "Oh, great,"
said Steve, refocusing.  "Going great."

"Except ..."

Steve grinned.  "Never could hide anything from you, could I, Bob?  Oh, I
dunno, I thought Lloyd's obsession with Hassan would fade over time but I
still catch him watching the guy as he walks back to his house after work.
And he seems preoccupied a lot of the time ... even when we're in bed
... especially when we're in bed.  Oh sure, when we fuck he looks at me but
I have an odd feeling that he sees someone else.  Things between us are
... different from the way they were before Hassan came."

"And Hassan?"

"Oh there's no problem there.  He keeps himself to himself and we don't see
much of him ... at least I don't."

But the same couldn't be said for Lloyd, and Steve was right to worry.  In
his mind's eye Lloyd saw Hassan all the time, and he kept coming back to
the visual fantasy he had jerked off to at Bob's house as Hassan sat at
dinner with the rest of the guys.  And Steve was right; Lloyd did wait for
Hassan to come home each day and watched as the tall, muscular Marine
strode across the garden until he disappeared over the hill to his house.
He drooled over the finely sculpted face and the olive-skinned muscles
glinting in the last rays of the sun.

Sometimes, if Steve wasn't home, Lloyd pulled out his cock and beat his
meat as he gazed at Hassan, shooting his load just as the soldier
disappeared from view.  Well, he may have disappeared from view but not
from Lloyd's imagination.  Far from diminishing, as Steve had hoped,
Lloyd's obsession grew and he was thrilled when one day Hassan came to tell
him of a few glitches in the house that needed attention ... a dripping
tap, a broken light switch, a door that stuck.  "I'll get right on it,
man," Lloyd had said and he meant it.

The next day while Hassan was at work Lloyd used his owner's key to go into
Hassan's house.  He stood inside and took a deep breath, inhaling the
scent, the redolence, the very essence of the man.  It took him no time to
fix the problems, then he stood by the rumpled, unmade bed, and his fantasy
of standing over Hassan came back to him.  But now he was actually there,
and his cock stiffened as he stared down at the discarded clothes scattered
everywhere.

Then his heart missed a beat.  He saw the same gray undershorts he had
visualized in his fantasy.  They were there, on the bed, wrinkled, probably
stained with the man's juices.  He picked them up, pressed them to his face
and inhaled deeply the faint smell of the soldier's cum and piss stains.
He threw them back down on the bed and imagined Hassan wearing them,
pulling out his cock and masturbating, splashing his cum onto the shorts.

Lloyd's head was spinning and he had no choice.  He too pulled out his cock
and stroked it, just like in his fantasy picturing Hassan lying beneath
him, waiting for Lloyd to blast his juice over him.  So Lloyd did.  He
busted his load, throwing his head back and moaning, "Hassan!"

His heart was pounding as he came to his senses.  He looked back down and
saw not Hassan, but the rumpled sheets and the gray shorts, all smothered
with his cum.  Frantically he picked up the shorts and used them to wipe up
the semen from the sheets.  He stuffed the shorts in his pocket and quickly
left, locking the door behind him.

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

As Lloyd had mentioned at the beginning, the landscaping round the cottage
needed work and Lloyd had suggested to Hassan that they start work on it
together right away.  So it was that a week later they were both on their
hands and knees, pulling up weeds and scrub and planting new shrubs.  They
were both shirtless, sweating in the hot sun.  Lloyd was in worn jeans and
Hassan in an old torn pair of military fatigues that he kept for messy jobs
like this.

At one point Hassan stood up and began tearing off the smaller branches of
a tree they were going to uproot.  Lloyd `s sweat now was caused not so
much by the sun as by the sight of the magnificent body, the muscles
flexing and straining as he worked.  Lloyd's heart was beating so hard he
could hear it, and his cock pressed against his pants, straining for
release.  He looked up at Hassan and decided to go for broke.

He cleared his throat and, trying to control his voice, he said, "You know,
Hassan, you are one of the most beautiful guys I've ever seen.  I gotta
confess that every time I see you ... hell, even think about you ... my
cock gets hard and ... well ... I fantasize about you fucking me."

Hassan looked down at him and smiled.  "See this, Lloyd?" nodding down to
the obvious huge bulge in his pants.  "You have pretty much the same effect
on me.  Shit, you're a hot-looking stud yourself and, ever since I first
saw you all those weeks ago, I've wondered what it would be like to fuck
that ass of yours.  Of course, I smother the thought `cause I see how you
and Steve are and I'd never do anything to interfere with that.  It's a
rule of mine ... never mess with other guys' relationships.  I've been
burned like that before."

"Oh, that's not a problem with us," Lloyd laughed, lying instinctively.
"We pretty much have an open relationship.  Hell, Steve has been fucked by
his own brother Randy, and Randy has let Steve fuck his boy Pablo.  No,
there's no problem there, man ... no problem at all."

Hassan gazed down at the architect whose flawless physique was streaked
with earth and sweat.  He hesitated, mulling over Lloyd's words, then
decided to accept them at face value.  "Well in that case..." he grinned.
"You should have told me earlier."  He kicked off his boots, dropped his
pants and his huge cock sprang to attention.  Lloyd gasped as he looked up
at the naked Marine and frantically yanked off his boots and jeans.  He lay
back naked on the bare earth, stroking his cock as he gazed up at the
muscle-god towering over him.

Hassan feel to his knees, pulled up Lloyd's legs and, with the frenzy of
raw lust, pushed his rod into Lloyd's hungry ass, deeper and deeper until
it sank into the depth of his gut.  Lloyd almost passed out, but he took a
gulp of air and steadied himself by gazing into Hassan's slanted dark eyes.
He was hypnotized.  "Oh, man, you're inside my ass.  It feels incredible,
man.  Yeah, come on, stud, fuck my ass... it's all yours, soldier.  Fuck me
... "

Hassan smiled down at him and Lloyd heard his lilting accented voice.
"Now, Lloyd, you will know how it feels when Hassan takes possession of a
man's ass.  No man ever forgets that."

The fuck was classic Hassan, a slow, gentle massaging of the membrane,
followed by a brutal pounding taking the man to the brink, then lapsing
back into tender love-making.  Lloyd was flying, spiraling into a world he
had imagined so many times, but whose reality was far more intoxicating
than any fantasy he could conjure.

Hassan was a master fuck, a beautiful, stunning muscle-god who was inside
him, hammering him, making love to him.  Lloyd looked up at the gorgeous
face, sweat streaming down over the dark brow, high cheek bones and square
jaw, down the neck and dripping onto the solid mounds of his sculpted
chest.  Lloyd felt like he was hallucinating.  It wasn't real ... couldn't
be ... and yet there he was, impaled on the soldier's huge rod, the
gleaming muscles flexing as he pistoned into his ass.

They spectacular fuck went on and on ... for Lloyd there was no time or
space.  But they could not hold back their climax forever.  Finally, again,
Hassan's voice ... "Now you will feel my juice deep in your body, Lloyd,
and you will show me how much you desire me.  Let me see, Lloyd ... now!"
Lloyd felt the huge cock shudder in his ass and blast semen deep inside
him.  "I love you, Hassan," he screamed as he saw his own cum spurt in a
high curve, then splash down over the heaving body of the glorious man who
had possessed him at last.

When their heartbeats slowed Lloyd said urgently, "Don't pull out, man.  I
want to feel your cock inside me.  Hassan smiled, fell forward and together
they rolled over in the dirt, coming to rest folded together, joined by
Hassan's cock that still pulsed inside Lloyd's ravaged ass.

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

Steve had just got home and was wondering where Lloyd was.  He knew he
wasn't working today, but maybe he had gone out.  He pulled open a drawer
of Lloyd's desk to see if his car keys were there.  They were ... but so
was something else.  Steve frowned and pulled out a pair of crumpled gray
shorts.  They were not Lloyd's he knew that, so ...  He raised them to his
nose and ..."whew!" ... they reeked of cum.  But more than that, they
smelled of ... Hassan .... they were Hassan's!"

It was like a blow to the gut.  Steve reeled as he imagined all the
scenarios that could have led to this.  Enough was enough.  Now he knew
where Lloyd was and he stumbled out of the house, across the garden to the
lip of the hill.  He looked down ... and stood rooted to the spot.  Way
below, by the cottage, Lloyd and Hassan were lying naked in the dirt.
Hassan's arms were wrapped round Lloyd and ... "Jesus!" ... his cock was
still in his ass.

Steve had not been seen and he stumbled away, round the house to the
garage.  He yanked open his car door, fell in and drove blindly away.  As
he sped along Mulholland, swerving round the curves of the winding hilltop
road, he struggled to get control of his reeling thoughts.  "Come on, man,"
he said out loud to himself, "get a grip.  You're a therapist, for god's
sake.  `Physician heal thyself'."  That phrase made him smile grimly and
brought him back to earth.

Suddenly he knew there was only one place he could go.  His relationship
with Lloyd was in ruins and he needed family.  He needed Bob's calm wisdom
and the strength of his own brother Randy.  He suddenly had an image of
Bob's smiling, sympathetic face, felt his comforting arm round his
shoulder.

And Randy ... well, he wasn't so sure about that.  Randy, his
over-protective older brother, fiercely loyal, but quick to anger
... terrible in his anger.  His reaction would be ...  Oh what the hell,
never mind.  Steve was hurting, confused, and he needed them both ... no
matter what happened next.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" ... Part 132


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