Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2013 01:40:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 149   by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 149
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
   The twins are found and punished.  "Randy towered over the naked, bound,
frightened twins.  To get worked over by the construction boss was the
worst punishment a boy could expect."  Then the boys plot to reunite Bob
and Mark.  "Bob gasped in disbelief as the muscular, blond Greek God ran
toward him.  Mark stopped and gazed in awe at Bob's stunning body, the
rugged square-jawed face, the tousled dark hair."

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


A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 149 – "The Band of Brothers"

There was always an instinct in the boys to circle the wagons in a time of
crisis ... and they knew this was a crisis.  Jamie, Pablo, Darius and Nate
sat at the table by the pool and between them they were able to piece
together most of what had gone down here. They looked around at the
burnt-out tree and the charred debris on the ground, and they had all
sensed the anger and bitterness that had flared up between Mark and Bob.

It had all started when the twins' barbecue got out of control and they had
to call the fire brigade.  One of the firefighters left behind to mop up
the hotspots turned out to be the gorgeous hunk in the Fireman's Calendar
they kept secretly under their bed.  He was the ultimate muscle-god, a
masturbatory icon so beautiful as to be pornographic.

Mesmerized, they readily agreed to spectacular sex with him, only to be
interrupted by Mark, who was shocked at the sight of this total betrayal of
the man he loved ... Bob.  He dealt with the fireman first, handcuffing him
and fucking his virgin ass.  Then he turned his fury on the twins, losing
control as he brutally fucked their faces.

Enter Bob, stunned to see the enraged cop brutalizing his boys.  The
results were traumatic ... bitter enmity between Mark and Bob, and the
disappearance of the twins who, unable to bear the shame and guilt, had run
away.

While Bob and Mark were out searching for the twins the other boys were
putting their heads together.  They understood that the worst part of the
drama was the rupture between Bob and Mark.  Everyone knew they were in
love with each other, so the idea of them being enemies was unthinkable.
It was Jamie who took the lead.

"Guys, it's up to us!  Seems like everyone's made a royal fuck-up of this
whole mess, and it's up to the boys to put things right.  I think we can,
guys.  For starters I have a pretty good idea where the twins have gone.  I
once told them about the place I ran away to.  Remember, Pablo, where you
and Billy found me?  My guess is they've gone there.  But we don't wanna
scare them off, so I think I should go find them first, then you guys come
after as back-up."

"Sounds like a plan to me," said Darius.  "And after that we'll kind of
make things up as we go along.  Everyone agreed?"

"Agreed," they said in unison, sealing the deal by slapping their right
hands on top of each other.

"Shit," Darius grinned.  "Just like a band of brothers.  Then again, I
guess that's kinda what we are."

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

If a man, or a boy, walks a couple of miles from the house, down the hill,
across Figueroa and over the Pasadena Freeway, he will come to the Arroyo
Seco, a sprawling, green wilderness area where a person can lose himself.
During the day it was frequented by hikers, but at night it was home to
coyotes, deer and other animals seeking refuge from the city.  It was also
home to the homeless, where people down on their luck would spend the night
in the thick brush.

It had been Jamie's home for a while, way back when he was living rough
with a buddy before he was taken in by the house and eventually became
Mark's boy.  Jamie had told the wide-eyed twins stories of that time and
place, and had even taken him there once on one of their hikes.  The twins
had looked in amazement at the small, hidden hollow, surrounded by bushes,
where Jamie and his buddy had once hunkered down.

Knowing the twins as well as he did Jamie had a hunch that, in their
despair and misery, that's the spot they would head for.  He had gone on
ahead of the other boys after giving them directions.  Now he tramped
through the grass and brush, recalling with a shudder of recognition the
trails he had followed as a young outcast from society.  He thought now of
his hero, Mark, and the trouble he was in with Bob, and longed to feel his
strong arms round him.

But first things first ... he had to help put things right.  As he
approached the hollow he heard low, somber voices.  He took a deep breath,
broke through the bushes ... and there were the twins, huddled close
together, sitting on the grass, hunched forward miserably with their arms
round their knees.  They looked up startled.

"Jamie!  What are you doing here?"  They looked past him with alarm.  "Is
Bob with you?"

Jamie sat down next to them and smiled.  "No, just me.  I guessed you would
come here.  You're not the only guys ever to fuck up, you know.  I did
once... big time ... with Mark."

"You did?

"Yeah ... I must've been crazy letting Steve fuck me.  Mark caught us and
beat up Steve and I thought Mark would be so pissed off he would throw me
out, so I ran away ... came here."

"Just like us," said Kevin.

"Yeah, just like that.  But you know what?  Mark didn't want to throw me
out.  No ... he still loved me and went frantic trying to find me.  Then
Pablo came to get me with Billy."

They perked up slightly on hearing that someone had once been in exactly
their predicament, but gloom quickly fell upon them again and tears began
flowing down their cheeks.  "Yeah, dude," Kyle said between sobs, "but that
was you and Mark.  We can never go back after what we did!"  He heaved a
miserable sigh.  "Everyone in that house loves Bob, and we're the guys who
betrayed him and fucked things up between him and Mark.  How could we face
anyone after that?  No one in that house is gonna even want to look at us."

Just then there was a rustling in the bushes and Pablo's dog Billy burst
into the clearing.  He rushed up to the startled twins, tail wagging
furiously, and started to lick their faces, lapping up the tears on their
cheeks.  Jamie stood up and laughed.  "There's your answer, dudes!  At
least one guy in the house still loves you."

"And that goes for us too, mates," came the unmistakable Australian accent
of Nate as he followed Billy into the hollow along with Pablo and Darius.

The four boys sat crossed-legged facing the twins, making a tight circle
... their version of circling the wagons.  "Dudes," said Pablo, "don't
think you're any different from us.  We've all fucked up in our time, and
been punished for it.  But let me tell you something, when those guys take
you on as their boy, that's it, you're theirs for keeps ... fuck-ups and
all.  So whad'ya say?  Come back with us and face the music.  And we'll be
right there cheering you on."

Confused and uncertain the twins looked from one eager face to another.
Seeing they were wavering Darius said, "Think of it another way, dudes.  If
you don't come back us guys are gonna have to do the cooking.  Picture it
... an hour of that your kitchen's gonna look like a war zone."

Surprisingly that was the clincher.  Above all else the twins took pride in
their kitchen and their cooking skills and they couldn't stand the thought
of anyone screwing it all up.  "You guys can't cook," Kevin said softly,
and the boys nodded in bright-eyed agreement.  Slowly the twins pulled
themselves to their feet.  The boys put their arms round their shoulders
and they allowed themselves to be led away from this place of sad memories.

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

About that time Bob pulled up to the house and dropped his face onto his
hands on the steering wheel, emotionally exhausted.  He climbed wearily
from the car, walked through the gate ... and came face to face with Randy.
He had just got home from work and was looking around with amazement and
mounting anger at the burnt tree, blackened barbecue and debris scattered
all over the garden.

"What the fuck's happened here?" he barked.  "What's been going on?  And
where the fuck is everyone ... Mark ...  the boys?  The place is deserted."
Then he saw the ashen look on Bob's face.  "Hey, buddy, what's up?  You
look like shit.  Here, let's go inside and get a drink."

"Thanks Randy," he said, "but I'd rather we go up to our room.  I don't
want to run into Mark right now.  They went upstairs, Randy poured two
large brandies and listened as Bob haltingly described everything that had
happened.  When he came to the part where Mark was savagely fucking the
twins' faces, punishing them for having sex with the fireman, Randy had
heard enough and jumped to his feet, his eyes blazing.

"Where is he?  Where's Mark?  I'll damn well ... and the asshole fireman
... what fire station did he come from?"

He walked toward the door but Bob barred his way.  "No, Randy, please,
don't."  He had a vision of Randy beating the crap out of Mark, then
tearing apart the fire station.  "That'll only mess things up even worse.
Please, man.  My only concern now is the twins.  They've run away and I was
out looking for them but realized I'd be more use here so I can talk to
them if they should call.  Please, Randy, sit back down."  His voice
cracked with anxiety and fatigue.  "I need you with me, man."

Randy looked at his stricken lover and gathered him into his arms in a
tight bearhug.  There was a heavy silence, broken suddenly by the ring of
the house phone.  Bob broke away and grabbed the phone.  "Yes?"  His body
slumped with relief as he heard Jamie's voice.  "It's OK, sir.  I found
them ... they're with me and the boys.  We're bringing them home."

"Jamie... thank you ... thank you.  You're a great kid.  I'll meet you at
the gate.  Great job, Jamie.  You're terrific."  He hung up the phone,
turned to Randy and fell into his arms again.  "They're safe.  Jamie and
the boys have got them.  I'll meet them outside and take them into their
house."  He pulled back and looked into Randy's eyes.  "And while I'm gone,
please, Randy, please..."

"OK, OK, cool it, buddy.  I promise I won't take Mark apart ..." he grinned
"... or the fire station.  When the other boys come in they can help me
clean up outside and then" (with a mock salute) "I'll wait for orders from
the boss."

"God I love you, man.  Thanks for..."  He teared up, but checked himself
and became businesslike.  "When I've had a talk with the twins I'll call
you on your cell to join us.  I think I'm gonna need your help with what I
have in mind."

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

Bob stood outside the house and watched the group trudging up the hill.
The twins still appeared to be in shock, but the other boys were animatedly
trying to cheer them up.  Darius, naturally, was leading the effort and his
cheerful voice floated up to Bob as they approached.  "So, dudes, don't
forget the rule of the house.  It's a ritual called `spilling the beans'.
When this is over we want to hear everything ... every last detail.  And
feel free to exaggerate."  Bob couldn't help smiling.  There was nobody
like Darius to cheer a boy up.

The boys' laughter died down as they saw Bob waiting for them.  Bob thanked
them profusely, with a special smile for Jamie that melted him as it always
did.  "OK, guys, while I talk to the twins Randy's waiting for you to help
clean up the mess in the garden."  A few minutes later Bob was facing the
twins in their little house in Zack's grounds, their heads hanging down,
afraid to make eye contact.  Bob made them sit at the kitchen table and he
sat facing them.

"OK, now first I want you both to look me in the eyes."  Slowly they raised
their heads and Bob's heart melted when he saw the haunted look of guilt
and fear in their eyes.  "Right, you should be able to see in my eyes that
I still love you, OK?"

"Yes, sir ... thank you, sir."

"Good, now we've got that settled I want you to tell me what happened.
Take your time."  There was an uneasy silence, then a look passed between
the twins and Kevin got up and went to the bedroom.  He came back with
their Fireman's Calendar, sat down and pushed it shyly across the table to
Bob.  Kyle said quietly, "August, sir.  Jason."

Bob flipped the calendar open to the August page and gave a low whistle.
"Wow, does this guy here look like your fireman?  I only got a quick
glimpse of him in the garden."

"You don't understand, sir ... that is him, the same guy.  He's Jason.  He
was in the garden."

Bob looked at them in astonishment and suddenly understood everything.  The
firefighter was spectacular, stripped to the waist in his bulky yellow
pants, suspenders over his heavily muscled torso.  Bob could see how the
twins couldn't resist, especially as they had doubtless often looked
longingly at this picture ... probably cum all over it.  Bob smiled
inwardly as he felt his own cock get stiff just looking at the picture.

"OK, kids, now here's the deal.  I understand why you were tempted by the
guy ... he's gorgeous.  But two things disappoint me ... one, that you
didn't trust me to understand what you did and you ran away.  And two, that
you didn't feel you could share your fantasies with me.  I know I may look
like a buttoned-up business executive to you, but I have my share of
fantasies too, you know ... hell, Randy is one of them.  And you should
check with Pablo and Darius.  I've taken them on a few fantasy trips that
they still talk about, probably still jerk off to."

"Sir, we're very sorry, sir.  It's just that we ..."  Kevin's voice trailed
off as tears filled his eyes.

"Now listen," Bob said.  "I want us to put all this behind us.  There's
kind of a rule in this house that when a boy steps out of line he gets
punished ... and then it's over, done with.  You do know you have to get
punished, don't you?"

"Oh yes, sir," said Kevin eagerly.  "It's what we want," added Kyle.  "We
need you to punish us."

"Yeah, well, it's not gonna be me.  I'm not great at physical punishment
but I know someone who is.  Wait here for a minute."

Bob left the room and called Randy on his cell.  He had a short but intense
conversation with him, then rejoined the twins.  They sat in an uneasy
silence, then suddenly the door flew open and there stood Randy.  Looming
in the doorway, back-lit by the sun, he was a formidable sight.  He was
still in his work clothes ... cargo pants, boots and his dirt-streaked
tank-top ... still sweaty from cleaning up the garden in the hot sun.  His
voice was gruff.

"OK, kids, you should know one thing ... it's a rule.  When anyone messes
with my guy here, anyone hurts him, they answer to me.  You betrayed him,
you get punished ... by me."

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

The twins were surprised and dismayed.  They had expected Bob to punish
them and felt they needed it ... looked forward to it even.  They knew that
Bob's gentle soul would never allow him to hurt them.  But Randy!  His
punishments were legendary ... bondage, ass whippings, and brutal,
prolonged fucks.  They were scared.

"OK, strip naked.  Then on your backs ... on the bed."  They scrambled to
obey and soon Randy was towering over the frightened, naked twins, lying
pressed close to each other for mutual support.  This, they knew, was the
worst.  To get fucked by the boss was the worst punishment a boy could
expect ... he could rip their asses raw.  Their worst fears were confirmed
when they saw him with lengths of rope that he had brought in.  He worked
with the speed of an expert, and minutes later the twins were helpless,
their wrists tied to the bedframe above their heads.

Then came his classic command.  "Let me see you get free."

The beautiful naked young bodies began to writhe beside each other, tugging
at the ropes, their lithe muscles flexing as if they were being stretched
on the rack.  Standing in the background Bob gazed in awe at the stunning
sight ... two young brothers in helpless bondage, at the mercy of the big,
swarthy bodybuilder.

Bob ... after the first flush of fear, they both suddenly realized that he
was still in the room, watching everything.  And this provided them with a
zone of some comfort.  Bob loved them, he had told them so.  He would never
let anyone really hurt them ... even the fearsome Randy.  So when the
construction boss knelt between their legs they were not as terrorized as
they might have been if Bob had been absent.  But Randy's rough voice
reignited their fear.

"This fireman ... did he fuck your ass?"

"Yes, sir," said Kyle timidly.

"Like this?"  Roughly Randy pushed Kyle's legs up and pressed the tip of
his rod against his hole.  Then suddenly he buried the whole length of his
shaft into the boy's ass, making him howl with pain.  But instantly he
pulled back and the pain lessened until the rod thrust down again and Kyle
howled as before.

Randy was a master ... and Bob had known it.  He had received Bob's
instructions and as he pistoned inside the young ass he was hurting the boy
enough to make him yell, but not enough to injure him as he could have
done.  He was expert at this, pushing the boy to his limits, then taking
him over his pain threshold for just an instant.

As his body rose and fell over the boy Randy growled, "You're getting your
ass fucked by the boss, kid, because you betrayed the boss's lover.  Now
you're gonna tell me something.  Look at me, feel that cock, and tell me
who's the best... me or your fireman?  Look at me, boy."

Kyle looked up at the magnificent dark demon, his piercing, hypnotic blue
eyes, his muscular chest heaving under the thin fabric of the greasy
tank-top, and he felt the huge rod taking him right to the edge of pain but
leaving him wanting more.  Like so many others before him Kyle was falling
under the spell of the man's sexual magnetism and he said, in a trance,
"You are, sir.  You are the best.  Please fuck my ass, sir."

"Good answer, kid."  Randy pulled all the way out, paused, and then in one
savage move plunged his cock into the depths of his gut, over the inner
sphincter into that seldom visited spot.  The boy's head flew back and he
screamed.  Randy had just taken him beyond his limit ... and it hurt
... but that didn't stop Kyle from blasting a stream of cum over his chest.

When Kevin's turn came he looked up at Randy with a mix of fear and
excitement.  As always with the twins, the experience for one was exactly
as it had been for the other.  Randy gave him the same treatment, burying
his cock deep in his ass to the edge of pain, then pulling out, leaving
Kevin gasping for more.  The boy looked up in awe at the muscle-god's chest
heaving under the tight tank, sweat dripping down on him.  Randy growled,
"Tell me what you want, kid."

"I ... I want you fuck me harder, sir, make me cum like you did my brother.
Please, sir."  Randy pulled all the way out, paused ... and speared the
young ass savagely one last time, sending Kevin spinning from pain to
ecstasy as he screamed and his cock erupted.

Randy pulled out, stood up and turned to grin at Bob.  Bob had trusted him
to punish the boys in a way that would hurt them, but not too much ... to
make them scared, but not too much.  Randy had delivered as Bob knew he
would.  Bob smiled at him in appreciation and love.  He was crazy about
this extraordinary man.  Randy pulled off his sweaty tank top and said,
"Hey, big guy, you wanna help yourself to some of what's left here?"

Bob pulled off his T-shirt and stood beside Randy, both dropping to their
knees on the bed.  The twins looked up at them in awe as Randy said, "OK,
boys.  I just made both of you shoot a hot load of jism.  But now you have
to apologize to my man here ... not in words ... in cum.  I wanna see you
shoot another load to show you're master how much you love him."

He pressed his cock against Kyle's ass and Bob did the same with Kevin.
"OK, stud," Randy said, "let's do it ... let's finish them off."  In unison
the men pushed their hips forward and their cocks glided into the young
asses, already tender from the pounding by the boss's thick pole.  The
twins gazed up at the two shirtless muscle-gods and heaved huge sighs.
They had misbehaved, run away, been rescued by the boys, reunited with Bob
and punished by his lover, the boss.  And now they were in heaven.

Even though they had shot their loads only minutes ago they couldn't resist
the sensation of the cocks sliding gently back and forth in their asses.
They were being fucked by their master and his lover ... and they couldn't
hold back.  Suddenly Randy shouted, "OK, guys ... Now!"  And there were
four spectacular orgasms, with the boys shooting another load over their
cum-slicked bodies while their masters poured hot juice deep inside them.

There was a long moment as the men and boys gazed at each other, their
breath heaving.  Randy untied their wrists then sprang to his feet and
looked sternly down at them.  "OK, guys, that's it.  The rule of this house
is that you get punished and then it's over."  He raised a warning finger.
"But make no mistake ... you ever disobey or hurt this man again, and I
will personally come back and ream your young asses so fucking hard you
won't be able to sit, let alone get fucked, for weeks.  You're home with
your master, now.  Treat him well."

He turned to leave, but then looked back.  "And get your asses back in that
kitchen, boys.  I'm fucking starving so start cooking."

"Yes sir!" they said in unison, exchanging conspiratorial smiles with Bob
as the boss flung his shirt over his shoulder and strode out of the room.

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

"Better do what the man says," Bob smiled as the twins got off the bed and
hugged him.  `You don't want more of that treatment ... or do you?"  There
was mischief in their eyes as they ran laughing from the room.

Bob heaved a big sigh.  He was relieved that that part was over, but there
was still a knot in the pit of his stomach.  He kept seeing Mark, kept
remembering how he had hurt the twins and how he himself had hit Mark in
anger.  The bitter accusations and insults they had traded rang in his
ears, especially his parting words to Mark ... "We're finished, buddy.
Don't come near me or my boys anymore, is that clear?"  There was no going
back on that.

Gloomily he trudged across the street and up to his room.  Randy was just
getting out of the shower with a towel wrapped round his waist.  He grinned
at Bob.  "Was that thing with the twins OK?  Did I carry out your orders,
sir?"

"To the letter, Randy."  Bob smiled and put his arms round him.  "You were
terrific.  Just what I wanted and the twins needed."

"Hell, man, you should learn to dish out punishment yourself.  You're way
too soft.  Still, that's what I love about you.  And it means you need to
keep a big lug like me around to do your dirty work."  Bob pulled away and
now Randy noticed the faraway look in his eyes.  "Shit, for someone who
just got his boys back you sure don't look too happy ... more like a rainy
Tuesday night."  He frowned.  "It's Mark, right?  That big fight you two
had?"

"Yeah ...  it's the first time we've ever been enemies, and..." he choked
up ... "sorry, buddy."  He turned round to hide the tears welling up in his
eyes."

Randy walked forward and threw his arm round his lover's neck.  "Listen,
man, I've always known you two were in love with each other.  I'm OK with
that, just as long as I'm always your main man, understood?"

Bob brightened.  "Never any doubt of that, stud."  He grinned.  "You wanna
prove it?"

"Damn right," said Randy, letting the towel drop, his iron hard cock
rearing up.  "Get those fucking clothes off you before I rip them off."

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

Following Randy's orders the twins had produced dinner on time.  It was
Randy and Bob who were late.  When they finally walked into the living room
the glow round them was obvious to all the men sitting round the table, and
they were greeted with a ripple of applause.

Dinner was served by the twins and Nate, but there was still a cloud
hanging over the group, heightened by the absence of Mark and Jamie.  Mark
had taken his boy out to dinner.  Conversation skirted round the elephant
in the room, the almost unbelievable rift between Bob and Mark, two of the
most popular men in the house who had been so in love with each other.

At another meal table, in a nearby restaurant, there was a similar
tiptoeing through the conversation minefield.  Mark was proud of Jamie's
taking the lead in finding the boys and his affection for his boy was
warmer than ever.  But beneath that his mood was still somber.  Like Bob,
Mark's unhappiness was tinged with the shreds of anger that still lingered
and, like Bob, he was determined not to be the one to heal the breach.

Jamie understood everything and couldn't bear to see his beautiful master
so sad.  But, as before with the twins, a plan was forming in Jamie's mind
and he said carefully, "Sir, I was thinking ... you know how you gave me
your shack in the dunes.  Well, sir, as it's mine now I would like to
invite you up there for a couple of days.  Be good to get out of town."

Not for the first time Mark was surprised by the insight and kindness of
his boy.  Mark had been dreading his first confrontation with Bob, and this
would be a way of delaying it, of putting some distance between them.
Yeah, a trip with his boy up to the dunes was exactly what he needed.  He
smiled for the first time and placed his hands over Jamie's on the table.

"Jamie, I love the hell out of you, boy.  As it happens I've been working
back-to-back shifts so I have a few days coming to me.  How about we leave
first thing in the morning?  The way I'm feeling, though, I might not be
such great company so why don't you invite Nate along too?  You two can get
in some surfing while I nurse my bruised feelings."

"Awesome, sir."  Jamie smiled, pleased with himself.  So far so good.

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

That evening Mark went to bed early, going into his apartment the back way
to avoid the others, especially Bob.  But Jamie stayed, and when the meal
had been cleared away all the boys huddled round the table outside.  At
first Darius was in charge, insisting on the `spilling the beans' ritual he
had mentioned to the twins.  Emboldened by Bob's attitude to their
Fireman's Calendar they decided to share it.  They pushed it across the
table to Darius and said, "August."

Darius flipped it open and his eyes grew wide.  "No way, dudes.  This was
never the actual guy!  He's totally fucking awesome ... and he was actually
here?"  With mock solemnity he got up, fell to his knees and kissed the
ground Jason had walked on.

After the raucous laughter died down the twins did indeed `spill all the
beans' of their adventure with Jason to their spellbound buddies.  Only one
of the boys did not fully share the high spirits of the others.  Jamie
remained silent and contemplative and it didn't escape Nate's notice.
"What's up, mate?  You still worried about that Mark and Bob thing?"  All
eyes were on Jamie.

"Look, guys," he said, "I know we got the twins back for Bob, but we've
still got work to do.  I think us boys can fix this mess and I have a plan.
But Darius, you'll have to enlist Zack's help."

"Hell, nothing I like better than a good conspiracy," Darius grinned.  "OK,
dude, what's the scoop?"

And so the plan went into action.  Early the next morning Darius had a
private word with Zack, who grinned and said, "Leave it to me, kiddo."

At breakfast Bob was still withdrawn and gloomy.  He had given Jamie time
off from the office, though all he had told Bob was that Mark was taking
him out of town, not where.  But Bob was certain it was to avoid him.
While the twins were away in the kitchen Zack smiled at Bob.

"I don't get it, buddy.  You have a great night of sex with that stud of
yours, you've got your boys back and still you look like you're on death
row.  Listen, maybe you can do a favor to me and yourself at the same time.
That shack of mine in the dunes.  I've been trying to get up there to check
it out ... make sure it's still standing ... but work's been a bitch and I
haven't had time.  Why don't you take the twins up there for a few days
... give them a treat after all the shit that's gone down here?  Breathe
again, man ... get out from under those rain clouds."

The twins had just come out with more coffee and they heard the last bit of
Zack's suggestion.  Their eyes sparkled as they looked expectantly at Bob.
He saw their eager anticipation, thought for a minute and said, "Well, I
sure could use a breath of sea air.  If you're sure about this, Zack, it's
a terrific idea, eh guys?"  The twins nodded enthusiastically.  "I was
gonna work at home the next couple of days but I guess it can wait.  Hey,
Pablo, you think you and Darius can cope here, with Nate gone too?  It'll
just be you two, Randy and Zack."

"He'll cope," Randy growled into his coffee, "if he ever wants to feel my
dick in his ass again."

"Yes please, sir," Pablo beamed, with his familiar crooked gin.

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

So quickly did Bob warm to the idea of getting away with the twins that he
couldn't wait to leave.  Next morning it took only an hour or two for him
to make a few business calls and the twins to pack supplies.  Alone in the
kitchen Kyle made a quick, breathless call to Jamie's cell.  "We're on,
dude ... it worked ... stay tuned."

And then they were on the road.  Bob had taken the truck so they could all
share the front seat but it was a fairly silent trip as Bob was still
wrapped in melancholy.  The twins didn't much mind the silence, though.
They were with the man they idolized, he had forgiven them, they were going
on a trip, and all was right with the world ... or soon would be if their
plan worked.  They smiled at each other conspiratorially and gave each
other's hand a hidden squeeze.

A few hours ahead of them there was a similar mood in Mark's truck.  He was
mostly silent, wrestling with his confusion of anger, guilt and desolation
as he saw Bob's beautiful face constantly before him.  But, ever the cop,
he was defiant.  No way would he apologize or reconcile with Bob.  Later,
after they had arrived at the cabin and had a bite to eat he tried to relax
in the sun.  But he was restless and knew what he needed to shake off his
dark mood.

Physical exercise usually helped him through times like this and he turned
to his old friends, the bench press and weights he had there, and the chin
bar in the door frame.  His concentration became intense as he began his
workout.  Jamie and Nate had kept their distance, letting Mark brood on his
own.  But now they watched from behind a nearby dune, as the near-naked cop
in gym shorts strained and grunted, his spectacular body lying on the
bench, his chest and biceps flexing and straining as he pressed ever
heavier weights.

The boys had watched this before but it never ceased to enthrall them.
Hidden from view they gazed in awe, stroking their hard dicks faster and
faster.  When Mark sprang from the bench and began pulling himself up to
the chin bar the sight of his splayed muscles was too much for them and
Nate said softly, "You gonna cum, mate?"  "Are you kidding?" Jamie
whispered.  "Let's do it, dude."  And they both shot a long stream of juice
into the hot sand.

But even after a rigorous workout Mark was still not at peace.  He drank a
beer, or half of it, paced, then turned to the boys and said, "I gotta go
for a run, guys.  Wanna come?"

"Sir," Jamie said, "me and Nate were just waxing our boards to go surfing.
Is it OK if we ..."

"Sure, sure," Mark said absently.  "Just be careful out there."  He turned
and began a steady jog up the beach.

But the boys didn't go surfing.  They rested their boards against the shack
and Jamie pulled out his cell phone.  "Hey, great," he said to Kevin,
"you're there already.  Now listen ..."

Bob and the twins had just arrived and as Bob came from the truck Kevin
quickly put away his phone.  Bob stripped down to his swim trunks but it
was obvious to the twins that his mind was elsewhere.  They glanced at each
other and Kyle said casually, "Sir, how far down the beach is Mark's
shack?"

Bob looked up sharply at the sound of Mark's name.  "Well, technically it's
Jamie's now, but it's about three miles away."  Suddenly he wanted to be
somewhere that reminded him of Mark, a place they had spent happier times.
"Now you mention it, when any of us is here we usually check on each
other's place if it's empty, just to make sure everything's OK.  So if you
guys don't mind finishing unloading the truck I think I'll take a run down
there.  Do me good."

They encouraged him to go, and as he ran off they high fived each other,
their eyes gleaming.

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

At the other end of the beach the afternoon sun beat down on Mark as he
picked up speed, his feet pounding the wet sand.  He breathed deeply but
his jaw was clenched as he willed himself to get over the despair he felt.
Once again he ran over in his mind the events in the garden, the things he
had done to the twins, had said to Bob.  Had it been all his fault?  Hell
no, he was just giving the twins what they deserved because he loved Bob.
No, he was fucking in love with him ... the man was magnificent.  But what
was it he had said?  "We're finished, buddy.  Don't come near me or my boys
anymore."  That was plain enough.  They were done.

And then, in the distance he saw what looked like a figure approaching.

As Bob ran steadily down the beach he was eager to get to Mark's shack.
There would be nobody there, but he knew how to get in, it was easy.  He
wanted to breathe in the essence of the man, to lie on the bed where they
had once ...  he tried not to think of the sex they had had there.  Mark's
used clothes were always scattered on the bed and he wanted to hold them,
smell them, be close to Mark ... or as close as he would ever be again, he
thought mournfully.

His eyes were becoming moist, but through his tears he saw something moving
in the distance.  The sun was shining straight into his eyes, dazzling him,
but it looked like someone running.  Strange, there usually wasn't another
soul on this remote, deserted beach.

Down the beach Mark squinted.  As he ran through the surf the spray clouded
his vision but now he could make out the shape of a man.  Yes, a tall,
well-built man, he was sure of that.  Shit, his mind had been focused so
much on Bob that it was playing tricks now.  The guy even looked like him.

Bob was gasping for breath, not from exertion but from disbelief.  It
couldn't be ... not here ... It was like a mirage shimmering on the hot
sand.  He didn't know what to do ... his impulse was to turn and run away
... he couldn't face him.  But it was too late ...  the muscular Greek God
was pounding toward him.  Bob stopped, rooted in the wet sand.

Mark slowed and gazed at the stunning body, the beautiful square-jawed
face, the tousled dark hair.  He came within fifty yards and stopped
running.  The two men gazed at each other mesmerized, and all the anger,
doubt, confusion fled from their minds.  Each man focused on only one thing
... the beautiful man standing before him, the man he loved, the man he
needed right now more than anything.  Their cocks were straining for
release in their shorts.

They both started running again, faster and faster until at last they fell
into each other's arms.  Their faces came together and they were kissing,
licking, biting, trying to get closer, inside each other, their passion
erupting out of the anguish they had both been suffering.  They pulled
back, gazed into each other's eyes, then kissed again, their tongues
searching hungrily deep inside the other's mouth.

When at last they separated they ran their hands over each other's body.
Slowly they sank to their knees, embraced again, and soon their bodies were
clamped together, churning over in the shallow surf.  They were gasping,
their hearts pounding as they tried desperately to convey through muscular
strength the depth of their longing and overwhelming relief of being
together.

When they came to rest at last Mark was on his back with Bob on top of him
and they stared at each other with eyes of wonder.  Mark stroked Bob's face
and said quietly, "Fuck me, man.  Show me you forgive me.  Please, please
... fuck me.  I need to feel your cock in my ass.  Please, man ..."

In an instant they were tearing frantically at each other's shorts, feeling
the ass muscles clench as the fabric tore to shreds.  Bob grabbed Mark's
legs, pushed them high and plunged his cock into his ass.  As the surf
splashed over them they both screamed to the heavens.  Bob was fucking the
ass of the man he loved, the man he had lost and now found again.

As his cock pistoned inside the cop's ass Bob shouted above the crashing
waves, "I love you, man.  I never stopped ... I never stopped loving you.
How could I?"  As if to prove it he pounded the cop's ass even harder until
his raging cock was on fire and he shouted, "Oh man, I've wanted this so
bad ... your ass feels so fucking hot.  It's making me cum, man.  I'm gonna
shoot my load in your ass, buddy.  Cum with me ... please ..."

Their screams drowned out the waves and the cry of the seagulls as their
orgasms erupted.  Mark felt his ass fill with cum as his own poured out of
him and was washed away in the surf.

There was no doubt what came next.  Bob flipped over onto his back and Mark
gazed down at him.  Despite their massive orgasms their cocks were still
rock hard and Bob moaned in ecstasy as he felt Mark's cock sliding inside
him.  He felt he was dreaming as he saw the muscular body rise and fall
over him, felt the huge pole penetrating him, and saw the blue eyes smiling
down at him.  He had to cum again... had to.

"Go ahead, man," Mark said.  "I'm ready."  And so they blasted another load
of juice, yelling at each other wildly in the joy of rediscovered love,
anger cleansed and bodies reunited.  When it was over they lay entwined in
each other's arms in the sand, the surf splashing over them, their only
witness the seagulls, swooping high above with screams of protest and envy.

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

They lay together for a long time, fearful of letting go of the man they
had found again.  It was some time before they helped each other to their
feet.  They were walking back toward Bob's shack in silence, still elated
at being together again, when they saw the twins running toward them.  Kyle
didn't hesitate.  "Sir, we were walking down the beach to see Jamie and
Nate, and we were wondering.  Would it be alright if we spent the night
with them?"

Taken by surprise Bob said, "Well ... sure ... I guess Mark and I can
manage on our own in Zack's place.  Whad'ya think buddy?"

"Sure sounds like a plan to me," Mark said with a gleaming smile."

So the twins dashed off, but Bob was puzzled ... how did they know?  When
they got to the shack the penny finally dropped.  Set up on the porch was a
table with drinks and sandwiches.  And inside there was a casserole in the
oven and the bed had been neatly made and turned down.  Bob grinned at
Mark.  "Buddy, I think we've been set up ... by our own boys no less."

Mark put his arm round Bob's shoulder.  "I had a feeling there was
something going on in Jamie's gorgeous young head.  You're right, man, this
whole thing is a set-up.  The boys have been taking care of their masters.
Guess we have a lot to thank them for."  He was right, and when the twins
reached Jamie and Nate there were triumphant whoops and high-fives all
round.

Bob and Mark showered together and Bob called Randy to check in.  "Hey
buddy, guess what.  Mark came up here too ... I think the boys have been
plotting.  Anyway, Mark and me, we're ... we're spending the night together
in Zack's place, if that's OK with you."

"Sure," came Randy's voice.  "About time you two made up.  As a matter of
fact, Darius and Pablo have asked us if they can go up there and join the
boys ... seems they're planning some kind of boys' orgy in the dunes.  So,
that'll leave just me and Zack here.  It'll be great ... we can kind of get
reacquainted.  So, sure, you two have a good time together."

Bob smiled as he hung up, relieved at Randy's easy-going acceptance of the
situation.  What he couldn't see, of course, was Randy's clenched jaw, the
glint in his eye and the tension in his body as he recalled his own words
to Bob ..... "just as long as I'm always your main man, understood?"
Oblivious of this, Bob turned his attention to Mark and the exhilarating
thought of spending the night with him.  Not that they would probably get
much sleep.

As they sat on the porch over drinks, the sun sinking toward the horizon,
conversation flowed easily, with no mention of recent events.  That was
over, in the past.  So Mark wasn't ready for Bob's sudden question that
came out of nowhere.  "Mark, that fireman who came to the house ... what's
his name?  Jason?  Well ... would you know how to get in touch with him
again?"

Mark smiled in surprise.  "Well, sure, I guess ... I know what fire station
he works out of.  But why in the world ...?

"Oh, nothing.  Just thought of a favor you might be able to do for me."

"Anything, old buddy, you know that."  Mark grinned lasciviously.  "Now
that you mention it I can think of a few favors we can do for each other
right now.  Let's go inside."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" ... Chapter 150

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