Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2013 01:34:49 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 187  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 187
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  At a luxury hotel Mark and Jamie meet the Italian pool-boy.  "They stared
up into a handsome, square-jawed young face with curly black hair, green
eyes and a body that wouldn't quit.  `Ciao – my name is Mario.  If you
need anything at all, signori, please call on me.'"  Later Mark says,
"Shit, that is fucking gorgeous.  That macho young Italian stud tied to the
bed, waiting to get his perfect ass ploughed by a cop."

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


A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 187 – "Mark, Jamie & The Italian Pool-Boy"

 "Wow!"  Jamie wasn't usually at a loss for words in Mark's company, even
though most people treated the Greek-god cop with awed deference.  Bu right
now `Wow' was the only word that Mark's boy could come up with as they
stood together gazing down at the Pacific Ocean from the terrace of their
suite in the cliff-top Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Laguna Niguel.

"Impressive, eh, kid?  I thought you'd like it.  I was about time I brought
you down here so we could live it up for a few days ... you deserve a
little taste of luxury.  This is the same place Bob brings Randy sometimes
when he feels that his man should shed the grime of the construction site
and become civilized.  This struck a chord in Jamie and suddenly light
dawned.  "Sir, is this the place where Bob and Randy met that Italian
pool-boy?  Darius tells the story often and it gets sexier every time.  He
even knows the guy's name – Mario I think."

"Yeah, this is the place," Mark grinned.  "Talking of which, why don't we
go down to the pool and have lunch there?"  So a short while later they
were lounging on chaises by the pool, drinks by their side.  Many eyes
focused on the two blond men in swim trunks with flawless muscular bodies,
their handsome faces turned up to the sun, eyes closed.  Suddenly they
heard a heavily accented Italian voice say, "Buongiorno, gentlemen.  Do you
have everything you need?"

They opened their eyes and found themselves staring up into a square-jawed
handsome young face with high cheek-bones, dark curly black hair and
stunning green eyes.  He was wearing the informal pool-attendant uniform of
white T-shirt and white pants.  "Ciao – my name is Mario.  If there is
anything you need, anything at all, please feel free to call on me."

Mark was the first to recover and said, "As a matter of fact, Mario, we
could use another round of drinks when you have a moment."

Mario flashed a set of gleaming white teeth set off by his darkly bronzed
face.  "I have a moment right now, signore.  Always for you I will have `a
moment' as you say."  Bowing slightly he left and they watched him move
smoothly between the chaises toward the bar.  "That's him!" said Jamie
excitedly.  "That's Bob and Randy's guy, Mario – he still works here."

"Yeah, he works it alright," Mark smiled.  A few minutes later they watched
the tall young Italian wending his elegant way back to them bearing a tray
with their drinks.  His tight white T-shirt and pants left little to the
imagination – broad shoulders, muscular arms, rounded pecs and slim
waist and hips.  As he bent over them to put down their drinks they
couldn't miss the long bulge in his pants.  And when he turned round and
reached up to adjust the umbrella Mark and Jamie rolled their eyes at each
other.  The round globes of his perfect ass bulged under his tight pants.

Mario smiled at them again.  "Signori, if you will be taking dinner in the
restaurant later I can enter your name now as reservations fill up
quickly."

"No thanks, Mario," said Mark.  "I think we'll call room service and have
dinner in our room."

"Ah, molto bene," smiled Mario.  "After the pool closes I join the room
service staff.  I know your room number and will make sure I am your waiter
if you would like."

"Yes, we would like," Jamie blurted out, and blushed at his own
impulsiveness.

"Until later then, signori."  Mario flashed another smile and, as he turned
to leave, the guys could swear he flexed his ass under his pants.  Mark
smiled at Jamie's lustful expression.  "You want him, kiddo?"

Jamie blushed again.  "Well ... only if you want it too, sir.  But do you
think he wants us?"

"Are you kidding?" Mark laughed.  "He was practically eating us alive.  So
yeah, it's fine with me – he's a beautiful young man so we'll entertain
him together.  We'll have fun.  It'll be a little adventure for us.  You
sure you're OK with that?"

"You bet, sir.  Absolutely."

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

They spent much of the afternoon by the pool, ordering more drinks and a
light lunch, which were all served by Mario, despite the fact that there
was a fleet of other pool-boys weaving through the chaises attending to
guests.  It seemed that Mario had designated himself as their sole waiter.
His attention to them was always the polished professionalism the hotel was
known for, but behind the proficient smile that he bestowed on all the
guests they detected an extra gleam in his eyes for them, a subtle hint of
intimacy that went beyond simple courtesy.

And on the several occasions they got up and dived into the pool together
many gazes were fixed on them, but they couldn't miss the ardent green eyes
of the young Italian staring at them.  Eventually, as the sun began to get
lower in the sky Mark said, "Hey, kid, enough of eating, drinking and
lounging.  You wanna keep that gorgeous body of yours toned up for me,
don't you?  So let's go for a run on the beach."

They walked over to the gate and Jamie glanced around to catch another
glimpse of Mario but he was busy at the bar concentrating on drinks orders.
So Jamie followed Mark down to the long winding path from the cliff top to
the beach and they began their jog, splashing through the shallow surf of
the long, curving beach.

They ran in silence, Mark full of his usual confidence and pride in his
boy, but Jamie with more conflicting thoughts.  He loved being out of town
with Mark, just the two of them, and the taste of Ritz luxury was the icing
on the cake.  But he couldn't rid his mind of the sexy Italian ... his
muscular body, square-jawed features, curly black hair and piercing green
eyes.  The image even caused his cock to swell in his shorts as he ran.

But no, this was not how it was meant to be.  His hard-on should be for
Mark, not Mario.  Did Mark have a hard-on, he wondered, and if so was it
for Jamie or the pool-boy?  Jamie was in a whirl of confusion.  He had told
Mark he wanted Mario, and he did, but so did Mark, and who did Mark want
most, and which of them did Mario want most?  They had never had three-way
sex outside of their group, certainly never with a stranger as gorgeous as
this... and...

"You OK, Jamie?"  Mark's voice broke into Jamie's troubled thoughts and his
attention snapped back to the man he idolized, running steadily beside him.
"Don't think so much, kiddo.  This is our time to relax together.  Just go
with the flow and everything'll be just fine, you'll see."

Trust Mark to read Jamie's mood so accurately.  His words reassured him and
he smiled at Mark, saying simply, "Thank you, sir."  And they both
understood what the thank you was for.  Jamie took a deep breath and looked
forward to the evening.

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

When they got back up to the hotel they walked through the pool area where
the action was winding down, with only a few guests left.  There were only
a couple of pool-boys working now and Mario was nowhere to be seen.  Jamie
didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved.  Maybe it had all been
harmless flirting and wouldn't lead to anything anyway.  Italians are
probably like that, he thought vaguely.

When they got to the room they showered together, which would normally have
included sex – at least Jamie on his knees sucking his master's dick –
but this time they just hugged and kissed, repressing their sexual urge
without really knowing why.  Maybe intuitively holding it in reserve for
later. They pulled on shorts and T-shirts and Mark ordered drinks from room
service.

"Ten minutes," said Mark as he put down the phone.  It was a long, mostly
silent ten minutes with Jamie's apprehension at seeing Mario again
transmitting itself to Mark.  When the knock at the door finally came it
made them jump.  Mark went to the door while Jamie held his breath.

But it wasn't Mario.  Instead a distinguished-looking older man wheeled in
the drinks cart with a smile and pushed it out onto the terrace.  "Going to
be a great sunset, gentlemen.  Enjoy your drinks, and call us when you're
ready to order dinner."  Mark signed the bill, tipped him in cash and the
waiter left.

He was right about the sunset.  Hovering close to the horizon was a string
of clouds into which the sun was sinking, setting them on fire with
scarlets and golds in contrast to the pale turquoise of the sky, and
flaming the tips of the cresting waves.  Mark and Jamie sat facing each
other on the terrace, Mark poured the drinks and they clinked glasses.
"This is the life, eh, kiddo?"

"It sure is," said Jamie.  "Thank you for bringing me here, sir."  But Mark
noticed that the usual effusiveness in his boy was somehow muted, and he
guessed why.  "OK, Jamie, this is about Mario, isn't it?  Come on, level
with me.  The truth, now."

Jamie looked into Mark's steady eyes and blurted out, "What if you like him
more than me, sir?"

Mark took a sharp intake of breath and turned his face to the ocean,
controlling the flash of irritation that ran through him.  When he turned
back to face his boy the annoyance was gone but his expression was serious.
"Jamie, people say that there is no such thing as a dumb question, but that
was the exception – the dumbest I've heard.  I thought you were over
that insecurity you've always had about me.  Let me make it clear one more
time – you are my boy – I love you and you will always be my boy –
just you, no one else."

He took a couple of deep breaths to stay calm.  "You know, kiddo, I'm
beginning to be sorry we ever met the guy if he's gonna get in the way of
what should be a perfect time for us.  It's not a big deal, after all.  The
pool boy is just a little adventure for us, a bit of fun, but if he upsets
you then we won't see him, it's that simple."

"No, it's not that sir ... it's just that he's so good-looking, so sexy."

Mark stood up, grabbed Jamie by the elbow and marched him off the terrace
and inside to face the full-length mirrored doors of the closet.  He yanked
Jamie's T-shirt off over his head and pointed to the mirror.  "What do you
see there, boy?  Describe it."

Jamie gulped hard, then stammered, "A young man, sir."  Mark insisted, "I
said describe him."  Jamie knew he had to obey and cleared his throat.
"He's tall, good body – really ripped – handsome face, dark tan,
messy blond hair like a surfer.  That's about it, sir."

"No it's not," said Mark.  "Let me help you out here.  The boy is fucking
drop-dead gorgeous, one of the finest I've ever seen, and he's also bright,
funny, kind and real masculine – when he's not being stupidly insecure.
Any man would be proud to have him as his boy – but I'm the one who got
him and I'm not gonna let him go."  He took him in his arms and kissed him.
"OK, end of lecture.  Now – how about those drinks?"

Jamie grinned at Mark – "sorry, sir".  He put his T-shirt back on and
they went back out to the terrace.  "Anyway," Jamie said as they sat down
and resumed their conversation, "maybe Mario's forgotten all about us –
he was just flirting.  After all, he didn't bring our drinks.  But I don't
care," he said brightly, "I have the most important man in my life with me
in this awesome place and ..."  He gazed at Mark whose face was illuminated
by the golden light of the setting sun.  "... and you look incredible, sir
– like a god.  I love you so much, sir, and I promise I won't go all
stupid again."

"Yeah," Mark said, draining his drink.  "Well, even if you do you've always
got me to give you a kick up the ass.  Talking of which ... I'm hungry –
for dinner and for your ass.  They went inside and looked at the room
service menus, made their choices and Mark phoned in the order.  "Half an
hour?  Thank you," he said and put down the phone.  "That gives me just
about enough time to prove to you what I was saying.  Actions speak louder
than words, kiddo, so how about a little action here?"

Jamie knew what preceded `action'.  He stood up, pulled off his T-shirt,
dropped his shorts and smiled shyly at Mark.  Mark gazed at him in awe,
came close, ran his hands over his chest, then shoved him hard enough for
Jamie to fall on his back on the bed.  Again Mark stared at his naked boy
and said, "Jesus, you're gorgeous.  You're everything I want, kiddo –
nobody else.  Look at this..."  He dropped his shorts and out sprang his
already hard cock.  "That's what you do to me, kid.  And now I'm gonna fuck
my boy's sweet ass."

Wearing just his T-shirt he fell forward and clamped Jamie's wrists to the
bed.  "You know what to do, boy.  Jamie raised his legs, offering his ass,
and the head of Mark's cock instantly pressed against into light fuzz of
blond hair round the warm hole.  "See, I told you – they belong
together," Mark smiled.  "You want your master's dick in your ass?"

"You know I do sir.  It's what I wait for every day when you come home from
work.  I always ... aaagh!"  His words were stifled by the sudden invasion
of Mark's long rod and the momentary jolt of pain, which immediately faded
into a euphoria that was as intense as the first day Mark had fucked him.

Mark leaned back, releasing the boy's arms and pulled his T-shirt up over
his head, very slowly, knowing the effect his naked torso had on his boy.
In a trance Jamie reached up and pressed his hands lightly on Mark's
magnificent chest, feeling the muscles rippling under his palms.  Although
this was a daily event in their lives Jamie always fell under the spell of
the chiseled Greek-god features and the hypnotic blue-gray eyes.

His hips rising and falling as he eased his cock in and out of the warm,
moist ass, Mark sighed, "Jesus your ass feels beautiful, Jamie.  Every time
is like the first ..." he smiled, "...though fucking you in these
surroundings makes it even more special.  You're my prince, Jamie, my young
blond Prince Valiant, lying there on this soft bed looking so handsome, so
fine.  And I've made you my prisoner, put a spell on you and you've begged
me to enter you."

In tune with Mark as ever, Jamie saw the whole picture, stretched his arms
up and clutched the headboard, writhing, tossing his head as the powerful
muscle-god impaled his ass on his long shaft.  "Holy shit, that looks
spectacular, boy.  You are so fucking gorgeous you drive me wild.  Man,
I've gotta have that ass."  His eyes blazed now as he increased the tempo
and his cock became a piston driving remorselessly into his boy's ass.  He
grabbed one of Jamie's legs, pushed it up high and looked down at his own
cock drilling into the hole.

Jamie's eyes opened wide as the onslaught continued and gazed up at the
wild-eyed face with the blond hair flying.  "Yes, sir, yes," he moaned,.
"Fuck me, sir ... hard ... please ...I love it when you fuck me hard.  I
love you, sir ... I want more ... but, I ... I think I have to ... I
... I'm sorry, sir...aaagh!"

Mark watched the beautiful young body shudder, saw the boy's cock spasm and
blast a long stream of cum over his chest and face and into his tangled
blond hair.  The sight was too much for him and he yelled, "I'm cumming,
Jamie ... I'm cumming in your ass ... Aaah."  His breathing was ragged as
his cock poured its load deep inside the awestruck boy.  When he was almost
drained he pulled out, grabbed his cock, and blasted a final load over
Jamie's heaving body.

He gazed wildly down at Jamie's sparkling eyes, both men panting and
gleaming with sweat.  He was about to fall on top of him when
suddenly... there was a knock at the door.  "Fuck!"  Quickly Mark got to
his feet, wrapped a towel loosely round his waist, walked to the door and
opened it.

"Dio Mio!"  Mario gasped and took a step back from the meal cart, gazing in
disbelief at the muscle-god standing before him, naked except for the
towel, his body heaving, sculpted muscles rippling and gleaming with sweat,
his eyes wild, tangled blond hair falling over his handsome face.  It was
the most spectacular sight he had ever seen.  There was a stunned silence
and then, from somewhere deep inside, Mario's professional instincts kicked
in and he struggled to regain his poise.

"Er ... good evening, signore ... room service."

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

They stared at each other in silence for a moment, then Mark smiled.  "Hi,
Mario ... sooner than expected," he said, as a rather lame explanation of
his near-naked, breathless state.  Mario needed no explanation, however, as
it was obvious what Mark had been doing.  This impression was dramatically
reinforced as he wheeled the cart in and saw Jamie lying on the bed.

Jamie had hastily pulled a small towel over his still half-hard cock but he
was otherwise naked and as breathless and sweaty as Mark, his eyes shining
and his wet blond hair clinging to his forehead.  To clinch the matter his
body and face were smothered in what had to be semen.  "Hi," Jamie said
weakly, blushing deep red.

Despite the fact that Mario's cock was throbbing in his pants he had by now
completely regained his professional poise and, like a good room-service
waiter who has seen it all and been trained not to react, merely smiled and
said, "Good evening, signore."  Even as Jamie lay cum-covered on the bed,
with only the fragile fig leaf of the small towel hiding his hard-on, the
only thought that flashed through his mind was that he wished Mario would
stop calling him `signore' and call him Jamie instead.

Mario was now wearing the room-service uniform of monogrammed white polo
shirt and black slacks – still quite informal given the location of the
hotel on the laid-back Southern California coast.  "Would you care to have
dinner on the terrace, sir?" he asked Mark.

"Yeah ... er... sure," Mark said, but as he strode past him to open the
terrace door wider for him the towel dropped from his waist and he was
facing Mario buck naked.  "Aaah," Mario sighed, unable to divert his gaze
from the long, thick cock swinging between this gorgeous man's muscled
thighs.  Mark quickly scooped up the towel and tied it back round his
waist, saying with a sheepish grin, "Sorry about that."

There is no need to apologize, signore.  Room service staff see many things
in the course of our day, though never any as beautiful as ..."  Mario
checked himself and blushed.  "Now it is my turn to apologize, sir.  I
spoke out of turn."  He busied himself setting up the dinner on the
terrace, then wheeled the empty cart back and presented Mark with the bill.
Mark signed it, then pulled out his wallet to give the tip in cash, but
Mario rested his hand lightly on Mark's arm.

"Please, signore, I wish no offense, but could you do me the honor of not
offering me a gratuity?  I serve you with the greatest pleasure and –
somehow ..."

"I understand completely," Mark smiled, putting his wallet away.  "You'll
come later to clear away the dinner things?"

"Indeed, sir.  Buon appetito, signore."  And with a slight bow he turned to
go, smiling at Jamie as he left.  "Arrivederci, signore – until later."
He left the room and they heard the rattle of the food cart grow fainter
down the hallway.

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

"What was all that about, sir – the money and all?"  Jamie had not
grasped the subtleties of what had just happened, so Mark explained.

"Mario was making it clear that he doesn't want us to think of him as staff
that should be tipped.  He's putting himself on a different level.  Money
can be demeaning and tends to muddy the waters, and Mario wants to serve us
just because he likes us.  `Course – exactly what he wants to serve us
I'm not certain, though I'm pretty sure it's not just dinner.  Also, it was
a roundabout way of suggesting that he can't be bought – that whatever
he does is not for money ... unlike some guys who rent themselves out to
hotel guests for a generous tip."  Mark grinned.  "I like him for that –
the guy's gone up in my estimation."

A frisson of irritation shot through Jamie – that was not what he wanted
to hear – but it disappeared just as quickly.  Mark put his arm round
his shoulder.  "OK, kiddo, that's enough about Mario.  We're not gonna make
this trip all about him.  A quick shower – no funny business – and
then dinner."

A few minutes later, wearing clean T-shirts and shorts they were sitting
facing each other.  The table had been immaculately set with classic
silverware and crystal, and Mario had left the silver dish covers over the
food to keep it warm until they were ready.  Mark removed them and gazed at
the food.  "Wow," he said, "now we know we're in a classy joint kiddo.
Just look at that."

Jamie's eyes opened wide and he realized how hungry he was, so he dug right
in, without the constraint of having to observe the decorum of the main
dining room.  It was just the two of them ... the only person he had to
impress was Mark.  And he had already done that.

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

It was a magical time for them, with a bright moon illuminating the terrace
and flecking the sea with silver.  Conversation flowed easily, mostly about
the guys back home, and as Mark watched Jamie talking effusively he
congratulated himself that he had helped his boy shed his unfounded anxiety
that he might somehow lose Mark's favor.  After their sensational
pre-dinner sex surely, Mark thought, Jamie could no longer fear anything
from Mario, even though the waiter had practically caught them in the act
and seen Jamie near-naked and covered in cum.

So it was with confidence that, when the meal was over, Mark picked up the
phone and asked room service to come and clear the table.  The atmosphere
suddenly became rather more tense, charged with anticipation about what
came next.  As they sipped coffee Mark's soft blue-gray eyes fixed Jamie
with a reassuring smile.

Then the knock came.  "Come in!"  The door opened and Mario entered pushing
the meal cart, empty on top but with an array of bottles on the shelf
below.  Still dressed in his white Polo shirt and black slacks, Mario was,
as usual, the consummate professional, with his gleaming smile and lilting
Italian accent.  "I hope dinner was to your liking, gentlemen.  It is my
pleasure to offer you drinks of your choice as a token of my happiness at
being able to serve you today."

"Gee," Mark smiled, "you didn't have to do that, Mario, but it sure is
appreciated.  Er, what time do you get off tonight?"

Again the sparkling smile.  "I am already `off' as you call it, signore.
This is my last task of the day.  Would you care to take coffee and brandy
inside, sir while I clear the terrace?"

"Mario, would the hotel allow you to join us in a drink?"  There – Mark
had broken the ice.

"Probably not," Mario said.  "The management has a policy of staff not –
come se dice? – not fraternizing with the guests."  A surge of
disappointment ran through Mark and Jamie.  Then another smile.  "Pero, as
I am now off duty I consider myself my own man – free to choose my own
friends to ... fraternize with."

"OK, then," Mark beamed.  "Let's fraternize."

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

Mario busied himself clearing away the dinner, stacking the dishes on the
cart, then setting up coffee and drinks on the table inside.  It occurred
to Mark that as he worked Mario was now halfway between staff and friend,
until he became fully the latter by sitting at the table with them.
Instantly the tension eased and Mario changed from attentive waiter to
charming Italian friend.  As they sipped cognac he conversed easily, mostly
with Mark, as Jamie was overcome with an attack of shyness, despite Mark's
efforts to include him.

Mario said suddenly, "I would like to make clear that this is the first
time I have befriended guests in their room, sirs."  Then he blushed.  "No,
to tell you the truth, the second time."

"The first time being with Randy and Bob?" Mark grinned.  Mario inhaled
sharply.  "How did you know that, sir?"

Mark laughed.  "They're friends of ours – we all live together."  Mario
frowned.  "They did mention the men they lived with – two beautiful
black men, I think, and a blond police officer who ..."  suddenly he
stopped and sat back in his chair with a look of alarm.

"Yeah," Mark chuckled, "that would be me.  I'm the cop, but don't worry,
kid, I'm not gonna arrest you – maybe handcuff you but no arrest."  He
was teasing, of course, but he saw a flash of excitement cross the dark,
handsome face and Mark winked at Jamie.  Now that the sexual constraints
had been breached Mark said, "OK, guys, let's cut to the chase here.  We
all know what we want and it looks as if I'll have to get the ball
rolling."  He stood up.  "Come on, Mario, don't be shy."

Slowly the Italian got to his feet and both Mark and Jamie gazed at the
huge bulge under the black pants, stretching halfway down his thigh, the
obvious result of the mention of being handcuffed by a cop.  Jamie remained
seated, still shy and unsure of himself.  Mark reached behind his own neck
and pulled up on his T-shirt.  Mario watched mesmerized as first the cop's
washboard abs were revealed, then the slabs of his chest, his flared abs
and finally his wide shoulders as he tossed the shirt aside.

Mesmerized, Mario did the same, pulling his shirt off over his head.  Mark
and Jamie gasped as they saw for the first time what they had guessed, from
the moment they saw him by the pool, lay under his tight shirt.  His body
was just about perfect – lean, finely sculpted muscles, tight, ridged
abs, beautifully etched pecs, broad shoulders, and smooth, tanned skin.  To
say nothing of the square-cut Italian features and curly black hair – a
classical Roman statue come to life.

"Damn that's gorgeous," Mark breathed.  "You are a beautiful young man,
Mario.  Come here."  In a trance Mario came and stood before the blond
muscle-god and sighed as Mark ran his hands over Mario's face, down his
neck and over his chest.  "Your skin is like silk, boy ... god you're hot."
He could feel the body tremble under his hands as he stroked the nipples
with the back of his fingers, then rolled then lightly in his finger-tips.

Gazing into Mark's eyes Mario raised his hands and did as Mark was doing,
daring to rest his hands on Mark's shoulders, then his waist, stroking the
ridges of his abs, then his chest, and finally squeezing his nipples.  The
two men stared at each other and increased the pressure in their fingers
until they were squeezing hard.  The Italian's breathing became ragged as
he felt the pain in his chest radiating through his whole body and he saw
himself reflected in Mark's blue-gray eyes.  "È magnifico – cosi
bellissimo ..."  His body shuddered and "aaah."  He sighed deeply and threw
his head back as his cock gushed warm semen in his pants.

Mark smiled at him and said softly, "That was beautiful, Mario."  He pulled
the boy's head toward him and pressed their lips together.  But at last
Mark pulled back and looked over Mario's shoulder to tell Jamie to join
them.  But Jamie was gone.

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

Startled they both glanced quickly round the room, then heard a sound out
on the balcony.  "Shit damn," said Mark, partly at his own neglect of Jamie
but mostly his impatience at Jamie's apparent petulance and – again –
that damned insecurity.  He made a move toward the window but Mario put a
restraining hand on his arm.  "Please, signore, allow me to go to him.  I
know exactly what your boy is feeling.  I can make it right."  With a sigh
of frustration Mark let him go.

Mario picked up two brandy glasses and went out to the terrace, still
shirtless.  He sat facing Jamie, who turned his head to the ocean.
"Please, signore ... may I call you Jamie?"  Surprised by the charming way
the heavy Italian accent pronounced his name with a soft J, Jamie tuned to
look at him and said, "Sure, dude, I don't like all that `sir' business
anyway."

"I thought you would not," Mario smiled.  "Jamie, I have to apologize for
what I have done.  I know exactly how you feel.  Mark is your man – your
master, as I think you say – and you are very protective of him.  If I
were in your happy position I too would fight to hold onto a man as
magnificent as that.  But you have nothing to fear, Jamie.  You are a very
beautiful boy and Mark is fortunate to have you.  I see the way he looks at
you and he is crazy in love with you.

"What you two have is rare and special, and I have blundered between you.
That is unforgivable of me.  Never would I harm the love you share
together, so I will leave.  I had hoped you and I might become friends, but
I see now that cannot be.  I am sorry, Jamie, and I will leave you alone
with your Mark.  You are a wonderful boy."

Mario brushed his arm and stood up to leave but Jamie pulled him back down.
"No, Mario, please don't leave.  That's not what I want.  I'm being stupid.
Mark told me that and now that you speak to me I can see just how dumb I've
been.  It's just that you are so fucking gorgeous and when I saw you and
Mark together I ... guess I kind of panicked.  But please don't leave.  I
really want you to stay, dude, and I'm sure Mark does."

There was a long pause as they both sipped their brandy and Mario gazed
into Jamie's earnest blue eyes.  Then he flashed that smile and said, "If
you really wish it, Jamie, I will stay – but only on one condition.
Come with me."  He took him by the hand and they went in to confront Mark.
"Sir," Mario said, "I thought I should leave, but Jamie says he wants me to
stay, so I will on one condition.  Please, signore ... would you allow your
boy to fuck my ass?"

Mark smiled broadly.  As a cop he was expert at sizing people up quickly
and he understood exactly what was going on.  "Well sure, if that's what
Jamie wants?  Do you Jamie?"

Still a bit stunned Jamie said, "Yes please, sir."

"OK," said Mark, "but I have a condition too ... that I get to watch.  Wow,
watching my beautiful blond boy fuck a handsome Italian stud?  Doesn't get
much better than that."

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

Mario turned to Jamie and gently pulled up his T-shirt and tossed it aside.
Then he unbuttoned Jamie's shorts and let them drop.  He was wearing
nothing under them and Mario stood back to gaze at him and his rock-hard
cock.  "Che bello!  It will be an honor to offer myself to you, Jamie."
Mario kicked off his loafers, unzipped his pants and let them drop.  He was
wearing tight gray boxer briefs and he deliberately took his time folding
his pants knowing that Jamie and Mark were staring at the incredible mounds
of his ass bulging under the thin cotton.

He smiled at Jamie, slid his fingers under the waistband of his shorts and
slowly pushed them down.  His cock sprang free and Jamie and Mark saw for
the first time the long rigid pole that they had up to now only seen
outlined in his pants.  "You see, Jamie, your master made me `shoot my
load' as you say, but my cock is already hard again as I gaze at his
beautiful naked boy and wait for him to take my ass.  Are you still sure
you want me, my friend?"

Jamie grinned at him and matched his refined Italian accent with his best
macho American.  "You bet your sweet ass I do, dude.  But first, I'm gonna
clean that jism off your cock."  He fell to his knees and licked all the
way up the long shaft, tasting the sticky cum that Mark had made him shoot
in his pants.  Then he stood up and said, "OK, dude, now for your ass."  He
put his hand on Mario's chest and shoved.  Mario fell heavily on his back
on the bed and smiled up at him.  "I am all yours, amico.  Do with me as
you want."

"Damn right I will."  Jamie knelt on the bed and pushed Mario's legs up
high.  He gazed down at Mario's hole, surrounded by a curly fuzz of black
hair, then looked up at Mark.  "Look at this, sir.  Get a load of this
gorgeous ass."  Mark stood beside him and Mario watched as the two gorgeous
blond studs, master and boy, looked down appraising his ass.  It was so
erotic that Mario almost shot another load.  "You're right, boy, it's
perfect," Mark said, "and it's all yours."

Jamie bent forward and buried his face between the cheeks, pushing his
tongue into the hole, loving the musky taste of the hot Italian ass while
Mario moaned, "Oh...oh Jamie – that feels so good."  Jamie had learned
this from Mark who did it often to him before he flipped him over and
fucked him, and now Jamie ate Mario's ass hungrily, bringing him to the
edge of orgasm.

But he pulled back up on his knees, let Mario's left leg fall on the bed
and pushed the other leg up high so he had a clear view of his ass.  He
pressed the head of his cock against the hole and felt it flinch.  With
some alarm Mario said.  "You must be gentle with me Jamie.  I rarely get
fucked – I am, as you say, a top man."

Not this time, buddy," Jamie growled.  Now I'm on top.  You want to be my
friend? ... mi amico?  Then you gotta learn to take my dick in your ass,
dude."

He glanced up at Mark who grinned down at him.  This rough-trade kind of
talk was unusual for the usually soft-spoken Jamie, and Mark realized that
Mario's tactic of giving Jamie the upper hand had worked and replaced
Jamie's shyness with macho toughness.  "OK, amico, here it comes."  Jamie
could have slammed Mario's ass but his gentle side prevailed and he eased
his cock gently inside, pausing whenever he saw Mario wince.  Mario
breathed deeply to absorb the pain and closed his eyes.

"Hey, Mario," he heard Jamie's voice.  "Look at me.  I'm inside you, dude.
Look at my eyes and the pain will go away."  Still frowning Mario did as he
was told and found himself gazing into the smiling blue eyes of this
beautiful fair-haired boy.  And he was right ... the pain was gone and
infinite pleasure suffused his body.  He saw the young surfer's muscular
body pull back, then lower itself onto him as the rod slid inside, deeper
and deeper coming to rest at the back of his ass.

Jamie grinned down at the dark, model-handsome face.  "Now, dude, I'll show
you something Mark taught me, something he always does to me.  His hips
eased forward, the head of his cock pressed against the deep membrane
... and then suddenly slid over the inner sphincter into the deep, hot
chamber that no cock had ever visited.  Mario's eyes shot open, his body
shuddered and suddenly – "Aaagh ... Aaagh ... Madre di dio! ... Aaagh" –
his cock exploded, blasting ribbons of cum up over his chest, his face and
into his curly black hair.

For Jamie the sight was spectacular, the muscular young Italian writhing
beneath him, his handsome, masculine face thrashing from side to side as he
smothered himself in his own cum.  It was enough to make Jamie blast a load
deep in his ass but he heard Mario's desperate voice pleading, "Don't stop,
Jamie, please don't stop.  Keep fucking my ass – I love it so much."

That's all Jamie needed to hear.  Holding Mario's left leg high he looked
down at the gorgeous ass and began to drive his cock in and out with
increasing force until his rod became a piston.  Mario was going wild,
staring up wide-eyed at the beautiful young American hammering his ass.
Jamie's eyes gleamed as he said, "This is what I wanted, dude, from the
moment I saw that gorgeous ass flex under your white pants by the pool.
You've got a sensational ass, man.  Yeah, we can be friends, Mario ... I'll
fuck your ass, you'll fuck mine and I'll fuck you again."

He let Mario's leg drop onto the bed and Mario pulled his heels toward him
and pushed his ass up to receive the full power of the boy's pile-driving
rod.  Jamie dropped forward, grabbed the Italian boy's wrists and pressed
them onto the bed above his head.  Sweat dripped from his face onto Mario's
and he said, "This is how it feels to get your ass fucked by a young
American buck, dude.  This is why I'm the cop's boy because I'm so fucking
hot and so fucking gorgeous, and that's why I'll always be his boy."

Mario was drifting into a world of raw carnal pleasure where all he could
see was this beautiful boy dominating him.  Without thinking he moaned, "I
love your cock in my ass ... I love it ... I love you, Jamie."  Jamie
glanced up at Mark who was standing over them naked, awestruck, stroking
his iron-hard cock.  "Please, sir," Jamie said softly, and Mark smiled.

He walked behind Jamie, leaned forward and gripped his waist.  He looked
over his shoulder and caught Mario's disbelieving, wild-eyed gaze.  "Non,"
he moaned, "non è possibile."

But it was more than possible – it was inevitable.  Mark could not watch
the incredible sight of his boy being so macho, so dominant, without giving
Jamie the same treatment.  He always loved fucking Jamie the boy, but
fucking Jamie the hot-blooded man, that was a whole different thing.  All
he had to do was position his cock between the white globes of Jamie's ass
and the boy did the rest.  Jamie's cock slammed into Mario's ass and, as he
pulled back, he found himself impaled on his master's huge shaft.

"Aaagh" he yelled and the spasm that jolted his body was like a charge of
electricity running through his cock to Mario's ass and surging through
Mario's heaving body.  "Aaagh!"  Mario echoed Jamie's cry of ecstasy as he
felt Jamie's cock pulse in his ass like it was about to explode.  But one
thing Jamie had learned, getting fucked every day by the gorgeous cop, was
how to hold back his orgasm.  He took a deep breath and his hips rocked
between Mark's cock and Mario's trembling ass.

It was a sublime experience for them all.  For Mark, as Jamie did all the
work, it was like getting his cock fucked by his boy's ass.  Jamie felt
like a bottom boy and a top man all at the same time, feeling his master's
rod piercing him while his own cock drilled into the Italian boy's ass.

And for Mario it was like something in an erotic dream.  He gazed up at two
stunning faces, the young surfer pounding his ass and, smiling down at him
over Jamie's shoulder, the spectacular blond muscle-god.  As Mark's rod
drove into Jamie's ass it pushed Jamie's cock deeper into Mario.  For the
young Italian it was like getting fucked by master and boy at the same
time.

"That's it, dude," Jamie said breathlessly ... "you feel my master fucking
your ass, you feel both our cocks?"  But Mario was lost for words as he
looked from Jamie to Mark and back, sensing the thrust of Mark's cock into
Jamie's ass and Jamie's into his own.  As the rhythm intensified the
sensation was overwhelming and Mario pleaded with Jamie.  "Prego, amico
... it is so beautiful ... I have to ... I cannot stop ... mi scuso, amico
... aaagh!"

And once again Jamie was treated to the sight of the handsome young Italian
pouring juice over his already cum-soaked chest.  "Do it, Jamie," he heard
Mark's deep voice in his ear as his master pushed his cock deeper into his
ass and at last over the inner sphincter.  "Thank you, sir!" Jamie howled
and his cock blasted hot semen into the cauldron of Mario's ass.

Jamie and Mario stared into each other's eyes, bewitched by the sensation
of having made love for the first time.  Jamie fell forward onto him,
feeling his ass pulling off Mark's cock, and the boy's mouths came together
in a ravenous kiss that they had both craved from the first moment their
eyes had met.  They kissed each other's lips, cheeks, eyes, and Jamie
licked the cum from Mario's face and shared it with him as their mouths
joined once again.

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

"Stand up, Jamie!"  The command came from behind him and Jamie immediately
got to his feet and stood to one side.  Bewildered Mario stared up, his
eyes opened wide in disbelief and he gasped, "Dio mio!"  Standing before
him was the unbelievable sight of the muscle-god Mark, naked except for one
thing, a black police uniform shirt, unbuttoned, hanging open over his
bulging chest.

Out of habit Mark always packed the shirt when he went on a trip in case he
encountered an emergency where he had to exert his authority until the
local cops arrived.  But Mario knew none of this.  All he saw was the
spectacular police officer towering over him with his steel-hard rod
standing out from his mass of blond pubic hair and pointing straight at
him.  The black shirt bore the police badge on the breast pocket, his name
plate, and police flashes on the short sleeves that gripped tight to his
rock-hard biceps. But what riveted Mario was what hung out of his breast
pocket.  Handcuffs.

Shocked, he realized that Mark had not cum with him and Jamie, that his
balls were still bulging with juice that had to be released.  He remembered
first entering the room, seeing Jamie who had just been fucked by his
master, and longing to know what it felt like.  He knew now that he was
about to find out.  In an instinctive gesture of submission to this
god-like man he flung his arms up above his head, stretched them in a V and
gripped the bars of the headboard.

Without a word Mark picked up his and Jamie's thin T-shirts and tied one
round each of Mario's wrists.  He pulled out the handcuffs, two sets, and
with a cop's quick efficiency, secured one end of each round Mario's
protected wrists and the other round the bed posts.  Mario lay frozen in
fear and exhilaration, having never experienced anything like this before,
though he'd had dreams about it – wet dreams.

Mark stood back and stared at his handsome young prisoner.  "Now, my boy
here told you that if you wanna be his friend you have to take his dick in
your ass, which you did magnificently.  But one thing he didn't tell you,
kid.  You wanna be his friend, you have to take his master's dick in your
ass too.  You ever been handcuffed and fucked by a cop before?

"No, sir, never."  "You want it?"  "More than anything, sir."  Mark
grinned.  "Yeah, well don't worry, kid – my boy here gets it every night
of his life and he always comes back for more.  OK, Jamie, tell your friend
what he has to do first."

Jamie grinned down at Mario, "First of all, dude, you have to try to get
free."

As if born to play the role of captive Mario knew instinctively how to act.
He looked up at the handcuffs and tugged at them.  The steel did not cut
into his cloth-covered wrists so he was able to pull hard and in seconds
his muscular young body was writhing on the bed, his handsome face frowning
in desperation, his curly black hair falling over his forehead.

Mark gazed down in awe.  "Oh, shit, that is fucking gorgeous.  That macho
young Italian stud handcuffed to the bed, trying to escape, knowing he's
gonna get that perfect ass fucked by a cop.  OK, boy, this is what it feels
like to take a cop's night stick up your ass."  He grabbed Mario's ankles
and pushed his legs high in the air.  He was a master at this and it took
one swift move to kneel between his legs, push his knob into the thick
black fuzz round his hole and sink his long shaft deep into the boy's hot,
cum-filled ass.

Mario's body shuddered and his breathing was ragged but he didn't scream as
he felt no pain, only the intense euphoria of the cop's rod sliding into
his ass.  He gazed up at the Nordic blond face, at the mesmerizing
blue-gray eyes and the incredible chest under the open black shirt.  As if
I in a dream he heard the cop's deep voice.  "That feel good, boy?  You
like getting your ass fucked by a cop's big club?"

"Si signore," Mario moaned.  "Thank you, sir.  Please fuck me sir."

Mark reared back and pulled off his shirt.  Mario lowered his legs, pulled
his heels toward him as he had done with Jamie, and raised his ass as an
offering to the master, gazing enthralled at Mark's now-naked torso.  Mark
fall forward and pressed his hands round Mario's biceps pinning them to the
bed, the boy's arms still stretched upward to the handcuffs round his
wrists.  Their faces close, Mark stared wildly at his beautiful young
Italian prisoner.

"OK, kid, I already let my boy fuck you and my dick is wet with the cum he
poured into your ass.  But you've got the master inside you now, boy... and
it feels like this."  Instantly Mark increased the tempo and force of the
fuck, his cock pile-driving into the cum-slick ass and watching as the
dark, sculpted face went wild, tossing frantically from side to side,
groaning, pleading for Mark to stop, begging him to continue.

In a blur he saw the god-like face staring down at him and he lost himself
in an ecstasy of pure lust.  All he knew, all he wanted, was this
spectacular man pounding his ass.  He lost all restraint, all inhibitions
and laid himself bare as tears flowed from his eyes.  "Aaah," he moaned
breathlessly," please fuck me, sir, hard ... hurt me ... I am yours,
signore, do anything you want with me.  Fuck my ass, sir.  I love you sir.
I will do anything you say ..."

Mark realized that Mario was becoming delirious, out of control, and knew
he had to end it.  "OK, boy, you'll do anything for me?  So cum for me
... let me see you bust your load, kid.  Do it for me ... it's an order ...
I'm cumming in your ass, boy ... Now!"

Mario lost all sense of time and place, all awareness of anything except
the heat of the cop's juice pouring into his ass.  He didn't hear himself
scream, hardly felt his cock gushing once more over this own chest.  Then
his mind went blank and he felt he was drifting away, but he was brought
back to consciousness by the sound of Jamie's voice.  "Mario ... Mario
... amico ... open your mouth."

Mario opened his eyes and saw through his tears the blurred image of his
blond friend standing over him.  Obediently he opened his mouth and
instantly felt warm liquid splashing into his face and down his throat.
"Drink it, dude.  Prove you're my friend.  Drink my juice."  Mario
swallowed hard, realizing he was drinking the cum of the beautiful boy who
had fucked him, whose master had fucked him.  It felt like a ritual bonding
as he gulped his friend's semen, savoring the musky taste, gulping down
every last drop.

Finally he lay back on the bed exhausted and Mark and Jamie gazed down at
him in awe ...  the beautiful, proud Italian boy, so poised gliding through
the hotel, admired by all and now lying handcuffed to the bed, his body
smothered in sweat and semen, cum splashed his black hair and mixing with
tears on his face.  He had taken both their cocks in his flawless ass,
master and boy, but still he managed to smile weekly up at Jamie.  Jamie
grinned back.  "That does it, dude – no question about it.  From now on
we're buddies – friends – amicos ... capisce?

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

After showering together Mark asked Mario when he was back on duty.  "Not
until eleven tomorrow morning, sir, for lunches at the pool."  Mark glanced
at Jamie who nodded enthusiastically.  "Would you be able to spend the
night with us, sleep with us and maybe let us see some of that top-man side
of you?  Is Jamie's ass a big enough temptation?"

Mario flashed his smile.  "The only temptation I need is to be with you and
Jamie, sir.  It would be an honor to share your bed."  And so that's how
their weekend shaped up, with Mark and Jamie blissfully alone while Mario
worked, and then welcoming him back when he was free.

In addition to more sexual exploration, Jamie's liking for Mario deepened
and it turned out they had a lot in common, not least their aptitude for
finance.  In his spare time, Mario explained, he was taking classes in
business administration, but what he really wanted was on-the-job training,
an intern position with a company if he could find it.  Jamie looked
sharply at Mark, who knew exactly where his mind was going, but they let
the subject drop for now.

As Mark re-packed his cop shirt his thoughts turned briefly to his work
and, unaccountably, to Jason and the dangers he faced every day as a
fireman.  Maybe it was a premonition, though Mark was not to know that he
was soon to witness a traumatic and dangerous event that would leave Jason
emotionally shattered and near to despair.

It would fall to Mark to heal his friend, a task that would bring the cop
and the fireman closer together than ever before, physically and
emotionally, and test the strength of the love they had always shared.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 188

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