Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 22:48:41 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 225  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 225
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: At the lake Randy and Bob meet up with Pete, the macho
Forest Ranger who Randy previously initiated in man-on-man sex.  Pete's
first sighting of Bob is stunning.  "Pete gazed at the naked superman
leaning against the tree, muscles gleaming in the dappled sunlight, his
cock swinging between his legs still dripping cum."  But Randy growls,
"He's mine, Ranger.  You want him, you have to go through me."

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


Chapter 225 – "Bob Meets The Ranger"

While the group festivities of the joint birthday party for Eddie and
Brandon were in full swing, Bob and Randy were chatting together at the
table by the pool when Randy's cell phone rang.  "Yeah?" he said into it.
"Hey, man, this is a surprise – how you doing? ...  Yeah, funny you
should say that, my mind was running on the same lines, but you sure you
want more?  ...  OK, sounds good.  Let me talk it over and I'll call you
right back, OK?"

He shut off the phone and grinned at Bob.  "You know buddy, I can take only
so much of this group Kumbaya shit that's been going on here?  What say we
get away for a few days – just you and me?"

Bob cocked his head and grinned.  "OK, Randy.  Who was that?"

"Well ... remember the guy I said I met last time Zack and me took the boys
fishing at the lake?"

"You mean the homophobic forest Ranger who you introduced to the joys of
man-on-man sex?  Another virgin ass you broke in as I recall."

"That's the guy – Pete.  Well he went back to his old life with his
drinking buddies and his girls and I never expected to hear from him again.
But I had talked a lot about you – of course – and he mentioned that
when I was next at the lake he'd like to drop by.  I thought he was just
blowing smoke, but ... that was him on the phone.  Hey, buddy, you wanna go
fishing?"

Bob narrowed his eyes suspiciously.  "Randy – what's this all about?"

"Us," said Randy, his eyes shining like a kid at a birthday party.  "I want
us to go up to our old stomping ground at the lake.  You know you love the
place.  Shit, when we're there you even make a pilgrimage to that clearing
in the forest where we made love in the middle of a thunderstorm and..." he
smiled at him ... "and we fucked for the first time.  I've even seen you
jack off there thinking about it.  Come on, man, it'll be great – just
the two of us."

"... and Pete...," Bob said.

"Yeah, well, maybe..."  Randy was on less secure ground here and he
stammered like a guilty boy on the defensive.  "See, well ... maybe he
won't even show up ... probably won't.  But I talked so much about you that
– well, I'd get a kick out of introducing him to you..."

"You mean introduce me to him ... show me off to him."

"Well what the hell's wrong with that?  Here I've got the most beautiful
man in creation, and you know I love it when we walk into a place and all
eyes focus on you."

"They focus on us, Randy, the two of us.  But that's not the point.  Look,
I know how you are with a guy like this Ranger.  It's always a challenge
for you – to prove you're top dog.  Well if this is a pissing contest
between the two of you I don't want to end up in the middle of it.  This
Pete has boasted about his drinking buddies and all the girls he's fucked,
and I don't wanna be the trophy you parade in front of him."

There was a sullen silence between them – and then Randy grinned the
grin that always made Bob melt.  "OK, buddy, guilty as charged.  You always
could read my mind, and yeah, sure I wanted to show you off to this
arrogant stud – show him the gorgeous man I'm in love with."  He could
see Bob was wavering.  "Aw, come on buddy.  Say yes and I'll fuck you
tonight."

"I thought you were gonna do that anyway ... `even if you have to tie me
down,' you said.

"Yeah, well I'll tie you down and fuck you real extra special good, eh?"

"Randy you are the dumbest, most transparent, most incredibly sexy man I've
ever met.  OK, but we have to leave tomorrow.  First I wanna see if Jamie
hires Brandon and, if he does, I'll want to leave them alone in the office
for the first couple of days, not interfere, let them get used to each
other.  So I could take a few days off and ... well," he said airily, "if
it has to be with you I guess I can put up with it"

"Asshole," Randy grinned.  "God I wanna fuck you."

"Hold that thought big guy," Bob said.  "Here comes Jamie – to talk
about Brandon, no doubt."

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

The new boy Brandon was currently sitting in his wheelchair surrounded by
the other boys, basking in the warmth of their welcome.  His first
tumultuous day with the tribe had culminated in his getting fucked for the
first time in his life – and by the King of the Gypsies no less –
Randy himself.

Brandon longed to be accepted as a member of this extraordinary group and
he knew that being fucked by the boss would the ultimate seal of approval.
Plus, the gypsy construction boss was a total muscle-god, a homoerotic icon
dripping with macho sexuality.  From the moment Brandon had seen him he
fantasized about what it would be like to feel his cock in his ass.  And
now he knew.

When it was over Randy had cradled him in his arms and smiled down at him.
"That was your baptism, kiddo.  Welcome to the tribe.  Guys," he shouted to
the assembled men and boys, "say hi to Brandon, the new addition to our
family."  The lusty chorus had rung out.  "Hi Brandon."

But there was one more piece of business to settle, which is why Jamie was
now talking to Bob.  Bob had earlier learned from Brandon that he had taken
a Community College course in bookkeeping ("something I can do sitting
down," he had laughed), and Bob had suggested that Jamie should interview
the boy for the job of his office assistant.

"Now there's no pressure," Bob was saying to Jamie now.  "You don't have to
hire him just because he's such a hit with everyone – and not just
because he's in a wheelchair."

Jamie bristled.  "Sir, I have a shit load of work and I need an assistant
who can help me out.  If Brandon is qualified I'll hire him – if he's
not I won't.  The wheelchair has nothing to do with it.  Leaping around the
office is not part of the job description.  All he needs to use is his
brain and his fingers."

Bob smiled and ruffled Jamie's hair.  "Well said, Jamie.  I suppose you
want to interview him upstairs in the office.  I, er ..."

"No problem there," interjected Randy.  "Hey, Brandon, get your ass over
here, kid, and follow me."  Brandon broke away from the crowd and wheeled
himself after Randy to the foot of the stairs to the office.  Jamie led the
way and the boss, facing Brandon, effortlessly picked up his wheelchair
with the boy in it.  He grinned, "With all the muscle in this house who
needs elevators?"

As they mounted the stairs Brandon stared at his hero's bare torso, muscles
rippling in his chest and shoulders, his steel blue eyes grinning down at
him.  Brandon felt no hint of embarrassment at needing help – not with
this man, the man who had changed his world by being the first ever to fuck
him.  In the office Randy gently lowered the wheelchair to the floor and
said, "OK, I'll leave you two kids alone to do your talking."

As he went down the stairs he heard Jamie's voice behind him – "OK,
Brandon, why don't you sit at my computer and we'll see if you're familiar
with the programs I use."

Randy came back and sat down next to Bob who was fidgeting nervously.
"Maybe I was wrong to suggest this.  If it doesn't work out it's gonna be
such a let-down."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up buddy.  I've never known your instincts to be
wrong" – he grinned – "especially your instincts about me.  You're
still here with me, eh, buddy, even though I've often treated you like
shit."  Bob smiled, and just then they heard a peal of laughter coming from
upstairs.  "Good sign, don't you think?" Bob said apprehensively.

The interview lasted quite a while, but finally the boys reappeared.  Jamie
had eased Brandon and his chair down the stairs one bumpy step at a time
and now they came straight over to Bob.  "This is it," Bob murmured.  The
boys faced him and Jamie spoke quite formally.  "Sir, I would like your
authorization to hire Brandon as my office assistant.  He is familiar with
the software and procedures I use and even made a few useful suggestions as
to how we could tweak the programs.  Plus we get along very well.  So all I
need now, sir, is your OK."

Bob laughed with relief.  "Well you had that, Jamie, right after I spoke to
Brandon in his house yesterday.  I sensed he might be the right guy.
Congratulations, Brandon, I know you'll do a great job.  And if you have
any problems that Jamie can't solve you come to me."

"Thank you, sir," Brandon beamed.  "You don't know what this means to me.
I've always wanted a job – to feel useful, something I can be proud of –
and working with Jamie will be totally..."  His voice faded and he blushed
deeply.

Bob smiled knowingly.  "Yeah, well business before pleasure, eh kid?
Though if there's a little pleasure thrown in too I'm not against that –
far from it.  Hell, whenever I go to Randy's office on the construction
site he usually locks the door and ..."  Now it was his turn to blush.

Randy grinned at him, then got back to business.  "And don't worry about
those damn stairs.  As they say, if the boy can't get to the mountain the
mountain will have to come to the boy.  Bob, I've been thinking for a long
time that it's fucking crazy that our firm's business is all run out of
your home office, with just you and Jamie.  No wonder you're overworked.

"What I'm planning is to convert those sheds over there to a proper
business office with four work stations, small kitchen, restroom, the
works.  I'll even put a sign over the door.  There'll be a couple of steps
and I can put in a ramp, though watching Brandon do those wheelies in his
chair earlier I don't think a couple of steps would defeat you, eh kid?"

He pulled Brandon aside and said quietly, "Now listen, kid, you're one of
my boys now so you come straight to me if you have a problem or anyone
tries to hurt you.  Any guy who lays a finger on any of my boys answers to
me – and that ain't pretty."  Brandon blinked behind his glasses feeling
safer than he ever had in his life.  Randy grinned.  "OK, now go on and
enjoy your birthday.  I got stuff to discuss with my man here."

Jamie shouted, "Hey, guys, listen up.  I want you all to meet our new
office assistant."  Eddie jumped up and down cheering wildly and the others
followed his lead.  Pablo shook his hand formally, ever the `senior boy',
and said, "Welcome aboard, Brandon.  I assume you're staying the
weekend..."

"Sure he is," said Ben.  "He's sleeping with Eddie and me."  Brandon
grinned in surprise as Pablo said, "Good, so tomorrow morning, kiddo, I'm
taking you to the gym downstairs for your first session – get working on
those abs of yours – you'll have a six-pack in no time."

"Thanks, Pablo, that would be awesome.  I've always wanted ..."  But he
didn't get to finish as they all wanted a piece of him.  The twins grabbed
him and said, "We're gonna make a start on dinner now so if you'd like to
come and help later we'll show you how to cook."

"Thanks guys, I would love..."  But he was dragged away by Darius who spoke
confidentially with his exaggerated sense of the dramatic.  "Now listen,
dude.  You remember how Mark told you that he once got tied up and whipped
by a leather-master – Zack to be precise – and you wished there was a
video of it.  Well there is, and I've got it.  I can give you a private
screening right now – you, Eddie and Ben.  And if you've got any jism
left in your cock..."

"'Course he does," Eddie said.  "Him and me, we're the original gushers.
Come on, dude, let's go.  That video is intense."  The four of them
disappeared and soon Brandon was watching the video of Mark and Zack that
totally blew him away.  There was a whole lot of gushing going on.

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

Breakfast next morning, Sunday, was a raucous affair with Brandon helping
in the kitchen and wheeling out tray after tray of food on his lap.  In the
din of discordant voices Bob and Randy exchanged knowing smiles.  In their
minds they were already out of here, lounging together on the small beach
by the lake.  Bob had a quiet word with Mark before they left.  "You be OK
in charge of this rabble today, Mark?"

"Sure, buddy, no sweat.  These guys'll be therapy for me – take my mind
off the grind of patrolling the streets of L.A.  And I've always got my boy
Jamie if things get too boisterous.  Besides, it's time you and Randy got
away together for a few days.  Careful of that Ranger guy, though.  You
know how Randy can be proving he's the alpha male to another top man.
Wouldn't like to think of you getting caught in the middle."

"Thanks for the advice, Mark.  I've already had that discussion with him
but with Randy you never know.  We gotta hit the road now.  You gonna be
here when we get back?"

"Ready and waiting," Mark said with a rueful smile.  They gazed into each
other's eyes and embraced with a long, passionate kiss, which would have
gone on longer but for Randy's deep voice.  "Hey, get a room you guys
... On second thought don't, you'll be there all day and we've gotta get
this fucking show on the road.  Don't worry, officer, I'll bring him back
safe and sound.  Then maybe you can get a room.  Maybe..."

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

Half an hour later Randy's truck was barreling up Angeles Crest Highway
with the rowboat and all their gear stowed in the back, along with enough
food to withstand a siege, thanks to the twins.  They had driven in silence
so far, which was not unusual as they could by now read each other's minds
and moods.  Both of them had stiff dicks in their shorts, which was also
not unusual when they were together.  But Bob sensed that his friend was
brooding and at last Randy spoke up without any preamble, "So this thing
you've got going with Mark..."

Bob turned to him and silenced him with a flash of his eyes.  He was the
only man who could shut Randy up with a glance – the only man who could
shut him up at all, actually.  Bob was pissed, though, as they'd been over
this subject again and again ever since Mark had come into the house, and
Randy had made his feelings on the subject clear right from the start by
beating up both Bob and Mark – back when Randy was more caveman than
lover.

Another silence followed, broken by Bob this time.  "So this thing you've
got going with Pete."

"Asshole," Randy grinned.  "I don't have any `thing' going on.  It's just
that when he showed up last time he came on like gangbusters, a fucking
homophobic dickhead threatening to arrest our boys for sucking dick in
public, thought there was no `public' there if you don't count Billy.  And
that dog has seen enough blowjobs to last a lifetime, especially in dog
years.

"Anyhow, I had to fuck the guy in the ass – it was the only thing to do
with a jerk like that, especially one who kept boasting about how the girls
lined up to get fucked by him and he got laid every night.  I could believe
it too, he's a handsome son-of-a-bitch, built like a brick shithouse.  But,
fuck man, when a guy comes on with that macho power-stud shit what's a guy
like me to do but fuck him up the ass?  It was his first time, of course,
and he loved it.  That's why he's coming back for more."

Bob chuckled to himself, and his cock stiffened even harder.  The man was
incredible – no hint of vanity, no boasting, just describing what a man
like him has to do when confronted by a macho, homophobic prick – fuck
him up the ass.  And Randy could do it – to anyone.  Bob glanced over at
the dark gypsy face with the stubbled lantern jaw, strong cheek bones, long
black hair falling over his brow and his steel-blue eyes focused on the
road.  "God I love you, man," Bob said.

Without taking his eyes off the road Randy grinned to himself, all his
insecurity about Mark forgotten.

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

When they arrived at the lake they did what they had done that first time –
raced down to the water, stripping naked as they ran.  They plunged into
the mirror-calm lake and swam out with strong, evenly-matched strokes.
When they stopped they trod water gazing at each other, their heavy
breathing caused not only by physical exertion but by the carnal desire
that flashed between them.

They clamped their arms round each other in a tight bear hug, their lips
meeting in a passionate embrace.  Their mouths were sealed together and
Randy dragged Bob under water where they shared the same breath back and
forth.  It was a kiss of life, two intertwined bodies rolling over under
water, sustaining each other.

Finally they broke the surface, both with raging hard-ons as they trod
water again.  Randy had that gleam in his blue eyes that Bob knew meant
only one thing.  He felt himself being turned round, felt muscular arms
clamp round his chest from behind, felt the tip of the iron-hard rod slide
in between the cheeks of his ass.  "You want it, man?" Randy teased.

"You know I do ... I always do ... fuck me, Randy.  Fuck my ass... Aaah..."
He sighed deeply as he felt the familiar sensation of his lover's cock
filling his ass.  Keeping them afloat by kicking his legs underwater Randy
grabbed Bob's hips and pulled him back onto his cock repeatedly, slowly at
first but with increasing intensity.  The sexual pressure had been building
on the long drive up here sitting beside each other in the truck with big
erections, and it didn't take long for the pressure to explode.

Randy moved his hands higher and squeezed Bob's nipples under the surface
and that did it.  "Oh shit, man, you're gonna make me cum."  Randy licked
the back of his neck ... "Me too, buddy.  Let's do it."  From the shore all
that was visible were two heads bobbing in the middle of the lake, but
under water Randy was blasting a load of cum in his lover's ass and Bob's
cock released streams of juice that floated up and spread over the surface.

Their shouts of joy became howls of laughter as Randy said, "Hey, buddy,
what you doing, feeding your jizz to the fishes?"

"Yeah," Bob laughed.  "Excellent source of protein for them.  You better
start fishing.  By the time we eat these fish they'll be health food."

Randy slid out of Bob's ass and they struck out for the shore.  In a short
while they had unloaded the rowboat and all their gear and were stretched
out on the sand drinking beer and talking family.

"So," Randy said, "looks like we got a new addition to the group.  I like
the kid – he's got guts.  Plus," he grinned, "he was smart enough to
choose me as the first guy to fuck him.  You always remember your first,
you know."

"Tell me about it," said Bob, smiling at the man who had changed his life
forever.  "You're right, Brandon will fit in well.  Hard not to feel
sympathy for him, though that's the last thing he wants.  It's great how
the boys get that.  They don't pay any attention to the wheelchair, except
as a plaything for popping a wheelie.  Darius is the current champ, I
hear."

There was a silence as they reflected on the last two days and the
realization that, as a couple, they were now leaders of a group of men and
boys who looked to them for guidance.  Bob's mind wandered back to the
start of it all – the bar, the motel, and their trip up to this very
place and especially the nearby clearing in the woods ... the site of first
fucks for both of them.  "No," he murmured, "you never forget your first."

Randy read his mind.  "You wanna go for a walk don't you?"

"My pilgrimage, yeah.  You don't mind?"

"'Course not – and at least I know you'll be thinking of me," he
chuckled.  "I gotta go catch some fish anyway.  I'm hungry for some of that
`health food'."  He stood up and squeezed Bob's shoulder as he walked over
to the rowboat.  Funny, Bob thought, how even a light touch of the shoulder
from Randy could make his dick hard.

Randy pushed the boat out, jumped in and rowed strongly to the middle of
the lake where he cast his lines.  He lay back in the boat, hands linked
behind his head as he looked up at the pale blue sky, the same color as his
eyes.  He had never felt happier in his life.

As his thoughts wandered the image of the Ranger, Pete, crossed his mind.
Strange guy, he thought – a hot stud, real Alpha Male – but confused.
He had heard the term `questioning' used to describe some guys and that
seemed to fit Pete real well.  Wonder if he'll show up?  He knows we'll be
here.  Nah, probably not – he'll chicken out.  Ah well, he had Bob and
that's all he needed.  His eyes drooped and soon he was asleep, dreaming of
his lover.

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

Bob had pulled on an old pair of swim shorts and sneakers and was walking
through the dense undergrowth of the forest, pushing aside branches that
reached out as if trying to stroke his near naked body.  And then suddenly
there it was – the clearing – and memories flooded back as he looked
around.

That first day here had been tumultuous, and not only for the savage
treatment they had subjected each other to.  The sultry summer weather had
finally broken in a major thunderstorm, the kind that sometimes hit
Southern California when the heat gets oppressive.

Today the sky was clear and the sun streamed through the trees, but Bob's
thoughts went back to the driving rain and the image of Randy tied between
two trees.  In a surge of guilt at the way he had treated Bob, Randy had
needed to be absolved by receiving the same treatment from Bob.  It had
ended in the life-changing experience of Bob fucking a guy and Randy
getting fucked – both for the first time in their lives.

Bob reached down and stroked the growing bulge in his shorts as he recalled
macho gypsy's voice, "Fuck me, man ... fuck my ass ... I need it bad ..."

But then the tables had been turned and it was Bob tied helpless to the
tree.  In a confused rage Randy had left him there, alone in the driving
rain.  Bob now pulled his dick out of his shorts and stroked it slowly,
remembering the sensation of straining in bondage, calling desperately for
Randy to come back.  The graphic memory made him pump his cock harder,
careful not to shoot his load until he reached the end of the story.

It was the lightning and the danger to Bob, tied to a tree, that made Randy
return in a panic, realizing finally that he was totally in love with the
man.  As Bob remembered his relief at seeing the naked wildman burst
through the trees he almost shot his load.  But he held back, recalling how
their mutual anger had next found expression in a fight where both of them
had rolled naked in the mud in the pouring rain.

He saw again the two muscular bodies fighting for dominance, limbs
intertwined as they splashed in the mud.  In their frenzy they were unaware
that the intense physical struggle had caused their cocks to stiffen into
huge erections.  The brutal fight slowly evolved into an erotic writhing
where each man became aware of the magnificent body gripping him.  Finally
Randy was able to flip Bob onto his back and pin him to the ground by his
wrists, his arms stretched upward in the mud.

Bob remembered it all vividly – how Randy had finally discovered the
ultimate way to show his passion for Bob.  He fucked him.  The memories
were so intense and Bob had been pounding his cock so hard all this time,
that he now had to cum.  He dropped his shorts and walked over to the tree.
He reached up and clutched a branch with one hand, stroking his rigid cock
with the other.  His muscles rippled as his body was stretched to the
limit, his feet barely touching the ground.

Again he imagined the naked gypsy bursting through the trees and he said
out loud, "Man, I love you ... I need your cock in my ass ... please
... I've never been fucked before... but I need it now."  In a convulsion
of lust he pulled himself up so his feet left the ground and his
magnificent body swung naked in the air, arms, shoulders, chest bulging
under the strain.  It was a naked Superman hanging by one arm, beating his
meat to get release from the pain.

It was a stunningly erotic sight for the eyes watching from deep in the
trees.

His body was writhing, his legs thrashing in the air as he reached his
climax.  "Aaah, I can feel your cock in my ass ... god it feels great
... do it harder, man ... harder ... hurt me, man, rip me open ... aaah, I
can feel your juice in my ass ... I love you, man ... I'm gonna
cum... Yeah!"  His scream echoed through the woods and a long plume of
white juice blasted from his cock and shot across the clearing, followed by
another and another until the muscular body finally stopped heaving and
hung limply from the branch.

He let his hand slip from the branch, his feet touched the ground and he
slumped back against the tree, head thrown back, eyes sparkling.

Suddenly ... "Aaagh."  This time it was not Bob.  The muffled shout came
from the trees.  Someone had been watching.

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

"Who's there?  Is that you, Randy?"

The leaves parted and the tall figure stepped forward – blond, ruggedly
handsome with an obviously well-toned, lean body under his Forest Ranger
uniform – dark green pants, black boots, and a short-sleeved pale gray
shirt which was open to the waist exposing the white tank underneath
stretched over a muscular chest.

The Ranger stood rooted to the spot, gazing at the beautiful naked man
leaning against the tree, muscles gleaming under the dappled sunlight,
chest still heaving, his long cock swinging between his legs still dripping
cum.  As Bob gazed at the newcomer one feature he couldn't miss was the big
wet stain spreading over the bulge in his pants and down his leg.

From Randy's description it had to be him.  "Hey, man ... are you Pete?
Good to meet you ... the name's Bob.  He reached out and the dazed Ranger
shook his hand, but both their hands were slick with semen so it was a
sticky handshake.  Pete blushed but Bob, always supremely confident,
chuckled with no hint of embarrassment.  "Sorry about that, man.  I was
just reminiscing about stuff me and my buddy did when we first came up
here.  Oh, that's right, you know him of course – big brawny gypsy guy –
Randy.  You met him a few weeks ago."

Pete inhaled sharply and instinctively turned away, feeling his cock jolt
in his pants.  So this was the guy ... the guy Randy had talked about
... his ... what did they call it, his partner?  This is the man he lived
with, slept with and ... Pete's cock jolted again as he flashed on what it
must look like when these two men ... well ... fucked.  He recalled Bob's
words of a few minutes ago that had made him bust a load and ... godammit,
his cock was getting hard again already.

"Did you see it all?" Bob asked genially.  Pete blushed deeper.  "I'm
sorry, man, I was on my way to the lake and ... I mean ... I didn't intend
to ... should've left but it looked so ... Oh God."

Bob laughed, amused by this big macho stud stammering in confusion.  "Hey,
no sweat, man.  It's great to have an audience.  Sometimes I even do it in
front of a mirror, something Randy taught me.  If he's not around I jack
off thinking about him ... I mean, he's such an incredible fuck.  Oh,
that's right, I forgot, you know that too, don't you?"

Pete's embarrassment was complete and he half turned away.  "Look, maybe
this wasn't such a great idea.  I mean I just happened to be passing is all
... but I think I should leave."

"The hell you will," Bob grinned.  "We just met and if you left now it
would be ... well, just plain bad manners."  He bent down to put on his
shorts and found himself staring at the wet patch at Pete's crotch.
"Besides," he said, without looking up.  "You have to let that dry off
first."

He straightened up, their eyes met ... and they burst out laughing.  "Come
on, chief, let's go see if Randy has caught any fish."

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

Bob was good at putting guys at their ease.  His relaxed, soft-spoken
demeanor helped and, after all, it was part of his job.  Mostly he was a
good listener and as he and Pete walked back through the forest Bob asked
questions about the Ranger's job.  Pete relaxed to the point of enthusiasm,
though Bob sensed that as they came to the beach he tensed – presumably
at the thought of meeting Randy again, the man who had cast such a spell on
him last time.

After that first time Pete had tried to put Randy out of his mind, throwing
himself into work and sex, getting laid every night with a succession of
girls.  But the image of the blue-eyed gypsy kept tormenting him, beckoning
him back like a drug habit he couldn't quit.

He recalled how Randy had surprised him by first sucking his cock, making
him cum in his mouth.  But soon Pete had been staked to the ground on his
back and the powerful construction worker had fucked his ass.  Seduced by
Randy the macho Ranger had had his cock sucked and his ass fucked by a guy
for the first time in his life.  The memories had haunted him ever since
until he eventually found himself dialing Randy's number and hearing his
cheerful voice.

Knowing he would be here Pete told himself he would patrol near the lake
and if he happened to come across him, well ...  But that was bullshit and
he knew it as he felt his heart pounding the closer he got.  And then he
had stumbled across one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen –
this gorgeous muscle-god hanging naked from a tree and begging out loud to
get fucked.

So now it was with a sense that he was getting in deeper than he ever
intended that Pete braced himself for his reunion with Randy.  He was
relieved that it didn't happen right away.  Randy was still out on the lake
and, standing at the water's edge, Bob waved his arms and yelled loudly,
"Hey, Randy – we're back!"

`We're back? ... we?'  Randy looked up from his fishing line and saw two
figures standing on the shore – Bob and the tall figure of the Ranger.
"We!"  His hackles rose like a dog smelling danger.  "What the fuck...?"
He grabbed the oars and pulled on them, but he was so fired with anger and
adrenaline that he forgot his own strength.  Attempting to turn the prow to
the shore he pulled so ferociously on one oar that it cracked.  "Shit
damn."  He pulled the oar in, inspected it, and knew that any more use
would snap it completely.  "Shit damn."

Only one thing for it.  He stowed the oars, picked up his shorts from the
floor of the boat and threw them round his neck.  He slipped over the side,
grabbed the mooring rope at the prow and tied it round his waist.  Then he
struck out for the shore, keeping his eyes focused on the two figures
standing there together.  Together!

This is not the way it was meant to be.  He wanted to introduce Bob to
Pete, to show him off, flaunt him, show the Ranger that he had someone
extraordinary that Pete could never have, no matter how much he wanted him.
And he knew he would want him.  What had the two of them been doing?  He
knew Bob had gone to the clearing as he always did to feel its vibrations
and jack off picturing that first time.  Had he included Pete this time?
Shit damn!

Driven by anger and frustration Randy swam more powerfully than ever,
towing the boat so fast that it left a wake behind it, while Bob and Pete
watched from the shore.  When Randy felt his feet touch bottom he stood
chest deep in the water, untied the rope from his waist and slung it over
his shoulder.  He waded through the water toward the beach, shorts round
his neck, muscles rippling as he towed the boat behind him.

The midday sun streaming down on the lake made the surface glitter.  Every
drop of water that fell from the boat and the rope sparkled, and it was
from this kaleidoscope of light that Randy emerged.  He was magnificent.
His naked body was slowly revealed from the chest down as he strode into
shallower water, his rippling muscles streaming with water that glistened
in the sun, giving him an almost supernatural appearance, so dazzling the
men shielded their eyes.

Soon he was splashing through the shallow water, his cock swinging between
his legs.  His chest was heaving, his eyes gleaming with exertion and, it
seemed, with anger, though Bob could also see fear in the mix too.  He knew
exactly what Randy was feeling and stepped forward to diffuse the
situation.  He helped him pull the boat up the beach and said, "What
happened, buddy?"

"Oar cracked," Randy said tersely.  "I've got spares in the truck.  Hey
come here, man.  I missed you."  He pulled Bob into his arms, crushing him
and pressing their mouths together in a long voracious kiss, their lips
grinding against each other's, their tongues probing.  Bob loved feeling
Randy's savage bear hugs but knew that this time something more was going
on. Randy was putting on a show of exaggerated greeting, claiming ownership
of him for the benefit of his presumptive rival.

Bob knew he had to clear the air.  He pulled away and laughed, "So was my
face red!  There I was in the clearing, on my usual pilgrimage, imagining
myself tied up and getting my ass fucked by you, begging for more while I
jacked off all over the place.  Little did I know that Pete happened to be
passing and saw me from in the tress – and that was the result."  He
pointed to the still-wet stain on the Ranger's pants.  "And that's all
there was too it," Bob said pointedly, staring defiantly at Randy.

"Hey, man," Randy said to Pete as if he had just noticed him.  "Good to see
you again."  Then he abruptly turned back to Bob.  "And all that time there
I was out there fishing, dozing off and dreaming of you, big guy – of
the way I took you straight out into the lake as soon as we got here and
fucked your ass underwater.  God that was hot.  You're my man, buddy,
that's for sure.  Any guy wants you he has to come through me."

As if that blatant warning was not enough there was an urgency, an
insistence in Randy's voice that was out of place in this peaceful setting
and it didn't fool Bob, or Pete for that matter.  Randy was virtually
ignoring Pete while his greeting of Bob had been way over the top.  With
his mention of the underwater fuck the boss was clearly emphasizing to Pete
that this gorgeous man was his, and beware anyone who challenged that
notion.

Pete felt diminished, as if Randy, having fucked him once, had lost
interest in him.  He even felt jealous of Bob who undoubtedly was about to
get his ass fucked again as a demonstration of Randy's dominance.

But all his time living with Bob had taught Randy the caveman a degree of
subtlety, which he put to use in his mind-fucks of guys.  He knew that
right now he could prove his mastery of Bob by simply throwing him on the
ground and fucking the shit out of him.  But there was a better way than
that and he said, "So I was thinking, buddy.  After I ploughed your ass
like that I figured you'd wanna get your own back.  You up for that?"

So that was it, Bob thought.  God the man was good.  Fucking Bob would have
been too easy, too obvious.  No, he would prove his macho dominance in a
way no other man could have – not by fucking his man's ass but by
telling his man to fuck him.  And Randy was such a total Alpha Male, so
obviously a top man, that it all seemed quite natural.

As the idea sunk in Pete was more in awe of Randy than ever.  Last time he
had been fucked by him, and now he was going to see the muscle-god get his
own ass ploughed.  When Pete had seen the naked Superman in the clearing he
knew instinctively that he wanted Bob to fuck him just as Randy had.  But
once again Randy had won.  He was to have the pleasure of this gorgeous
man's dick in his ass.

Losing no time Randy turned to face two side-by-side tress.  Leaning
forward he reached up and braced himself with a hand on each tree.  Pete
was mesmerized by the sight of the rugged gypsy, his wet shorts still round
his neck, his naked body stretched upward, still running with water,
muscles rippling, his ass arched up, offering itself to his lover.

Bob smiled good naturedly at Pete and shrugged as if to say, "This is what
he wants – and he always gets what he wants."  Pete felt sweat trickling
down inside his shirt and he pulled it off.  Bob grinned and nodded
appreciatively as he saw the Ranger standing in his uniform pants, boots
and his white tank top, his muscular body outlined under the thin, wet
cotton.

"What are you waiting for, man?  Come on, fuck my ass."  Randy's deep growl
snapped Bob's attention back to him.  Bob sank to his knees behind him, put
his hands on the solid cheeks of Randy's ass and pulled them apart.  He
buried his face between them and licked the warm hole, pushing his tongue
through the thicket of black air and into the musky taste of his ass.

Pete inhaled sharply, holding back his orgasm as he saw the muscle-god on
his knees, eating out the construction worker's ass.  Pete ripped open his
pants and pulled out his rigid cock, stroking it slowly, careful not to cum
... he wanted this to last.  He watched as Bob got to his feet, grabbed
Randy's hips and said softly, "Tell me what you want, man."

Randy's deep voice replied, "I want your dick in my ass ... I want you to
plough my ass."

Pete held his breath as he saw Bob press his long rod between the mounds of
the gypsy's ass.  He could hardly believe that the shaft was pushing
steadily, inch-by-inch into the ass of this dominant top man.  He heard
Randy moan, "Come on, man.  Show me what you got.  Pound your master's ass,
stud."

Bob knew what Randy wanted, as much for his own enjoyment as to arouse the
lust of the man watching in awe.  So Bob quickly accelerated the pace until
his cock became a ramrod, driving hard into his lover's ass.  Pete was
dazzled by the sight of the two beautiful men, the dark superman fucking
the ass of the gypsy.  In a trance he walked round the trees and came face
to face with Randy braced against them, his body writhing in pain and
ecstasy as his lover's cock pistoned inside him.

The handsome stubbled face was thrashing from side to side, but suddenly
the blue eyes opened and stared at Pete.  "This what you want, big guy?
You wanna feel that gorgeous man's dick pounding your ass like this?  Or
you wanna tie me up and fuck me like Bob's doing?"

Hypnotized by the laser-blue eyes and the gravelly voice Pete reached up
and ran his hands over Randy's heaving chest then rolled his nipples in his
fingers.  "Oh yeah, man, that's it, punish my tits, hurt them."  Pete
applied all his strength as Randy moaned loudly and tears came to his eyes.

Pete yanked his hands off hard, making Randy howl, then leaned forward and
licked his chest, running his tongue up the hairy cleft between his bulging
pecs.  He licked his nipples, then bit them, and almost busted his load as
he heard Randy scream in pain.  Desperate not to cum he pulled away and
stared at the writhing face – at the electric blue eyes, tears running
from them down his cheeks to the darkly stubbled jaw, long black hair
flying over his brow.

Drawn to his face, spellbound by it, the Ranger clamped his hands behind
Randy's head and kissed the mouth savagely, their tongues probing
frantically.  He forgot to breath, felt himself suffocating and pulled
back.  In a daze he saw another face, Bob's, resting on Randy's shoulder,
jerking with the motion of fucking his ass.  It was breathtaking and in
seconds the Ranger was leaning toward Bob and kissing him, kissing the man
he had seen naked in the clearing, the man who had made him cream his
pants.

He ran his tongue over Bob's lips, over his cheeks, his eyes.  He was
drowning, wanted to drown, but he heard Randy's voice.  "Incredible, ain't
he?"  Pete reluctantly pulled away from Bob and faced Randy again, blushing
deeply as if he had been caught out.  "Don't worry, stud, everyone falls in
love with Bob.  Shit his cock feels good in my ass.  Harder, man," he said
over his shoulder.  "Make me shoot."

He looked back at Pete, moved one hand from the tree to Pete's wet tank and
ripped it off his chest, letting the shreds hang round his waist.  "That's
better," he growled.  "Stripped for action.  Hey, you ever suck dick, man?
Ever drink a man's jizz?"

Pete recoiled.  "Hell no.  Of course not."

Randy's eyes flashed.  "Well that's about to change, big guy.  You're gonna
swallow my dick while my lover shoots his load in my ass?  Bob would get
off on that ... you wanna please him don't you?"

"Yes, sir," Pete said, completely under his spell.

Slowly he sank to his knees, dragging his hands down Randy's chest, his
abs, his waist until he found himself staring at the huge club, rock hard
and dripping pre-cum.  A flash of revulsion convulsed him and he turned his
head away ... no way could he do this.  But he had to ... he had to be part
of these glorious men making love.

He turned his head back and slowly the thick cock became not an object of
revulsion but of desire.  He licked the head, tasting the salty tang of
pre-cum and felt his own cock shudder.  He was lost ... he needed more than
anything to feel the gypsy's cock in his mouth.  He opened his mouth wide,
pushed forward and felt the cock filling his mouth, pumping back and forth
as Randy's ass got fucked from behind.

He could hear both men grunting, moaning in ecstasy as one superstud fucked
the ass of the other, pushing him forward so the massive cock drove deeper
and deeper into Pete's mouth.  His initial feeling of panic faded as he
instinctively breathed through his nose and he felt pre-cum coating the
back of his throat.  His face was buried in the sweat-soaked, wiry tangle
of Randy's black pubic hair and he inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the smell
of Randy's crotch.

He grabbed Randy's hips, then reached round to the mounds of his ass, and
then ... he gasped as he touched Bob's rod pounding between the cheeks.  He
circled his thumb and finger round it while it pistoned into Randy's ass.
He did the same with his other hand round Randy's cock driving into his
mouth.  He was lost in a world of man-sex and lust, touching one cock as it
pounded ass and another pounding his face.

He felt joined to these two glorious men, participating in their sexual
passions as the fuck became ferocious and he heard Randy yell, "I'm gonna
shoot ... fuck my ass, man ... Fuck my cock.  You're making me cum ... I
love you, man ... aaagh!!'  Bob echoed him.  "I'm cumming man ... Now...!"

Pete felt Randy's cock slam into the back of his throat and explode,
pouring hot semen into him making him gag, choke, so he was forced to
swallow in big gulps, drowning in the bitter-sweet taste of another man's
semen for the first time in his life.  In his delirium he was confused who
was cumming inside him – Randy or Bob, maybe both.  The words rang in
his ears – "Fuck my ass, fuck my cock ... I love you man..."  His mind
was racing.  All he knew was that he was drinking a man's semen, swallowing
it, loving it.

He screamed into the gag of the massive shaft as his own cock erupted in an
orgasm more powerful than any he had felt in his life.  His juice poured
down onto Randy's legs and bare feet and he pressed his sobbing face into
Randy's sweaty crotch.

When their cocks had drained at last he felt the thick rod pull out of his
mouth and he fell forward onto Randy's feet, soaked with his own cum.  The
husky, macho Ranger was sobbing uncontrollably, overwhelmed by a mix of
confusion, guilt, revulsion, desire, but most of all the exhilaration of
being with these men, intoxicated by their smell, their taste.  He was
spinning out of control when suddenly two hands gipped his face.  He opened
his tear-stained eyes and found himself looking into the smiling brown eyes
of Bob.

"Awesome, man," Bob said gently.  "You were phenomenal."  He pulled Pete's
face toward him and kissed him, sucking from his mouth the semen that Randy
had gushed into it.  "Tastes good, eh?" Bob said as he pulled away.  "Come
on, help me out here."  Seconds later both men were side by side on their
stomachs licking cum from Randy's legs and feet while the naked gypsy
towered over them, arms folded across his chest, a triumphant smile on his
face.

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When at last they were on their feet and their breathing had subsided, Bob
smiled at Pete.  "Hey, man, you probably have plans for the evening with
your drinking buddies, but if not you're welcome to stay a while with us
instead.  We'd both like that."

"Nah," Pete said in an immediate reflex.  "Thanks, Bob, but I am meeting up
with the guys and ... and well ... that's kind of it..."

"Sure, I understand" Bob said with a shrug.  "Just thought I'd ask."  He
grinned.  "It's our loss."

He busied himself shaking out towels and blankets and hanging them over a
high branch to dry out.  As he stretched upward with his back to them his
broad shoulders and muscled arms flexed, his lats tapered down to his slim
waist and then, at the tan line, the white cheeks of his ass rose up in
perfectly rounded globes.

Pete gulped and Randy said, "Now that is the most beautiful ass in the
whole damn world.  Most of the time I walk around all day with a hard-on
just thinking about fucking it.  Like I said, any man wants that ass he has
to come through me."  He paused, then looked casually at Pete.  "Sure you
don't wanna change your mind, chief?"

The Ranger was dazzled watching Bob walk around the beach butt naked.  "I,
er ... I suppose the guys could do without me for one evening.  I guess I
could stay for a bite to eat, maybe a swim ... but if at any time I..."

"Yeah, yeah," Randy said, "you're free to leave at any time."  He turned
and fixed him with his piercing blue eyes.  "But you won't wanna leave,
man, I guarantee.  See my aim is always to give pleasure to my man Bob, and
this time my plans include you too, Pete ..."

Randy grinned in the direction of Bob's naked ass.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 226

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