Date: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 02:18:15 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 226  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 226
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: A bragging, drunken Randy points at Bob's ass and slurs,
"You see that ass, Pete?  Belongs to me ... and I can loan it out if I
want."  Pete says, "I've never fucked a guy before, but I'd make an
exception for that ass, it's so damn perfect."  Bob erupts.  "Randy, I
thought that caveman crap was over, but you're still the same crude,
arrogant, shit-for-brains motherfucker who first crawled out from under a
rock."

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

Chapter 226 – "Taking The `Cave' Out Of The Caveman"

"Awesome, man," Bob said gently, kneeling with the Forest Ranger at Randy's
feet.  "You were phenomenal."  He pulled Pete's face toward him and kissed
him, sucking from his mouth the semen that Randy had just 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.

Randy's pride was justified.  At their first meeting some weeks ago he had
transformed the homophobic Forest Ranger, Pete, from an arrogant top man
into a naked captive staked to the ground with Randy's cock in his ass.

As Randy later described it to Bob, "Last time he came on like gangbusters,
a fucking homophobic dickhead threatening to arrest our boys for sucking
dick in public, so I had to fuck the guy in the ass – it was the only
thing to do with a jerk like that who kept boasting about how the girls
line up to get fucked by him and he gets laid every night.  Shit, 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."

After that first shattering experience Pete had tried to put Randy out of
his mind, throwing himself into work and sex, fucking 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.

Now he was back, visiting Randy and Bob at their secret spot by the lake,
hidden by trees.  Pete's first encounter with Bob in the forest had been
stunning as he secretly watched the naked superman hang from a tree and
jerk off, then lean exhausted against the tree, muscles gleaming in the
dappled sunlight, his cock swinging between his legs and still dripping
cum."

Randy was immediately on guard at the obvious attraction between the two
men, growling to himself, "He's mine, Ranger.  You want him, you have to go
through me."  To prove it he offered his own ass to Bob and, while Bob
fucked him, a mesmerized Ranger had fallen to his knees and, despite his
initial revulsion, had sucked Randy's cock and swallowed his cum. The
husky, macho Ranger was 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.

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

When at last they had all recovered 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 with us for a while 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.  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.

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

As always Randy took the lead.  "Come on, guys, let's wash this fucking
jizz off our bodies.  And you get out of that damn uniform, Pete.  I keep
thinking you're gonna arrest me for getting my ass fucked in public."  The
thought of trying to arrest Randy for anything, least of all for fucking,
was so ludicrous that Pete smiled as he kicked off his boots and pulled
down his pants and shorts.

He blushed slightly at being naked in front of them, but Bob gazed at him
admiringly, the handsome, clean-cut, all-American face, the bronzed,
muscular body with the distinct tan line showing off his butt and the long
uncut cock swinging between his legs.

Bob smiled, "Man you are one hot Forest Ranger – that face, that body –
no wonder you get laid every night."  But as soon as the compliment was out
of his mouth he knew he shouldn't have said it and he saw Randy tense.

Bob understood the dynamic between Randy and Pete.  The ranger was a man's
man – tough, dominant – the kind of alpha male Randy could relate to
and respect.  But along with that came Randy's competitive reflex.  It had
happened with Mark, Zack and Hassan, who were good buddies with him now but
still with an edge of rivalry always lurking under the surface.  It was the
same now.  Randy could admire, even like the Ranger, but he had to be the
boss, and he had to keep proving it – especially seeing the admiring
sparks between Bob and Pete.  ("Any guy wants Bob he has to go through
me.")

The erotic sex scene Randy had just engineered was just the beginning and
the muted rivalry continued now with Randy throwing out a challenge, "Hey,
Pete, race you out to that rock in the middle of the lake."  Pete was just
as quick to accept a challenge as Randy was to issue it and the two naked
rivals raced to the water and dived in.

Bob was reminded of muscular athletes in Ancient Greece who always competed
naked, and he sighed.  He loved Randy, especially his physical strength and
macho attitude – the caveman in him – but he got tired of his
constant need to prove himself to him.  He wearied of it because he knew
where it came from – Randy's only source of insecurity – Bob.  Randy
was king of his world, bowing to no man, but his intense feelings for Bob
had thrown him for a loop right from the start, and he was still afraid
that someday some hunk would come and whisk him away.

Despite Bob's previous warning Randy was still showing Bob off to Pete,
flaunting him ("now that is the most beautiful ass in the world") and Bob
sensed that Randy's ego would be at the root of whatever was to happen
between the three of them.  Of course, he was right.

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

They were all hungry and the meal went a long way to satisfy their
appetites and lessen the competitive tension in the air, though Randy's
bravado was still apparent in the way he displayed the fish he had caught
and cooked them proudly on the small barbecue he had brought.  The barbecue
was probably illegal in the fire-prone Angeles Forest, but Randy always
ignored rules and it never crossed Pete's mind to mention it.  Even in the
short time he had known him Pete had learned to throw out the rule book
where Randy was concerned.

During the meal, over a few beers, the guys got to know each other better.
Pete talked eagerly about the job he loved but steered clear of his social
life of drinking buddies and girls.  In truth, all thoughts of that other
life were absent from his mind in the homoerotic company of these men.  Bob
looked on with satisfaction as Pete and Randy chatted and laughed, and he
realized that they could be real buddies if only Randy could rid himself of
his insecurity over Bob and the Ranger.  And Bob determined that he would
have something to say on that topic.

The more beer the men drank the more convivial Randy and Pete became, two
tough alpha males bonding over raunchy jokes and raucous laughter.  Bob was
relieved to see the tension fade and was content to leave them to it.
Besides, after the earlier action and the big meal he was drowsy and felt
like an afternoon nap.

"Hey, guys, don't let this party-pooper stop you but I'm gonna have a nap."
They both looked at him lasciviously, which Bob found demeaning, even more
so when Randy said, "Good idea, buddy – conserve your strength for me
and Pete later, eh man?"  He winked at the Ranger and they clinked beer
bottles.

Bob never liked it when Randy was getting drunk.  It brought out the inner
caveman and dulled the finer senses he had learned from Bob.  So without a
reply Bob stood up, pulled down a blanket he had draped over a tree branch
and spread it on the ground.  Buck naked as he was the men watched him
lustfully as he threw himself onto his stomach on the blanket and laid his
head on upstretched arms.

He always loved dozing off hearing Randy's deep voice growing fainter in
the background, making him feel safe and loved.  He slowly lapsed into
sleep – but only for a few minutes.  He was jarred out of his slumber by
boisterous laughter, which even half-consciously he recognized as drunken.
He didn't open his eyes or lessen his deep breathing, but he became aware
of what the two men were saying.  They obviously thought he was still
asleep.

"Incredible," Pete was saying, "just look at that.  That is one fucking
gorgeous man."  He was mesmerized by the sight of the naked muscle-god
sleeping on his stomach, the dappled sunlight playing over his magnificent
body, muscles rippling as he breathed, arms stretched upward, legs splayed
out, his broad back narrowing down to his tight, slim waist.  His body was
tanned golden except for the strip of white where the globes of his perfect
ass flexed when he stirred in his sleep.

"Yup, they don't come like that too often."  Randy was slurring now.  "And
he's all mine.  Look at that gorgeous ass, buddy ... it belongs to me, to
fuck whenever I want ...although," he said grandly, "I'm not above loaning
it out occasionally if I find a guy who deserves it."

"And how do you decide that?  I've never fucked a guy before, never even
thought about it, but I'd make an exception for that ass.  It's so damn
perfect.  What do I have to do to get near it?"

Randy grinned at him.  "You know, I like you, man.  Didn't at first when
you came on like a homophobic prick, but you've turned out to be my kind of
guy.  You were a sensational fuck when we first met and I ploughed your ass
for the first time in your life, and today you were one hell of a
cocksucker.  You know what?  I wouldn't mind watching you fuck my guy's ass
– but before I loan it to you you'd have to earn it."

"Earn it?" Pete said eagerly.  "How?"

"Well, let's see.  How are you at arm-wrestling?"

"Division champ," Pete boasted.

"Good, that's how we'll decide.  And to the winner goes the prize – that
gorgeous ass over there.  OK, man, get ready."

Bob was seething.  It was all he could do to restrain himself from getting
up and choking Randy.  This was the old Randy, the Randy who `owned' his
ass, the caveman dragging his prey into the cave and fucking his prized
possession.  It had taken Bob a long time to civilize Randy and make him
treat Bob as an equal, and he thought this he-man crap was all over.  But a
combination of booze and machismo put paid to that – intensifying
Randy's need to flaunt his dominance over another rugged male, using Bob as
bait.

Bob gritted his teeth and lay still, breathing steadily, faking deep sleep.
He wanted to see how far Randy would take this.  Out of one half-closed eye
he saw the men lie on their stomachs facing each other propped up on one
elbow, the other planted in the sand forearm to forearm.  Their fingers
locked and the fight was on.  They fixed on each other's eyes feeling the
macho thrill of competing with another rugged top-man, mano a mano.

Bob was not immune to a similar lust despite his disgust at Randy.  As he
watched through narrowed eyes there was a part of him that was turned on by
the sight of two athletic alpha males fighting over which one of them would
fuck him.

In truth, ever since he laid eyes on the handsome, muscular Ranger Bob had
wondered how the man's cock would feel in his ass.  And when, as he lay
faking sleep, he heard Pete say he had never fucked a guy's ass but would
like Bob's to be the first, his cock had stiffened underneath him.  He
wanted to feel it, wanted Pete to fuck him.  What he definitely didn't want
was for Randy to humiliate him, treating him like a piece of meat on a
slab, `owning' his ass and offering to `loan' it out to a buddy.

The contest was coming to a climax as the rivals' muscles strained, running
with sweat, gazes fixed defiantly on each other.  Suddenly Randy yelled
"mother-fucker" and slammed Pete's arm down on the sand.  But immediately
Pete said, "Best of three – best of three."  Gracious in victory Randy
agreed, they went at it again and this time the Ranger exerted every ounce
of strength and won.  As they prepared for the third and deciding test of
strength Pete had a vague feeling that the powerful gypsy was playing with
him – and Bob was sure of it.

So it was a surprise when, after much sweating and groaning, it was the
Ranger who slammed his opponent's arm down in defeat.  He had a faint
suspicion that Randy had let him win, but he didn't care – it had
brought him closer to Bob's ass.  Bob was sure that Randy had thrown the
fight – he could beat a man like this any time."

"Well, I guess you win, buddy," said Randy magnanimously as they sat up and
reached for more beer.  "Let's go inspect the prize."

Bob shut his eyes as the men staggered to their feet and stood over him
slugging down beer as Bob "slept".  Randy pointed his bottle unsteadily at
Bob's ass and slurred, "You see that ass, buddy?  Belongs to me ... it
can't get enough of my big dick inside it.  Would you believe I've seen the
man crawl naked through the dirt begging me to fuck him?  But as you can
see, the ass is perfect and needs special handling."

He threw his arm holding his beer over Pete's shoulder, his words slurring
worse than ever.  "See, my man likes it best with a nice slow fuck at
first, but then you quicken the pace until your cock's pile-driving his
ass.  He'll yell that he wants you to stop but he don't mean it.  My man
likes it good and rough."

With all this raunchy talk both they were pumping their cocks that were
good and hard.  "OK, buddy," Randy slurred, "let's lube him up for you.
That sweet ass makes me wanna bust a load every time I look at it."

"Damn right," said an equally drunk Ranger.  "Man, I could shoot a wad over
it right now."

"So do it, stud.  Come on – before I beat you to it."  They pounded
their cocks and in seconds Pete was yelling, "Right there with you buddy.
Here it comes, man – all over him.  Yeah!"

Bob felt totally degraded by these two rugged males towering over him as he
lay on his stomach, hearing their crude appraisal of his ass, a prize one
of them had won in a contest.  He felt their warm jizz splashing down on
his ass, his back, the nape of his neck as they whooped in triumph.  And he
had had enough.

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

Bob suddenly turned over and leapt to his feet, his eyes blazing at a
startled Randy.  "You know, asshole, you can be a real bastard sometimes.
You've had this coming a long time."  He hauled back and slammed his fist
into Randy's jaw, sending him reeling backwards and crashing to the ground.
The big man howled in pain and, as he shook his head to clear it, his first
reflex was to vault to his feet and slug back.

Bob opened his arms wide and beckoned with his fingers.  "You gonna hit me?
Come on, man finish me off – and when I'm unconscious you and your buddy
can take turns fucking my ass.  You've already insulted and degraded me in
every possible way – yeah dickhead, I heard every fucking
word... (mimicking Randy's voice) ... `That ass belongs to me, to fuck
whenever I want ... I own it but I'll loan it out to the right guy ... he
crawls through the dirt begging me to fuck him ... that ass needs special
handling'.  Like my ass is a hunk of prime beef turning on a spit."

Randy was sobering up quickly and said plaintively – "Man, I was so
proud of you being my man that I just wanted to brag a bit – you know,
show you off, buddy."

"Show me off?!  Is that what you call it?  Man, you got shitfaced and arm
wrestled a guy with me as the prize like a stallion at auction.  What's
next?  You gonna post flyers, put me on display and sell tickets?  I've
never felt so degraded in my life.  I thought you'd got over that caveman
shtick but no – you're still the same crude, arrogant, shit-for-brains
motherfucker who first crawled out from under a rock."

He paused, his breath heaving, trying to control his anger, with a sense
that he had already gone too far.  Randy took advantage of the silence to
pull himself to his feet and faced Bob unsteadily.  "Shit, man, you didn't
really think I would let the guy fuck your ass, did you?"

Bob blazed at him.  "Oh for god's sake don't try to lie your way out of it.
You wouldn't LET the man fuck me?!  Who made you the keeper of my ass?  Did
it ever occur to you that I wanted Pete's dick inside me – that I wanted
to be the first guy he had ever fucked?  No, you didn't think of me at all
– it was all about your fucking ego, your need to be top dog, to show
off to another top man and parade me like you were leading me around on a
collar and chain."

"You wanted Pete to fuck you?"

"Yeah, I wanted it a lot, but on my terms – not because you `allowed' it
and sold my ass to him, you moron.  If Pete decided he wanted to fuck a
guy's ass for the first time, I wanted it to be mine.  I like Pete, he's a
good guy – when he's not being corrupted by a boastful prick like you.
And he's fucking gorgeous too so, yeah, I wanted him to fuck me.  But
you've screwed that up like you screw up so many things."

As he sobered up Randy's head was reeling – and aching.  Bob never hit
him – but he had now.  And he deserved it, he knew, as he cowered under
Bob's tongue lashing and heard his own ugly words thrown back at him.

"You see?" Bob said waving an arm at the empty beach.  "He's gone, he
picked up his clothes and got the fuck out of here – and who can blame
him?  The guy was feeling his way into a strange new world, needing to feel
respect and affection, and how did he end up?  Drunk as a skunk getting
instruction from a Neanderthal, fresh from his cave, on how to fuck my ass.
The poor guy must be feeling totally ashamed of himself right now and god
knows what he's thinking about us.  We'll never see him again, that's for
damn sure."

Randy looked wildly about him.  Running purely in instinct he pulled on
sneakers and ran off naked through the trees.  He was panicking, scared to
death that he had lost Bob.  As his adrenaline brought him clarity he
remembered what he had bragged about to Pete, the ugly words Bob had heard.

His thoughts were racing.  Shit, shit, shit, he had fucked up again.  He
loved Bob, couldn't live without him, but he often felt out of his depth
and did dumbass things.  All he had wanted to do was show off to the Ranger
but he had been a total asshole.  He would do anything to put things right
– to make Bob love him again – and there was only one thing he could
think of to do that.

Up ahead he heard a car start up and he rushed forward, the dense branches
tearing at his flesh.  He saw a truck coming up the gravel path and
recklessly leapt in front of it waving his arms.  Pete saw the naked gypsy
just in time, slammed on his brakes and skidded to a halt inches from him.

He leaned out of the window and yelled, "You fucking idiot.  You wanna get
yourself killed?  Get out of my way, asshole, I've fucking had it with
you."

Randy ran to the door of the truck, yanked it open and pulled Pete out.
The Ranger stumbled across the dirt track, regained his footing and whirled
on Randy, ready for a fight.  But Randy opened his arms in a gesture of
conciliation.  "Man, I haven't come for a fight.  We need to talk.  And
anyway you shouldn't drive drunk you know."

"Man, you are a piece of work, you know that?  I'm not drunk anymore –
stone cold sober – and I can't take any more of this shit.  I hightailed
it out of there as soon as I saw what I'd done – driven a wedge between
you two.  When I saw Bob slug you I came to my senses.  He's a beautiful,
gentle man, not a violent bone in his body.  But you and me, we talked
about him like he was a slave for hire, his ass to be traded on the open
market.  I gotta get out of this madness and back to the life I know."

Randy grabbed his arm.  "Man, you gotta help me.  It was all my fault –
I fuck up like that sometimes – often actually – but, god knows why,
Bob stays with me.  But this time I went way over the top, I was a complete
asshole, and I think I've lost him.  But I gotta do one thing for him.  He
liked you, man, a whole lot, and one of the things that made him angry was
that he really wanted you to fuck him."

He let that register with Pete who suddenly fell silent.  "Please man, not
for me but for Bob, please come back and make love to him, he wants it so
bad."

"I don't get you, man.  All this time you've been warning me that his ass
is yours but you occasionally loan it out to the right guy – and now
here you are begging me to fuck it.  So what was all that stuff about `any
man wants it he has to come though me'?"

"It was bullshit, man, total bullshit – me boasting he was mine, me
behaving like a complete douchebag.  Forget me, Pete, think about him.  The
man's a god, so fucking beautiful, with the most beautiful ass in the
world..."

The image of Bob's perfect physique, the sculpted Superman features and his
gentle smile flashed across Pete's mind.  "You say he wants to feel my dick
in his ass?"  Randy nodded but Pete's eyes narrowed.  "Are you using that
beautiful man as bait again, asshole?"

"No, man, I swear.  Come and ask him yourself.  Please man, I'm begging
you.  Do it for Bob."

Pete finally allowed himself to be pulled through the trees in the
direction of the lake.

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

Bob was pacing the beach.  He had pulled on swim shorts, as if covering up
his nakedness could somehow hide his embarrassment.  His anger was not
easily roused and faded quickly, replaced by remorse at how he had spoken.
He still resented Randy but was ashamed of his own overreaction.  He had
gone way over the top with his `moron' – `Neanderthal' –
`shit-for-brains motherfucker crawling out from under a rock.'  He had lost
his temper and slugged Randy, a blow to the pride of the macho gypsy.  And
where was he now? ... probably restoring his pride by slugging it out with
the Ranger.

"It's all such a fucking mess," he said to himself.  "We should never have
come."  But then he'd never have met Pete, a man he had come to like so
quickly, and lust for so much.  Bob would have loved to be the first man
the Ranger ever fucked.  "Damn, damn," he cursed to himself.

Just then he heard a sound in the trees and suddenly there he was –
Pete, being tugged onto the beach by Randy.  Randy stared at Bob who was
surprised to see the big man actually trembling.  Bob's heart softened,
knowing how scared Randy was of losing him.

Randy stammered, "I, er, I brought him back ... for you, buddy."

Pete gazed at Bob and asked simply, "Is it true that you wanted me to fuck
you, Bob."

"I wanted it a lot, Pete.  But after everything that went down, I..."

Pete cut him off.  "That's all I needed to know.  Well, I'm here."  And he
flashed a smile.

I was thinking," buddy," Randy said, more as a supplicant than a leader.
"Maybe it would be good if..."

"It's OK, Randy, I'll take it from here."  The gentleness had returned to
Bob's voice, which gave Randy some reason to hope.  "Why don't you go out
on the lake and catch more fish?"

"Well, I was thinking I should stick around and see how..."

Bob's stopped him dead with a piercing look.  "Go fish, Randy."

"Yeah," Randy shuffled nervously.  "Yeah, OK, buddy – whatever you say."
Reluctantly he went to the truck and pulled out a spare oar to replace the
cracked one.  He threw it into the rowboat and pushed the boat into the
water.  He stopped, turned, and looked from Bob to Pete and back.  "Are you
sure I shouldn't just ..."

"Randy – go fish."  The voice was gentle but firm and Randy obeyed,
jumping into the boat and rowing sullenly out to the middle of the lake.
As he rowed he recalled how his boy Pablo had once talked about his dog
Billy, and said that if you have to punish a dog it's no good beating him.
All you need to do is separate him from the family for a while.  Dogs hated
being banished like that.  Randy knew Bob was punishing him like a dog and,
like a dog, he hated it as he gritted his teeth and pulled on the oars.

On the beach Pete smiled at Bob.  "Wow, I'd never have believed I would see
that stud obey a guy so meekly."

"Yeah," Bob grinned, "well like Randy said about my ass – you have to
know how to handle it."

Pete blushed.  "Bob, I'm sorry about the way I behaved.  I guess I was
drunk and ..."

"Hey, it's water under the bridge, buddy.  None of us came out of that
episode looking good, so let's forget it.  Hey, you want a beer?  Or maybe
not..."

"Definitely not," Pete grinned.  "Never know where that would lead."

They both relaxed and looked each other over.  Bob was wearing nothing but
thin shorts, but when Pete had fled he had put his Ranger's uniform back on
before getting into his truck.  With his lantern jaw, tousled blond hair
and blue eyes he looked stunning and Bob smiled in admiration.  "Talking of
looking good ... as in good enough to eat ..."  He walked up close to the
handsome Ranger and smiled, their faces inches apart.

"Man," Pete said softly, "when I first saw you in that clearing, hanging
naked from a tree and jerking off, I wanted you so bad."  Impulsively he
leaned forward and pressed his lips against Bob's, tentatively at first,
then building to a passionate kiss with each man holding the other's head
and frantically tongue-searching each other's mouth.  Finally they broke
apart and gazed at each other, their breath heaving, eyes sparkling.

"You know," Pete said, "in my world I'm considered an expert at this, quite
the sex stud – making out, making love and fucking like a stallion.  But
now, facing you I feel like I'm back in high-school doing it for the first
time – nervous, not sure what comes next."

"I love that about you, man," Bob grinned, "but don't worry, leave
everything to me."  Without taking his eyes off Pete's Bob undid the top
button of his uniform shirt, then two more and reached under the shirt,
running his hands over the mound of Pete's chest, rubbing the backs of his
fingers against his nipples.

"Aaah ..." Pete moaned softly and rolled his head back.  "You look so
fucking hot, man," Bob said.  "Shirtless will look even better."  He undid
the rest of the buttons, pulled the shirttails out of his waist and pushed
the shirt back, letting it hang open from his shoulders exposing his chest.
This time he squeezed the Ranger's hard nipples and Pete moaned out loud,
"Oh, shit, that feels so ... don't man, please, you're gonna make me cum."

Bob stopped instantly and grinned, "We don't want that, do we?  Not yet
anyway.  Long way to go yet, buddy."

Pete reached round behind Bob and clamped his hands over the mounds of his
ass, squeezing them as they flexed hard under the thin fabric of his
shorts.  Pete grimaced as if in pain.  "Shit damn, I wanna fuck your ass so
bad, Bob.  I could shoot a million loads just looking at it, touching it.
Help me, man – I'm on unfamiliar ground here."

"I told you not to worry, big guy, and to leave everything to me.  First I
wanna see that body of yours."  He pushed Pete's shirt off his shoulders
and let it drop.  "Oh, yeah, fucking gorgeous."  He ran his hands over the
rock hard shoulders, then down his V-shaped lats to his tight waist, and
traced the ridges of his washboard abs.  He leaned forward and ran his
tongue up the cleft between his pecs, tasting the beads of sweat trickling
down it, then clamped his mouth on his tits, squeezing them in his lips.

Pete moaned loudly and ran his hands through Bob's thick, tousled dark
hair, pulling his face hard against his chest.  But Bob soon eased off,
knowing that the Ranger was tilting on the edge of orgasm all the time,
with an erotic mix of frustration, passion, bursting balls and the intense
effort to hold back.  He was in ecstasy.

Bob moved his face lower down, over the abs and waist until his legs
buckled and he sank to his knees before the Ranger.  He licked the heavy
uniform belt, then lowered his head until he was facing the huge bulge in
the Ranger's pants.  He clamped his mouth over it, smelling the musky odor
of the man's crotch through the fabric.  He inhaled and exhaled deeply,
warming the bulge with his hot breath and felt it shudder.

"No, no, stop, man ... I'm gonna cum ... you're gonna make me shoot."  Bob
pulled away, unzipped the pants and pulled out the Ranger's rock-hard cock
that was shuddering and dripping pre-cum.  Bob pushed his mouth over the
long rod and swallowed it deep into his throat.  The ranger lost all
control.  He looked down at the beautiful face, at his own shaft
disappearing between the full lips into the mouth and felt that the head of
his cock was on fire.

In a surge of macho dominance he grabbed Bob's hair, pulled his face back,
then slammed it back down onto his cock.  Once more he pulled the face
back, saw the tears streaming from the brown eyes, and yelled, "This is it,
man...!"  He drove his cock back down Bob's throat and roared as it erupted
with hot jizz deep inside him, a river of cum that Bob swallowed
voraciously, gulp after gulp.  Pete's howls became sobs as his cock drained
into Bob's mouth.

When their hearts stopped pounding Pete slowly withdrew his shaft from
Bob's mouth and gazed down at his beautiful face, semen oozing over the
sensuous lips and running down his chin.  "Man," Pete panted, "that was so
damned hot – un-fucking-believable."

Bob grinned up at him.  "Well, it was a start at least."

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

In the boat in the middle of the lake Randy was in his own private
purgatory.  And it was all of his making ... he had compounded one mistake
by another.  He had begun by drunkenly boasting about Bob and his ass like
a piece of property he owned.  When Bob had reacted so violently by
slugging him Randy was knocked off his feet mentally as well as physically.
In a panicked attempt to regain his balance and prevent Bob from leaving
him he had run after Pete, practically ordering him to come back and fuck
Bob.

And that was probably going on right now!  But Randy had been sent away
like an unruly dog with his tail between his legs.  Completely out of his
depth he had panicked, made all the wrong moves and sealed his own fate.
How did he get into messes like this?  How could he, who was so always so
sure of himself, in command, master of his world, wind up in disgrace in
the middle of a lake while his lover got fucked by a Forest Ranger?"

He lay in the bottom of the boat muttering, "Shit, shit, shit."  It was
only in his relationship with Bob that he felt insecure.  Maybe he should
cut his losses and get the hell out – leave Bob.  "No ... no ...I didn't
mean that," he pleaded out loud to a god he didn't even believe in.  "I
didn't mean that ... I don't want to leave him, ever.  Please don't let him
leave me...  I need him."

At that moment he heard the Ranger's roar in the distance and peered
frantically over the side of the boat.  He saw vague movement on the
distant beach and was desperate to know what had happened.  Pete must have
cum ... inside Bob he wondered?  He grabbed the oars ... then threw them
back down.  Going back would only make things worse – interrupting them
in ...in whatever the fuck they were doing.  He lay back in the boat and
covered his ears.  It was official, he thought.  The King of the Gypsies
was a royal fuckup.

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

By now Bob had removed Pete's boots, unbuckled his belt and pulled his
pants down.  Pete stepped out of them, pulled Bob up off his knees and held
him at arm's length gazing at him.  "I guess I screwed up, right?  I wanted
to cum in your ass but you were so damn hot I..."

"Hey, who decreed that there's a one-cum limit?  Come on, I think we can
risk a beer now without disgracing ourselves."  As Bob turned round Pete
reached out and, in a flash of the dominant male, grabbed Bob's shorts and
ripped them clear off.  "Oh Jesus," he groaned as he gazed awestruck at the
naked ass.  Bob laughed as his cock sprang free.

 A minute later they were lying naked on their sides gazing at each other
as they sipped beer.  They talked small talk, avoiding the subject of sex
that nevertheless hung heavy in the air.  But when suddenly Bob, as he
talked, got comfortable by casually rolling over onto his stomach, Pete
again got a full view of his naked ass.  "Shit damn," he groaned and
impulsively ran his hands over the hard mounds. "Fuck," he said, "I can't
do this, man.  I gotta have that ass."

His testosterone racing Pete got to his knees behind Bob and clamped his
hands on the prefect white globes.  He pulled them gently apart and
murmured, "Holy shit" as he gazed at Bob's hole guarded with a light fuzz
of dark hair.

He leaned forward and buried his face between the cheeks, licking the damp
hair and the tight hole, pushing his tongue inside, savoring the pungent
taste of the warm, velvet membrane.  Bob raised his ass and pushed it back
against Pete's face.  Pete fed on the ass for a while, then pulled back and
insisted, "I gotta fuck this ass, man, I gotta.  Help me out here, buddy."

Bob rolled over onto his back and pulled his legs back.  "Well you've lubed
it up pretty good," Bob grinned, "but it'll be a lot tighter then what your
used to fucking so here, use this ..."  He reached over to his backpack on
the ground and pulled out a jar of lube.  Pete dipped in his fingers,
reached forward and pushed two greasy fingers gently into the hole.  "Shit,
that's tight," he murmured.  He pulled out and spread the cream over his
cock that was stiff as a pole again.

He dropped forward and braced himself with his hands flat on the ground
beside Bob's head.  As he did so he felt the tip of his cock brush against
Bob's ass and he stopped, scared to push further.  He gazed down at Bob's
beautiful face and said softly, "You sure you want this, man?"

Bob smiled.  "You should see yourself, Pete, leaning over me – that
sinewy body, the square-jawed face ... of course I want it.  Please,
man... please fuck my ass."

The Ranger could hardly believe the words spoken by this muscle-god lying
beneath him.  He eased the head of his cock just over Bob's sphincter and
gasped ... his cock was inside of a man's ass for the first time in his
life.  God it was tight ... and hot, squeezing round his cock.  The man was
so fucking beautiful that the Ranger felt semen racing up his cock from his
balls.

With a howl of pure ecstasy he slammed his hips forward, driving his rod
deep inside the cauldron of Bob's ass ... and his scream echoed round the
lake as his cock exploded.  He felt the ass muscles clamp tight, saw the
body shudder and watched in wide-eyed disbelief as Bob's cock blasted semen
over his own abs, his chest and up to his face.

Pete pulled back and drove his cock in even deeper, gushing another stream
of cum as Bob matched him.  He fell forward on top of Bob, their bodies
sliding together on the pools of jism, then leaned down and licked Bob's
own cum from his face.  He kissed him, their mouths lubricated by semen as
they mashed their lips together.

Pete's cock was still inside Bob and, incredibly, still hard.  He felt a
sudden virile surge of adrenaline and he pulled back up in his knees,
leaned forward again and clamped his hands over Bob's wrists, pinning them
above his head on the sand.  A wave of power swept over him, unlike
anything he had ever felt before.  This beautiful muscle-god was his
captive, trapped on the sand, his ass impaled on the Ranger's cock.

"Man," he groaned, "that feels so fucking sweet ... my cock in your ass,
where it belongs.  It's never been like this for me.  I gotta fuck you,
man, I gotta make love to that perfect ass."  Tears filled his eyes.  "This
time I'm really gonna fuck you, Bob ... fuck you for a long, long time."

And so it began, with Pete's cock as hard as if he had never cum.  He
pulled it all the way back, rubbed the head against the rim of the
sphincter, then slowly pushed it in, inch after inch until it came to rest
in the depths of Bob's gut.  He was doing what he had wanted to do for so
long – fucking the ass of the superman.

Looking down at Bob – at the chiseled features, the perfect physique,
his arms pinned to the ground – Pete as last knew what Randy felt when
he made love to his man.  He had never felt so dominant in his life as he
did now, fucking the ass of this beautiful alpha male – his captive.
Though Pete would never have admitted it, he recalled Randy's earlier
instructions ... "He likes it best with a nice slow fuck at first, but then
you quicken the pace until your cock's pile-driving his ass.  My man likes
it good and rough."

It seemed natural to Pete to do just that, to prove his dominance by
seducing a man with his cock, then turn it into a jackhammer.  He
alternated between sensitive and savage, driving his captive wild, his body
writhing, face tossing form side to side, grimacing with pain and ecstasy
as his ass got ploughed by the rugged Forest Ranger.

"That's it, man," Bob yelled, "fuck me, fuck that ass.  That all you got?
Harder, stud, harder."  Rising to the challenge Pete turned up the pressure
and his cock became a ramrod.  Bob took as much as he could but soon he was
screaming, "No, no, please, sir, you're ripping my ass.  Please, I beg you,
you're hurting me, sir."

Pete could not believe that this macho bodybuilder was calling him sir,
begging him.  Seeing the muscular body streaming with sweat, struggling
beneath him, he slowed down and said earnestly, "I don't wanna hurt you,
buddy.  I want to make love to you."

"Yeah," Bob sighed and Pete saw him relax.  "Now we make love," Pete said,
releasing Bob's hands and gently stroking his own against his nipples.  Bob
reached up and ran his hands over the Ranger's chest, his neck, his face.
Pete kissed his hands and sucked his fingers into his mouth.

And all the time the Ranger's cock slid gently back and forth in the warm
ass.

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

The sound of the Ranger's orgasmic scream, and then Bob's pleading howl,
had sped over the lake, amplified by the hot, still air of the quiet
afternoon.  It reached the boat rocking in the middle of the lake ... and
that was it.  Randy was still racked by guilt and confusion but one
instinct was bred in the bone – if Bob was hurting Randy would help him.

So no more thinking, no more agonizing.  Suddenly Randy was no longer the
wounded animal curled up in the boat.  He reverted to his natural state –
a man of action – the real King of the Gypsies.  He grabbed the oars and
rowed so ferociously it's a wonder the oars didn't crack again.  Near the
beach Randy leapt from the boat and towed it behind him as he strode
ashore.

He pulled the boat onto the beach and walked silently in the soft sand.
His relief at seeing Bob unhurt was overpowered by the sight of the two men
making passionate love.  They were still kissing, and the Ranger's naked
body was still rising and falling over Bob's ass.  So engrossed were they
in each other that they were oblivious to everything else – even Randy.

Randy's instinct was to throw himself on the Ranger, pull him off his lover
and slug him.  But he was aware how he had screwed up before and this time
he made a conscious effort to control his anger.  He recalled how he had
tamed Pete the first time they met.  "Shit, man," he had told Bob, "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?"

Randy watched the Ranger's ass flexing high in the air as he leaned forward
and fucked Bob.  He was driven by one part anger and one part desire, but
both of them had the same effect of making his dick hard as an iron rod.
Silently he dropped to his knees behind Pete and, with the seasoned skill
of an expert butt-fucker, pointed his dick straight at the hole.  He took a
deep breath ... and drove his shaft deep into the Ranger's ass.

"Aaagh!" Pete screamed, yanking his face away from Bob's as Randy growled
in his ear, "Don't stop fucking him, Ranger.  "My man wants you to fuck him
and that's what you're gonna do.  That's what I promised him.  Only thing I
didn't mentioned is that I'm gonna be fucking your ass while you do."

When the shock subsided Pete felt his ass relax round the cock of the
construction worker and the sensation was as intense as it had been that
first time.  Pete had said he didn't want to come between Randy and Bob,
but this is not what he meant.  Here he was literally between the two
spectacular men – fucking the ass of one and getting his own ass fucked
by the other.  It was a sensation that sent him spinning into a fantasy
world of lust and passion.

If Bob's ass had brought him to the brink of orgasm before it was now ten
times more intense.  He couldn't even distinguish between the thrill of his
cock in Bob's ass and Randy's in his.  It was all one flash of heat that
raced through his cock and set it on fire.  The feeling intensified when he
heard Bob say, "Fuck him, Randy, make him cum in my ass."

"All in good time, buddy," Randy said, grinning down at Bob over Pete's
shoulder.  "I'm in charge now ... this is my show."

"Man," Pete groaned, "your cock feels so good in my ass.  It's gonna make
me cum inside him."

"Oh yeah?" Randy snarled and stopped dead.  The sudden lack of movement in
his ass made Pete's near-orgasm die.  The change in rhythm inhibited him.
Before, Bob's ass could have made him shoot at any time, but now that he
had felt the thrill of the gypsy's cock inside he was under his spell.  He
couldn't cum until Randy made him, and he pleaded, "No, man, fuck me,
please, make me cum."

Randy could drive a man crazy like this, could control him with his teasing
cock.  He thrust it in, paused, then thrust again, driving the Ranger wild
with frustration, his cock constantly shuddering on the edge of eruption.
"Please, man, I can't take this," Pete moaned.  "My cock's burning up ... I
gotta cum ... have mercy on me, man."

"Yeah," Randy growled, "but first I wanna hear you beg like you made Bob
beg.  Come on, man, let's hear it," and he taunted him with short,
intermittent jabs of his cock."

"Man, you're driving me insane... OK, please, sir, I'm begging you.  Please
stop torturing me ... fuck my ass, sir ... do it hard ... make me bust my
load ... please, sir ... I beg you."

Bob was turned on as never before, looking up at the tough Forest Ranger
who a short while ago had him pinned to the ground, fucking his ass like
the macho top man he was.  But now the tables were turned and the handsome
face was twisted in submission as he begged Randy to release him ... to
make him shoot in Bob's ass.  Bob looked over Pete's shoulder at Randy and
nodded slightly.

"OK, buddy, you got it."  Then to Pete, "Here it comes, Ranger, just like
you gave it to my man.  In an instant Randy was a fuck machine, his massive
cock jackhammering the Ranger's ass making him scream in pain and the
euphoria of release.  "Oh god ... aah ... aah ... you're killing me man, I
can't take it, I ... aaagh!!"

He felt Randy's cock blasting jizz deep in his ass, saw Bob spurting semen
over his already cum-soaked body, and ... aaagh!! ... his own cock exploded
in Bob's ass in the most extraordinary orgasm of his life.  Tears were
running down his cheeks as his cock kept pumping and his heart pounding.

"Yeah," Randy roared in triumph and they collapsed in a heap of tangled
limbs on the sand.

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

A few minutes later they all lay exhausted on the ground, Randy face down
between the others, his arms spread wide over their chests.  They all knew
what had happened.  Randy had got wasted and insulted Bob, who had punished
him in the worst way by banishing him while Pete fucked him.  But Randy had
finally, inevitably, resumed his rightful place as master, had taken
control of the whole scene, dominated the Ranger and forced him to submit –
to beg Randy to let him shoot his load in Bob's ass.  Randy wasn't called
the King of the Gypsies for nothing.

After their emotions and heaving bodies had calmed, Randy stood up and led
them to the lake where they swam to clean off.  When they came out they sat
cross-legged at the water's edge, side by side, naked, watching the setting
sun sink into the lake, turning the water into a blaze of scarlet and gold.

Pete was aware of the strong emotional and sexual vibrations running
between the two extraordinary men and said quietly, "I gotta go, guys –
leave you two together to sort out whatever you have to sort out.  I don't
wanna come between you."

"You just did, buddy," Randy laughed, "and it was fucking spectacular.
You're real good with Bob and me, you know that?"

"Yeah, but ..."

"Now listen, Pete," Bob said, sensing his confusion.  "Like Randy said last
time you met, let's keep this strictly between us.  We would both really
like to get together with you again.  You're a hot man, a real stud, and
despite whatever happened here earlier we're not bad guys – just a bit
complicated, with the occasional explosion here and there as you saw.  So
you go get on with the Forest Ranger life you enjoy so much, with your
buddies and your girls, and the three of us will get together here from
time to time, if you would like to."

"You know the answer to that, Bob.  I never want to louse things up between
you – you're sensational together – incredible together – but I'd
really get off on seeing you again.  And maybe have an arm-wrestling
re-match eh, big guy?  Which you won't let me win next time."

"It's a deal," Randy laughed.  "And remember – what we did up here, you
never do that with any other guy."

Pete smiled.  "Is that an order, sir?"

"Damn right it is," Randy grinned.

They stood up, Pete put on his uniform and gave them bear hugs, unable to
resist a last kiss on Bob's lips.  "Looking forward to the next time, guys.
Take care of each other."

When he had disappeared through the trees Bob and Randy went back to sit by
the lake in the deepening twilight.  After a long silence Randy asked, "Are
we OK, buddy?"

"You know we are, Randy.  Look, you behaved like an asshole, nothing
unusual in that, and I punished you.  I know how tough it was for you
sitting out on the lake on your own, and I'm sorry about that.  But I'll
say what I've said a million times before – whatever happens, never,
ever be afraid that I'll leave you.  You're my life, buddy.  And like the
man said, we're sensational together."

Another silence, then Randy grinned, "That's a mean right cross you got,
buddy.  Never knew you were so handy with your fists."

"Yeah, and don't you forget it."

"Oh I won't, believe me," he smiled, rubbing his chin.

Bob had said his piece and wanted to change the subject.  "Now it's just
the two of us for the rest of the weekend, and then home to face all that
`Kumbaya shit' as you call it.  I wonder how Brandon got on spending his
first night with Eddie and Ben.  No doubt Darius will `spill all the beans'
when we get home."

As Bob talked about home Randy smiled to himself and threw his arm round
his lover's neck.  "I love you, man."  And there they sat by the silent
lake – two beautiful men in love, enfolded in the gathering darkness."

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

As for Brandon, Bob could actually have described pretty accurately what
his night would be like.  They were, after all, three spirited young bucks,
hormones raging, three to a bed.  Brandon was lying on his back on the bed
gazing up excitedly at the boyishly good-looking Eddie and the dark young
gypsy boy Ben, standing over him, their arms folded.

"So, what d'you think we should do with the new kid, eh, dude?" Eddie
asked.  Ben shrugged.  "Dunno.  Fuck him, that's for sure, and then I guess
we'll just make it up as we go along."

In the bedroom next door the handsome Italian gardener, Mario, could hear
them giggling.  He was alone as usual and oddly comforted by the boisterous
sounds of the three boys next door.  But if they get any louder, he
thought...

Hey, he grinned to himself, it's a well-known fact in any country –
Italy, America, anywhere – that if you're giving a loud party you should
always invite the neighbors.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 227

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