Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2015 02:46:11 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 248 by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 248
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: The twins take mischievous `revenge' on Bob and Randy.
"In a welter of frustrated desire the two naked muscle-gods pulled
frantically at their restraints as the young jocks applied their own brand
of sexual torment."  Mark is thrilled by Jamie "who had just emerged from
the chrysalis of boyhood, spread his wings and become a man."  The cop and
the surfer make ferocious love in the pounding surf.

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


Chapter 248 – "The Twins' Revenge – Jamie's Revelation"

"Excuse me, sir, but if you have a minute, I would like to ask you about
something."

In approaching Randy, the big boss, Brandon knew he was breaking the rule
that boys should not get involved in the masters affairs but, after what
his friend Jamie had told him, he had plucked up the courage to confide in
Randy who had always promised to help him.

"For you, kid, I've got as many minutes as you want," Randy smiled.  "OK,
boy, what's your problem?"  He looked affectionately at Brandon's eager
face, his eyes blinking earnestly behind his black-rimmed glasses, and his
heart melted.  "I can see you want to help your friend, kiddo, so go for
it."

"OK, sir," said Brandon, reassured.  "Well it's like this, sir.  It's about
Jamie and ... and Mark."  He described Jamie's problem – that Mark
wasn't as loving as he used to be.  Last night Jamie had waited for Mark
but had ended up sleeping alone.  "I love Jamie, sir, and I hate to see him
unhappy.  See, the thing is ... gee, this is real difficult ... Mark is
spending a lot of time with you and Bob, sir.  The twins are having the
same problem with Bob."

"Bob?  What's wrong with Bob?" Randy said sharply, impulsively springing to
his lover's defense.

Brandon winced.  "Sorry, sir, I shouldn't have said that about Bob.  I
shouldn't have said anything at all, I see that now.  It's not my place
... I'm way out of my depth."

"Nah, nah, kiddo, I shouldn't have barked at you like that.  You were dead
right to tell me about this and I thank you for it.  No other boy would
have had the guts.  And I happen to know exactly what you're talking about.
You can leave it with me.  I'll take care of it."

Brandon beamed.  "I knew you would, sir.  You can make anything come
right."

Randy ruffled his hair.  "You know, you're one heck of a kid, sticking up
for your buddies like that.  But not a word about this conversation eh?"
He tapped the side of his nose.  "Private – just between you and me,
right?"

Randy went upstairs and, without naming Brandon, he raised the thorny issue
with Mark and Bob, who both felt instant guilt that they had become so
wrapped up in their three-way relationship with Randy that they had
neglected their boys.

Mark had gone immediately to Jamie, who was as usual waiting for him naked
on the bed, and made spectacular amends.  The shirtless macho cop had lain
shackled by his own handcuffs to the bed, at the mercy of the young jock,
the tanned California surfer pile-driving his ass.

But even when it was over and Jamie lay in his master's arms, Mark's guilt
was not totally assuaged and he knew he needed to do more for the boy he
had selfishly neglected.  He had promised to take Jamie up to the Guadalupe
dunes and as Jamie lay with his head on Mark's chest they made plans for
the trip.  Jamie was in heaven, all his doubts and fears banished.

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

As for Bob, when Randy had broached the topic Bob fell into his arms and
said, "Thanks for straightening me out, man.  Hell, a few years ago you'd
have dragged me outside and beaten some sense into me, and I'd have
deserved it.  But this new cool you is so goddam sexy.  Would it be OK with
you if I invite the twins up here to spend the night with us?"

"Hell, you need to ask?  Sex with those young bucks is always a major turn
on, so go for it buddy."  So Bob went and talked to the twins
apologetically about his many absences from them and, as an initial gesture
of remorse, he invited them to spend the night with him and Randy.

Kyle and Kevin had never felt any resentment toward Bob – it was not in
their nature – so they felt there was nothing to forgive.  But they
welcomed a night with the two gorgeous lovers, the tribe's leaders, knowing
from the past that they were in for a wild ride.  They were also excited at
Bob's suggestion of a couple of days in Zack's shack in the dunes – just
the three of them.

Later Randy chuckled to Bob, "So, it looks like you and the twins will be
in Zack's shack right around the time Mark and Jamie will be in theirs a
couple miles down the beach.  And I guess you'll both let your boys get
even with you for neglecting them.  The five of you should get together.
That would be one helluva scene ... one for the archives as Darius would
say."

"Who knows?" Bob shrugged airily.  "You never know what's gonna happen."

"Asshole," Randy grinned.  "I could make a damn good guess – and I'd be
right."

Bob sat pensively and his face clouded over.  "You know, buddy, I've acted
like a real shit.  Huh, you've called me a saint in the past but I'm far
from that – I'm a mere mortal with feet of clay like anyone else.  I got
lost in my feelings for you and Mark.  God, it's scary the way we can be
led astray by a throbbing cock – blinded by our lust for another man.
But no matter how much I screw up those twins always remain loyal and
loving.  I feel such a prick."

"Hey don't beat yourself up, man.  You know those kids are joined at the
hip – they always have each other for consolation.  But I bet they never
lost faith in you.  I recall that time you were lying in a coma and the
docs thought you wouldn't make it.  I was a total basket case but those
boys of yours kept me sane.  They stayed calm – the only ones who were
positive you would pull through.  And you know why?  They said you had
promised never to leave them, and they took you at your word.  They did
this time, too.

"But it was probably a helluva lot worse for poor, insecure young Jamie
alone in bed waiting for his cop, wondering if Mark would ever come back to
him.  Mark's probably feeling even more of a shit than you, betraying his
boy, making all that talk of love sound phony.  Enough to make Jamie think
that all he ever was to Mark was just a great piece of ass.

"But the cop will find a way to make things come right, and you'll get your
chance with the twins.  Knowing those kids, they'll bounce right back."
There was a knock at the door.  "And I think I'm about to be proved right –
as always," Randy grinned.

He opened the door and in walked the twins, Kyle carrying a tray with a
brandy bottle and four glasses, Kevin a tray of assorted appetizers they
had cooked up.  Their expressions were dignified and Bob realized they were
doing their five-star-waiter act that they knew turned him on.  They were
all in white – white T-shirts and boxer briefs under white bib aprons –
and they solemnly placed the trays on a table.

"Sirs," Kevin said formally, "we thought you might like after-dinner brandy
and hors d'oeuvres."  They stood back respectfully with their hands behind
their backs – like dutiful waiters.

"Thanks, the food looks great," Bob grinned, "but it's you guys who look
good enough to eat."  Anyway, it's me who's supposed to be doing penance to
you for the way I behaved.  You're the ones who can take whatever revenge
you want."

"Oh, we know what we want, sir," Kyle said cheerfully.  "We knew that the
minute you came to apologize."

"Yeah," Randy said, making a move to the door.  "Well one thing you don't
want is me getting in your way.  You and Bob have got stuff to straighten
out and you know how the saying goes ... three's company, four's a crowd."

"Oh, no sir," they both said hastily, "please stay."  They glanced at each
other and Kyle said, "See, we love it when Bob comes to spend the night
with us in our apartment, but it's extra cool when we get to sleep with
both bosses of the house.  I mean, sir, you guys are so spectacular
together that we sometimes jerk each other off just thinking about it."

Bob smiled, imagining the scene.  Some time ago he had asked Randy to
create for the twins a room of their own.  Always anxious to please Bob
Randy had pulled out all the stops and turned a large storage area above
the kitchen into a small apartment for them – two rooms, plus a small
kitchen and bathroom, where the two formerly homeless brothers lived
together happily, always ready for the tap on the door when Bob visited.

But they also loved Bob and Randy together.  Unlike some of the other boys
they had no fear of Randy, knowing that his devotion to Bob extended
through Bob to them.  They knew from experience they would have a great
time, and had already planned their `punishment' of Bob."

"OK, kids," Bob said, flopping into a chair by the table.  "You're in
charge, so what comes next?"

"Brandy and our special hors d'oeuvres, sir," said Kevin.  "Specialties of
the house."

Randy cleared his throat.  "Er, I know I'm only a bit player in this family
scene but if I could make one request ... lose the fucking aprons, kids.  I
wanna get a look at those bodies."

Everything the twins did was precisely synchronized and now was no
exception.  They reached behind their waists and untied their aprons, then
untied the straps behind they necks, pulled off the aprons, folded them and
placed them discreetly on a chair.  They stood shoulder to shoulder in just
T-shirts and boxer briefs.  Their youthful, muscular physiques were clearly
outlined under the thin cotton and their cocks bulged inside their briefs.

"Holy shit," Randy growled.  "Guess it would kinda break the party mood if
I just threw you both on the ground and fucked your asses in turn, eh?"

Kevin smiled.  "Hot as that sounds, sir, it's not exactly what we had in
mind."

"OK," Randy said.  "I stand corrected.  You're the bosses."

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

The sexual turn that the conversation had taken toned down somewhat as
Randy and Bob sat at the table, Kyle poured the brandy and Kevin set out
the food.  Randy grinned, "OK, kids, cut the waiter crap and sit down with
us ... Bob has something to say."

Bob made a short speech, once more apologizing for neglecting his boys when
he became so involved in his threesome with Mark and Randy.  But his mea
culpa seemed to go over the boys' heads as they were already way past that
and looking forward to proving to Bob that there were no hard feelings –
only hard dicks – and taking their own kind of revenge.

So they changed the topic to the latest house gossip.  They spent most of
their days happily in their beloved kitchen where the window onto the
garden gave them a perfect vantage point for watching all the goings on.
So, second only to the ever-vigilant Darius, they were archives of
knowledge, though far more discreet than motor-mouth Darius.  But they
always told Bob everything so they did not consider it a breach of
discretion to tell him the latest happenings.

It was times like this that Randy was at his most relaxed and contented.
The rugged, volatile gypsy could hardly be thought of as a domestic guy,
least of all domesticated as Bob so often pointed out, but here in this
setting was as close as he got.  Sipping his brandy he looked lovingly at
Bob who was listening with sparkling eyes to his boys speaking in turn,
alternating sentences, sometimes overlapping as one twin completed the
thought of the other.

To Randy this was family, a time to put aside the toughness and anger that
often propelled his actions.  He was at peace ... well, almost.  Not far
below the surface – in his groin to be precise – his lust was
stirring watching his gorgeous lover and the two handsome brothers.  He had
that fleeting thought again that he should perhaps leave the reconciliation
to the three of them but the twins had specifically asked him to stay.  And
anyway, he grinned to himself, he sure wasn't gonna turn his back on this
chance of a night with these two young bucks.

In the end it was the twins who took the lead.  Still seated Kyle said to
Bob, "Sir, you told us we could take whatever revenge we wanted.  Well,
what we have in mind is our own kind of revenge, some might even call it
torture.  But you did say that we're the bosses, so we'll take you at your
word that we're in charge."  Kevin took over.  "Sirs, we would like you to
stand up."

Randy grinned at Bob.  Usually it was the two men who gave the orders so
this was a complete role reversal and Randy found it sexy as hell.  The two
men stood up shoulder to shoulder facing the twins, their hands lightly
clasped behind their backs in a gesture of compliance.

The twins took their time, sprawled in their chairs, sipping brandy,
running their eyes over the men as if evaluating them.  They glanced
frequently at each other with that fraternal telepathy that needed no
words.  They were sharing the same fantasy ... two rugged alpha males on
display like slaves at an auction.

"Remove the shirts, please."  Bob was wearing his usual V-neck white
T-shirt, Randy a well-worn, faded blue one, which they dutifully pulled up
over their heads and tossed aside.  They resumed their original stance,
hands behind their backs – two shirtless muscle-gods, barefoot in
beltless blue jeans, the one with the refined, sculpted features of a
business executive, the other a wild gypsy with a square, stubbled jaw,
piercing blue eyes and tousled black hair.

The twins moaned softly and stood up.  The came near to the men and gazed
calmly and confidently into their eyes.  They reached up and ran their
fingers over the men's chests, tracing the defined contours of their solid
pecs and ripped abs, then down to the slim waists over the waistband of
their jeans and stroked the bulge in their pants – but only for an
instant.

Their touch was all the more erotic for being light and fleeting, barely
touching but enough to arouse the men, making their muscles flex and their
cocks pulse.  Bob and Randy knew what the boys were doing, what fantasy
guided them, and that was clear by what they said next.

"Excellent, bro, don't you think?"  "Yeah, they'll do fine ... try this."
Kyle squeezed Randy's nipples hard and he winced.  Kevin did the same to
Bob with the same result.  "Oh, yeah, that looks hot.  Here, come round
here."

They stared at the broad backs, running their hands over the rock-hard
lats, then leaned forward and licked the cleft between the lats, up their
spines to the nape of their necks.  They pressed their chests against the
men's backs, the bulge in their boxers against the men's asses, reached
round and tweaked their nipples again.

"Oh, shit," Randy groaned to Bob.  "I can't take this, man – they're
gonna make me bust a load."

Instantly the twins pulled away, sat back down at the table and poured more
brandy.  "Get naked," Kyle ordered.  Obediently the men unzipped their
jeans and let them drop, along with their shorts, then stepped out of them
and stood naked before the boys like Greek statues.

"Awesome," they said in unison," and Kevin added forcefully, "Right – on
the bed."  The twins' assertiveness, their command of the situation, was a
huge turn-on to Bob and Randy – so different from the frightened
homeless urchins who had once tried to steal Bob's car to live in.

The men compliantly lay down on their back side by side on the bed.  The
brothers paced round them gazing down at the ruggedly handsome men – two
former masters now at the mercy of their boys.  Their arms stretched above
their heads, their muscles rippled under the spotlights in the ceiling
... and their cocks stood up like poles.

The twins glanced at each other with a trace of a smile and knelt at the
foot of the bed, Kyle at Randy's feet and Kevin at Bob's.  They each
grabbed a foot, pressed it to their face and licked it ... the arched
tendons, the ankle, the Achilles heel and, finally, the toes.  They licked
between the toes, then sucked them hungrily into their mouths.

The two men moaned as they looked down at the handsome young studs, their
finely-honed muscles flexing, their light brown hair falling over their
foreheads as they sucked their feet.  It was such a turn-on that both men
were soon impulsively stroking their cocks.

"No!"  The twins raised their heads in unison.  "No touching," said Kyle,
who turned and nodded to Kevin.  They knew what was needed.  They stood up
and said, "We didn't think this would be necessary but obviously it is.
Raise your arms."  The men resumed their original position, arms stretched
upward, and the twins made quick use of the ropes that always hung round
the rails of the headboard, ready for Bob and Randy's frequent bondage sex
scenes.

They looked with satisfaction as the men reflexively pulled at the ropes
binding their wrists to the bed.  But the twins had learned their lessons
well on ropes and knots from Randy himself and Kyle smiled down at them.
"Now you are really at the mercy of your boys."

The twins knelt and resumed where they had broken off – licking up the
muscled thighs until they came to the balls, opened wide and sucked them
into their mouths.  "Aaagh ... Randy groaned.  "Oh shit ... fuck ... you're
gonna make me shoot.  Suck my dick boy.  Suck it ..."

But Kyle blithely ignored him.  The only concession the twins made was to
flick their tongues at the bulging head of the cocks, enough to drive the
men wild but not enough to push them over the edge to orgasm.  In a welter
of frustrated desire the two naked muscle-gods pulled frantically at their
restraints, desperate to touch their cocks and release the pent-up load
inside.

The twins pulled away, knowing that the men were so close, then calmly
licked their razor-sharp abs and the cleft between their pecs.  They gave
them another jolt of ecstasy by gently biting the men's nipples, rolling
them between their teeth.  They could easily have shown mercy by letting
them cum, but instead they moved up to lick the stubbled chins, then
clamped their mouths over the men's in a passionate, tongue-searching kiss.

The two magnificent bodies were bucking, trying frantically to jerk their
cocks into an eruption of cum but, although they reached the brink of
orgasm several times, the twins were skilled enough to prevent it,
prolonging their torture of delayed release.  The brothers pulled off the
mouths and smiled softly at each other.  They knew that they could not
forestall the inevitable climax much longer without causing spontaneous
orgasms.

Bob glanced painfully at Randy who pleaded their case.  "Come on, boys, we
can't take this.  We're dying here ... we gotta cum.  My cock's fucking
aching, man, ready to explode.  Bob took over.  "I know I treated you kids
badly but this is killing us.  Whipping us would be better.  Please, stop
toying with us – make us cum."

"So," Kyle grinned mischievously.  "Are you submitting to your own boys?"

"Yeah, yeah ... I give up," Bob moaned.  The twins looked at Randy who
winced.  "Yeah, OK, you win.  Please ... make us cum."

With satisfied smiles the twins prepared for the big finish.  They each
thrust two fingers into the men's mouths that were already wet with saliva
after the kiss.  Then they reached behind to their own asses and shoved the
wet fingers inside them, lubing them well.

They got to their feet and stood astride the men – Kyle towering over
Randy and Kevin over Bob.  Slowly, in perfect unison they bent their knees,
then threw their arms back and braced their hands behind them on the bed so
their bodies were arched upward over the men.  They paused, letting the men
take in the homoerotic image of the two lithe, tanned young bodies
stretched over them, the perfect white globes of their asses inches from
the tip of their cocks.

Slowly each boy lowered his hips over his man until the head of his cock
slid between the ass cheeks, touched the warm hole ... and they stopped."

"No," Randy yelled, burning with lust.  "I wanna be inside you, boy.  I
wanna fuck you.  Please, kid.  Fuck my cock ... fuck it."

Another pause, then suddenly, swiftly the boys lowered their asses all the
way down on the cocks, sat on the pubic hair, then instantly pulled all the
way off.  "Aaagh!" the men howled, pushing their hips up high in a
desperate need for their cocks to touch the asses, always just out of
reach.

"Don't do this, please, Kevin," Bob pleaded.  "I have to cum.  I gotta cum
in your ass."

But again the twins, in a lightning move, sat all the way down on the
cocks, then bounced back up.  The men were howling in frustration and Kevin
asked gravely.  "Sir, we just need to ask one thing.  When you were keeping
your distance from us, sir ... it wasn't because you don't love us as much
anymore, was it?"

"No, boys, no.  I swear to you, I love you more than ever.  I love you
...!"

"That's all we needed to know," said Kyle."  One last time they sat down
heavily on the ramrod cocks, felt them drive in deeper and deeper until
they were impaled on the long poles.  They clenched their ass muscles round
them, heard the men screaming, saw their rugged faces thrash from side to
side ...  and felt hot sperm blasting deep inside the cauldron of their
asses.

The twins pointed their own cocks at the men and shot jets of sweet juice
at their faces, their necks and heaving chests.  Then they turned and
kissed each other while the men kept pumping into them the pent-up semen
that had been straining for so long to erupt.  Finally the boys raised up,
felt the spent cocks slide out of their asses, and they leaned forward to
release the bound wrists.  They stood up over the sweat-soaked, naked
bodybuilders.

Bob wiped the semen from his eyes, gazed up at them and said softly.  "I'm
so sorry, guys.  I promise I'll never neglect you again.  I love you ... do
you forgive me?"

The brothers smiled broadly and Kevin said, "There's nothing to forgive,
sir.  To tell the truth, there never was.  We tortured you like that not as
punishment but just because we knew you would look so damned hot –
better than any fantasy we could dream up.

Randy grinned, "Damn, you guys sure know how to torture a man's dick –
worse than anything Zack can dish out with his fists and his whip.  OK, so
now you three have kissed and made up, tell you what.  Our shower holds
four – bit of a squeeze but all the better – then we'll finish off
the brandy and that food you made.  Then bed – and maybe in the morning
we can get our own back on you boys.  But let me make one thing clear.
From now on we're the masters – and you young punks are the boys, OK?"

"Absolutely, sir," they said on unison.  "You're the bosses."

Bob and Randy grinned at each other.  The bosses?  They were not so sure
about that.

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

The weekend was approaching, when Mark would not be working.  He was eager
to hit the road with Jamie so they decided to leave on Friday evening as
soon as Mark got home from work.

After Mark's intense act of contrition, letting Jamie handcuff him to the
bed and fuck him, Jamie had relaxed, seemingly accepting that Mark still
loved him as much as ever.  But Mark had been startled by the boy's intense
reaction to his neglect of him.  Jamie had reverted back to the insecure
boy he had once been, always scared that Mark would leave him.  Mark had
thought they had long ago put to rest Jamie's fears and lack of
self-esteem.  Their dramatic role-reversal sex had gone some way to
reassure the boy, but Mark wasn't sure how to proceed now.

So he sought help from Dr. Steve.

Mark and Steve went back a long way when, as a rookie cop, Mark had been
referred to him to resolve anger-management issues.  More recently Mark had
introduced Steve first to Randy then other members of the tribe, so by now
the cop and the doctor were old friends.

Steve listened intently to Mark's story and when it was over he sat back in
his chair and said, "Of course, when you, Bob and Randy acknowledged your
three-way attraction, anxiety was inevitable in your respective boys, who
felt left out.  You behaved badly toward Jamie, but you're right, his
reaction was out of proportion and indicates a residual deep-seated
insecurity.  I don't doubt the depth of your love for the boy.  But Jamie's
love for you is more complicated.

"The problem is that you are so damned gorgeous it's enough to make anyone
feel insecure.  You could have anyone and Jamie can't believe you chose
him.  So deep down he's scared to love you absolutely, to give himself to
you totally, in case he gets hurt if you ever leave him.  He remembers that
time you nearly rejected him over his drug use, and he thought it was
happening again this time.

"So here's my prescription.  Jamie fell in love with you once ... and he
has to do it again.  He has to feel that first flush of passion that is
always so intense and – here's the hard part – to accept it and know
that it will last.  He needs to know you love each other so much that you
will never hurt each other.

"As I recall, you both began to fall in love when you took Jamie on that
trip to the dunes just after he came to the house.  And you're about to
take him there again.  So do it again.  Let him fall in love with you all
over again."  Mark smiled, recalling that first trip that seemed so long
ago.

"And when you get back," Steve continued, "I want you to bring Jamie to the
house for dinner with Lloyd and me.  But I don't want it to be three men
and a boy.  That could make him feel insecure.  He's well on his way to
manhood, after all, so I want it to be four men getting off on each other.
For that reason, tell him not to call anyone `sir' the whole evening.  He
can use our names, or `buddy', `man' – anything but `sir'."  Steve
grinned.  "You got all that, officer?"

Mark hugged him.  "Thanks, man, you are one hell of a shrink ..." he felt
Steve's hard muscles rippling under his shirt ... "and a hell of a stud
too.  I'm gonna look forward to that dinner."

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

Late Friday evening Mark and Jamie were driving north up Pacific Coast
Highway, having made a late start as Mark's shift had run into overtime.

They had received a raucous send-off by the whole house, especially the
boys who gathered round Jamie in a show of support.  Everyone, of course,
knew the issues between the cop and his boy (nothing like that could ever
stay private for long in that house) and the boys, as always, circled the
wagons protectively round one of their `band of brothers' as Darius dubbed
them.

Mark was wearing the black, ribbed tank top he knew turned Jamie on so much
as it showed off the tanned muscles of his torso to perfection.  Jamie was
in his usual surfer trunks and faded blue tank.  But half an hour into the
drive there was still a tentative silence in the truck, broken only by
occasional platitudes like, "Jeez, you boys sure are real supportive of
each other."

"Yes, sir," Jamie replied.  "We have our ups and downs but when one of us
is in trouble all the others rally round him."

"And you think you were in trouble, Jamie?" Mark asked gently.

"I thought so at the time, sir."  Another long uneasy silence now that the
topic had been raised.  They both had a sense that this trip was a
reaffirmation and a repairing of their relationship and knew there were
still potential pitfalls in their path.  In fact Jamie fell into one of
them as soon as he broke the silence.  "Sir, like ... well, that sex we had
we had the other day ... was that a mercy fuck, sir, just to make me feel
better?"

Jamie saw Mark wince as a shadow of pain crossed his face, and he
immediately regretted his question.  But it had been said and hung
oppressively in the air.  Mark replied simply, "No, Jamie, it was not a
mercy fuck.  I don't do mercy fucks."

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it.  It's just that I ..."  Words failed him
and Mark jumped in.

"Jamie, I wish you could really accept that I love you and will never leave
you.  Look, I loved what we did in bed – me getting fucked by my
beautiful boy – but it's not just the sex.  I respect and admire you,
Jamie.  Look at how far you've come since that first day you and your
homophobic skinhead buddy tried to beat up Pablo.  Now you're a respected
senior boy, in charge of the company's business office – and my boy.  I
just wish you could let yourself love me as totally as I love you, Jamie."

"I do, sir, I really do.  I worship you, I try to be like you, and you
don't know how many times in the day I jerk off thinking about you."  Jamie
frowned.  "But all that scares me – giving myself completely to another
man.  All my life I've never really committed to anything.  I felt like
dying that time you found me doing drugs and got so angry you said I wasn't
your boy anymore.  It could happen again.  I mean, I try to be good for
you, but what if I make another mistake?"

Mark winced again.  "Jamie, I was so wrong then.  I should have helped you
but I let my anger and disappointment take over.  But I never stopped
loving you and I came looking for you and asked you to forgive me."  A
smile came to his face.  "I think I've loved you ever since that first trip
we took up here on the motorcycle.  Remember that?"

"Of course, sir.  I remember every detail – and I remember falling in
love with you, sir, even though I resisted it like hell.  I remember the
exact moment."

Jamie reached over and wedged his hand in the warmth between Mark's thighs.
Mark sighed deeply and remembered Steve's advice word for word.  `As I
recall, you both started to fall in love when you took him on that trip to
the dunes ...  And you're about to take him there again.  So do it again.
Let him fall in love with you all over again.'

It gave Mark an idea.  "Hey, kiddo, we're only about halfway there and I'm
feeling real bushed – too tired to drive actually.  It was a tough day
on patrol – the overtime and all – and we got such a late start.  So
I was thinking – would it be OK with you if we pulled over at the next
motel and slept there tonight?  We can leave really early, at dawn if you
like, get a good breakfast, and we'll reach the shack in the dunes ready
for a swim and the rest of the day.  What do you say?"

Jamie squeezed Mark's leg.  "Let's do it, sir.  I don't care where I sleep
as long as it's with you.  And I sure want you nice and rested tomorrow..."
he grinned lustfully "... ready for anything."

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

A mile or two further on the highway went up a hill and veered a bit
further away from the beach.  They saw on the left, in the small space
between the highway and the cliff, the flickering lights of an old, modest
motel.  It's a wonder it was still there at all, Mark thought.  It would
soon be demolished in favor of a big new hotel development in this prime
spot with its spectacular ocean view.  He pulled off the highway onto the
bumpy lane leading to the motel.

At this late hour the only person around was the half-asleep desk clerk, a
youngish woman with big tits who looked a little the worse for wear.  Her
eyes widened as they ran over the two spectacularly handsome men – the
younger meeting her gaze with a mischievous grin.

They were given an ocean-view room and as soon as they went in Mark
realized just how tired he was.  It wasn't just his grueling workday, it
was the emotion of the last few days, and now that he allowed himself to
relax, his tension drained away to exhaustion.

"I really am beat, kiddo," he yawned.  "I'm gonna hit the sack right away
if that's OK."

"Of course, sir."  Jamie watched in awe as Mark pulled off his black tank
top, kicked off his boots and stretched with another yawn.  Stripped down
to beltless blue-jeans his magnificent torso gleamed in the dim light of
the room.  As he stretched upward, the top of his white boxers showed above
the waistband of his jeans, setting off his tight waist and washboard abs.

He pulled off his jeans and fell on the bed, stretching out on his back,
naked except for the white boxers that clung to his waist and thighs.
Jamie's impulse was to jump in beside him but he wanted a little time alone
to think so he said.  "Sir, it's such a hot night that, if you say it's OK,
I think I'll sit on the porch awhile and admire the full moon.  I got some
thinking to do."

"Of course, Jamie," Mark smiled.  "And when you're ready I'll be right
here.  I'm not going anywhere."

Jamie left the room and closed the door quietly behind him.  He went to the
truck and pulled out one of the beers they had brought.  There was a
verandah running along the front of the hotel and he sat down in one of the
Adirondack chairs and took a long drink.  He wiped the back of his hand
across his mouth and settled back in his chair looking out over the ocean,
a rippling mix of brown and silver with the bright moon gleaming across it.

It was one of those Southern California nights when the intense heat of the
day barely diminishes at night, which always made Jamie feel sexy,
especially now as he imagined the handsome police officer lying near-naked
in the room behind him.  His cock got hard as it always did when he thought
of Mark, and he asked himself for the umpteenth time why he couldn't shed
his fears and embrace the fact that Mark loved him and would not leave him.

Deep down he knew it was because he couldn't allow himself to love Mark
enough.  There was always that impediment, that niggling fear that held him
back.  Maybe it was the insecure life he had led before that made him
suspicious of unleashed emotion, afraid to commit to anything.  He wanted
to clear his mind of all that as easily as clearing his throat, but ... but
..."

"Hey handsome.  I'm off work now.  Want some company?"  It was the blousy
desk clerk giving him a lecherous grin.

"Thanks, doll," Jamie chuckled, "but I'm so damn bushed I don't think I
could get it up.  No reflection on you, though."

"OK, sugar," she said cheerfully.  "But if you change your mind I'm in the
room at the end.  I'd make it worth your while."

I doubt that, Jamie smiled to himself as she walked away.  The only one he
wanted, that he ever wanted now, was fast asleep in his room.  He chuckled
again, remembering how on that first trip he was still the young stud, the
ladies' man, or so he thought until he tried to bed the waitress and
realized to his horror he couldn't get an erection.

He had slunk back to the room he shared with Mark and gloomily confessed,
guy to guy, what had happened.  Mark had laughed it off – "happens to
everyone, man" – but Jamie never dreamed at that moment that his failure
with the waitress had anything to do with Mark.

Sure, he was an incredibly hot guy, a guy Jamie had looked on as a babe
magnet, with women clamoring for him.  But he felt only admiration for the
macho cop, certainly nothing sexual.  He had never thought of a man in that
way, not for an instant.  The mere thought disgusted him, which is why he
and his skinhead buddy had once called Pablo faggot and tried to beat him
up.

Anyway, after Jamie's gloomy confession Mark had gone to sleep and Jamie
had gone to wash up in the bathroom.  Through a crack in the bathroom door
he had glimpsed Mark sprawled naked on the bed – and that was the moment
he had fallen in love for the first time in his life.

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

That memory so clearly etched in his mind had made him uneasy.  He drained
his beer and went back into the room quietly so as not to wake Mark.  He
went into the bathroom to take a leak before bed, closing the door gently
behind him.  He took off his clothes, brushed his teeth and stared at
himself naked in the mirror.  Yeah, actually, he was pretty hot looking as
Mark always said, with his muscular body, golden tan and handsome features.
A bit too much of a boy, maybe – one reason he was scared Mark would get
tired of him.

He opened the bathroom door a crack ... and stopped in awe.  There he was
again, just as Jamie had seen him that night long ago.  In the warm room
Mark was lying asleep on top of the sheets in just his white boxers.  A
bright moon shone through the louvered blinds casting a striped shadow over
the muscular bodybuilder, his tanned skin shiny with a film of sweat.

Jamie remembered it all, how he stood frozen to the spot as he did now,
mesmerized by the sight of this muscular cop lying asleep, naked except for
his shorts, his cock bulging underneath.  Now, as before, he seemed to be
dreaming as his handsome face tossed occasionally, tousled blond hair
falling over his forehead.  His hand was resting on his chest and, as he
dreamed, it slid slowly downward over his ripped eight-pack abs over the
waistband of his shorts, and came to rest on the bulge in his shorts.

Once again Jamie's thoughts, his very reason, yielded to purely sensual
impulses.  He began to stroke his cock as he had that first time, gazing at
the vision of a Greek God dreaming the dreams of a mortal.  He remembered
how his own lust had built then, but how he had fought against it, repelled
by his own feelings and denying any hint of a sexual attraction.

But it was different now.  Jamie had long since acknowledged his love for
the man on the bed and knew he was loved in return.  This man who was
lusted after by many, who could have anyone he chose, man or woman, had
chosen him, Jamie.  It still felt too good to be true ... and that thought
hit him between the eyes.

Was he, after all, so different from the proud young stud who had resisted
his feelings for Mark, that first night, stroking his cock but scared of
admitting his sexual feelings for the man?  He knew now that that was the
moment he had fallen in love, but back then he had fought against it.  And
he realized he was still fighting!  There was that mental block, the
inability to commit all the way and to trust that Mark would never leave
him.

He watched as Mark reached out to his side in his sleep and stroked the
sheets with his free hand while the other tightened round his cock.  Jamie
knew he was reaching for him, his boy.  This beautiful man was dreaming of
him ... he wanted him, needed him.

And in that moment Jamie fell in love with him all over again –
completely, mind and body.  He had been such a fool before, a quivering boy
who hadn't dared to love – at least not the kind of real love that melts
two souls together in a bond of absolute trust.  But that was the love he
felt now.  It was a revelation – like a flashlight suddenly shining on
the truth in the corner of a dark room.  Of course Mark loved him – of
course he would never abandon him – and of course Jamie would commit to
him with every fiber of his being.

The sudden realization ran though Jamie like a bolt of lightning.  His
heart leapt, he pounded his cock in exhilaration ... and shot a massive
load all over the bathroom door, stream after stream of juice pouring down
the door onto the floor.

He had had the biggest orgasm of his life that first time, the time he had
fallen in love.  And now it was happening again as he had fallen in love
for a second time.  Only this time it was the passion not of a fearful boy
but of a jubilant young man who was ready to take his rightful place at the
side of the man he loved.

This catharsis left him drained and sobbing with joy.  He stumbled from the
room and fell on the bed beside his lover, still sobbing uncontrollably.
Stirring in his sleep Mark reached out and pulled the naked boy against
him, folding his arms round him and pulling his face onto his chest.  He
was dimly aware of tears dripping down onto his chest and murmured, "That's
OK, boy.  Everything's OK now.  I've got you."

And Jamie knew it was true.  His tears stopped flowing and he smiled.  That
first time he had grabbed a towel, frantically cleaned the cum off the door
and bathroom floor and guiltily flung the towel out of the window.  No need
this time.  No need of doubt or fear ever again.  He was safe in Mark's
arms where he belonged.

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

It was only starting to get light the next morning when Mark felt a tugging
at the sheets.  Drowsily he groaned, "What's up?"  Jamie was up and
dressed.  Throughout the night Mark had slept like a log and normally Jamie
would have waited for him to wake and would have rolled over to get fucked.
But he realized that many of the times he waited to get fucked he had been
waiting for proof that Mark still loved him.

This was a new Jamie.  Oh, he wanted to get fucked by Mark alright, but as
one man giving his ass to another, not a boy waiting in silent
subservience.  Mark went to the bathroom to splash water in his face and
said, "Hey, kiddo, what's all this dried cum everywhere?"

"Yup, that's me, sir.  I told you I knew the moment I fell in love with you
on that first trip, when I jerked off looking at you naked on the bed.
Well, sir, I did it again – jerked off looking at you and ... and I fell
in love with you all over again, but for real this time.  Oh, I'm still
your boy, sir, but I'm your man too.  The new Jamie is dying to get fucked
by you, but let's wait `til we get to the dunes.  Let's get out of this
place, sir.  I'm hungry."

Mark was amazed and exhilarated by the change in Jamie.  It was what he had
always wanted, an assertive young man growing into full manhood, to share
his life with him as well as his bed.  Jamie wanting to wait to get fucked?
That was new.  Mark had fallen into the ritual of fucking him with
clockwork regularity, fearing that anything less would increase the boy's
insecurities.  But now – could it be – these insecurities were gone?

Over breakfast at a coffee shop Jamie explained with sparkling eyes his
experience of the night before and Mark laughed with delight, seeing his
boy through new eyes.  Jamie had suddenly grown in stature overnight and,
rather than master and boy, this felt like two regular buddies sharing
their sexual exploits.  Their relationship was maturing just as Mark had
hoped it would.

At Jamie's urging they hit the road and were soon bouncing over the sandy
track in the dunes to their shack – Jamie's shack actually, which Mark
had given him as a first step to boosting his self-confidence, a move that
finally seemed to be paying off.  They quickly hauled their gear out of the
truck and dumped it in a heap inside.

"Swim," said Mark.  "Surf," ginned Jamie.  They stripped off their clothes,
faced each other naked, and came together in a hungry embrace, grinding
their mouths together in a passionate guy-to-guy kiss. Then Mark held Jamie
at arm's length and smiled, "I love you, man."

"Thank you, sir," Jamie smiled back.  "I gotta wax up the boards."  Jamie
had loaded three surfboards in the back of the truck and he now pulled two
of them off and began waxing them.  Mark watched the naked young buck, his
muscles rippling as he worked.  He was overcome with lust but they were
working to Jamie's timetable now so he had to be patient.  He whirled
round, raced down the beach and hurled himself into an oncoming wave.

He swam out strongly, then turned and trod water, gazing at the tall,
tanned figure in the distance – his boy – his man.  It was an iconic
image of the bronzed young Southern California surfer waxing his board, and
Mark's cock was stiff under the water.  God, he wanted him ... he couldn't
wait much longer ... so he struck out for the shore with long powerful
strokes.

Jamie looked up from his task and saw Mark swimming toward the beach.  He
gained his footing and strode through the waves, his magnificent naked body
gleaming in the sun, muscles glistening as water poured off him.  Jamie was
longing for him, but thought he would tease him just a bit longer.  He
tucked a board under each arm, ran down to the water's edge and tossed the
boards into the surf.

"Hey," Jamie yelled as Mark approached.  "You look terrific."  Jamie
reached forward, clamped his hand behind Mark's head, pulled it forward and
gave him a savage kiss.  It was a gesture he would never have dared before
and it excited Mark so much he almost busted a load.  He was about to throw
him to the ground when Jamie shouted, "Race you out!"  He threw himself
flat on his board and paddled strongly through the waves.

Mark followed and soon they were both sitting astride their boards waiting
for the next good set of waves.  When it came Jamie leapt skillfully to his
feet on his board, and Mark did the same, though rather less adroitly.
Jamie was the master here, the master surfer, and as Mark balanced on his
board and the wave carried them in he gazed at his boy a little ahead of
him.

Jamie was in his element, riding the wave with the strength and grace of a
dancer.  Tall, naked, the white mounds of his ass were accentuated by his
sharp tan lines.  His outstretched arms moved rhythmically for balance, his
thigh muscles rippled as he elegantly twisted the board beneath him, his
blond hair streamed behind him, his beautiful face gleaming with spray and
a smile of supreme confidence.  He was perfect – the lord of the ocean.

Mark could take no more of this.  He hadn't fucked Jamie since they left
home yesterday and now he was looking at the gloriously self-assured young
man who had suddenly emerged from the chrysalis of boyhood, spread his
wings and become a man.  Mark tried to catch up with him but he was always
a little out of reach, spurring Mark's desire and frustration.

After a perfect ride Jamie glided to a stop in shallow water and stood on
his board, swaying slightly to keep his balance.  A little behind him Mark
had sunk into the waves and now ran toward his boy in a frenzy of
frustration and thwarted lust.  At the water's edge he flung himself
forward onto Jamie's back and pushed him face down on his board.  Winded,
Jamie lay on his stomach and felt his splayed arms pinned in the wet sand.

"Now, you're mine, stud," Mark growled.  "You may be a man, but you're my
man.  I'm still the master and I can do what I want with you ..."  His
voice rose to a shout.  "... and what I want right now is to – fuck –
your – ass!"  He looked down at the white globes rising up out of the
shallow water.  He freed one hand and ran his wet fingers round the hole to
free it of any sand, then splashed water on his cock for the same reason.

"You're the perfect man for me," Mark said as the waves hissed around them.
"And this is the perfect ass."

"Aaaagh!"  It was part sigh, part scream as Jamie felt his master's stiff
rod sliding inside him.  Pressing his chest down on his board he raised his
hips up so his ass rose higher out of the water to meet the cock as it
penetrated him.  But Mark pressed his hands on the small of Jamie's back,
pinning him to the board as he increased the tempo and drove his cock into
the surfer's ass like a piston.

"You feel that?" Mark panted.  "That's you master's rod in your ass where
it belongs.  Man or boy you're still gonna get your ass fucked every day
... and all day if we feel like it.  There's nothing like fucking the ass
of a real hot man.  And yours, Jamie, is the best."

With his face pressed against the board Jamie was groaning in ecstasy as
the cop ramrodded his ass.  He imagined what they must look like – two
naked men in the surf, the muscle-god cop pounding the ass of the athletic
young surfer.  He moaned, "Please sir, I want to look at you."

In one skillful move Mark flipped Jamie off the board, over onto his back
in the shallow, foaming water, still fucking him all the time.  He pulled
Jamie's legs over his shoulders, leaned forward and again pinned his wrists
into the wet sand.  "So, you've become a man at last, eh?  OK, well you can
take this like a man."

"Yes, sir.  Fuck me, man.  Ream my ass."

The fuck was hard and deep, and different from anything they had felt
before.  No longer an act of master on boy, this was two men, two beautiful
alpha males testing each other's manhood.  As Mark looked down at the
handsome face it was transformed from a callow youth to the face of a
strong, determined young athlete, a challenge for Mark that empowered him.

"Shit damn, you are fucking gorgeous man, and you're mine, that ass is mine
and I'm – gonna – fucking – pound – it."  His cock became a
jackhammer, pile-driving into the young jock's ass, and the onslaught only
toughened Jamie, made him want more.

"Come on, man, that all you got?  Let me feel that rod inside me.  You are
so fucking gorgeous – that face, that body.  Shit your cock feels great.
I love you, man, and I know you love me more than ever.  So show me
... show me how you treat your man."

Mark had never felt this hot for Jamie.  He lost all restraint as he pulled
back, then drove his long pole deep into his man's ass, again and again,
each time passing over the inner sphincter and slamming into the furnace of
the deepest chamber.  "I fucking love you, man.  This is us, stud, from now
on ... this is how I work my man."

The tide was coming in and the water was rising, with stronger waves
breaking against them.  The water would hiss back out, then gather strength
and crash over them as they fucked like demons.  Their bodies became a blur
of rippling muscles in the spray, water pouring over them, but they had
eyes only for each other.  It was truly a spiritual union of two virile
males making love in the waves as if for the first time.

At last Mark shouted, "OK, stud, you wanna know how I treat my man ... like
this!"  He became a machine, a ferocious jackhammer pounding faster and
faster and Jamie was screaming, "I love you ... I love you ... aaagh...!"

Jamie's cock erupted in a massive blast of semen.  His ass spasmed and
clenched round the steel-hard cock of his master who howled above the noise
of the waves, "I'm cumming, man ... I'm cumming inside you ... I love you,
Jamie ..."

As his cock exploded in the deepest chamber of Jamie's ass a strong wave
broke over them and knocked them sideways.  Locked together they rolled
over in the water, gasping, yelling ... and still pouring out the juice of
their passion that rose to the surface in ribbons of creamy white that were
carried away on the tide.

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

A full ten minutes later they still lay locked in each other's arms.  They
had been washed up on the beach like so much flotsam, their hearts
pounding, breath heaving.  They looked into each other's eyes, kissed,
licked, sighed and steadily grew calm.

It was Jamie, again, who took the lead.  "The boards," he said suddenly and
jumped to his feet.  He ran into the surf and managed to grab the
surfboards that had luckily been washed only a short distance away.  Lying
on his back Mark propped himself on his elbows and watched the handsome
young jock drag the boards ashore.

Suddenly, "Look!"  Jamie was shading his eyes with one hand and pointing
down the beach with the other.  "Three guys coming along the beach
... looks like Bob and the twins.  They must have just arrived at Zack's
shack."

Mark squinted in the direction Jamie was pointing and said, "You're right,
Jamie.  This should make life interesting."

Jamie laughed.  "It sure will.  You could say the plot thickens, eh sir?"

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 249

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