Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2014 02:30:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 201  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 201
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  Mark, the cop, wants his boy Jamie, the laid-back surfer, to get more
aggressive.  So Jamie does – first with his friend Mario.  "Jamie was
in total command, pinning the young Italian to the ground, his athletic
body writhing beneath him." Then he works on Mark.  "The muscle-cop
lay bound and naked, at the mercy of his own boy." But then Jamie's
leadership is tested in the dangerous riptides of the ocean.

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

Chapter 201 – "Jamie – Mark's Man-Boy"

With the amazing help of Doctor Steve, Pablo had taken a few more steps on
the road to becoming a man, the senior boy he had always boasted of being,
without much justification given his immaturity.  Darius had recently taken
similar steps to manhood, having brought order to the chaos of the boys'
fight, where he had exhibited all the signs of leadership.

Mark, the authoritative cop, not unnaturally, wanted to nudge his boy Jamie
in the same direction.  Jamie was the third of the most senior boys but he
was still content just being a laid-back young surfer – California
mellow.  Mark encouraged Jamie's friendship with Mario, the sophisticated,
self-assured Italian boy, but he wanted Jamie to shed his remaining
insecurities, to assert himself and assume his rightful place as one of the
senior in-charge boys.

With this in mind, Mark had proposed a trip to the same Guadalupe dunes
where Bob and Zack had recently indulged in their macho sex games.  Some
time ago Mark had made a gift of his own shack up there to Jamie, and now
he made clear that Jamie would be the host to him and Mario.  And so, a few
days later, they had loaded the rowboat onto Mark's big truck along with
their surfboards and the rest of their gear and were driving north along
the coast.

Easing Jamie into a leadership role right away Mark had pleaded exhaustion
after back-to-back shifts and asked Jamie to drive.  So now Jamie sat
proudly behind the wheel of the big truck, with Mario beside him.  The cop
was content to doze in the passenger seat, listening with amusement to the
boys' surfer talk.  And on the subject of water and waves Jamie was
literally in his element, a real expert, and naturally assumed the role of
guide and mentor.

Mark knew that Jamie had the makings of leadership in him because he had
seen him become a different boy in settings where he considered himself an
expert, such as now, authoritatively teaching Mario some of the finer
techniques in surfing.  Mark had admired him too in the office at home
where, as Bob's assistant and with his patient guidance, the boy had
learned quickly.

Bob and Mark had smiled to each other as they watched Jamie going over the
construction company's budget with the boss, Randy.  "No, sir," Jamie had
said firmly, "you're wrong there.  It can't be done under the current
budget ... we'd have to transfer funds from one of the other projects
otherwise we'd be going into deficit."  (Randy had taken instruction from
Jamie well, Bob had been pleased to note.  One thing about Randy, he
admired firmness and efficiency, especially in a boy.)

All this drifted through Mark's mind as he listened to Jamie with his eyes
half closed, the strength and authority in Jamie's voice making the cop's
cock hard in his jeans.  Mark always loved the way the boy obediently
offered his gorgeous ass to him every evening, but this commanding tone
made him extra hot.

Mario listened attentively, occasionally asking a question for
clarification, but from time to time he glanced quickly at Mark and smiled.
Through his half-closed eyes Mark saw Mario's look and acknowledged it with
a soft smile of his own.  It was at moments like this that he realized how
much Mario understood of Mark's goals for Jamie.

Mark had not discussed his plan with Mario – that would have been too
much like a conspiracy – but Mario had come to know Jamie and Mark
intimately and was well aware of the dynamic between the master and his
boy.  The handsome young Italian had huge respect (and usually a hard-on)
for the gorgeous cop, and had developed a strong affinity to Jamie –
almost like a brother, though they came from totally different backgrounds
– the blond Southern California surfer and the dark, sophisticated
Italian from Tuscany.  Actually, lovers would have been more accurate than
brothers, as sex between them was sensational.

The thought of Jamie becoming more dominant turned Mario on too, but of
course he knew better than to intervene in Mark's plans.  He would stay in
the background and help out only when called upon.  He was quite sure that
the cop could handle it – as he handled everything.

And so, heading north, Jamie talked, Mario listened – and Mark slept.

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

"Sir, we're here."  Mark woke from a dream-filled sleep, shook his head and
found himself looking through the window at Jamie standing by the truck
with a beaming smile.  "You slept most of the way, sir."  Mark yawned and
stretched.  He was wearing the black tank top that turned Jamie on so much
and now his muscles rippled under it.  "OK, kiddo," he said.  "Thanks for
doing the driving – now let me help you boys unload the gear."

"Absolutely not, sir," Jamie insisted.  "Me and Mario can handle all that.
Don't forget – you're my guest this trip so why don't you finish your
nap on the patio?"

"Aye-aye, captain ... if you insist."

"I do, sir," Jamie grinned.  So, while he and Mario went about unloading
the rowboat, jamming their surfboards upright in the soft sand and carrying
the rest of their stuff into the shack, Mark stood on the patio, pulled the
tank off over his head and stretched again, his glorious body gleaming in
the sunlight.  Watching from the truck with Jamie Mario said, "I hate it
when he does that.  Gives me a roaring hard-on and I want to jack off all
over him."

"Maybe later," Jamie laughed.  Mark sprawled in a large wicker chair on the
deck, shirtless and barefoot in just his old cargo shorts.  He shoved a
pillow behind his head and closed his eyes.  The boys came back to the
shack and gazed down at him.  A grin came to the cop's handsome face and he
opened one eye.  "What are you two looking at?" he asked drowsily.

"Oh, nothing, sir," Jamie blurted out, but Mario was not so bashful.
"Actually, sir, we were looking at you – with boners in our surf trunks.
But don't worry – we'll leave you in peace.  We're gonna walk into town
and shop for groceries and all the stuff we need."

"Nah," Mark said, "don't worry about that, kids.  I'll take care of that
after my nap.  Why don't you go away and play – maybe find a way to take
care of those bulges in your shorts?"  And he closed his eyes again.

Jamie grinned at Mario.  "OK, dude, let's do as the man says, eh?"

***************** Jamie pulled off his loose tank top and Mario his
T-shirt.  Jamie grabbed a blanket from the shack, threw his arm over
Mario's shoulder and they walked together over the dunes, barefoot in just
their board-shorts.  Maybe it was the feel of the hot sun on their backs or
the warm sand between their toes ... maybe it was the excitement of just
being together in this wild and beautiful place ... or most likely it was
the image of the gorgeous cop lying near-naked on the patio ...  It was
probably a combination of all this that made their cocks stay hard and
their bodies tingle with anticipation.

They reached a sun-baked hollow in the dunes, where the only sounds were
the seagulls overhead, the breeze whispering through the dune grass and the
distant hiss of waves washing ashore.  This was the place.  Jamie shook the
blanket and spread it on the sand.  He threw himself down on it on his back
and spread-eagled his arms and legs in blatant invitation.

Mario gazed down at the beautiful young surfer and flashed a gleaming
smile.  "Sei così bello, mi amico," he breathed, loosening the
drawstring of his trunks, letting them drop and letting his rock-hard cock
spring free.  Jamie wriggled his butt against the warm blanket, reveling in
the thought of the hot young Italian's cock inside it.  But Mario had other
ideas.

"Give me your hand, amico," Mario said, reaching down.  Their hands locked
and Mario pulled Jamie to his feet.  He smiled into Jamie's surprised blue
eyes and said, "Not this time, my friend.  This time you are in charge,
remember?  It is what Mark wants ..." he kissed Jamie lightly on the lips
"... and what I want too – very much."

Mario fell onto his back on the blanket just as Jamie had done and now it
was Jamie's turn to stare down at the dark, muscular Italian lying naked,
propped up on his elbows.  "Dude," Jamie grinned, "talk of `belo'!  That's
about as `belo' as it comes.  He unlaced his board shorts, let them drop
and stepped out of them.  He was suddenly charged with a surge of
testosterone as he gazed down at the naked Italian – offering himself –
waiting.

Jamie dropped to his knees and asked, "Do you really want it, buddy?"

"Jamie, mostly I fuck your gorgeous ass, and even when you do fuck me it's
gently.  I've seen you in many moods, amico, but never rough.  Give it to
me, Jamie."

Another jolt of testosterone gripped Jamie; he pushed Mario's legs back and
spat on his butt hole.  The sight of the handsome, masculine young Italian
added more fuel to the fire consuming Jamie and his jaw clenched as he
drove his cock inside his ass.  He fell forward and gripped Mario's wrists
above his head, staring down at him.  "So – you want it rough?  You got
it, man."  His muscles flexed as he pulled his hips back, then again
slammed his cock in hard and deep, drawing a loud gasp from Mario.

Despite the ache in his ass Mario was mesmerized by the change in Jamie.
No longer the laid-back, boyish surfer-dude, his classic features were set
in a look of rugged determination.  His tousled blond hair still flopped
over his face but his blue eyes pierced Mario's like lasers as his cock
gathered speed until it was a pile-driver in his ass.  "Man, your ass has
never felt this good," Jamie growled.  "This what you want, boy?"

"Yes, sir ... please ... your cock feels so good in my ass ... Aaah..." He
groaned as the piston drove in even deeper.  Jamie had never felt quite
like this – empowered, in total command, with the Italian pinned to the
ground, his prisoner, his athletic body writhing beneath him as Jamie
pounded his ass.  And suddenly he knew how Mark felt when he fucked him
just like this.  He remembered how Mark tamed his ass every evening.  Mark
was a master fuck and now Jamie copied him.

The ferocious fuck slowed and Jamie's cock began to caress the tender
membrane of Mario's ass with long deep strokes, sending Mario into flights
of euphoria, his head twisting from side to side.  But just when he was
lulled into a state of bliss Jamie picked up the tempo and soon his rod was
driving into Mario's ass even deeper than before.  Alternating between a
savage pounding and a gentle massage of his captive's ass, Jamie was
playing with him, like a cat plays with its helpless prey.

Jamie had learned from Mark that being in command meant more than just a
raw, savage fuck.  Controlling a man meant keeping him on edge, oscillating
between pain and pleasure, never knowing what would come next.  And Mario
was learning that Jamie was capable of this ... he had the makings of a
true top-man, just like his master.  Jamie was on fire, his eyes blazing as
he skillfully worked his friend's ass.  "Man, your ass is perfect," he
panted, "and it's mine.  "This time I own it – understand?"

"Capisco," Mario said, reverting to Italian in his delirium.  "Tu sei il
migliore – you are the best."  He was looking up at a man, not a boy,
and he moaned, "Fuck me, sir ... my ass is yours."

And so it continued under the blazing sun as the seagulls swooped and
screamed overhead.  From that far up the perspective would have been of two
small naked figures far below, moving in unison, one atop the other, alone
in the emptiness of the dunes.  A closer view revealed a tanned, blond
surfer, his hard rod hammering the ass of a handsome, dark-haired boy, both
of them moaning in the joy of sexual conquest and submission.

Jamie was reaching the pinnacle of passion and as his savage fuck slowed
once more to a tender caress he grinned down at Mario.  "Now you're gonna
do what I tell you, dude, `cause I'm the boss."  Mario gazed up in
surrender.  "Anything you tell me, Jamie.  Anything."

Jamie took another leaf out of Mark's playbook.  "I wanna see you shoot a
load for me, boy, without touching your cock.  Maybe this'll help..."  He
pulled his cock slowly back up Mario's chute and all the way out, then
paused with its head resting on the warm hole.  Mario gazed up at the
strong, masculine features – the clenched jaw, strong cheek bones,
tangled blond hair ... and that flawless sun-tanned physique.  Gripped in
the vise of Jamie's hands over his wrists Mario held his breath – and
waited.

Jamie's eyes flashed as he said, "Here it comes, boy..."  His hips slammed
forward and his cock plunged into the hot ass like a jackhammer, forcing
its way over the inner sphincter and coming to rest in the fiery depths of
Mario's ass.  Mario's eyes opened wide and he screamed as his cock reared
up and blasted a ribbon of cum high in the air, then raining down on his
heaving chest.  A second stream shot even higher and splashed onto his
face.

While Mario's cock was still erupting Jamie pulled out his cock, held it
steady in his fist, felt it pulse and watched juice pour from it, mixing
with the pools of cum smothering Mario's body and face.  They both stared
in wonder and disbelief at the twin jets of semen flowing together, an
outpouring of their twin passions.

It took a while for their juice to stop flowing, their heartbeats to
subside.  Then there was stillness as they stared at each other.  It was
Jamie's mouth that crinkled first, his eyes sparkling.  Mario quickly
followed and ... they both sputtered, choked ... and erupted in peals of
laughter.  Jamie was a high-spirited boy again, after his lusty performance
as a macho stud, and impulsively he fell forward onto Mario's cum slick
body.  They rolled over the blanket in each other's arms laughing, kissing,
licking in a giddy display of youthful high spirits.

When eventually their exuberance subsided they lay back on the blanket side
by side gazing up at the sky.  "Amico," Mario said, "you were magnifico
... you looked so hot.  You are, of course, a beautiful boy, but as a
man...!  Wow, spettacoloso – almost like a young version of Mark.  Is
that how he fucks you?"

"Pretty much," Jamie grinned, pleased and flattered.  Mario turned his face
to his friend and said, "Jamie, he is going to love you like that.  I
guarantee."

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

With adrenaline still coursing through them they decided to work off their
high spirits in the ocean.  They raced each other over the dunes, down to
the water and plunged into the waves, where they gamboled and tussled like
playful young puppies.  Jamie broke away and raced off through the shallow
surf with Mario in hot pursuit.  When he caught up they turned and ran back
toward the shack, matching each other stride for stride. They detoured up
to the dunes, grabbed the cum-streaked blanket and jogged back to the
shack.  They pulled up short as they saw in the distance that Mark was
still motionless, sprawled in the wicker chair on the patio.

They approached silently and stared down in awe at the magnificent sight of
the near-naked cop, his Greek-God face tilted slightly to the side, eyes
closed, the perfectly sculpted features, lantern jaw and tangled blond hair
and the trace of a smile on his lips.  Their eyes ran down his sculpted
torso, his muscles rippling slightly, catching the sun as his chest rose
and fell evenly.  It seemed he was dreaming as the trace of a smile played
over his lips in sleep and the bulge in his shorts caught the boys' rapt
attention.

Despite their recent orgasms Jamie and Mario both had huge erections in
their shorts, inevitable as they gazed down at the stunning sight.  Jamie
pulled his cock out and nodded at Mario to do the same.  Careful to remain
silent they communicated in mute facial gestures.  Jamie looked down at
Mario's shorts ... `Come on dude, let's do it.'  Mario stared at him with a
wide-eyed question mark ... `Are you sure?'  Jamie shrugged and grinned,
urging him on ... `Sure I'm sure.'  Then he whispered, "Can't let this go
to waste, dude."

And so they did it – stroking their cocks, gazing down at the beautiful
cop.  When he moaned and stirred in his sleep his head flopped to the other
side, his muscles flexed and gleamed in the sunlight ... and that did it.
The boys pounded their cocks faster, they clenched their jaws to stifle
their shouts ... and two streams of cum splashed down on Mark's chest,
followed by others on his ripped abs and onto his face.

They saw his head shake, he waved his hand as if swatting away a fly, he
licked his lips and the bitter sweet taste of cum made him open his eyes.
It was as if he were still dreaming as he looked up through a film of cum
at two boys in board shorts, one blond, one dark, both gorgeous.  They were
holding their cocks and as full consciousness returned Mark realized what
they had just done.

"What the fuck?" he yelled, bracing his elbows on the arms of the chair,
looking down at the pools of cum on his chest and feeling it run down his
face.  "This is your fucking jism all over me.  You wait `til I..."

"No, sir!" Jamie's authoritative voice rang out.  "You wanted me to take
charge this trip, so I did.  Don't blame Mario ... he busted his load over
you `cause I told him to.  And he does just what I tell him to."

Startled, Mark stared up at Jamie and his initial anger, born of surprise,
dissipated.  There was something different about the boy – way
different.  His look, his attitude, his beaming face that rivaled the sun
in its brilliance.  It was a Jamie he had rarely seen before – and it
was a massive turn-on.

Jamie was still in charge as he decreed, "And now, sir, me and Mario are
gonna clean you up."  With a glance at Mario he knelt on the deck at one
side of Mark's chair and Mario did the same on the other side.  Mark
stirred as if to rise, but Jamie quickly grabbed Mark's discarded tank top
off the floor and used it to tie Mark's wrist to the arm of the chair.
Mario looked around, saw the T-shirt he had taken off earlier and bound
Mark's other wrist.

Jamie knew that Mark could have got free in a second so he directed a
steely gaze at him.  "Sir, we want you to remain still while we clean your
body."  Mark saw the determination in Jamie's eyes and felt an urge to obey
this man-boy.  With a sense of relief and excitement he willingly
surrendered to his boy's order and relaxed back into the chair.  Jamie
unbuttoned Mark's shorts and slid them down over his legs and off.  He and
Mario stared at the rock-hard cock that sprang free, salivating over the
naked muscle-cop bound to the chair.

Then the boys went to work on him, leaning over him and lapping up the cum
from his tanned flesh – Jamie from his chest, Mario from his washboard
abs.  They licked, slurped and kissed with increasing ardor. The cop
stirred and moaned, instinctively trying to grab his cock, but his wrists
were tied.  He was helpless, at the mercy of his boy, and the cop's
unaccustomed feeling of powerlessness was a massive turn-on.  Jamie was in
charge ... he was Jamie's prisoner ... and god, it felt good.

The boys licked the contours of Mark's torso – between the ridges of the
abs, up through the cleft between his bulging pecs, up to his cum-soaked
neck ... and up to his face.  Mark pressed his head back into the pillow
offering up his face, and felt one boy's lips kissing his eyes, while the
other boy licked cum from his mouth.  Their tongues ran over his forehead,
then his cheeks, until both of them settled on his lips.

Mark opened his eyes and looked down at two heads, the tousled blond hair
of one, the other with curly black hair, and both beautiful young faces in
profile as they kissed his mouth, forcing their tongues inside.  He
reciprocated, searching their mouths in turn with his tongue, sucking in
their breaths, moaning as he tasted the sweet essence of youthful passion.

Slowly their mouths moved off his face, back down over his neck, down to
his chest ... his nipples.  "Aaah!"  "He inhaled sharply as he felt a mouth
close over each nipple, tongues licking them gently.  He looked down and
saw the boys feeding hungrily on his chest, felt the exquisite pain as they
began to bite on them.  Again he pulled at his bound wrists, eager to press
their heads against his chest, and again he had to surrender to his boy's
control.

As they felt the chest flex hard under them the boys caught each other's
smiling eyes with the recognition of shared lust.  God, Mario thought,
Jamie was good at this.  Once he grasped his own manhood he could drive a
man wild – as he was doing to Mark.  So Mario followed Jamie's cues as
they pulled their teeth off Mar's tits and moved quickly lower, over the
abs to their primary target.

Soon they were burying their faces in Mark's tangle of sweat-soaked pubic
hair, licking it, munching it, buried in the musky smell and taste of the
macho cop.  Working in perfect unison the boys moved their mouths off the
hair and onto the balls, licking them, kissing them, and then, incredibly,
closing their mouths over them, one boy on each swelling globe, sucking
hard, pulling on the scrotum.

"Aaah," Mark gasped.  His tortured body writhed in the chair, his muscles
flexing hard.  He moaned, "Jesus Christ, that feels ... Oh Jesus ...  Untie
my wrists, man ... I gotta touch my cock so bad."  With one last yank on
the testicle Jamie pulled his mouth off and raised his head.  "No, sir.  No
need.  We'll take care of that."  He grinned down at Mario, lowered his
head again and together they started work on the huge cock standing
straight up, rigid as a pole.

They began at the base, one tongue on each side, licking, kissing, wrapping
their lips round the thick shaft.  Slowly they moved upward, to the sound
of the cop's ragged breathing and ecstatic moans.  It was a long way up but
they finally reached their goal – the corona, the hard rim at the base
of the head – and they flicked their tongues at the most sensitive part
of the cock.  "Aaaah ... No ... I can't take it, man ... you're gonna make
me ..."

"No!"  Jamie reared back on his knees and glared defiantly at Mark.  "You
will not cum until I say so.  You gave me control and I'm using it.  If you
cum before I give you permission I will have failed."  A slight smile
flickered over his face.  "And we don't want that, do we?"

"No, sir," Mark said, surprised to hear that word coming from his own
mouth.  Jamie looked down at Mario and said, "OK, buddy ... finish him
off."  Mark felt the tongue move up the head of his cock then poke into the
hole at the tip as Mario savored the pre-cum oozing from it.  There was a
pause, and then the mouth slid down over the head, down further over the
length of the shaft until, incredibly, it slid to the back of Mario's
throat and his face was buried once more in the damp pubic hair.

Mark's body was on fire and he trembled, desperate to hold back his orgasm.
He wanted his boy to succeed in his dominant role but, more than that, he
found himself wanting to obey him, to restrain his climax until the boy
gave him permission.  It was one of the most erotic sensations he had ever
felt, at the mercy of his own boy, desperate to please him.  And then
things got more intense.

Jamie leaned over him, their faces only inches apart and Jamie's steady,
resolute eyes were staring into his.  Mark moaned as Mario sucked his cock
expertly, but he could not tear his eyes away from Jamie's.  "You see,"
Jamie smiled.  "I do have it in me.  I can drive any man crazy with lust
... especially you, sir."  He leaned lower and pressed his lips against
Mark's in an open-mouthed, airtight kiss so they were breathing the same
air back and forth.  And still Mario worked relentlessly on Mark's cock,
sliding it deep into his throat.

When Jamie pulled his mouth back Mark was gasping.  The cop was completely
in his boy's sexual power, his body on fire, every fiber of his being
desperate for release.  He was floating in a trance, hypnotized by the
boy's steel blue eyes and he heard himself plead.  "I need to shoot so bad.
Please, man, I submit to you ... let me cum ... please, sir..."

Jamie smiled down at him and said simply, "OK, do it.  Do it for me
... because you love me."

The muscle-god's naked body shook, spasmed, then flexed ... "Aaah ... Aaah
... Aaagh!  I love you, Jamie!"  Mario gagged as the cock exploded in his
mouth, and he swallowed hard as semen poured down his throat.  Wild-eyed he
looked up and saw Jamie approaching.  In a seamless transition Mario's
mouth pulled off the cock and was immediately replaced by Jamie's, who
gulped down the juice still streaming from the policeman's cock.

Mario took Jamie's place at Mark's face and pressed his mouth against the
cop's, letting Mark's cum flow between them.  Mark was in a daze, unaware
who was kissing him and who was draining his cock.  Suddenly he felt more
lips on his, more cum filling his mouth.  Both boys were kissing him,
licking his lips, his face, his eyes and still he was swallowing his own
cum.

At last Jamie sprang to his feet and Mario did the same.  They towered over
Mark, arms folded across their chests, gazing down in awe at the naked cop
tied to the chair, veins standing out in his rippling muscles, his cock
drained, his eyes glazed, head thrown back in total exhaustion.  As Mark's
vision cleared his boy came into focus and he heard him say, "Now you know,
sir.  Now you know what it feels like when your boy takes charge – when
he becomes a man."

Through heaving breaths Mark said, "Jamie, you were spectacular.  I've
never seen you like that.  You are such a stud – such a fucking turn
on."

Mario turned and grinned at Jamie.  "Told you, didn't I?  Told you he'd
love it."

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

Jamie quickly untied Mark's wrists and pulled him to his feet.  Mario took
a discreet step back as man and boy came together in a passionate embrace.
Then Mark opened one arm and beckoned Mario in.  "Come here, Mario.  You're
one of us now."

When they finally pulled apart Jamie changed the mood and the topic.  "Now
I'm dying to get in those waves – look at them, they're perfect.  I'll
wax the boards, dude."  Mark watched the tall young athlete stride over to
the surfboards, then turned to Mario.  "He's incredible, Mario
... stunning.  What happened between you two in the dunes?"

"He fucked me, sir, but a fuck like none before.  He was so macho – such
a ... a top.  It was an incredible fuck ... he said that's how you fuck him
– he learned it all from you."

Mark grinned with pride, "He said that, did he?  Well, wherever it came
from, I want more of it.  In the meantime I gotta go for a run – clear
my head after all that sleeping – and waking up with jism all over me,"
he chuckled.  He pulled on his shorts and they walked over to Jamie.  "Hey,
kid, I'm gonna go for a swim and a run along the beach.  Then I'll circle
back over the dunes to the village and get the groceries we need.  Now I
know I always say this, but you guys take care out there.  I don't need to
tell you how unpredictable those currents can be."

"OK, sir," Jamie grinned.  "I'll take good care of myself and my Italian
amico here."  Mark ruffled Jamie's hair and took off running through the
waves."

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

Now for something where Jamie really was the master – surfing.  Mario
had only moderate skills, having only begun to surf when he came to work at
the Laguna Beach hotel.  So as they stood on the sand looking out to sea
Jamie said, "You can tell a lot about the conditions just by watching from
the shore.  See, the waves are breaking real nice – not too big but
keeping their shape.  Farther out it looks like there's a moderate current
running so we have to pay attention in case it gets stronger.  OK, buddy,
you ready?"

They ran into the water, threw their boards forward and straddled them,
paddling strongly to pierce the breaking waves.  Once out in the slight
swell beyond the waves they turned toward the shore and looked back over
their shoulders.  "OK, dude, this next set's a beaut..."  With Jamie
shouting instructions so Mario got the timing right they jumped up on their
boards sped along the crest of the wave, howling with exhilaration.

Way up the beach Mark looked over his shoulder as he ran and saw the boys
in the far distance, moving in perfect harmony.  He smiled to himself,
pleased that the boys were getting along so well.  He always wanted Jamie
to have a close friend and Mario, with his calm sophistication, seemed to
fill the role perfectly.

But it was Jamie who most strongly occupied his thoughts – and his
feelings.  He kept seeing his boy's tough, determined face as he and Mario
had worked him over, tied to the chair.  He had rarely seen Jamie take
charge in this macho way, but it was what he had wanted and it was a huge
turn-on.  And when he remembered Mario describing how Jamie had forcefully
fucked him in the dunes he felt his cock grow stiff as it bounced in his
shorts.

Then he caught sight of something else ... three other surfers in the
distance being carried by the current parallel to the shore.  They
apparently didn't have Jamie's skill at staying out of the strongest part
of the current.  Still, Mark was pleased to see they had company.  Safety
in numbers if anyone got into difficulties.  With a sigh of contentment he
continued his run.

Out in the waves Jamie saw the three approaching surfers.  They looked
younger than him and Mario – not much over eighteen – and it was
clear to Jamie right away that they were not very skilled surfers.  "Hey,
guys," he shouted cheerfully, "bitchin waves, eh?"  As they floated closer
he added, "Strong lateral current though, that's what carried you here.
Stay a bit closer to shore so you don't catch the worst of it."

They acknowledged his instruction with a wave but didn't make any attempt
to heed his warning.  Jamie, Mario and the three newcomers caught a few
more waves and Jamie saw, as he had thought, that they were not experienced
surfers, unsteady on their boards.  This increased his anxiety about the
strengthening current and as they sat astride their boards waiting for the
next set he said to Mario.  I don't like the pull of this current, dude
... look how far it's taken us.  We better call it quits for now."

"Hey, guys," he yelled to the three youngsters.  "That lateral current's
getting real gnarly.  Trouble is there's a rip-tide undercurrent too and
they meet right around here.  Me and my buddy are gonna ride the next wave
in – you should do the same.  Just follow us."

Luckily the next wave was a big one, strong enough to counteract the rip
current.  Jamie and Mario jumped up at just the right time and rode it all
the way in to the shore, their best ride of the day.  "Awesome, dude,"
Jamie grinned, jumping off his board and tucking it under his arm.

Mario gazed at him spellbound.  This was Jamie at his best, a beautiful
athlete glowing with health and excitement as he strode through the shallow
water in his clinging shorts, his pumped muscles gleaming wet in the
sunlight, his tangled blond hair blowing in the breeze.  Enhancing the
image was his air of authority, his ease in the elements of water and wind,
his natural leadership in giving instructions to the younger boys.

But when Jamie turned his head and looked back his satisfied expression
changed to anger and frustration.  "Shit damn, those stupid assholes.
They're still out there."  Mario followed Jamie as he ran up the beach to
the shack, planted his board in the sand and shaded his eyes to see more
clearly.  "See that dude?  Fucking idiots – they're caught in the
current and doing exactly the wrong thing.  They're trying to fight it
instead of going with it.  Shit, I'm gonna have to take the boat out and
help them."

"I'm right with you," said Mario, but Jamie protested.  "It could get
pretty hairy, buddy.  Those currents can be wicked.  Don't wanna put you in
danger."

Mario looked mildly offended.  "Hey, were amicos, right.  You don't think
I'm gonna let you go out there alone, do you?"

Jamie grinned at him.  "Sorry, dude.  You're right.  Come on then –
let's rock."  The rowboat was beside the shack and Jamie threw in the oars
and some lengths of rope.  Together they hauled it down to the water,
pushed it out and jumped in.  "OK, dude, while I row, you be ready to help
the boys when we reach them," said Jamie, the natural captain of the ship.
Mario sat in the stern and Jamie sat facing him.  He slotted the oars into
the rowlocks, dipped them in the water and began to pull hard on the oars.

Despite the anxiety of the moment Mario once again gazed in awe at his
blond friend, at the clenched jaw, the tough, determined look on his face
and his gorgeous body, his muscles straining to the max as he applied all
his strength to the oars.  Again his ocean skills served him well as he
adjusted his speed depending on the current, slicing through the crests of
the incoming waves.

They finally made it to the three boys who were obviously in trouble,
wobbling as they sat astride their boards.  "Help, we're caught in the..."
one of them shouted but Jamie cut him off.  "Save your breath, boy.  Now
here's what's gonna happen.  The most important thing – don't lose your
board.  Sitting like that you risk getting knocked off and swept away.  So
get down flat on your belly on the board and wrap one arm round it.  My
buddy here's gonna throw you a rope each.  Wrap it round your free wrist
and hang on.  We'll tow you behind the boat.  I'll be facing you and if
anyone feels he's in trouble, just yell and my buddy will help you."

"OK, sir," one of them said.  There was something in the authoritative
voice that inspired trust in them, despite their panic, and they did
exactly as the boss ordered.  In a few minutes they were set.  Mario had
secured three lengths of rope to the stern and thrown them to the boys who
were lying on their boards and grabbed the ropes as ordered.  Now it was up
to Jamie and he pulled hard on the oars.

He was so intent on his task that he didn't look up to see the tall figure
standing on the rocks in the distance.  When Mark had walked over the dunes
to the shack, laden with grocery bags, he looked puzzled as he saw Jamie
and Mario rowing out through the waves.  Then he saw the three figures
waving frantically further out, obviously trapped in the current.
Instantly Mark grasped what was happening – his boys were going out to
the rescue.  He dropped the bags on the sand and his impulse was to race
into the waves and swim out to them.

But even as he began to run he realized that he was doing the wrong thing.
One more body in the water was one more body to rescue, and the boat
wouldn't seat three without becoming dangerously heavy in these waves.
Besides, nobody knew these waters like Jamie, and Mark had trained him well
in rescue methods.  He would let Jamie handle it and keep watch from the
rocks, ready to dive in if they had problems.  He could see Jamie shouting
orders to the boys and knew that he had things under control.  A flash of
pride ran through him ... his Jamie sure was growing up.

Out in the current Jamie was in total command.  He was rowing with the
lateral current but steering very gradually toward the shore trying to
escape it.  He kept his eye on the three boys and calmly gave orders to
Mario if rope adjustments were needed.  As Jamie rowed, the two friends
concentrated on each other's eyes and, even in the middle of this
predicament, there was something almost sexual about working together so
intensely.

"It's working, buddy," Jamie panted, managing a grin.  "We're pulling out
of the current.  You boys OK?" he shouted.  "Yes, sir" ... "thank you,
sir," came the responses.  Jamie's muscles were cracking under the strain
but he clenched his jaw and rowed hard, easing the boat ever closer to
shore.  Then he caught sight of Mark racing along the shore parallel with
them, and that gave him a burst of adrenaline.  Suddenly he was doing this
for Mark, to impress him, to show that he was strong, a leader – not
just a laid-back surfer boy.

Mark watched anxiously from the beach, knowing that the hardest part would
be when the boat caught the strong waves crashing ashore, as it could
easily upset.  But he frowned as Jamie stopped rowing.  What the hell was
he doing?  He had turned the boat pointing toward the shore and was looking
back over his shoulder.  He was like a patient surfer, riding his board,
waiting for the next good wave to build.

And then Mark knew.  That's exactly what he was doing – just what he
would be doing on a surfboard.  Sure enough, Jamie suddenly started rowing
furiously as the swell under the boat lifted it higher.  He looked quickly
to both sides, adjusted his stroke and then... "I don't believe it," Mark
said out loud.

The boat rose on the crest of the wave and Jamie steered it so it rode the
crest like an expert surfer, towing the three surfboards behind it.  The
boat was surfing ashore!  It came closer and closer on the curl of the wave
and when the wave finally broke on the shore the boat landed evenly with a
slight bump, skinning along the sand, with the three boys behind it as if
they were riding surfboards to a perfect landing.

Mark dashed into the water, grabbed the prow and dragged the boat onto the
sand.  Jamie was slumped over the oars in exhaustion.  Mark reached down,
lifted him gently out of the boat and into his arms.  "Jamie," he breathed
into his ear, "that was magnificent.  I've never seen anything like it.  I
am so proud of you, man, so lucky to have you."

Jamie lifted a jubilant face.  "Thank you, sir.  That's all I ever wanted –
to make you proud."

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

Finally they broke apart and Jamie looked around him.  He saw the three
surfers up ahead walking along the beach with their boards under their
arms, and yelled, "Hey ... Freeze!"

Mark looked at Mario and they both broke into a wide-eyed grin, hearing
Jamie shout the cop's command.  The boys turned round startled and Jamie
said, "Come here."  They approached, crestfallen and embarrassed – they
had been too ashamed to face their rescuer.  "Now listen up, boys.  Me and
my buddy here just saved your asses out there so a simple `Thank You' would
be way cool."

"Thank you, sir" ... "we're sorry" ... "very sorry," came the chastened
chorus.  "That's better, and the next time someone like me tells you to do
something you do it, is that clear?"  Another, "Yes, sir," in unison.  They
were trembling and the smallest one seemed close to tears.

"OK, OK," Jamie said, softening.  "You've had a bad scare, I know, but
you're on dry land now and in one piece.  And you're not the first to get
into trouble in those currents.  Same thing once happened to me and my
buddies and we were rescued by this gentleman here."  The three youngsters
looked wide eyed at the big muscle-god as if he had stepped off another
planet.

"Now – give us a hand here.  You two, carry an oar each in your free
hand, and you take the ropes.  Come on."  They did as told and Jamie walked
between two of them with an arm over each one's shoulder.  "Right, now let
me explain the rules if ever you get caught in a lateral current again.
Here's what you were doing wrong..."

As the youngsters walked on ahead with Jamie, Mark and Mario smiled at each
other, hugely impressed by the way Jamie had spoken to the boys with a mix
of sternness, compassion and guidance – signs of a real leader.  "Well,"
Mark grinned at Mario, "looks like you and I get the boat, kiddo."  Mario
lifted the bow and Mark the heavier stern and they carried it easily with
matching strides.

At the shack they deposited their loads and Jamie said, "What are you guys'
names anyway?"  They introduced themselves and Jamie said, "OK, you know
you can't surf for shit so you need some instruction before you go out
there again.  Me and my buddy here will be out there tomorrow, so if you
come by at 7am sharp I'll give you your first lesson."

"Thank you sir," they said, eyes shining.  "That would be awesome."  By now
they were putty in the hands of their rescuer – so strong and commanding
– and so totally gorgeous.  They shook hands with him and the smallest
one threw his arms round him, blushing deep red.  Jamie grinned.  "OK, OK,
get off home now, and remember – 7 o'clock sharp."

They ran off and Jamie turned to the others and shook his head.  "Jesus
... young jerks bit off more than they could chew.  Still, I guess I was
like them not so long ago."

"Not any more, though," Mark said.  "Not by a long shot."  He had watched
Jamie take charge of the boys and they clearly looked up to him with
respect bordering on worship.  Mark realized that ever since the danger had
passed he had had an erection in his pants watching his boy take command as
a dominant young man.  He caught Jamie's eye and said, "Come with me,
Jamie."  They walked into the shack and closed the door.

Mario smiled to himself and sat on the deck.  He had never felt happier in
his life, being so close to these spectacular guys, loved by them both.
"You're one of us," Mark had said.  Mario was smart enough to know when his
presence was welcome, which was most of the time, but also when to pull
back and give Mark and Jamie time to be alone.  Now was one of those times
and as he heard the sounds coming from inside the shack his smile
broadened.

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

In the subdued light of the shack Mark gazed at Jamie as if he were seeing
him for the first time – which in a way he was.  He surprised Jamie by
dropping his shorts and lying on his back on the bed, just as Jamie did
every day when the cop came home from work.  "Come on, man," Mark said
softly.  "You know the drill."

Of course he did – except that now things were reversed.  It had been a
transformative day for Jamie – first his ferocious fuck of Mario, then
his forceful treatment of Mark, tying him to a chair and controlling his
orgasm, and then the adventure in the waves where he had been in absolute
command.  Adrenaline still coursed through his body ... he felt pumped,
empowered ... and now here lying before him, offering himself, was the
spectacular naked cop.  Yeah – he knew the drill, alright.

He flexed his muscles to excite Mark even more, then knelt on the bed and
with his right hand pushed one of Mark's legs up high.  He looked down at
the cop's exposed ass, spat in his left hand and rubbed it against the
hole, pushing first one finger, then two inside it, massaging the prostate
as Mark had done so often to him.  His voice was deeper than usual as he
said, "Now I'm gonna fuck you, man."

 His cock was rock hard and he pressed it against the hole, smiled down at
the Greek-God face ... and suddenly plunged his rod deep into the warm ass.
"Aaaagh!" Mark yelled, the first burst of pain quickly dissolving into a
sensual warmth, then heat as his own glorious boy began to fuck his ass.
Jamie's eyes pierced his as he accelerated the thrusts of his cock,
building to the speed of a piston driving into the tight ass.

Still holding the leg back with his right hand, Jamie put his left hand
behind his head, flared his lats and flexed his chest and biceps like a
bodybuilder pose in a junior competition.  He looked spectacular and Mark
breathed heavily.  "That feels fucking awesome, Jamie ... you look so fine
... such a fucking ... man!  "Fuck me, sir, fuck that cop's ass ... take it
... it's yours ...aaagh"

The shaft became a pile-driver, pounding his ass.  Mark's flawless body
bounced as it got hammered into the bed, his muscles flexed, his face
thrashed from side to side, tears springing to his eyes.  It was wild
... he was getting fucked by his boy ... no, no longer a boy.  He had been
fucked by his boy before, but not now ... now his ass was getting hammered
by a man, a tough, dominant young athlete – a man he could submit to –
a man he needed to submit to.

Jamie was stretching his arm up triumphantly like a cowboy riding a bucking
stallion.  "Yeah," Mark howled, "ride that ass, stud ... fuck that cop.  I
submit to you, man, you are so fucking beautiful.  Please, man, shoot your
load inside my ass – I wanna feel a man's juice inside me ... Please,
man ... do it."

Jamie's eyes were wild as he gazed down at the stunning muscle-god beneath
him.  He yelled at Mark, "Don't cum, man... please don't cum ... aaagh!"
His body shuddered, then tensed, and his cock erupted inside the cop's ass,
again and again, pouring cum deep inside him.  Mark made a huge effort to
hold back his own orgasm as he gazed up at the triumphant face of the
rugged young buck who had just topped him.

But suddenly he saw a change come over that face.  It was as if the fire
drained from Jamie, his face crumpled and he fell forward on top of Mark
pressing his face against his.  Hearing gentle sobs Mark held him tight and
said softly.  "What's the matter, Jamie?  You were sensational – the
best ever.  What's up, kiddo?"  Jamie gazed into his eyes.  "Sir, will you
fuck me, sir, like you always do?  That's why I asked you not to cum."

Mark smiled and kissed Jamie's cheek.  He eased out from under him, picked
him up and laid him gently on his back.  He knelt over him, leaned forward,
pinned his wrists to the bed and smiled at his beautiful boy.  "Of course
I'll fuck you, kiddo – like always – like this."  He pressed his
rigid cock against Jamie's ass, felt it relax, inviting him in, and he
entered his boy, sliding his cock gently all the way inside him.  "You know
I have to shoot real soon, kiddo – I'm ready to explode.  You've turned
me on so much today, taking charge like you did – a real stud.  It's an
honor to fuck you, Jamie."

Jamie sighed and gazed into Mark's blue-gray eyes, saw his magnificent body
rising over him and moaned softly as he felt his master's long shaft
sliding in and out of his ass.  "I love you, sir.  I love being your boy.
I love feeling your cock in my ass.  Please cum inside me, sir."  Mark
grinned at him.  "OK, Jamie ... you're in charge ...here it comes... Aaah."
They sighed together as the cop poured his juice inside his boy and they
swam in each other's eyes.

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

A few minutes later they were lying on their sides gazing at each other.
"Sir," Jamie said with a slight frown, "after today, will I still be your
boy?"

"Jamie, you know you will always be my boy, now and forever.  But after
today you'll be a whole lot more – my boy, my man, my buddy, my lover.
And it's gonna be so hot.  See, kid, the great thing is you can be all
those things together – being some guy's boy doesn't stop you being a
man – even a top man.  We'll fuck, get fucked, just as the mood takes
us.  And there's nothing like fucking a real man like you.  It's gonna be
so much fun.  You are such a beautiful boy, and such a rugged, handsome
young man.  You know what you are, kid?  You're my man-boy – and it
doesn't get sexier than that."

Jamie grinned, "But you know, sir, it's real tiring being a top-man."  Mark
laughed and stroked his face.  "Don't worry, kid, you'll grow into it.
Stick with me and we'll be everything to each other."

"I think we already are, sir," Jamie said and snuggled closer.

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

Outside on the patio Mario smiled to himself.  After all the love-making
noises from inside had finally abated a stillness settled over the cabin,
the only sounds now being the distant cry of the seagulls and the waves
hissing onto the sand.  Mario closed his eyes and drifted into a
dream-filled sleep.  His muddled dreams included the sound of a car, doors
slamming and excited voices.  The sounds persisted, grew louder and, as
Mario stirred into consciousness he slowly opened his eyes, blinked, and
found himself staring up at the smiling faces of .... the twins.

"Hey, Mario," they said excitedly.  "Surprise!"  He sat up and blinked
again.  "Mio dio – it sure is.  Hi, guys – you here alone?"

"Of course not," said Kyle.  "Bob brought us," said Kevin.

"Hey, Kyle, Kevin," said a deep voice.  Mark too had been roused by the
noise of the truck and now stood in the doorway, buck naked.  "Where is
Bob?"

"Right here, buddy."  Bob came round the corner of the shack, shirtless in
blue jeans.  As he locked eyes with Mark their faces lit up with dazzling
smiles.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 202

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