Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2014 03:12:27 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 205  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 205
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  After their big fight the boys make their peace with a boy orgy of
exhibitionist sex, their masters cheering them on.  "It was a seething mass
of writhing young bodies, tangled limbs and beautiful faces in the throes
of passion."  Later, Eddie ends up spending the night with Adam.  "The
tall, handsome Aussie stood buck naked, his chiseled, athletic body
gleaming, muscles flexed, as Eddie fell to his knees."


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


Chapter 205 – "The Boy Orgy – Eddie & The Aussie"

Pablo's temperamental split from Darius had caused ripples of discord to
spread to the other boys, so close-knit was their tribe.  It fell to Jamie,
with his new-found assertiveness, to deliver a much needed tongue-lashing
to Darius and Pablo.

"All this horseshit has gone too far," he said.  "You both call yourselves
leaders of the boys, so let's just see where you've led them this time.
Because of your bone-headedness your anger has infected the whole group,
and they've all taken sides.  Ben has fought with Eddie and thrown him out
of his room.  Darius yelled at Eddie, called him a jerk and shoved him out.
Even Randy and Bob got into an argument, not to mention Randy and Zack."

As they sat chastened, knowing Jamie was right, Jamie called the other boys
to join them in a group meeting where he took charge.  "OK, dudes, I wanna
make one thing clear.  I've called this meeting to put an end to all the
bullshit around here, not as some kind of `leader of boys' – whatever
the fuck that means – but as your friend.  Darius is fond of calling us
a `band of brothers' and that's what we are.  We have to protect each
other, not attack each other.  And we have to make our masters proud."

"And – get this straight – there are no leaders.  We're all bosses of
our own turf – like the twins in the kitchen, Pablo and Ben in the motor
pool and so on.  But in this group we are all equal."

"Even me, sir?" Eddie said uncertainly.

"Especially you, Eddie.  In fact you're more equal than any of us."  Jamie
hesitated and blinked, confused about what he had just said.

"Thank you, sir," Eddie beamed, "I know what you mean."

"Good," said Jamie (because he sure didn't – well, sort of).  "And that
leads me to another thing kiddo.  There's no reason in the world you have
to call any of us `sir'.  The only guys we address as sir are our masters.
You, Eddie, are a full member of this group, a great one – hell, if
anything we should be calling you sir."

Eddie blushed red and said, "Thank you, sir ... er, Jamie.  Hey, that
sounds cool."

That lifted the tension and they all broke into laughter and clapped him on
the back.  "Right," Jamie said, "now when one of us is in trouble you know
the drill – we circle the wagons and take care of each other.  So now
we'll heal the breach and make love, not war.  As I see it Pablo and Darius
hurt each other and Ben hurt Eddie.  So stand up, guys – you know what
you have to do.  You've just gotta decide who fucks who.

Ben hugged Eddie and said, "I'm sorry about that stuff I said to you, dude.
You know I love you ... so now, to make things right, I want you to fuck my
ass."  Eddie beamed.  "I always wondered what that would be like, sir –
er, Ben."  "Well now's the time to find out," said Ben, dropping his pants.

Darius looked sheepishly at Pablo and said, "Dude, you know I didn't mean
all that bullshit about your ass.  It's still the finest ass on the planet.
In fact, over at Zack's I kept jacking off thinking about it."  Pablo gave
his crooked grin.  "You did? ... and all the time I was spilling my load
thinking about those ten inches of yours.  What I said about it earlier was
a bunch of crap.  Man, I want it bad."

Darius grinned, "OK, well I guess that settles who's gonna fuck who.  On
the ground, boy."

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

What none of the boys had known was that Bob and Mark had been sitting over
cocktails in the pergola behind bushes.  Hidden from view they had heard
the whole thing, had seen how Jamie took charge, and now they gazed at each
other in disbelief.  "Wow," Bob said, "that boy of yours is something else.
A great little speech.  Now that is leadership.  He'd make a great cop –
almost as good as you, officer."

Mark had tears of pride in his eyes.  He could hardly contain his
admiration or wait to give his reward to his naked man-boy.  But for now it
was the boys' scene and Mark said to Bob.  "What do you say, buddy?  Time
to make our appearance, I think."

"Right there with you, officer.  Lead the way."

The boys' preparations for the big reconciliation ground to a halt as they
suddenly saw Bob and Mark striding across the lawn, both in jeans, Bob in
his usual V-neck white T-shirt, Mark in a sleeveless flannel shirt over a
gray tank top.  As always the sight of these handsome muscle-hunks caused a
stir but Bob immediately put them at their ease.

"Sorry to interrupt, guys, seems like we dropped by at a bad time."  Mark
smiled warmly at Jamie, who guessed from the cop's look of pride that their
arrival was no coincidence, that they had heard the whole thing as Jamie
had lectured the boys.

"Looks as if you guys have finally patched things up – or were about
to," Bob smiled.  "But the officer and I were thinking ... your fighting
caused a lot of problems for the other men, too, and they have a right to
see proof that it's all over.  Randy and Zack will be home from work any
minute and I've invited all the other guys for dinner.  So Pablo, get up
off the ground, and Ben, pull up your pants and wait until they all get
here.  We'll just postpone the ritual for a bit."

Of course, they always obeyed Bob without question, and the twins ran into
the kitchen to get pre-dinner drinks and munchies.  They didn't have to
wait long for the guys.  Randy and Zack came in straight from work, having
quickly resolved their earlier differences when Randy's anger had briefly
flared up.  They were once again good buddies – and united in their need
for an ice-cold beer.  They were soon followed by Steve and Lloyd, Adam and
Jason.

Hassan arrived last, having come straight there from work still in his
Marine fatigues.  He had been concerned about his boy, Eddie, as he always
was when there was any kind of turmoil in the house.  But he needn't have
worried as Eddie ran up to him and said effusively, "It's all OK again,
sir, everyone's made up, thanks to Jamie, and I'm going to fuck Ben."

"Hey, hey, back up a bit there, kid," Hassan laughed.  "I must be missing a
piece in there somewhere."  Before they all sat down Bob filled the men in
briefly on what had taken place and the imminent event they were to
witness.  "Hey, great," Randy grinned, "be like one of those old Roman
banquets where they all sat around stuffing their faces while they watched
the entertainment of slaves fucking each other."

"Well, not quite slaves," Mark grinned.  "Better actually – our boys.
They'd beat Roman slaves in a fuck-fest hands down."

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

The mood was boisterous as the guys all sat down and were served drinks and
appetizers by the twins and Mario.  The young Italian slipped back into his
old role of elegant luxury-hotel waiter, a stark contrast to the earthy
Italian gardener who had been fucked in the dirt by the boss, Randy (of
which Darius's film had been screened many times to much acclaim and many
cum shots.)

Having prepared much of the dinner earlier, the twins were soon spreading
it out on the table – but only for the nine men.  The boys gathered on
the lawn a few yards away and Jamie ran out of the house with a huge
blanket that the boys spread on the ground in full view of the table.

"OK, guys," Randy shouted.  "In the past few days you boys have pretty much
rocked the house, and I don't mean that in a good way.  Your temper
tantrums have fucked things up around here big time.  But Bob tells me
you've all made peace, and that we have Mark's boy Jamie to thank for that.
But you know me – I'll believe in this kumbaya shit when I see it.
Actions speak louder than words so ... let's see some action, boys.  Let
the games begin."

Bob grinned at Randy.  Finesse and class did not spring to mind when
describing the rough-hewn gypsy boss, but his blunt words, delivered in his
deep voice, had the ring of authority and set the tone for the event –
atonement, rowdy action and, above all, exhibitionist sex.  The boys stood
in a line a few feet back from the blanket, and Pablo and Darius stepped
forward onto it.

Pablo said, "I guess it was kinda me who set the ball rolling this time,
sirs.  I was pissed off by Darius calling his stupid meetings" – Darius
squeezed his wrist hard – "his, er, cool meetings, and I guess I kind of
over-reacted."

"I'll say," Darius retorted.  "You said my dick was nothing more than just
ten inches of black muscle and you wouldn't let it get near your ass...."

"Good one, kiddo," Randy chuckled and was promptly silenced by a fierce
glare from Bob.

"Yeah," Pablo weighed in, "well you said my tired old ass was starting to
sag anyway – which is not true by the way – and ... "  Jamie
interrupted with a loud clearing of his throat, and they looked at each
other and grinned.  "Anyway," Darius said, "Eddie did his best to bring us
back together and we found out we'd both been jacking off thinking about
each other – about his ass and my dick, so ... so here we are – us
and his ass and my dick.  Show em, dude."

Pablo turned his back to the group, dropped his shorts and bent forward,
clenching the cheeks of his perfect butt to the whoops and cheers of the
spectators.  Darius unzipped his jeans and let his ten inches of black
muscle flop out, redoubling the cheers.  "Like I was saying before – on
the ground, dude."  Pablo stepped out of his shorts, pulled off his T-shirt
and lay naked on his back on the sheet.

Darius grinned at Eddie.  "Kiddo, we owe you a lot already, but d'you think
you could do the honors here?"  Eddie glanced at Hassan who smiled and
nodded his approval.  The boy grinned widely and said, "Sure thing, si
... sure thing, dude."  He dropped to his knees in front of Darius, gazed
with his expert eye at the cock swinging in front of him, then grinned up
at Darius.  "Shouldn't take me more than a few seconds, dude."

He slurped the limp dick into his mouth, gulped it down his throat and
clamped his throat muscles round it.  Instantly he felt the cock pulse, so
he pulled all the way back, pursed his lips and eased forward again,
squeezing the cock with his lips as he went down, giving Darius the
sensation of entering a tight ass.  His estimate of `a few seconds' was
overly generous as the cock got stiff immediately.

Eddie pulled his mouth off and grinned at the rock-hard ten-inch club
pointing at his face.  He jumped to his feet and waved his hand at the cock
as if presenting a trophy.  "That good enough for you guys?" he grinned.
Cheers erupted from the spectators for Eddie's expertise and he bowed
elaborately, with a broad grin directed at Hassan.  He stepped back leaving
the field clear for Darius.

Darius dropped to his knees between Pablo's legs and stroked his enormous
rod.  "So, how d'you like the ten-inch black muscle now, eh boy?"  "I like
it," Pablo grinned.  "My dad wants to see for sure that we're really back
together, so let's show him, dude."  Darius raised one of Pablo's legs high
in the air, the leg closest to the table so the men got a clear view of the
gorgeous ass, and of the rigid pole entering it, inch after inch after
inch.

Darius raised his free arm high and wide, showing off his muscular torso as
his hips moved back and forth with increasing speed.  When Darius fucked he
knew, with the practiced eye of a cameraman, how great it looked and he
milked the audience's cheers and whistles as Zack yelled, "Yeah, fuck that
ass, stud – show `em you're my boy."

Soon Darius and Pablo became lost in each other's lusty gaze as the fuck
continued, so Ben took this moment to step forward next to Eddie.  "My turn
to confess now, sirs.  I lost my cool and really badmouthed Eddie here,
said a bunch of things I didn't mean.  I guess I inherited my big brother's
anger."

"Not from me, you didn't," Randy yelled, "I got no anger."  This prompted a
gale of raunchy laughter and protests from the men and an affectionate hug
from Bob.

"Anyway," said Ben, shouting above their laughter, "I was way out of line
and I had to do something to apologize to Eddie I thought of giving him a
big bunch of roses..."

"Nah ..." chorused the men, with boos and thumbs down.  "OK, OK," Ben said.
"So that was Plan A.  Plan B was to give him my ass ... so I'm going for
that one," he grinned, to rousing cheers this time."

Eddie's eyes were gleaming.  "I've often wondered what it would be like to
fuck Ben.  I mean, to tell the truth, I sleep with Ben a lot and suck his
dick, but I never thought he would..."

"Hey," Hassan shouted, "shut up and fuck, kiddo."

Eddie beamed at him.  "Okey-dokey, sir – if you say so."  Ben leaned
close and whispered in his ear, "This is gonna be fun, dude – just you
and me – plus a couple dozen other guys."  Eddie giggled and Ben did an
elaborate strip routine, mostly for Jason's benefit who rewarded him with
loud wolf whistles.  Naked, Ben sank down onto the blanket next to Pablo
who was still enjoying Darius's ten inches he had so recently ridiculed.

Ben smiled up at Eddie, hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled them
back to display the gift he had decided on in place of roses.  "Wow, dude,"
Eddie said, "you've got a gorgeous butt."  Relaxing into the spirit of the
game, Eddie grinned mischievously at Hassan.  "What should I do with my
present, sir?"

The whole crowd answered for him, chanting, "Fuck it ... fuck it ... fuck
it ..."

"OK," Eddie said ... "I guess I'll fuck it."

Eddie dropped his shorts, knelt down, spat in his hand and rubbed his wet
palm against the black fuzz round Ben's hole.  Then he eased two fingers
into his ass and massaged inside with his finger tips.  Suddenly the
hilarity faded away and they forgot the lively audience as they stared into
each other's eyes.  This was just between them.  They had shared a bed many
times but this was something new in their friendship.  Eddie rubbed his wet
hand over his cock, pressed the head against Ben's hole ... and pushed
gently, sliding his cock deep into the gypsy boy's warm ass.

"Aaaah," they both sighed as they shared a greater intimacy than ever
before ... they were making love.  A silence fell over the spectators.  It
was an open secret in the house that Ben and Eddie often slept together
ever since moving into their new adjacent rooms, but seeing the young
houseboy fuck Randy's little brother was like watching two youngsters make
love for the first time.  Eddie was the kind of cute young boy who usually
got fucked, in addition to giving his legendary blow-jobs, so what they
were watching now was special.

Beside them Darius slowed his macho fuck as he and Pablo picked up on the
gentle rhythm of the boys next to them.  The fuck-fest was turning into a
love-fest, as Eddie smiled down at Ben, his usual timidity melting away.
He was on top ... he was fucking the boss's kid brother.  "This is intense,
dude," he murmured.  "You're so beautiful I could fuck your ass all day."

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

Only the twins, with their gentle serenity, could get away with talking
over a scene like this, which is what they did now.  They addressed the men
in their usual way of speaking in turn.  "Sirs, we would like to pay
tribute to Jamie..."  "... who took charge and made all this possible."
"You all know we do most things together..."  "... so this is our way of
saying thank you."

They pulled the modest Jamie forward and undressed him – one pulling off
his shirt while the other unlaced his surfer trunks and slid them down his
legs.  Then they took off each other's clothes in perfect unison.
"Please," Kyle said gently to Jamie.  "Please kneel down," said Kevin.

Jamie glanced at Mark, who nodded, smiling proudly.  Jamie fell on his
hands and knees, Kyle knelt behind him and Kevin in front.  It was pretty
clear what form their double teaming would take as Jamie felt the head of
one cock against his ass and the other on his mouth.  "On behalf of all the
boys, Jamie ..."  "this is our way of saying..." "...thank you," they said
in unison.

Bob gripped Mark's arm as they watched their boys fuck, the naked twins
pushing their cocks simultaneously into the blond surfer's mouth and ass.
Jamie's muscular body, tanned golden except for the white flesh of the
globes of his ass, shuddered as he was gently invaded at both ends and he
groaned in ecstasy into the gag of Kevin's cock.

The meal was forgotten as the group of men gazed spellbound at the boy orgy
before them – Darius driving his long black pole in Pablo's perfect ass
... Eddie and Ben locking eyes as Ben gripped Eddie's hips and pulled him
deep inside his ass ... and Jamie in a daze as identical twins fucked his
mouth and ass.

Then a lilting Italian accent filled the air.  "Eh, amico," Mario said to
Nate, "don't you feel a bit over-dressed at this party?"  Nate said, "You
read my mind mate" He grinned seductively ... "I will if you will."
Laughing, they quickly stripped naked.  Nate looked down at Mario's cock
standing up like a flag-pole, and said in his thick Aussie accent , "If
that's what I think it is – an offer to fuck my ass – I say good on
ya, mate.  I accept."

Nate glanced over at Adam who yelled enthusiastically, "Do it for
international relations, mate – a goodwill act between Italy and
Australia – with the Aussie down under."  A howl of laughter from the
men lightened the mood after the intensity of the other boys, and Mario and
Nate took their place on the blanket, Nate on his back holding up his legs,
Mario on top of him sliding his cock inside him while he leaned forward and
kissed him.

The tableau was complete now that the handsome Italian was pounding the ass
of the young Aussie, with a multi-lingual mix of, "Cosi bellissimo," and
"Brilliant, mate."  It was a scene of writhing young bodies, beautiful
faces in the throes of passion, joy and laughter.  The men were on their
feet now, cheering their boys on, and Randy shouted, "Now that's what I
call burying the hatchet."  Bob grinned at him.  "Always the warrior –
how about just `kiss and make up'?"

"Whatever, man ... don't know about you all but they're making me horny as
hell.  These kids need help with the big finish.  Come on, guys."  Randy
led them all out from behind the table and they stood in a circle round the
mass of writhing limbs.  He pulled out his rigid cock and began stroking
it, and the other men reflexively followed suit.

"Come on, boys, let's see what you're made off," Randy yelled.  "You know
what they say – a fuck's not a fuck without jism.  Show me the money
shot, boys ...  Here, this'll separate the men from the boys.  You ready
men?  Let's do it ... here it comes ...yeah!"

The sight of Randy gushing a full load onto the mass of bodies beneath was
enough to push any man over the edge and howls echoed round the garden as
the other men, in quick succession, jerked their rods to a climax, aiming
their juice at their own boys.  Rivers of semen splashed down on backs,
butts, chests and faces, drenching the boys as their bodies shuddered in a
final eruption of passion.

Darius yelled, "I love you, dude," as his cock gushed in his lover's ass
like a garden hose and Pablo blasted a load over himself.  Eddie and Ben
stared at each other in silent wonder as Ben felt Eddy cum in his ass for
the first time.  Jamie shot his load knowing the twins were kissing each
other above him as one brother came in his ass while Jamie gulped down the
warm juice of the other.  And Mario and Nate came together laughing, "Viva
l'Italia!" and "Go Aussies!"

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

The boys collapsed in a seething mass of tangled limbs, lubricated by the
jism of their masters, as they laughed, kissed and licked pools of cum off
each other.  The men, at a signal from a grinning Randy, quietly zipped up
their pants and took their seats back at the dinner table.  The boys were
still swimming in cum and euphoria when, above the din of their own
laughter, they heard Randy's voice roar, "Hey, who the hell d'you have to
fuck to get a drink around here?"

Instantly the twins and Mario disentangled themselves from the group,
staggered to their feet and approached the table to tend to the men.  But
Mark recoiled in mock horror.  "Jesus, is this how you guys wait at table,
your naked bodies smothered in jism?  Standards must have slipped at that
hotel of yours Mario."

The Italian and the twins blushed but Bob rescued them.  He laughed, "Why
don't you and the boys jump in the pool to clean off?  Then come and join
us as the table.  You must be starved after all that action, especially
after spilling all that protein."

Soon the water in the pool was seething as nine boys thrashed around like
piranhas in a feeding frenzy, apparently trying to drown each other.
Somehow they managed to survive, dried off and took their places beside
their masters, their eyes shining in triumph.  "OK," Bob said, "I guess
even Randy has to agree you guys really have made peace with each other
like a ... what is it you call yourselves – a band of brothers?  Now dig
in and eat."

Then he frowned, sniffed and looked at the wrinkled blanket on the ground.
"That thing is disgusting," he winced, "soaked in sweat and jism.  When
we've finished here which of you wants to take it up to your room?"

"Me, sir, please sir!"  And every hand shot high in the air.

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

The boys wolfed down their food, talking non-stop with their mouths full in
the excitement of their dramatic reunion.  "Jesus, look at those kids,"
Randy said to Bob, focusing on Ben and Eddie spraying food as they talked
to each other.  "Remember how you once took Pablo on a trip up north to
some fancy hotel to show him the finer things of life – took the street
urchin out of the boy for a while?  He cleaned up well, as I recall.  Looks
like those two boys could use a dose of that right now."

"The thought had crossed my mind," Bob grinned.  "I don't think I've ever
seen them in anything but grubby pants and old T-shirts.  Maybe they do
need spiffing up a bit once in a while.  I'll have a talk with Hassan and
Jason about it, see if we can't come up with a plan."

"Talking of a plan," said a voice next to them.  "Sorry, guys," Steve
smiled, "I couldn't help overhearing.  See I also have been watching Ben
and Eddie – Nate too."

"Uh-uh," said Bob, "the therapist strikes again."

Steve chuckled.  "Old habits die hard, buddy.  And you know how my methods
can be a bit ... how should I put it ... a bit unorthodox."

"No kidding," Randy grinned.  "This from the guy who threw the rule book
out the window and invented his own rules – the sex-shrink of Beverly
Hills."

"I've had no complaints," Steve preened, "especially from you, big brother.
Anyway, here's my thought.  See, there's nothing more harmful to a
relationship than complacency.  A man and his boy get too comfortable with
each other they risk falling into a rut – the same old routine, the
initial excitement wears off.  You have to keep the magic alive, give the
relationship a jolt once in a while.

"And you're the guy with the cattle-prod, I suppose," Bob smiled.

"Nicely put, Bob," Steve said, "though maybe cattle prod is too physical an
image – I was thinking of something a bit more man-boy friendly."  He
paused and rubbed his chin, with a twinkle in his eye.  "Though now you
mention it, maybe I should keep a cattle-prod in my office for those real
difficult patients."

Randy and Bob burst out laughing and Randy said, "Shit, bro, it's a miracle
nobody's filed a complaint."

"They all enjoy it too much," Steve grinned – "keep coming back for
more.  But seriously, those boys' masters, Hassan, Adam and Jason, are real
laid-back, easy-going, not big on giving their boys a jolt.  Unlike
yourself, big brother, where dramas come thick and fast in your
relationships.  No likelihood of them ever getting stale, god knows – a
bit too stimulating if you ask me."

"Well I'm not asking you, bro, though I take your point.  You should talk
to the three guys and set something up.  Just make sure nobody gets hurt.

Steve laughed.  "Don't worry, no one gets hurt in my therapy – quite the
contrary."

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

So after dinner Steve did have a long chat with Hassan, Adam and Jason, all
of whom liked him a lot and trusted him, after hearing of the results he
had achieved during various crises in the house.  This was no crisis, to be
sure, so Steve emphasized that it would just be part of a fun weekend.
"Lloyd and I don't get to see you three guys very often, so we'd like to
invite you and your boys up to the house for the weekend – call it a
two-day pool party.  Plus it'll be our way of thanking Nate and Eddie for
being such great houseboys, keeping our place in shape."

It was settled.  The men embraced the idea since, as Adam said, "If nothing
else it'll be a great weekend for our boys lounging by the pool in a great
house atop the Hollywood Hills with spectacular views of the city.  Who's
gonna say no to that?"

The three boys, of course, leapt at the idea.  Eddie and Nate had been firm
friends since Eddie started working as Nate's assistant houseboy.  And
Eddie and Ben had become really close, with adjacent rooms and sharing a
bed several nights a week when they were not with their masters Hassan and
Jason.

When the three men and their boys arrived on Friday afternoon Nate and
Eddie took the lead at first, showing Ben, Adam and Jason around the
property that they knew so well.  The two boys had a contract to clean the
house two afternoons a week and, of course, the small guesthouse Hassan
rented just down the path was where Eddie spent a lot of his time with his
hot Marine.

Lloyd showed Adam and Jason to their rooms, and it was taken for granted
that Eddie would be in Hassan's house.  The boys helped Lloyd prepare
dinner which they ate outside by the pool with its 360-degree view.  The
city of Los Angeles spread out on one side in a carpet of twinkling lights
stretching to the ocean, and the San Fernando Valley on the other side was
a ribbon of lights all the way to the mountains.

Sitting there with their masters, and with the gorgeous Doctor Steve and
his lover Lloyd, the boys were in heaven, not talking much as the beauty of
the place sank in.  But soon Steve's little speech jolted them out of their
daydreams, much as he hoped to jolt their lives just a bit.  He welcomed
them all to the house and hoped they'd all have fun.  "And part of that,"
he said, "is a little plan I have that I've already shared with Hassan,
Adam and Jason.

He explained his reasoning, just as he had to Bob and Randy, and then tried
to put it in terms the boys would understand.  "You know, Nate and Eddie,
it's kind of what you do every time you're here – spiffing up the house
making it fresh again.  And you, Ben, could think of it as the preventive
maintenance you do on vehicles all day with Pablo – like an oil-change
to keep the engine ticking over nicely.  Yeah, an oil change is a good way
to think of it.  See, I thought it would be fun if, just for one night,
everyone changed partners – the boys with different masters."

He paused to let that sink in and watched the boys' reactions – mostly
surprise and frowns as they tried to digest what Steve had said.  Suddenly
Eddie brightened and said, "Sir, my home town in Nebraska was pretty small
and quiet, nothing to do, and people's lives were kinda same-y.  So every
once in a while some of the married couples got into wife-swapping.  From
what I heard they all had a good time and the next day everything was back
to normal, except that they all had big smiles on their faces.  Is that the
kind of thing you mean?"

Everyone stared at Eddie and Steve was taken aback.  "Well ... yeah
... yeah, Eddie, I guess that's just what I mean, though I confess I hadn't
really thought of it as wife-swapping in Nebraska.  Thanks for the thought,
Eddie."  Eddie glowed with pleasure at the compliment and Hassan gave his
arm a squeeze.  That was just what he loved about his boy.

"OK," Steve said, "we'll have drinks now while you men and boys talk it
over.  But I want to make it clear, there's no pressure.  Anyone doesn't
want to take part, that's just fine.  I just thought it might be fun to mix
things up a bit."

It didn't take long for everyone to get on board, after reassurances from
the men to their boys that this was just a one-night deal and that they
could stop anytime they wanted to.  Steve had already put four pieces of
folded paper in a baseball cap and explained, "These are the names of the
men, and the boys will each pick one.  And to make the numbers even Lloyd
has agreed to pick one too.  If anyone gets his own man, we'll go again."

Nate, with his ebullient Aussie sense of fun went first.  He grinned when
he opened the paper.  "Steve!"  A cheer went up, then Ben reached out and
picked.  "Hassan," he said looking anxiously at Eddie.  "That's great,
dude," Eddie said cheerfully, "I'm glad it's you."  He grinned
mischievously at a smiling Hassan.  "You better give him a good time, sir.
He's my friend."

Then it was Eddie's turn.  He blushed as he opened his paper.  "Adam."
Nate laughed, "Good on ya, mate, you're gonna love it.  Now you'll see what
I have to put up with every night."  Adam slapped him playfully behind the
head.

"Right," said Steve, "that leaves Jason and Lloyd together.  Don't think
there'll be any complaint there, knowing Lloyd's lust for blond
muscle-gods.  Now that the die is cast we'll declare dinner over and leave
the cleanup `til tomorrow.  So guys, get thee to thy rooms – and I wish
you all a Good Night."

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

The boys got a hug from their men and a final check that they really were
OK with the plan, and then they paired off.

Hassan was especially tender with Eddie, making sure he would be OK with
Adam.  "He's a good guy – solid as a rock, and I don't just mean his
body.  You'll have fun – and so will he.  I think you should use my
house, you'll feel more at home there, and I'll use Adam's room with Ben.
I'm glad I got Ben `cause he's become such a good friend for you."  Hassan
grinned.  "Maybe I'll ask him what you two get up to when you sleep
together."

They parted with a hug and Eddie found Adam waiting for him indoors.  Eddie
said shyly, "Hello, sir.  Hassan suggested we use his house and he'll take
Ben to your room if that's OK."

"Of course, Eddie, whatever's most comfortable for you.  I'm glad I got
you, mate."

Eddie smiled at his thick Aussie accent and said confidently, "Follow me,
sir."  He led Adam down the steep path to Hassan's small house and Adam
smiled watching him walk jauntily ahead.  God, he thought, Hassan was a
great master, knowing that Eddie would be more at ease in the house he
loved.  Adam caught up with him and threw his arm round the boy's shoulder.

Inside the guesthouse they went through to the bedroom where Eddie busied
himself tidying things.  Adam smiled as he watched him gathering up
Hassan's clothes and folding them carefully and lovingly, like precious
objects.  "You love him a lot, don't you, Eddie?" Adam said gently.  "Oh
yes, sir," Eddie replied, surprised by the question.  "I can still hardly
believe he's my master – he's the most beautiful man in the world.  Oh,"
he blushed, "except for you, sir."

Adam laughed and hugged him.  "You don't have to say that about me, mate.
But you're right about that hunky Marine – gorgeous.  OK, what say we
start by taking a shower?"

Adam was neatly dressed in a blue shirt whose short sleeves hugged his
biceps, tan slacks with a smart brown leather belt, and loafers with no
socks.  At his open collar was a flash of white underneath.
Matter-of-factly Adam began unbuttoning his blue shirt and Eddie saw the
ribbed tank top underneath stretched over his muscular pecs.  He unbuttoned
it all the way down, pulled it out of his waistband and let it hang wide
open.

Eddie was standing watching him like a deer in headlights.  Adam frowned in
mock embarrassment.  "Hey, what was I thinking, mate?  An Aussie who
doesn't offer a bloke a beer.  You'll start to think I'm not a real
Aussie."

Eddie snapped out of his trance.  "Oh, I'd never think that, sir.  I'll get
them – I know where they are."  He ran out to the kitchen and came back
with two beers that he opened and presented one shyly to Adam, who raised
it and clinked it against Eddie's.  Here's to a great night, kiddo."

"Cool house," said Adam walking around and inspecting the bedroom.
"Whoever keeps it clean does a hell of a job," he grinned and Eddie
blushed.  He was sitting clutching his beer staring at the tall, athletic
man striding around, his shirt flapping open, his muscular body clearly
evident under the white tank.  Eddie was rarely alone with the handsome
Aussie – usually Nate was there too – and he was intimidated by the
prospect of spending the night with him.

Adam sat beside him.  "Not nervous, are you Eddie?"  Eddie grinned at him.
"A bit, sir."

"Well, we'll soon put that right," Adam said cheerfully, "starting with
that shower."  He stood up and shrugged off his shirt, making Eddie inhale
sharply as he stared at him in the white tank that emphasized his shoulders
and arms, with the bulge of his pecs straining against the ribbed cotton.
Eddie had seen Adam undress before when he was with Nate, but never prior
to showering with Eddie and then taking him to bed and ...  He didn't
project any further as his cock was already getting stiff in his shorts.

Adam kicked off his loafers, unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his
slacks, tossing them casually over a chair.  Eddie stifled another gasp as
he saw Adam stripped down to his underwear, the ribbed tank and the white
boxer briefs hugging his hips.  What riveted Eddie was the long bulge
stretching down inside the shorts almost to the bottom.

Adam picked up his beer and took a swig, then reached behind his neck and
pulled off the tank.  Now Eddie's gasp was audible as he saw Adam's
flawless torso with its dark tan, the slabs of his chest darkened by a
slight covering of black hair, his ripped six-pack abs and his slim waist
ending at the waistband of his boxer briefs.  Eddie felt pre-cum dribbling
into his shorts.

Adam turned round to pick up his beer again, so Eddie got a full-on view of
the perfect mounds of his ass straining against the shorts.  Adam raised
the bottle, tilted his head back and drained it.  He set it down and
... disappeared into the bathroom.  Eddie was confused and disappointed.
He had thought they might shower together – but apparently not.  On the
other hand, maybe Adam was waiting for him.  Uncertainly Eddie got to his
feet and went to the door of the bathroom.

Another disappointment.  Adam was evidently in the shower with the curtain
closed, though no water was running yet.  Eddie saw Adam's briefs draped
over the sink and he picked them up.  He held them to his face and inhaled
deeply, smelling the faint odor of Adam's crotch and even a trace of cum –
pre-cum probably.  Eddie's cock pulsed in his shorts ... could the pre-cum
have happened when Adam looked at him?  Nah, Eddie dismissed the idea as
impossible, when suddenly ...

The shower curtain was yanked open and there he stood.  Adam was buck
naked, a white towel slung over his shoulder, one arm raised with his hand
casually holding the curtain.  His brown eyes pierced Eddie's with a
slight, sexy smile, his dark hair and eyebrows highlighting his finely
etched features, strong cheekbones and lantern jaw.

Eddie stared at him in a daze, then allowed his eyes to wander lower over
his muscular chest, and abs, down to the waist and ... "aaah."  He was
mesmerized by the wide, untanned stripe of white skin below Adam's waist
etched by sharp tan lines and contrasting with the golden bronze of his
body.  From a tangle of black pubic hair a long, uncut cock swung between
his muscled thighs.

He was the kind of perfect man he had seen in erotic drawings online.  As
he stared in a trance Eddie gripped the sink to steady himself, his chest
felt tight, his breathing became ragged, his cock shuddered and
"aah... aaah ... aaagh."  He felt warm liquid pour into his shorts – he
couldn't help it – his cock kept spurting cum.  A damp patch soon spread
over his shorts, moving lower until juice was running down his thigh and
shin.

He blushed deep red and blurted out breathlessly, "I'm sorry, sir ... I
didn't mean to but I couldn't help it, you look so awesome, sir."  He
rattled on as if words would cover his embarrassment.  "It's something I do
when ... I mean it happens when I see Hassan in his fatigues with no shirt
and ...  and looking at you, sir, I couldn't hold back.  I'm sorry if I
fucked everything up, sir..."

"Hey, hey, hey," Adam laughed, stepping forward and pulling the boy against
him in a tight hug.  "No worries, mate, you were brilliant."  His heavy
Aussie accent was comforting.  "I'm real flattered that you shot a load
just looking at me.  No apology necessary."  He pulled back and smiled into
Eddie's troubled face.  "But, in case you hadn't noticed you've got jizz
running down your leg so we gotta give you a shower."  Eddie relaxed and
surrendered to the strong arms of this beautiful man.  Adam pulled off
Eddie's T-shirt, unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop.  He stood back
and admired the naked young boy.

"You know, you're a real looker, kid.  I can see why Hassan snapped you up
as his boy.  He's a lucky guy.  Now let's hit the shower."  Mention of
Hassan jolted Eddie, but with no hint of anxiety.  Wow, the things he would
have to tell him tomorrow!

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

"I'll do it, sir."  In the shower Eddie grabbed the washcloth, soaped it up
and ran it lovingly over the tall Aussie's neck, shoulders and chest,
feeling every muscular contour, lingering over the washboard abs, then down
to ...  He hesitated as he reached the tangle of pubic hair, out of which
swung the cock, stiffening as the boy massaged his body.  Adam removed the
temptation by turning around and leaning forward with his hands high on the
wall, the globes of his white ass clenching as Eddie went to work on his
back.

Then he turned round again and Eddie's eyes immediately fixed on the
semi-erect cock.  Adam smiled.  "Word has it that that's kind of a
specialty of yours, Eddie.  Any truth to that?"

"You want me to show you, sir?"  Adam nodded eagerly and Eddie sank to his
knees with hot water pouring over them both and steam filling the shower.
Eddie loved uncut cocks and this one was a real beaut.  Tenderly he pulled
back the foreskin and licked the head as it was revealed.  Finally he ran
his tongue over the crease at the base of the head and his head swam as he
tasted the musky male essence of the man.

With practiced expertise Eddie sucked the cock in and eased forward onto
it, keeping his mouth wide open so the cock rested easily in his throat.
Suddenly Eddie clenched his throat muscles and mouth hard round the cock
and Adam yelled above the sound of water and steam.  "Holy shit ... that's
fucking incredible."  He tried to pull back but his cock was held in a
vise.  Eddie was in charge.

The boy relaxed his throat slightly, pulled his head back and let the cock
slide free, then plunged forward again, beginning a long, erotic blowjob –
the kind he was famous for.  Adam grabbed Eddie's wet hair and pushed his
cock in deeper than he ever thought possible.  Eddie let him hold his head
and pound his mouth, but he still controlled the fuck by alternately
squeezing and relaxing his throat at exactly the right time.

Adam was going wild, his iron-hard rod pistoning in and out of the young
mouth.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he yelled.  "You're making me bust my load,
kid.  I can't take any more...  Come on, mate, drink that hot Aussie
juice... here it comes ... aaagh!"  With expert timing Eddie swallowed
hard, gulping down jets of semen as they slammed into his throat.  He was
suffocating on Adam's jism when suddenly Adam pulled him on his feet,
wrapped his arms round him and clamped their mouths together, sucking his
own semen out of Eddie's mouth.

He felt Eddie shudder and warm cum spurting up between them as Eddie
climaxed for the second time.  Adam held him tight, letting their breathing
subside and their cocks drain.  Then he held Eddie at arm's length and
gazed at him.  "That was bloody marvelous, mate.  And you shot another
load."

"Oh yes, sir," Eddie looked at him earnestly.  "That's another thing I'm
good at, sir – cumming.  I got lots of jizz in me, sir.  I can cum as
many times as you like."

Adam was enchanted by the innocent frankness of this eager young boy gazing
up at him, not to mention his handsome, open face and lithe young body.
"Shit damn," he said, "I gotta get you in that bed, kiddo."  Am I glad you
picked my name out of the hat!"

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

They dried each other off, Adam scooped up Eddie and carried him to the bed
where he laid him down gently and knelt astride him.  "Eddie," he smiled
down at him.  "I wanna fuck your ass so bad, but I know you're Hassan's boy
and your ass belongs to him."

"Oh that's OK, sir.  Hassan gave me the OK – said I should have fun with
you – and getting your dick shoved in my ass sure sounds like fun."

"Good on ya, mate" the Aussie said.  "I promise, I'll be gentle.  Look, see
what you do to me?  My schlong's hard again already."  He pushed his cock
between the cheeks of Eddie's ass and paused, teasing him.  "You sure you
want this, mate?"  Eddie nodded, "Yes please, sir," his eyes wide with
excitement as he stared up at the handsome, athletic man leaning over him.
He felt the tip of Adam's cock enter him, then pause before the whole long
rod slid into his ass.

"Feel OK?"  "Feels awesome, sir.  I can take it harder than that.  Hassan
taught me."

"I bet he did," Adam laughed and started to fuck the boy's ass, carefully
increasing the intensity.  His jaw clenched, his eyes flashed and soon he
was pounding ass.  Eddie moaned in ecstasy, his face thrashing from side to
side ... until Adam saw him wince.  That was the sign he was waiting for.
He slowed right down and fell forward onto him, keeping his cock in his
ass.

"Now I'm gonna make love to you, Eddie.  You think you can cum again?"
Eddie flashed his mischievous grin.  "Can a fish swim, sir?" (borrowing a
phrase he had heard from the twins).  Adam laughed and pressed his lips
onto Eddie's, probing his mouth with his tongue, all the time easing his
cock slowly in and out of his ass.

Eddie was over the moon feeling the Australian's long cock massaging his
ass, and he soon moaned, "Sir, it feels so good I don't think I can hold
back any more."  Adam smiled, "No worries, mate, you don't have to.  See,
I'm cumming inside you."  As Eddie felt warm liquid flooding his ass he
gazed into the soft brown eyes and felt his own cum spurting over his body.

Adam held his gaze for a long time, then pulled slowly out of him, inch by
inch, until his cock plopped out of his ass.  He lay down beside him and
Eddie sighed with the satisfied whimper of a puppy snuggling against his
master.  Adam stretched his arm behind the boy's head and they relaxed
against each other, falling into easy conversation that consisted mostly of
Eddie pumping Adam with questions about his job, which Eddie had always
found quite exotic.

"Sir, what's it like to be in a plane?"

"You mean to work in a plane like I do?

"Well, yes, sir – but I meant just to fly in a plane."

"But surely you've ... I mean you came out here from Nebraska didn't you?"

"Yeah, but I hitch-hiked.  I was headed for L.A. but the last guy dropped
me off on the 10 Freeway not far from Palm Springs so I walked there, but I
had no money left so this guy who owned a leather bar hired me as a
bar-back and that's where Darius and Zack found me."

Adam's eyes brimmed with tears as he imagined this determined young kid's
courage hitching halfway across the country all on his own to chase his
dream.  He could see why Hassan was crazy about him.

He stroked Eddie's cheek and said, "So you've never ridden in a plane.
Well, we'll have to do something about that.  I'll have a word with Hassan.

"Thank you, sir."  Eddie paused.  "Sir, what we did just now – can we do
that again later?"  Adam laughed.  "You bet your life, we can, mate.  After
what you said, I wanna see how many times you really can cum."

"No problem there, sir – you'll see," and Eddie rested his head on
Adam's chest.  "Wonder how the other guys are doing – not as good as us,
I bet."  And even when his eyes closed there was still an urchin smile on
his lips.

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

Eddie would have been pleased to know the other guys were all doing just
fine.

Nate was nervous at first being in the master bedroom with the gorgeous
Steve, a cleaned-up version of his brother Randy, but Doctor Steve had ways
of putting a boy at his ease.

Lloyd had a boner the minute he walked into Jason's room.  The handsome
architect loved being around beautiful men – drooled as he followed them
around at the gym – and the blond fireman was a knockout – a calendar
guy.  Even better, Jason was vain and loved to show off his body.  Hell, a
gorgeous narcissist fireman, a full-length mirror and a bed – who could
ask for more?  God was good.

As for Ben, he had listened to endless stories from Eddie about the exotic
muscle-god Marine in and out of uniform.  Now, at last, he could get to see
those homoerotic fantasies come to life.

No doubt about it, there would be a whole lot of action that night in the
big house on Mulholland Drive.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 206

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